Song Xin returned to the battlefield just now, and Xiaoyu followed him out.
"It's a pity that the poisonous mist has never been able to dissipate, and it can't be blown away with ordinary wind charms." Thinking of the poisonous mist that gave her a headache, Song Xin gave up the idea of taking the demon pill.
"It's up to me. Just go get it and I will help you avoid the poisonous fog."
"you?"
"You can't trust me? I won't harm you." Xiaoyu smiled.
"Okay, go quickly, otherwise the demon pill will be destroyed. I will help you protect your body, and you just go in and get the demon pill." After Xiaoyu said that, Song Xin felt a strange wave sweep through his body, A light gray soul barrier appeared around him.
After touching the poisonous mist, he found that it was not harmful, so he boldly walked in.
The sight in the poisonous mist was obscured, so Song Xin had to use his spiritual consciousness to find the corpse of the monster.
"The demon pill is in its chest." Xiaoyu said.
"Yeah." Song Xin boldly put his hand through the gap in the carapace. Sure enough, he touched a demon pill. He took it in the palm of his hand and said, "Blue! This time I made a lot of money!!" He said excitedly I hold it in my hand, afraid of losing it.
"Okay, Song Xin, hide quickly, someone is coming from a distance."
Not long after Song Xin entered the bottle world and hid, a figure flew over and asked, "Bao Hong, is he really back again?"
This Bao Hong also wanted to come back and take away the demon pill. He walked near the poisonous fog, took a pill, drank it, and got into the poisonous fog.
After a while, he came out with a livid face, obviously he couldn't find the demon pill.
"What a big loss this time. Zhang Moyang, you didn't even leave me any scum." Bao Hong complained, and at this time, a panting man also ran over, obviously following him.
Song Xin was stunned. This person turned out to be Wei Qi. He seemed to know Bao Hong.
"Why is he here? Where is Liu Jing?" Song Xin was a little surprised.
"Let's listen to what they say first." Xiaoyu said with a smile.
At this time, Wei Qi walked respectfully to Bao Hong and whispered: "Senior, have you found the demon pill?"
Bao Hong shook his head and asked: "The demon pill was taken away. By the way, how many years have you followed Liu Jing?"
"It's been...three or four years..."
Bao Hong obviously didn't believe it, and said: "This old man really didn't teach you anything. Well, even the spiritual core and the sea of consciousness are the worst..."
Wei Qi lowered his head and did not dare to speak, but his eyes were full of unwillingness and anger. Bao Hong saw all this, raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said, "How about I help you show the way?"
Wei Qi suddenly raised his head and asked in surprise: "Senior, are you willing to accept me as your disciple?"
Bao Hong laughed, "Of course not, but I can teach you how to practice, but your talent is too poor. I'm afraid that Reiki practitioners will not be able to go far on this road. Didn't Liu Jing say that?"
Seeing Wei Qi shaking his head, Bao Hong continued: "The thing your master asked you to take me to find is called corpse decomposition technique. Your body seems to have been contaminated by corpse poison, and you can no longer practice spiritual energy. Why don't you just turn around?" A corpse cultivator might still be able to achieve something."
"Corpse cultivator?" Wei Qi had never heard this word before.
"Well, they are practitioners who practice with accumulated corpse energy." Bao Hong said.
Wei Qi was a little hesitant. He still couldn't accept it when he was asked to deal with dirty corpses. Bao Hong shrugged and said, "As for that, the choice is up to you."
"Yes... yes, this junior will remember it."
Bao Hong said: "Cultivation is to act against nature. If you can't let go, just go back and be a rich man in peace, marry a few wives, and live a good life."
Wei Qi didn't know why, but he felt jealous and unwilling in his heart. This Bao Hong didn't look much older than himself, but his cultivation was even fearful of his master. He thought of his senior brother, then of Song Xin, and finally of Liu Jing, and a wave of resentment surged into his heart. He secretly made up his mind to practice the corpse cultivation technique.
Bao Hong looked at the change in his expression and said with a smile: "If you rummage through these corpses, you might be able to find something useful."
"Yes..." Wei Qi began to rummage reluctantly. He was used to fine clothes and fine food, how could he stand these stinking corpses. However, he did not dare to disobey the other party's wishes, so he covered his nose and started searching perfunctorily.
"Use your spiritual sense!" Bao Hong said angrily, suddenly understanding Liu Jing's helplessness.
"Yes..." Only then did Wei Qi react. He clumsily controlled his spiritual consciousness to search for anything good among the low-level disciples. After searching for a long time, he only found a few broken weapons left by the old mantis.
