Chapter 73 No spiritual roots

No one cared about it before, because parents were both high-level monks with spiritual roots. After their bodies were completely washed away by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the children they gave birth to basically had spiritual roots, and they were almost pure.

Jing Chuhong must be like this.

However, the result was - "How could this happen?" Jing Wuming lost another trace of true energy in disbelief, and his spiritual consciousness swept in succession. The result was still the same.

"Master, what's wrong?" Jing Chujie saw that the master's expression was wrong.

"Why? Why? Why?" Jing Wuming's face suddenly turned pale, "Why don't there be no spiritual roots? Why?"

As soon as he said that, everyone was shocked!

Everyone knows that people without spiritual roots cannot cultivate the truth. Such people cannot stay in the realm of cultivation after they are over ten years. Moreover, if they cannot cultivate the truth, their lifespan is only a hundred years. A hundred years later, the father still looks so young, and the child is already old! This... no one expected that the result would be like this!

Jing Wuming's eyes had dissipated and he murmured: "Xiaoyue, Xiaoyue..."

Using martial arts to Taoism? It sounds nice! How many such people are rare in a century? Is Jing Chuhong so lucky? He only laughed bitterly and said hoarsely: "It's really retribution!" He turned his head to Jing Ge, gritted his teeth, and tears flashed in his eyes.

Jing Chuhong, who felt a little painful in her body, didn't understand why Jing Wuming was sad. The other people's faces were so ugly. She couldn't help but say, "Dad, why are you crying? And what are you?"

Jing Xiaoshe whispered: "Do you know that you can't practice the truth?"

"You can't practice the truth? So what? It's not fun to practice the truth. I think it's so hard for you to sit still all day! It's great if you can't practice the truth!"

Jing Xiaoshe said again: "If you can't cultivate the truth, you can't live forever! Will..." He glanced at Jing Wuming, and saw that his expression was still the same, he continued: "You can only live for a hundred years!"

"One hundred years? I'm only five years old now! I'm still ninety-five years, and it's still very long!" Jing Chuhong said. I don't know if it's optimistic or really I don't know anything.

"Ninety-five years..." Jing Wuming chanted Nian and suddenly shouted: "No! Chu Hong, you wait, Dad has a way to make you live forever! Don't worry!"

A small storm can only be said to be a speck of dust in the whole world, and is not worth mentioning at all. It is not a big deal in the entire Weiling Sect. It is just a private joke. Many people who don’t like Jing Wuming are waiting for the farce in five years to see how Jing Wuming handles it.

Jing Wuming ordered Ye Yigu to teach Jing Chuhong basic martial arts to first strengthen his body. At the same time, he collected spiritual herbs and elixirs to strengthen the foundation and cultivate the Yuan everywhere and took her so that she could live for at least a few more decades. Then Jing Wuming ignored his practice and went to the library in the sect to read the classics to see if there were any other techniques of immortality. After finding nothing in the sect, Jing Wuming gave a few instructions, and then took Jing Ge down the mountain together.

Jing Ge is a life-saving talisman. Although Jing Wuming has a high cultivation level, he will naturally take him by his side at any time on the safe side. He is so small that he will carry it directly on his body, which will not affect the flight speed at all.

Jing Wuming planned to find the elders who were friends with other righteous sects and help him check if there are any methods to increase his life span.

A few days later, after visiting several sects, Jing Wuming came to Tianmu Mountain. Elder Qi from the Tieyan Sect here was familiar with him.

As soon as Jing Ge arrived here, he was very excited. After hesitating for a while, Jing Ge still plucked up the courage to ask Jing Wuming to let him go down the mountain to take a look. Jing Wuming was in a bad mood and scolded him a few words, but he just refused. But he seemed to think of something, and finally agreed to him.

It’s not that Jing Ge didn’t think about going to Tieyan Sect to seek revenge on the old man, but Jing Wuming went to ask for help. Not only did he not help him, but he would definitely stop him even if he killed his enemy.

"If you have a chance, let's talk about it later."

Jing Ge was homesick and was about to go down the mountain. Jing Wuming grabbed him, pretended to be fooled in his face, and warned him not to recognize his relatives. Jing Ge was stunned and finally said, "Master, don't worry! If you don't say it, I will do this!"

Now Jing Ge's body has been transformed by the Living Dead talisman. It is not only strong, but also very light and agile. With the help of purple qi, he runs fast, so naturally he doesn't need his clone to help him take him down the mountain - who knows whether Jing Wuming will follow him?

Finally, after going down the mountain, Jing Ge did not return to the village first, but arrived at the cemetery.

Before autumn began, the trees were full of branches and leaves, and birds and insects were singing happily on the branches. Everything seemed to have not changed and was still so familiar. The lush green bamboo forest swayed gently by the clear river, and a few bamboo leaves were blown down by the wind, falling into the river, flowing quietly.

Jing Ge walked to the familiar tomb and planned to worship his mother. But he saw two piles of earth and two tombstones next to the familiar tombstone, and two names were placed on them, which were the names of "Jiang Qiu" and "Jiang Qingyang". Jing Ge looked at it and turned upside down, feeling that time had once again returned to the past, between reality and dream.

Jing Ge's head, who was originally calm, burst into a rumbling sound, and his knees softened. He lay in front of the monument and cried loudly, and tears rolled down his eyes. The fear and bitterness, sadness and longing, resentment and unwillingness that the young body could not bear were rolled up together... Jing Ge just cried like this, chanting in his mouth, releasing all emotions.

"Dad, mom... Qingyang is back to see you..."

