"What do you think you are, when you see Senior Brother Han, you will see Senior Brother Han," the fat young man's face was full of annoyance, "Get out of the way, otherwise don't blame me for being unkind!"

Qin Sang refused, without fear, and said coldly: "I am Han Immortal Master's life-saving benefactor, he once said that if I have something to ask, I can see him, you want to stop him, what is your intention, do you want to make Han Immortal Master lose his trust?"

"A lifesaver?"

The obese young man was stunned, "You saved Senior Brother Han's life?"

Qin Sang told the matter of Guling Mountain.

The arrogance of the obese young man dissipated a lot at once, his face was cloudy, and finally he looked at Qin Sang angrily, took out a palm-sized painting scroll, raised his palm, and an ancient painting unfolded in front of them.

I saw that the smoke in the painting covered the sky, and the layers of clouds were endless, as if painting the thirty-three layers of the sky, which was very mysterious.

In the clouds, a group of cranes roam freely, smart and natural, vivid, like living creatures.

Then, Qin Sang felt the fluctuation of spiritual power, the fat young man injected his spiritual power into the scroll, and the next moment, a cloud of qi flew out of the scroll, and in the mist, there was a crane crying, lingering.

In the painting, the crane falls on the palm of the obese young man, the obese young man's lips move slightly, and he says a few words in the ear of the crane, and the crane flutters its wings, and its body grows in the wind, disappearing into the sky.

After a while, the clouds and mist floating on the ancient painting suddenly rolled up, and finally transformed into a person, it was the young man surnamed Han who almost died in Gu Lingshan.

"Senior Brother Zhen Ming," the young man surnamed Han who turned into a cloud looked a little illusory, and his voice was a little ethereal, "Why is it that you call me so anxiously?"

Immediately, the young man surnamed Han caught a glimpse of Qin Sang on the side, immediately recognized him, and said with a smile: "General Qin, I haven't seen you for many days, don't come unharmed." ”

Qin Sang was about to speak, but saw that Zhen Ming took a step forward, and complained repeatedly, "Senior Brother Han, it's not that I want to disturb you, it's that this kid surnamed Qin has to look for you, and Zhen Ming is also forced to do so." I followed your instructions and asked him if he insisted on cultivating immortals, and after he decided, he would test the spiritual root for him, and he had already reminded him that there was no one in ten thousand who had a spiritual root, and sure enough, only mortals had no spiritual roots. I persuaded him to go back and live a good life, but he didn't know the hearts of good people, and thought that I was going to harm him, and kept saying that it was Senior Brother Han, your savior, and I had to see you. ”

After speaking, Zhen Ming glared at Qin Sang angrily, looking very aggrieved.

The young man surnamed Han looked at Zhen Ming, then at Qin Sang, and said with a smile: "General Qin, what Senior Brother Zhen Ming said is right, there is indeed no one in ten thousand mortals with spiritual roots, not to lie to you." The path of cultivation is already difficult to ascend to the blue sky, even if you can really cultivate, there are countless dangers in the immortal cultivation realm, maybe you will die at some point, and it is not necessarily bad to be a mortal. Let Senior Brother Zhen Ming ask the palace master of the pilgrimage palace to take care of you, even if you change the dynasty in the future, you will be safe for a lifetime. ”

"But ......"

Hearing the young man surnamed Han say the same, Qin Sang was helpless in his heart, and wanted to ask him, if he didn't have a spiritual root, how could he cultivate the Nether Sutra?

But thinking of the scene of encountering immortals twice, the two ways of righteousness and demons are not ending every time, and they will inevitably fight to the death, but he has killed many mortals with Yama Luo.

Relying on demonic skills, for the sake of disaster to the world, Qin Sang didn't have the face to say that he was not a demon.

"Immortal Master Han, is it true that without a spiritual root, you really can't become an immortal cultivator?" Qin Sang asked this sentence with an unwilling face, is there such an absolute thing in the world?

Is it because he is not an indigenous person of this world, so he is an exception, or is it the ability that the Jade Buddha brings to him?

The young man surnamed Han looked a little moved, and Zhen Ming was also stunned, stopped chattering, glanced at Qin Sang, lowered his head and was silent.

The young man surnamed Han hesitated for a long time and said, "General Qin, as far as Han knows, there is indeed no precedent for entering the immortal path without a spiritual root in the righteous path. As for ......"

