Under the neon lights, figures flickered.

Jiang Fan looked at the figure under the lamp with drunken eyes, he didn't know whether it was the light that made his shadow flicker, or the future that he couldn't see clearly.

"Boss, three men's baths!" Jiang Fan felt a strong arm pick himself up and walked towards the door of a store, and shouted loudly in that rough voice.

"Come, take Brother Jiang to take a bath, go and get rid of bad luck!" the loud voice continued.

"It's okay, look at the point, isn't it just that the company was fired, I couldn't pay the rent, my girlfriend ran away with someone again, and it all happened on the same day?

For a while, the front hall of the originally noisy bathhouse was quiet, Jiang Fan raised his head speechlessly, and looked at the surrounding crowd casting pity on him, as if he had written a tragic word on his face, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Zhou Jin, you are less, say less...... In two sentences, Jiang Fan's face has been lost to you, and you have lost it. ”

On the other side, a skinny young man said to the rugged man with a big tongue.

"Uh, three of you, right?" asked the owner of the small bathhouse, who greeted him personally.

"Well, three. Zhou Jin said.

"Then pay the money and change your shoes. The boss looked at Jiang Fan and hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Just pay the money for two people." ”

"Look, Wang Yang, there is true love in the world, right?" Zhou Jin looked at the thin man on the side proudly, paid the money, and then looked at the boss and pointed at Jiang Fan, "Uh, that rub your back..."

"Rub... Rub him hard in a moment!" The boss wiped the sweat from his head and smiled kindly.

Jiang Fan just let the two friends into the bathhouse and threw them into the pool.

The steaming heat made Jiang Lai sober up a lot, he looked at the two friends around him, and wanted to squeeze out a smile, but he felt that the corners of his mouth were stiff and couldn't make any expression.

He couldn't help but think that since he was a child, he was a walking pistachio in the eyes of others, the kind of person who likes to tell jokes in his dreams. But only he knows that he can make the whole world laugh, but he has never been able to really laugh.

Abandoned by his parents because of congenital heart disease, he could only make fun of suffering with the support of these difficult brothers.

"Hey, they say that the luck of a girl who loves to laugh is not too bad, but what about the boy who loves to laugh?

Jiang Fan complained in his heart, but he felt that his heartbeat was getting faster and faster, accompanied by a heart-wrenching pain, and he suddenly reacted to how exciting it was for a congenital heart disease patient to drink a lot of wine to take a bath.

Everything in front of him became blurry, and the sound in his ears became farther and farther away, Jiang Fan turned his head with difficulty and grabbed Zhou Jin's arm.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? don't be sad, you can say whatever you want to do!"

"You... Sister..."

Jiang Fan looked at the culprit in front of him, and slowly said the last two words, and his eyes were dark......

..................

In the dark, Jiang Lai felt that he was in a warm place, and he couldn't say how happy he could be. He felt the warmth flow through his blood into his heart, and the slightest refreshing coolness in his mind refreshed him.

"Hmm, am I not dead?" Jiang Lai's mind seemed to clear up a lot, he opened his eyes, and found himself sitting on a straw mat naked, with a pair of rough and powerful hands behind his back pressed against his back.

Jiang looked at the bursts of mist rising around him, and then looked at the straw mat under his buttocks, and couldn't come back to his senses for a while.

"Where did Zhou Jin find the bathhouse? Is this rubbing his back sitting on the ground? It's really simple and simple. Jiang Fan thought in his heart, and said to the person behind him without looking back: "Master, rub your neck more for a while, there is a lot of mud!"

As soon as Jiang Fan's words fell, he only felt that the hands behind his back trembled slightly, and with a "poof!", a hot liquid sprayed Jiang Fan's back.

Jiang Fan looked back violently and couldn't help but let out a loud cry. Behind him was an old man with a long beard and white eyebrows, wearing a gray robe, who fell to the ground and looked at Jiang Lai in disbelief.

He slowly raised his trembling finger and pointed at Jiang Fan, with blood beads still hanging on his long beard, "Jiang Fan, you, where is your spiritual root!"

The old man's familiar and unfamiliar voice smashed into Jiang Fan's brain like a heavy hammer, he felt like thunder in his ears, and memories poured into his brain like a tide.

"Senior brother, the Blood Domain Demon Venerable has attacked the mountain gate, and the master asked you to go to the back mountain to find the ancestor!"

"Fan'er, listen to the words of the master, this hidden immortal gate, only if you have a white jade spirit root, can you withstand the inheritance of the ancestor!"

"Jiang Fan, now is not the time to think about those red tapes, the ancestor will let you be the head of the next generation, pass on your magic skills, this hidden immortal sect, can make a comeback!"

Jiang Fan shook his head, and finally understood the current situation, he had crossed over, crossing over a young man with the same name as him on the Xianwu Continent. At this time, he was accepting the inheritance of the ancestor of his sect, because a very powerful demon had already hit the mountain gate.

Jiang Fan had to accept this reality, he looked at the ancestor who fell beside him anxiously, and asked, "Master, ancestor, are you okay?"

The old man didn't care about answering at all, he struggled to get up, grabbed Jiang Fan's wrist, and suddenly a majestic breath went down his wrist to Jiang Fan's heart.

