"Olympics? Let's forget it."

Hearing Bai Chuxia's suggestion, Fang Yi couldn't help but smile bitterly. Hell and Fang Yi were just sports for ordinary people, and Fang Yi believed that if those foreign psychics also participated in the Olympics, it would probably be called the psychics sports meeting, and there would be no ordinary people at all.

"Yes, as you said, there are probably many powerful people in the hidden group. The country has not allowed them to participate in the Olympics, so they must have their own ideas." Bai Chuxia was not worried about this issue, but Bai Chuxia was really envious of the skills that Fang Yi showed.

"Fang Yi, can you teach me the skill of shrinking the ground just now?" Although Bai Chuxia is a girl, she also has a dream of martial arts in her heart, otherwise she would not have chosen to take the police school exam.

"Not yet." Fang Yi shook his head and said, "I don't know what your roots and bones are suitable for cultivation. If not, practicing my skills will be beneficial or harmless to you."

"Root bone? Do you need to touch the bone?" Bai Chuxia could only understand what Fang Yi said, and immediately said, "Then you come and touch me and see how my root bone is. I agreed, don't take advantage of me on purpose."

Although he has been engaged to Fang Yi, Bai Chuxia is still a little embarrassed when it comes to some intimate physical contact. As soon as these words are spoken, he blushed first.

"Touching bones? I know how to touch this." Fang Yi was stunned for a moment when he heard this. Touching bones and looking at the physiognomy is a must-report in physiognomy. He has touched the old Taoist priests many times since he was seven or eight years old.

"Then... then you have to touch it faster, I'm afraid it's itchy." Bai Chuxia said with a red face: "It's not OK here. Let's go quickly and go to where you live."

"But, but touching bones and looking at roots are different."

Fang Yi wanted to help Bai Chuxia touch the bones, but the root bones or spiritual roots needed for cultivation cannot be seen by touching the bones. Even if he touched Bai Chuxia all over his body, he could not tell whether Bai Chuxia had spiritual roots.

"You're going to die." Hearing Fang Yi's words, Bai Chuxia was just blushing on her face, but her neck turned red, and she chased Fang Yi angrily.

"Okay, I'll go back and ask someone for advice, and then help you measure your spiritual roots."

After the two of them had a fight for a while, Fang Yi grabbed Bai Chuxia's hand and said, "Don't worry, I'll ask tomorrow, if you can practice, we can be a pair of immortal companions."

In today's Dharma-Ending Age where spiritual energy is gone, it is almost rare to find someone who can practice. Fang Yi naturally also wants Bai Chuxia to embark on the path of cultivation so that he can have a real partner.

"Who wants to be a fairy companion with you? You are so bad. Go back by yourself. I'm going home." Thinking of the initiative just now, Bai Chuxia still felt a little fever on her face, and she refused to go to the place where he lives with Fang Yi again.

"Hey, if you don't give me, I'll give you." Seeing Bai Chuxia walking towards the subway entrance, Fang Yi hurriedly chased after him and said with a smile: "It's just right to go and recognize the door with you. If the uncle and aunt force me to stay, I will live in your house."

"I think it's beautiful." Bai Chuxia rolled her eyes at Fang Yi, but she didn't stop Fang Yi from following.

"How do you take this subway?"

Fang Yi originally wanted to show his attentiveness to buy tickets, but he found that many people had just swiped in and went in. This made Fang Yi a little stunned. Although he had been to Beijing several times, this was the first time he took the subway.

"So the immortal can't even take the subway?" Bai Chuxia suppressed her smile, went to the window to buy two tickets, took Fang Yi into the station.

In fact, the courtyard house that Fang Yi bought was not very far from Bai Chuxia's house, which was only two stops away. The courtyard house where the house lived was also a courtyard house, but it was not as big as Fang Yi bought. After arriving at the Bai family, Mr. Bai and others had not come back yet.

"How is it? My one is my room. Do you dare to stay there?" Bai Chuxia looked at Fang Yi with a provocative look on his face.

"Don't dare."

Fang Yi smiled bitterly. Although he was a passionate young man, he was also an extremely traditional person. Sometimes Fang Yi felt that he was poisoned by the old Taoist priests and was more cautious about men and women than women.

Back then, the old Taoist priests often whispered in Fang Yi's ears that the so-called color was a steel knife, which made Fang Yi not lose his body easily. Fang Yi almost had a mental disorder, and this was at the Bai family. If Bai Chuxia's parents heard something when they came back, Fang Yi would be even more ashamed.

"Look at your promising prospects." Bai Chuxiaqiao smiled and gave Fang Yi a blank look, and said, "My parents are coming back soon. If you don't want to live here, go back quickly."

"It's really a waste of time." After leaving the Bai family, Fang Yi smiled bitterly and returned to his residence to meditate for a long time before he calmed down.

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"Mr. Song, did you come early, or did you live here yesterday?"