Seeing the hesitant expression of the young man surnamed Han, Qin Sang's eyes suddenly lit up, "Immortal Master Han, is there any other way?"

The young man surnamed Han smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Without a spiritual root, nothing is used, and if you can't sense spiritual power, how can you talk about cultivation?" What I wanted to say just now is that our Han family only knows about the situation of the righteous path cultivators, and we don't know much about the Demon Sect. The Demon Dao Cultivator's exercises are weird, and there are countless evil methods, so I don't know if there is a way to break this shackle. ”

"Demon Gate?"

Qin Sang was a little surprised, did the young man surnamed Han want to persuade himself to enter the Demon Gate?

But seeing a cloud of cloud in the palm of the young man surnamed Han, he conjured up a round jade plate, and said: "Since Han has promised, he will not break his promise." This jade plate should be a token of Xiuzhenfang City within the scope of the activities of the Northland Demon Gate, which I got from the mustard seed bag of that demon. If you insist on trying your luck, I'll ask Tsurukage to deliver it to you. However, you really entered the Demon Gate, and when we meet in the future, you and I are not friends or enemies, and Han will not show mercy. ”

Qin Sang did not hesitate, clenched his fists and said, "Qin Sang, thank you Han Immortal Master!"

The young man surnamed Han took a deep look at Qin Sang, nodded, and the cloud shadow dissipated.

Qin Sang and Zhen Ming waited in place for a while, and the crane shadow flew back, holding a jade plate and a silk book in his mouth.

Zhen Ming took it and handed it to Qin Sang, arched his hand to him, and rode away on the crane shadow.

Qin Sang unfolded the silk book and found that it was actually a map with a large range, this was the first time he had seen such a large and detailed map, and he quickly found the location of Da Sui, which was really small on the map.

The Hengguo in the north is dozens of times larger than the Great Sui, and there are many countries larger than the Hengguo to the north.

Crossing Hengguo, and several more countries, Qin Sang finally saw the mark of the young man surnamed Han, in a territory called Biyun Country, as for the specific location of that Xiuzhenfang City, the young man surnamed Han left a message saying that as long as Qin Sang rushed to the vicinity with the jade plate, the jade plate would automatically sense the Fang City and take him over.

The young man surnamed Han gave a brief introduction to Xiuzhenfang City, and finally reminded him that the Demon Gate monks were very dangerous, especially for mortals, if they couldn't do anything, fleeing for their lives as soon as possible would be regarded as benevolent and righteous.

Qin Sang estimated the distance in his heart, if he rode a horse and stayed overnight, it was estimated that it would take several years to arrive, but fortunately he found that there was a big river called Tianlu River west of the Great Sui, which ran through the north and south, and the Wuling River was only a tributary of it.

If you go to that river and take a boat, it will be much faster.

After putting away the silk book and playing with the jade plate, Qin Sang endured the temptation of not using his spiritual power, nodded to the pilgrimage palace master who was waiting on the side, and walked down the mountain.

The night is shrouded, in the pilgrimage mountain can overlook the entire imperial capital, the Yuyu Palace is brightly lit, presumably the new emperor ascended the throne, a hundred wastes are waiting to be revived, and the hundred officials have not yet dispersed the court.

(Say a few words.)

As soon as the mortal anime came out, it reminded me of the past, and I happened to have some leisure, so I had the idea of writing.

Thinking about it carefully, what mortals left me with the deepest impression was not the twists and turns of the magnificent plot, not the magical spells and treasures of the old devil, but the words of the ink color ring.

The first fifty chapters, nearly 100,000 words of the plot, are actually all aimed at eliciting this sentence from the mouth of the protagonist.

Paying tribute to mortals, paying tribute to forgetting words, remembering Han Ranran, and commemorating the time I used to read books.

Fortunately, along the way, the plot did not deviate much from what I expected, and this sentence was successfully said, which is a small goal for me.

But this also makes the early plot dull, I don't know if there are not many book friends who like to watch secular plots.

100,000 words, failed to sign a contract, the collection can break 100, miserable and miserable.

I don't know how many book lovers are really chasing books in these more than 100 collections.

There are several book friends who have insisted on voting for recommendations, and I have seen them in my eyes and kept them in my heart, thank you for your support.

Again, if you think what I wrote is still eye-catching, it would be better to collect it, vote for it, and help promote it, thank you!)