At this time, the old man's body was shocked, and his eyes were wide open. Then, the old man's eyes suddenly lost their brilliance, and he let go of Jiang Fan's wrist dejectedly.

"How can this be, the sky is going to die, my Hidden Immortal Gate..."The old man muttered, and blood and tears flowed from his eyes. The old man slowly turned his head, looked at Jiang Fan and said:

"Fan'er, the ancestor is sorry for you! I thought that you had a white jade spiritual root, and you would definitely be able to withstand my Qi Heavenly Secret and all kinds of methods, but... But I didn't expect that my own skill would destroy your spiritual root! Master, Master, Ancestor has made you a waste!"

When Jiang Fan heard this, there was not much distress on his face. He laughed self-deprecatingly, and sure enough, even if he crossed over, he was just a wasted person who had achieved nothing.

"It's a pity that I haven't had a good look at this new world, and I'm going to say goodbye to it. Jiang Fan thought as he sat beside the old man, feeling relaxed in his heart. It's just that I pity this Hidden Immortal Gate, and I want to perish because of his crossing.

Jiang Fan saw that his ancestor was in a daze on the side, and he didn't know what to do for a while, so he turned the aura according to the memory of this life in his mind and probed to his heart, where Jiang Fan's spiritual root was located.

In this Xianwu Continent, the spiritual root is the opportunity that everyone dreams of, it determines whether a person can induce aura, and the grade of the spiritual root also limits the quantity and quality of aura that a person can promote, transform, and store. Like the white jade spiritual root that Jiang Fan has, it is already a rare spiritual root in the world.

At the same time, the part where the spiritual root grows also determines the ability of the cultivator to some extent. The spiritual root is wrapped around the hand bones, and the palm power must be extraordinary, and the spiritual root is born under the feet, and it is bound to fly fast.

Jiang Fan's spiritual roots are born in the heart, and they are one in ten thousand. The spiritual root in the heart can freely melt the spiritual energy into the blood and rush throughout the body.

And the Tao is born from the heart, Jiang Fan himself has the understanding of all the ways in his heart, but it's a pity that, as the ancestor said, Jiang Fan's spiritual root was destroyed.

But when Jiang Fan condensed the aura that remained in his body and probed it to his heart, he frowned.

In the memory of this life, Jiang Fan has explored his heart more than once, because the spiritual root in his heart is the reason why he is so favored and glorified.

But the heart that appeared in Jiang Fan's mind now was not that one, but more like a deformed heart, like... The heart before crossing by yourself!

Jiang Fan was stunned, didn't he wear a soul? But crossed with this heart? Jiang Fan rolled his eyes, what is it good to bring? It is okay to bring a pack of cigarettes, at least you can order one for the depressed ancestor!

"It seems that it's not the spiritual root that has been destroyed, but the original heart that has been taken?" Jiang Fan thought as he continued to explore with his spiritual power.

Suddenly, the heart beat violently, and a mysterious aura rose in Jiang Fan's mind, and a text appeared in Jiang Fan's mind: "The remnants of the heavens have been completed, make up for the losses of heaven and earth, recast the spiritual root, and drive the shackles of the Three Realms." ”

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Fan felt that the heart in his body was flashing with black and white, and the white part was full of vitality, which felt that Jiang Fan's healthy heart in this life.

The black part, on the other hand, is lifeless and is right in the deformed part. And a thin gray line began to spread from the junction of the two colors, and after a while, it wrapped around the entire heart.

"It's... Linggen!" Jiang Fan was ecstatic in his heart. "It seems that it is not a replacement, but a fusion! The two hearts are fused to produce a new spiritual root!"

Jiang Fan was excited, the spiritual root of his own life was very strong, if he fused with the previous life...... Uh, 1 plus 1 dare not say, 1 plus 0.5 also said in the past!

Jiang Fan grabbed a handful of straw as if he had drowned, and he used his spiritual power to explore his heart, and a new word appeared in his mind: "The spiritual root has been completed, and the waste product is of the first order." ”

"Waste, waste?!" Jiang Fan couldn't think about where the words in his mind came from, and he kept roaring in his heart: "I'm a spiritual root! Not an old newspaper! What the hell is waste, does anyone collect it?!"

Jiang Fan's memories of this life told him that the grades of the spiritual root were: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple, plus Xuantie and white jade, a total of nine grades, each of which was divided into nine orders, and he had never heard of any waste spiritual roots!

He turned to look at Shi Zu, and said in a hoarse voice: "Shi Zu, the spiritual root in my heart has condensed again, but there have been some changes!"

"This is true!" Shi Zu was in a daze, and when he heard Jiang Fan's words, he immediately grabbed his wrist again and probed.

"This..."Shizu's hand grabbed Jiang Fan's wrist and didn't let go for a long time, until Jiang Fan felt that the atmosphere was a little embarrassing, Shizu let go of his hand, and looked at Jiang Fan with his eyebrows locked.

"I've never seen such a spiritual root, and I can't feel its heritage, if I have to set a grade for it, I think it's ......."

"Scrap. The two men said at the same time, looking at each other helplessly, and fell silent again.

"Does anyone collect scrap, even if it is for me and my ancestor to change the box of cigarettes to smoke..."Jiang Fan thought dejectedly