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Chapter 233 Trash among Trash! (2 more)
Qin Yang was really curious, what is the use of this key.

Why so many people want to snatch it.

Yun Jianfei went to kidnap Meng Yutong for the key of the Meng family, and the two great masters in front of him tried their best to snatch it from him.

There are also some other characters who are eyeing, all watching closely.

Could this key be able to open some magical treasure?

"Little benefactor, don't be nervous, we are not bad people..."

The old monk touched his greasy mouth, pointed at his wrinkled face, and said in an extremely serious tone:

"Look at my face. It's so handsome that it's so handsome. It's so handsome that it's unmatched. It's so handsome that my aunt dare not touch porcelain when she sees it. Do you think I'm a bad person?"

Qin Yang: "..."

The old monk showed a kind smile, although he looked like an old fox:
"Don't be afraid, and you only have one key with you, and the wool is useless. We'll grab it when you gather up to four... Pooh, let's discuss it again, right?"

Qin Yang: "..."

This old bald donkey is very treacherous, and he wants to get all four of them together before grabbing them.

The corner of Qin Yang's mouth curled up slightly: "Okay, I'll make a deal with you after I get enough four keys. But by then, you may have to wait until the year of the monkey."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, the little monk can live for decades."

The old monk laughed.

Qin Yang was also speechless, this old monk has a thick skin.

Roman on the side took back the backgammon on the stone table one by one, and said with a faint smile: "Qin Yang, didn't you just want to ask, what is this key used for? Now I will tell you its function, please sit down first .”

Roman pointed to the stone bench next to him.

Qin Yang hesitated and sat on the stone bench.

The old monk took out another chicken leg out of nowhere and gnawed on it.

"Do you know the difference between the ancient martial world and the secular world?"

Roman looked directly at Qin Yang.

"You can cultivate immortals, and you can't cultivate immortals."

Qin Yang said.

Roman nodded: "That's right, the same warriors, some people can only stay in the secular world for a lifetime, and die alone. But some people can embark on the road of cultivating immortals, although this road is long and difficult, full of thorns and ups and downs. "

"But do you know why this is so? Why are some people who are so powerful that they seem to be able to step into the realm of cultivating immortals immediately, but they are rejected by the ancient martial arts world."

"And some people with mediocre strength are accommodated by the ancient martial arts world, become disciples of a certain sect or children of aristocratic families, and are carefully cultivated. Do you know the reason?"

Qin Yang shook his head slightly: "I don't know."

In fact, this is also his doubt.

Before, in order to save Mu Sixue, he broke into the border of Guwu through the teleportation array and met some people from Xuankui Sect. He thought that the other party would be very strong.

But it turned out that except for that Elder Li, the other disciples were all master-level masters, and even inner-strength warriors.

Even if these people are placed in the secular world, they are at most top-notch masters.

So Qin Yang had some doubts in his heart.

Why do so many top masters in the secular world not enter the ancient martial arts world to continue to develop and embark on his road of cultivating immortals, but instead stay in the secular world to waste time and life.

He also asked Xiaomeng, the system elf, this question, but this little loli didn't want to answer, so Qin Yang gave up.

Hearing the other party's mention at this moment, Qin Yang naturally aroused his curiosity.

"Because of the spirit root!"

Roman stared at him with burning eyes.

Linggen?

Qin Yang frowned.

Roman continued: "In fact, everyone has a spiritual root in their body. It seems that they are born. If you are destined to be an ordinary person, this spiritual root will naturally be useless to you. It will not affect your health, your intelligence, Your talent, your aptitude, your luck."

"But...it will determine whether you can cultivate immortality!!"

"The attribute and quality of the spiritual root represent how far you will go in the future of cultivating immortality, whether it will be smooth sailing, whether it will be difficult or bumpy."

"The higher the quality, it proves that you will go farther, and your achievements are much higher than others. The lower the quality, your road is destined to be extremely difficult. No matter how hard you try, you can't make up for your natural flaws, and you can only become inferior to others." people!"

"Do you understand it?"

Qin Yang was silent.

Of course he understood.

Those top masters who are stranded in the secular world are not because they don't want to go to the ancient martial arts world to cultivate immortals, but because their spiritual roots are scumbags and do not conform to the way of cultivating immortals, so they are destined to be eliminated.

As for other warriors with low strength, they are still competing for training by the sects of the ancient martial arts world. It is because of the excellent quality of their spiritual roots that they are so lucky.

So luck also plays a part.

Thinking of this, Qin Yang looked at the old monk who ate chicken legs, and said with a smile: "Your spiritual roots must be scum, or you would have stepped into the realm of cultivating immortals long ago."

As soon as these words came out, the old monk exploded like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

He blushed and shouted with a thick neck: "Nonsense, how can a person as handsome as the poor monk have a scumbag spiritual root? I am the best, the best of the best!"

As he talked, the old monk's voice became much softer, and finally he sighed vigorously, sat down and continued to eat chicken legs.

It also looks very depressed.

"Spiritual roots are divided into five qualities, low-grade, medium-grade, high-grade, extreme-grade and divine-grade."

Roman said: "Generally speaking, warriors only need to reach the middle rank to successfully enter the ancient martial arts world and embark on the realm of cultivating immortals. If they are top rank, they are destined to be cultivated by many ancient martial arts sects as key disciples."

"If it is the best... then congratulations, you have a bright future. Your unique spiritual root quality will be robbed by countless ancient martial arts families, and they will spend countless treasures and resources to help you set foot on the road. A higher realm."

"As for the divine grade... don't think about it, it may take ten thousand years for one or two of this kind of quality to emerge."

Roman sighed, with endless yearning and loneliness in his words.

"Um... what if there is no spiritual root?"

For some reason, Qin Yang suddenly asked such a question.

Roman was startled and didn't speak.

And the old monk also stopped chewing the chicken legs, as if he remembered something, with a bit of sadness in his cloudy eyes.

For a while, everyone became quiet.

Qin Yang didn't know if he asked something wrong, and felt that the emotions of the two people in front of him became inexplicably depressed, as if they were recalling some bad things from the past.

"Waste of waste!!"

After a long silence, Roman opened his mouth shyly, clenching a fist tightly, with bulging veins on the back of his hand.

He took a deep breath, looked directly at Qin Yang, and said lightly:
"Let me tell you a story, and you will know how sad it would be without spiritual roots. You can take this story as true or false."

"Because it involves two big families in the ancient martial arts world, the Bai family...and the Liu family!"

　[ps: Thanks for the reward of 'drum tongue and shake lips', okay?]

　　
　
(End of this chapter)