Returning to his residence from outside the city, Xiang Xue taught Qin Yu another lesson about the carrying capacity of the soul.

"Today's practice, even if I don't say it, you should understand that the soul is the foundation of living beings, and it is numerous and precious than the physical body. When the power is increased to a certain level and feel the existence of the Dragon Gate of Heaven and Earth, you need to open up a path of your own, so as to open the door to achieve the realm of divineness."

"It's like seeing the soul as the foundation, the road to the gods is the temple above. Only when the foundation is solid and large enough can the temple be built to be solid and beautiful. Of course, this metaphor is strictly not particularly appropriate. It's good that you understand it this way for the time being."

"No matter what kind of divine path you summarize, it must be based on your own soul. It should be no problem to support more than three divine paths at the same time with your soul strength, but it is obvious that there are some situations here that I don't know."

Xiang Xue's eyes were bright and bright, looking at Qin Yu, "If you are willing to be open and honest, tell me about your situation. I don't mind listening patiently and giving you advice."

Qin Yu frowned and said nothing, and was open and honest. Not to mention facing Xiang Xue, it is impossible for anyone. He has too many secrets, so sometimes he feels frightened when he thinks about it. It is a fatal matter to expose one or two of them casually.

Xiang Xue should be right. The problem lies in his soul carrying capacity. As for the reason... Qin Yu first thought of the little blue lamp. Its existence is still full of incredible in Qin Yu's opinion.

Another thing is that Qin Yu thought of the sun and moon force field that rises east and falls west in the soul space. Although he has not fully understood its role yet, there is no doubt that the strength of the sun and moon force field is.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows. Qin Yu exhaled, ignoring Xiang Xue's expectant eyes, and said directly: "What are you doing?"

Xiang Xue curled his lips, "There are many ways, but I don't know the specific reason, so I can only give you the most difficult advice." She stretched out her hand, with her five fingers in parallel with her palms, "It's like, this palm is your soul. Now it's too small, not enough for you to open up the path of divine deity on it, but as long as this..."

As she said that, her five fingers separated, "When the soul is strong, the carrying capacity will naturally increase, and the difficulties will be solved. But don't say that I didn't remind you that treasures that strengthen the soul are extremely precious treasures no matter what realm you are in. Not to mention, you have reached the level of feeling the Dragon Gate of Heaven and Earth. It is not a little difficult to improve the strength of the soul."

Qin Yu nodded, "What you said makes sense."

Xiang Xue turned her head to look at Qin Yu, then looked at Qin Yu, blinking in confusion, thinking for a while, saying, "You don't seem to be worried at all?"

Facing her eyes, Qin Yu smiled, "Yes."

He nodded and admitted but didn't say much, because at this time, Qin Yu had already thought of a way to find a powerful soul treasure.

...

Chuanshui City is a human city where Qin Yu and his men currently live. It is not large in scale and is barely considered to be half a master.

The only half-master is a bad old man who wears ragged clothes all day long and leans against the roadside with a broken leg. He is a miserable beggar. Someone eats what he gives him, and when he is ignored, he curls up and sleeps in the sun.

Old man Wu has been in the city for many years. He is too lazy to be a man and has basically never left this street. Many residents of the long street have long recognized him.

I heard that some years ago, a wealthy family saw him pitiful and planned to help him cure his broken leg and give him a living life, but the old man refused him and shook his head and said that he was very satisfied with his current life and did not want to make any changes.

Now that I mentioned it, the people who knew the old man couldn't help but curse their lips and scold him for saying that he deserved it. Now this miserable situation is all for one's own sake.

Old man didn't care about these rumors at all, and he could be happy every day.

It was light raining this day, the sky was gloomy and the wind was gusts, and there was a bit of chill. Pedestrians on the street were in a hurry and most of them were reluctant to stay outside in this weather.

The old man lies comfortably on a stone, letting the rain wash away his body, taking away the dirt on his body, and the muddy water flows down, dyeing the puddles gathering on the ground black.

Several carriages stopped far away, and several people came down one after another. Many people changed their faces slightly, showing awe.

These people seemed to be walking on the street, but they were separated from the ground with a line. They would not be wet their boots at all. The fine rain lines falling from their heads seemed to hit an invisible barrier and scattered and slid down toward the surroundings.

"Old sir, we have met again. I didn't expect that after many years, you are still here." The leader of the old man with slightly white hair said with a smile, a hint of respect in his voice.

The faces of the young men behind him changed slightly, and they frowned and looked at the old man, but no matter how they looked, there was a dirty beggar in front of them.

Because I have not washed it all year round, now that I am poured by rain, the faint smell on my body is indeed a bit pungent.

Two of the girls couldn't help but raise their hands to cover their mouths and noses, and their eyes showed disgust.

The old man opened his eyes a slit, his face was filled with folds, and he looked up and down, "Who are you? Just leave if you have nothing to do, don't disturb me taking a bath!"

Now, the faces of several young men with a calm attitude couldn't help but change, and the look of bad eyes appeared when they looked at him.

The old man with a slightly white hair raised his hand to stop the disciples behind him, and his smile remained unchanged: "It is normal for the old man to observe all kinds of sentient beings every day. It is normal for me to remember me. Forty years ago, I asked you a question in this place."

He paused a little, his eyes revealing memories, "I didn't quite understand your answer at that time. I thought I was crazy and would believe... your words. But later I realized that the answer you gave me was a real golden and good advice that allowed me to achieve today."

The old man bowed and bowed, "Today, he came here, first, to say thank you for your kindness in resolving the doubts, second, to invite you to leave with me. I have obtained permission to build a new school temple. If the old man wants, you will be half the owner of this school temple."