"Dad, you know Qingyang is having a bad life now...Mom, where are you..."

"I hate it so much! Dad, I must avenge you! I must eat all his flesh and drink his blood!"

Jing Ge's eyes were filled with resentment and roared to the sky, his voice was like a beast but not a beast, like a ghost but not a ghost, extremely shrill.

Gradually, he seemed to understand what resentment felt like. In the past, he always hid resentment in his heart, afraid that he would die if he showed it. Today, in his short freedom, he finally released everything!

"Resentment, resentment! A hatred for love, love my parents, hate the enemy who killed my father... twisted my heart and tore it apart... A kind of faith that never stops! The hatred of killing my father is irreconcilable, irreconcilable! Even the heaven cannot stop! A kind of momentum that can do anything and do anything!"

"I am a resentful spirit! I am a resentful spirit!"

Jing Ge has always divided himself and the vengeful spirit into two parts: he is him and I am me. Only today did he realize that perhaps only when he becomes the "resential spirit", can the resential spirit truly identify with himself.

Only when the two have common ground can they have a basis for communication.

"If you have resentment, you will become a spirit! As long as you have hatred in your heart, everyone will be a resentful spirit!"

In the past, when the spiritual consciousness touched the purple air, Jing Ge always felt inexplicably resentful. In his heart, he rejected this feeling, and he always tried to resist their control of his emotions. Now, he suddenly felt that his resistance was wrong! Only by truly accepting this emotion, feeling it, understanding it, and merging with it can we truly control it, control it, and fill every part of his body, and then, he can take revenge at all costs without hesitation!

As long as you do nothing, you will definitely have a chance. If you use all your energy to achieve it, you will definitely have a chance!

Because I hate you, I am willing to spend my whole life revenge on you and kill you!

I don’t know how long it took for Jing Ge to wipe away his tears, stood up calmly, and said, “Honoring someone does not need to be expressed in normal times. Only when he uses blood to wash away his resentment, he will release it all, and use the resentment to the sword and fists to smash the enemy’s soul together!”

"Resentment is not power, but emotion! What I need is emotion, not just power!"

"Dad, mom, I'm leaving! Believe me, I'll be back!" Jing Ge knelt down again, kowtowed three times, then gently wiped away the tears from his face, smiled coldly, and left here.

There is no longer any immaturity or youth on his face. At this moment, he has grown up again.

The direction he was heading was his original village, his original home.

This path has been countless times before, and even if you close your eyes, Jing Ge can walk home.

Going home? Once upon a time, there was no home anymore... An old well at the entrance of the village, Jing Ge used to come here with his father to fetch water. Once, he accidentally fell into it.

On the old Huangguo tree next to it, Qingquan engraved his name on it, and added the word "brother" behind it, but it was quietly scraped off by Jing Ge and Jiang Qingyang from the past.

The first house to enter the village is the village chief’s house. The three words “Jiang Qingyang” were the first one called out by the village chief.

Then there was the second family. Jing Ge remembered that his child was a bully. He used to bully Qingquan. He was beaten up by himself. He spitted when he saw him. Now he didn't know what happened, but he was still not so ignorant... Finally, he arrived at his home. Jing Ge stood for a long time, gently pushed open the wooden fence door panel, and entered the yard. There were layers of spider webs in every corner, and the thatch on the room was very messy. The rotten breath came towards him. Jing Ge walked forward a few steps and came to the door.

"Qingyang, you are back!" After the door opened, Jiang Qiu stood in the room and said to him with a smile.

"I'm back, dad!" Jing Ge walked over and held his dad's hand tightly.

He held the air.

"I'm back, dad..."

The house was empty and nothing was left. Jing Ge walked around, taking a deep breath, feeling whether the previous breath remained.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The old dust was sucked in. Jing Ge coughed violently, and then walked into the bedroom next to him. He wished his father was still lying on the bed inside, sleeping drunk, and muttering his mother's name.

"Qinghe..."

This is the most charming name, the most beautiful name, and the warmest name.

Jing Ge was completely immersed in sadness and remembrance, standing by the bed with only an empty frame, looking at the nothingness in front of him with empty eyes. It seemed that his father was still there and his mother was resurrected.

My heart suddenly moved, and Jing Ge knew that it was Jing Wuming who called him with his heart. It was time to leave.

Jing Ge walked out of the door, closed the door gently, walked to the edge of the yard, carefully closed the door of the fence, stared deeply for a moment, and left without looking back.

Passing by Qingming's house, Jing Ge stopped for a while, but hesitated for a while, but still didn't go in.

Before leaving, Jing Ge touched a pearl that was not very valuable in the world of cultivation and threw it into his yard. The living conditions of Qingming's family were not good, and such a pearl was a living treasure for them!

After walking around and returning to Tianmu Mountain, he passed a ridge of fields and saw some familiar faces, all of which were childhood memories from very young age. There were also children playing next to him, and they all looked puzzled after seeing Jing Ge.

Jing Ge walked to the side of a slope and suddenly felt shocked. He saw two familiar figures working in the field.

"Godfather, Qingquan..." Jing Ge screamed silently.

After standing, Jing Ge's eyes darkened, he lowered his head, passed by them, and heard their occasional voices. Jing Ge's head was in a daze, and he really wanted to recognize them desperately, and then hide here for a rest of his life.

But he left after all, walked around and walked up Tianmu Mountain.

"Dad, look at the child over there, why do I feel his back looks light and sunny!"

"Which one? Well, it's a bit like it!"

"Huh? He seems to be heading to Tianmu Mountain!"

"What……"
Chapter completed!