Mythological origin

Chapter 205 Old Story
The practice of martial arts does not depend much on spiritual roots, but has its own set of independent aptitude judgment mechanisms.

Generally speaking, the entry aptitude restrictions for practicing martial arts are far less strict than those for cultivating immortals.

Even in the former empire, a place where "spiritual roots" could be bought with money, there were several times as many people who took the martial path as those who took the legal path.

Of course, getting started is classified as getting started, and the road behind is not necessarily easier than that of immortals. When it comes to the number of people at the top, martial arts has no advantage at all.

"Yin Yang and Five Elements Jue, that is a rough path for the desperate."

"Fifty Dao of Heaven, Forty-nine Evolution of Heaven."

"..."

"Your name is Lei Rulong?" Bai Mo said, suddenly looking at the bearded man next to him.

"A certain one is right!"

After hearing this, Bai Mo took out a mysterious compass from the space ring.

"Just in case, let me make sure."

"Place your finger in the middle of the compass."

"?"

Anyway, the big man is also a person who has been in the rivers and lakes for many years. He knows that there are all kinds of curses in this world, so how dare he listen to a stranger.

Even this stranger, it seems very difficult.

"The owner of this compass is an old acquaintance of mine. Now I suspect that you are his descendant."

"..."

"What evidence do you have?" It was hard for him to believe the other party's words based on just one side of the story.

"Evidence? Compass says you are, does this count as evidence?"

"Of course not, the compass was originally taken out by you..."

"Forget it, as expected, I'm still not good at reasoning."

"?!"

Although he didn't understand what happened, Lei Rulong instinctively picked up his ring-sword knife to take precautions based on his years of experience.

"?"

Such a change of events stunned the girl from the historian who was eating melons, thinking that there was some bitter ethical drama.

"too slow."

Bai Mo turned his palm into a blade, and lightly patted Lei Rulong's right wrist holding the saber, as if struck by lightning, he had to drop the saber in pain.

Immediately, Bai Mo seized the right vein door, and pulled him up with his hands.

During takeoff, the index finger happened to touch the center of Bai Mo's compass.

The compass glowed bright yellow.

"Sure enough, you are his descendant, so the correlation is not too low." Bai Mo didn't look at Lei Rulong who was thrown to the ground, and said to himself.

"I don't know which family ancestor did the senior know?" Lei Rulong asked back while getting up from the ground.

Fists are the simplest and most brutal evidence.

When Bai Mo showed the power to crush him at will, Lei Rulong also had to force himself to believe what the other party said.

This is the unspoken rule of martial arts, or the entire world of cultivating immortals.

Whether you believe it or not, anyway, I believed.

If you still don't believe me, call until you do.

"You probably don't know each other. I was just entrusted by him. If there is a chance, I will give these things to his descendants." Bai Mo took out a package from the storage ring in his hand again, and gently gave it to his descendants. Lei Rulong threw it over.

Lei Rulong took the package suspiciously, and secretly glanced inside, his eyes changed.

"Thank you sir, there is no way to repay your kindness." He hurriedly put away the package, pretended to be calm, saluted Bai Mo, and then left recklessly.

He wants to go home immediately.

The things inside are really too precious.

Just the few panaceas that he could barely recognize were enough to make the entire martial arts world hunt him down ten times, and there was also the world of cultivating immortals above the martial arts world, not to mention that there were a bunch of treasures inside that he had never seen before.

The Lei family he was in was just a dilapidated family. According to legends from his ancestors, he was once rich, but in his generation, there was not much left.

"Wuxie Getai, the wind is always blown away by the rain... In 2000 years, even the former Zhenxian family has been reduced to what it is now."

Looking at Lei Rulong's disappearing figure, Bai Mo expressed some rare emotions.

The compass just now and the contents of the package were all given to him by Farel, who was born in the Profound Sky Continent in his previous life, before he left.

She, or he, was the patriarch of a prominent super family 2000 years ago.

It's just that unforeseen circumstances caused him and the other two fellow Taoists to be plotted against by the enemy and brutally suppressed for more than a thousand years.

The Immortal Cultivation Family, with the strongest at its core, also fell apart because of this, and had to hide their names and change their appearance.

By 600 years ago, the three of Farrell finally got out of trouble, and the former family has long since disappeared.

Of course, being hunted down everywhere, she didn't have time to take care of it. Taking advantage of a space crack, she accidentally escaped to the earth with a certain unlucky little monk.

Then, there is the familiar history.

2000 years have passed, and since I have already been reincarnated, theoretically speaking, I have nothing to do with the original family.

It's just that Farrell still felt a little uneasy, so she asked Bai Mo to give something to one of her random lucky descendants.

But a "little thing" in the eyes of a real fairy is a very hot super treasure in the eyes of ordinary people...

……

"Miss, the three-year period has come, please return to the family."

Less than a stick of incense after Lei Rulong disappeared, more than a dozen white-clothed swordsmen suddenly appeared in front of Bai Mo and the two of them, and said respectfully while surrounding them.

"Miss Long, it's time to go back, this is the master's intention." Behind many swordsmen, an old man with white beard and hair came out slowly.

"Uncle Ning? My father asked you to come here. It seems that he has made up his mind and wants me to go back."

The historian girl looked at the old man, her eyebrows slightly frowned.

"I can go back with you, but on one condition."

"Miss, please tell me." The white-haired old man glanced at Bai Mo, wondering what he thought of, and his expression became more and more strange.

"I want the family to invite this senior home with the highest standard of honor." She pointed to Bai Mo beside her and said.

"senior?"

Hearing this title, the white-haired old man somehow felt that he had let go of a big stone in his heart.

When he first appeared, he saw the young lady walking with this young man, and heard that the young lady was willing to return to the family for a certain condition, and he was afraid that this was the lover she met outside...

At present, it seems that I should think too much.

With Miss's character, if she was really interesting, she would never call her a "senior".

There are a lot of good looks in the world of cultivating immortals. There are many old monsters with a young appearance but a three-digit age.

The Supreme Elder of their Xuanjian Villa, a monk in the Foundation Establishment period, is over 150 years old, and looks like a young man, and it is not acceptable to judge someone by their appearance.

"Miss speaks, we will obey everything, I don't know... what do you call senior?"

Originally, the white-haired old man only wanted to say that he was the same generation as his husband, but when he approached Bai Mo, many instincts in his body were calling the police, so he quickly changed his mind.

"Shenzong."

"It just so happens that I want to return this sword, so let's go."

(End of this chapter)