"Master, is it really impossible to cultivate immortals without a spiritual root?"

Qing Fengzi looked at the innocent disciple, touched his head and said:

"Silly boy, without a spiritual root, he can't even draw qi into his body, how can he cultivate immortals? Cultivating immortals is originally against the sky, but not everyone is qualified to go against the sky. ”

"Why?"

"As a teacher, I don't know why some people are born with the hope of immortality, and some people are born in the dust. This is predestined, and you will understand later. ”

"Is the spiritual root really that important?"

Xiao Daotong looked down the mountain, and Zhang Qiudao, who was climbing up.

Qinglian Sect.

The sect is huge, and it is the mountain gate where the outer gate is located, and the mountain is very high.

When Zhang Qiudao climbed to the top of the mountain, it was almost dusk.

The assembly to recruit disciples continues.

There was a sea of people around, and all that came into my ears was the sound of low sobbing.

He stood silently on the periphery, not leaning over, but focusing on the mountains and clouds.

Looking up, the sea of clouds is churning.

Mountains and peaks are scattered in the sea of clouds.

You can still vaguely see the chic figure of Edgeworth flying and drifting away.

This fairyland-like sight.

Let Zhang Qiudao lose his mind for a long time.

"It's your turn......"

Zhang Qiudao heard the voice, came back to his senses, and said apologetically: "Thank you for the reminder, can you tell me, your name?" ”

At this moment, Xiao Daotong looked at Zhang Qiudao's expression, and there was no trace of impatience, only pity.

"There is no road number in the poor road! Commonly known as Li Xingchen! ”

"Zhang Qiudao has seen Daoist Li Xingchen!"

Zhang Qiudao saluted again, and walked towards the center of the square with firm steps.

"Come on!"

Li Xingchen shouted loudly.

Now.

Many of the people who had been tested to have no spiritual root did not leave, but looked at Zhang Qiudao.

Some of them came more than once, but most of them were first-time visitors, and some came with their families.

Most of them knew this young man and knew the story of Zhang Qiudao.

No one ridiculed Zhang Qiudao's indiscretion.

Because.

When they dreamed back at midnight, they didn't want to be as brave as Zhang Qiudao.

In the dead silence.

Zhang Qiudao came to the center of the square, and looked at the familiar spirit beads.

This spirit bead is used to test the spirit root.

When his hand was put up.

Everyone hoped for a miracle.

This moment.

Zhang Qiudao carries their desires and dreams.

However.

This dream of hope is a bubble that bursts at the first poke.

"Still not?"

"It's impossible, there are so many miracles in the world."

"Alas......!"

Looking at the calm and waveless spirit beads, sighs sounded around them.

The expected ending.

But they don't want to give up.

Zhang Qiudao stood still.

He was dead.

He has done his best, and he has given himself an explanation for so many years.

It's just that.

Zhang Qiudao really wanted to ask God.

Why let him cross.

He thought that in his life, he would be able to go to the pinnacle of life like the time-traveler in the novel.

But why deprive him of hope?

There is no spiritual root!

Relive a life, just to let him die in another place?

If this is the case, it is better to let him travel to a historical world, not knowing that there are immortal cultivators in the world, and there is a theory of immortality and ascension.

It is also the greatest mercy to him.

But here's it.

A world of immortal cultivators, a world of immortal immortality.

I could have endured the darkness if I hadn't seen the light.

Zhang Qiudao has a thousand words in his heart.

Can't speak.

He tried to keep himself from losing his temper.

But he looked at everyone blankly, and the corners of his mouth couldn't pull out a strong smile.

"Alas......"

Zhang Qiudao sighed and put down his hand.

Didn't cry out loud!

No despair to turn around and jump off a cliff!

Life.

Maybe that's it.

"Master, will he jump off the mountain like those brothers before?"

"No, he didn't collapse in the end, he is a strong-willed child who will accept reality!"

"But I don't want that!"

Li Xingchen looked at Zhang Qiudao's dejected appearance, and when he first saw him at the bottom of the mountain, his body radiated light.

His heart was sour, and he made up his mind, and shouted:

"Zhang Qiudao waits for me......"

Now.

Zhang Qiudao walked down the mountain with the flow of people, and the voice of Xiao Daotong came from behind him.

Zhang Qiudao walked forward a few steps in a daze, and only reacted when he was pulled by a wisp of wind.

Someone seems to have called me just now?

Zhang Qiudao came to his senses, and it seemed to be the Li Xingchen Taoist.

Zhang Qiudao turned around and looked at the scattered crowd, Li Xingchen ran over panting.

"Star Daoist, are you calling me?"

Li Xingchen looked up at Zhang Qiudao and asked, "Can you be my Dharma Protector?" ”

"Protector of the Dharma?"

Zhang Qiudao was stunned for a moment.

His name is Protector Lux, but he is actually a servant.

Immortal cultivators don't bow down to chores, and some things that can't be solved by magic, they look for some people among the seekers to be accepted as protectors.

Let the Dharma Protector handle some chores for them, such as sending messages, taking medicine, delivering medicine, etc., so that they can concentrate on their cultivation.

In return, they would teach some fist and kick kung fu, or pills in return.

To each his own, he takes what he needs.

"That's right, although I can't teach you the Qigong method of the Qinglian Sect, I promise to find you the Qigong method in the future, how about it?"

Looking at the naïve Li Xingchen, Zhang Qiudao's heart was warm.

Immediately, Zhang Qiudao showed a bitter smile, shook his head and said:

"My wish has been fulfilled, Daoist Qingfeng Zi is right, maybe I shouldn't continue to waste my life."

If Zhang Qiudao wants to practice martial arts, he naturally has a way.

In his heart, he only has immortal cultivation and immortality.

Li Xingchen stomped his feet angrily, hating that iron could not become steel: "Are you willing to give up like this?" ”

"No, but what?"

Zhang Qiudao smiled self-deprecatingly, leaned over to touch Li Xingchen's head, and stopped halfway with his hand halfway.

Although the other party is a child, it is not something he can offend.

"Can't you cultivate immortals without a spiritual root? Who prescribes? Since you have the courage and perseverance to step through thousands of mountains and rivers, and you have not given up until now, why did you give up without a spiritual root? ”

Originally, Xiao Daotong heard from his master that he couldn't cultivate immortals without spiritual roots, and he also recognized it.

However, after listening to Zhang Qiudao's words, he felt that it shouldn't be like this.

"I didn't give up!"

Zhang Qiudao clenched his fists tightly, and his rebuttal was extremely weak.

"Then why don't you want to be my protector?"

"I ......"

Zhang Qiudao opened his mouth and looked at the little Taoist boy who was full of kindness to him.

Do you tell him that your pride does not allow you to be anyone's servant?

Did you tell him that you had become disheartened and had accepted the harsh reality?

Could it be that if you tell him that even if you get the qigong method, you can't cultivate without a spiritual root, and it's just a moon in a well and a flower in the water?

Zhang Qiudao couldn't speak.

How could he be willing to give up.

But is there still any need for him to insist?

"I don't want to kid myself anymore!"

Zhang Qiudao bowed deeply to Li Xingchen, turned around and walked firmly down the mountain.

Li Xingchen still wanted to stop it, but Qingfengzi appeared beside him, grabbed him, and shook his head at him slightly.

Li Xingchen stomped his feet and shouted: "Zhang Qiudao, you asked the master's question, I really figured it out, cultivating immortals is against the sky, and whoever becomes an immortal is not destined by heaven!" Did you hear that? ”