The next morning, when Fang Yi went out for morning exercise, he found that Song Tianyu was already standing in the yard and breathing. Speaking of which, Song Tianyu's cultivation was also very good. He breathed for a long time and caused the internal organs to shake. In Fang Yi's opinion, he was only one opportunity to advance to the innate.

However, according to Song Tianyu, it takes spiritual roots to advance to the innate world. Although there are many people without spiritual roots to break through this barrier, this process is a life-and-death life. In recent decades, Song Tianyu has never heard of anyone who has succeeded.

"Mr. Fang, I didn't leave yesterday."

Seeing Fang Yi come out, Song Tianyu quickly stopped his merits and stood up straight. Speaking of which, Song Tianyu has been in the Hidden Group for decades and has been respected everywhere. He has not experienced a day of waiting like yesterday.

"Old Song, please call me Fang Yi."

Hearing Song Tianyu's name to him, Fang Yi waved his hand and said, "I can't stand the titles of "Mr. Do you want to shout like this again, then we really can't chat well."

Fang Yi's origin can be said to be the grassroots among grassroots, and he advocates nature by nature. The title of Mr. and fellow Taoist comrade Song Tianyu made Fang Yi feel uncomfortable all over his body.

"Okay, then I'll call you Fang Yi."

Song Tianyu is several decades older than Fang Yi. He feels a little awkward when calling out to the gentleman every day. He smiled and nodded, saying, "Fang Yi, Zhang Yi told you, I have something to ask you for."

"Old Song, go to the restaurant to talk." Fang Yi shook his head and said, "I have something to ask Mr. Song for advice."

"What's the matter?" Song Tianyu was stunned for a moment when he heard this and said, "As long as I know, I will tell you."

"It's about spiritual roots."

After the two walked to the restaurant and sat down, letting the waiter leave, Fang Yi said: "I want to know how to see if a person can have spiritual roots. Mr. Song came from a family of cultivators, so I guess he should be very clear about this."

"Test the spiritual roots?"

Song Tianyu didn't expect Fang Yi to ask this question, "Fang Yi, are you going to help others test? To be honest, there are too few people in this world who can practice, and I don't think it's necessary."

Song Tianyu's origin determined that he knew many things. In today's society, people with spiritual roots can be said to be rare. Even among the family of cultivators, there is no one in ten. If the opportunity is good, a person with spiritual roots will appear in two or three generations.

Some cultivator families, even those with spiritual roots, have not even appeared for generations. Such a family will gradually become ordinary martial arts families, and will disappear from the circle of cultivator families over time.

So in Song Tianyu's opinion, Fang Yi's idea of ​​helping ordinary people test spiritual roots can only waste a chance to test in vain, which is unnecessary.

"Old Song, you just need to tell me the method."

How could Fang Yi be moved by Song Tianyu's words? Moreover, he not only wanted to help Bai Chuxia test it, but also like Fatty Sanpao and Si Yuanjie, Fang Yi wanted to test whether their root bones were suitable for cultivation.

“There are two ways.”

Seeing Fang Yi unmoved, Song Tianyu could only say: "The first type is to be tested by seniors in the clan. They have special skills to see if there are spiritual roots in our bodies. If so, they will bring us into the world of cultivators."

"What kind of cultivation is the senior in your clan?" Fang Yi asked afterwards.

"I don't know what kind of cultivation is. Anyway, I have entered the innate realm. It seems that I am using my spiritual sense to detect the body, so I don't understand the specific ones."

Song Tianyu smiled bitterly when he heard this. What is the status of the seniors in their family? Even the head of the family was respectful to him. For example, when he was tested at a young age, he didn't even dare to take a breath when he saw the seniors in the clan. How dare he ask about his cultivation level?

However, such testing methods can only be applied to children in this family, because there are also competition and evil relationships in the family of cultivators. Using spiritual consciousness to test the spiritual roots is easy to do some tricks in it, and it is not difficult to destroy the spiritual roots.

"The spiritual sense tests the spiritual root? What does that spiritual root look like?"

Fang Yi's heart moved when he heard this. He could now release his spiritual consciousness and enter other people's bodies. However, Fang Yi knew nothing about the spiritual roots. Even if he used his spiritual consciousness to explore other people's bodies, he could not know whether the person had spiritual roots.

"Fang Yi, how can I explain this clearly?"

Song Tianyu thought for a while and said, "I once heard from the elders in my family that there are 205 bones in the human body, but people with spiritual roots have 207 bones. The extra one is spiritual roots, which some people call spiritual bones."

Although Song Tianyu was born in the family of cultivators, people without spiritual roots had limited knowledge. If he had not been sent to the foot of the mountain to serve the country, Song Tianyu might not have known about these things.

Song Tianyu only knew that the spiritual roots seemed to be in the heavenly spirit, and the top of the head of a newborn baby could not grow. In the process of growing up, the so-called spiritual roots would appear.
Chapter completed!