At this moment, the disciples behind the old man were really shocked, and their eyes widened were full of disbelief.

Being able to gain recognition and have the qualification to build a school temple is enough to prove the strength of the teacher.

Even a few days ago, when facing the Lord Pengcheng who met them, the real master within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles, the teacher never had such a respectful attitude... Who is this old guy? He is worthy of this teacher!

At this moment, the rain was heavier than before. The raindrops were densely connected to the growth line, hitting the old man ruthlessly, making him unable to help but squint his eyes slightly, as if he was seriously looking at the person talking in front of him.

After a while, he muttered something in a low voice. The old man closed his eyes and started to drive him away, "I don't remember talking to you. Even if I really said it, I have forgotten what it was. You guys hurry up and don't affect my mood."

The old man with a slightly white hair and a little hesitated and sighed, "I don't know what the old man has to worry about, but Bai's sincere intention remains unchanged. If you change your original intention in the future, you can ask someone about the name Bai Congyue. The Xue'an built below will always open the door for you."

Old man was too lazy to say this time and waved his hands to the few people.

"Teacher, since the old man is unwilling to surrender, let's say goodbye." Behind him, a young disciple spoke respectfully.

Before Bai Congyue could speak, a calm voice sounded from the rain behind him, "Yes, you should have left long ago, why bother here and keep touching the sad things."

The old man who was lying on the stone was in the rain, his eyelids hopped heavily. Although he had not opened his chest, it was much larger than before.

The group turned around and saw a man in the black robe standing in the rain. He seemed to be integrated with the heavy rain. The raindrops fell from the top of his head, passed through his body, and then fell to the ground and merged into the gathering water.

The breath sensed, this person seemed not strong, but the clouds and mountains were blurred. He was obviously standing here, but it seemed to be separated by an endless distance.

No one even noticed when he appeared here.

Bai Congyue frowned slightly and bowed, "Why did this gentleman say this?"

Although he could not see the figure under the black robe, the other party was filled with the vicissitudes of time, which was enough to be called this title.

Of course, the more important reason is that Bai Congyue cannot see through the person in front of him. He is like a phantom, blurred and untouchable.

At first glance, it looks as fragile as a mirror. It can be crushed by a finger. It can be sensed carefully but it can feel a hint of threat.

A trace of... fatal threat!

That's right, it's fatal.

This description is not an exaggeration in Bai Congyue's opinion.

Originally, this was just an inquiry that opened up the situation. He didn't think the other party would really answer, but things were unexpected again.

The man in black robe said lightly: "This little guy probably made some mistakes back then. He was imprisoned in this place. It was not that he didn't want to leave, but he couldn't leave at all."

Swish-

Lying on the stone, the old man with a bad attitude in Congyue and his party turned over and knelt on the ground, "I'm going to do it in class, please help me with kindness!"

Bang—

Bang—

When the bowing was made, the stone slabs on the ground cracked, and the red blood was left along the forehead. The mixed rain quickly dyed the red.

The dirty, dirty long hair mixed with blood and rain, pressed tightly on his face, made him feel a little embarrassed.

Banbu's eyes exposed in the gap were staring at Qin Yu nervously, afraid that he would turn around and leave.

It has been so many years since Banbu met him for the first time. He saw through his embarrassing situation at a glance. If he missed this opportunity, he didn't know how many years he had to wait... Or in other words, Banbu was not sure how many years he could last.

Bang—

Bang—

The sound of kowtowing was endless, and blood was flowing more and more. The man in black robe stood there, maintaining his initial calmness and indifference, as if he had not seen everything in front of him.

The air suddenly became heavy, as if an invisible mountain was coming, pressing against everyone's heads, making them subconsciously bow their heads and panting with caution and difficulty.

Bai Congyue hesitated again and again, "This gentleman..."

The following words were interrupted by a look under the black robe. Bai Congyue's vest cooled down and she felt like she was seen through. Below her chest and abdomen, there was a hint of sourness and numbness in the hidden dangers left behind by breaking through the divine realm.

Fortunately, this look only swept across him and fell on Banbu. An old voice under the black robe sounded, "If I hadn't had something to do with your ancestors, and you had suffered enough punishment over the years, would you think I would have appeared here?"

Ban Bu was stunned suddenly, not knowing what he thought of, and tears rolled in an instant. He lay on the ground and said sadly, "I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong. I beg sir to save me... Save me!"

"I never return empty-handed when I take action. Remember it... There is a mountain outside the city, where the sun, moon, yin and yang are invincible. After you get out of trouble, you will find a treasure to enhance your soul and bring it to you."

"Sir, please obey the order!"

The black robe raised her hand and pointed it out, and there was no other move, but everyone here heard it, and a "click" sound.

Turning around and stepping back, the black robe blended into the rainy sky and disappeared in front of everyone.

As he came, the difference was that even if they watched, they didn't know how the man in black robe left.

The squad who was kneeling on the ground respectfully kowtowed and bowed respectfully in the direction of the black robe leaving. He slowly stood up from the ground, and his whole body was like a sword that had broken and rusted off the surface, releasing a powerful aura that made people feel heart-pounding.

boom--

Above the entire Sichuan Water City, the rain curtain covering the sky disappeared in an instant, and the thick black clouds dissipated, revealing a red sun.

The blazing and bright sunlight shone down, shining on Banbu. His waist and back were straightened and his body kept muffled "bang" and "bang" sounds. His whole body quickly became young, and his long-closed power completely returned at this moment.

"Fellow Daoist Bai, after your previous proposal is completed by Ban, he will go to find you and say goodbye."

The squad took step by step, and the shocking roar suddenly sounded, and the vast power of heaven and earth gathered, condensed into a sword under his feet.
Chapter completed!