Just when he was about to be disappointed, Wei Qi saw a black whip lying on the ground and grabbed it excitedly.
"Put it down!" Bao Hong reminded hurriedly. Wei Qi was so frightened that he immediately threw it away. The long whip that was motionless just now started to move.
"These are poisonous insects inside the mantis. When the old mantis dies, they turn back into insects. Be careful when encountering monsters in the future. Otherwise, you will die without knowing how!"
Bao Hong flicked a small flame with his fingertips and burned the squirming insects to ashes in a few breaths. Bao Hong looked around and found no one watching, so he said: "When I get the technique, I can give you a copy and teach you how to practice."
Wei Qi nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with hope again.
"But... I, Bao Hong, will not help you for nothing. You have to do things for me from now on. If I say east, you can't go west. You must not hesitate to do anything I ask you to do. Don't tell me about your practice first. Liu Jing, you also want to tell me your cultivation process and feelings." Bao Hong suddenly changed the subject.
When Wei Qi heard that this was too simple, he hurriedly said: "Wei Qi will do his best for seniors."
After watching them leave, Song Xin sighed and said, "I didn't expect that they actually knew each other. By the way, what is the corpse cultivation technique they were talking about?"
At this time, Bangu said: "It is to collect the corpse energy accumulated on the corpses in the middle of the night, inhale it into the body, and then store it in the mutated spiritual core. Usually corpse cultivators call it corpse core. In fact, they are a type of cultivator , but I took the side door."
"This Bao Hong wants that skill again. What's so magical about that skill..."
Xiaoyu said: "I'm afraid it's because both Bao Hong and Liu Jing knew that the technique was incomplete, or someone had changed the sentence. Bao Hong simply asked Wei to get up and try. Liu Jing, that old fox, must have known it very well, otherwise why didn't he practice it? Go practice some witchcraft."
Long after they left, Song Xin took out the jade slip and sent a message to Zhang Moyang, saying that the demon pill had been obtained. Then he called out the horse, put a magic talisman on it and rode away. The surrounding scenery receded rapidly, and the sound of cold wind blew on his face. He ran nearly a hundred miles in one breath before stopping. He felt that the Divine Movement Talisman was even faster than his Earth Escape. It was worthy of being a seventh-grade Talisman.
Seeing that the horses have rested, we are also very close to home at this time, and there are more pedestrians on the road, so it is not easy to use the talisman anymore.
Perhaps because of the memory of this original body, his heart was full of longing for his mother and sister, even though to some extent, he had never met them.
Song Xin saw the outline of the familiar village gradually becoming clearer in his eyes, as if he saw his sister washing clothes by the stream outside the village, and her mother preparing hot soup on the stove.
Slowing down his pace, he rode slowly into the village. Several children were playing at the entrance of the village. From a distance, they saw a man riding a horse and wearing decent clothes approaching. They thought it was an official official. There was a bit of fear on their faces at first, but when they saw that it was a young man, they became curious again, and they all stood on the roadside and looked at the horseman.
"Excuse me, is the Song Liang family in the village?" Song Xin lowered his head and asked with a smile.
"Who are you?" Several children did not recognize him. Seeing that this man was well-dressed, they curiously circled around him, looking at his clothes and the strong horses beside him.
"Be careful, don't get behind this beast, otherwise it will be bad if you get kicked." Song Xin reminded him with a smile when he saw the two children walking around behind the horse.
"Are you a high official? These clothes are so beautiful and this horse is so handsome." A child asked.
"I'm not an official. By the way, is Song Liang at home?" Song Xin asked again.
The child pointed to the village and said, "Yes, they came back from the county not long ago and are living in the village. There is also an official who came back with them."
"Official official?" Song Xin was confused, and then he thought about it, maybe he was sending his mother and sister back.
"Okay, thank you. I'll go find them myself." He led the horse and entered the village talking and laughing with several children.
This small village is not wealthy, but it is clean and tidy. The people of the Song clan took care of this place in a very orderly manner. The ancestral hall is located next to the wheat drying field in the center of the village. When I came back from Bingzhou, I only briefly visited the village and never lived there. It wasn't until today that he finally saw clearly what his "hometown" looked like.
Looking at these familiar houses and huts, Song Xin felt an indescribable sense of security. In another memory, this used to be a place that protected him from wind and rain, a place that protected him from wild beasts, and more importantly, his mother. , Auntie are also here, and the place with them is his real home in this era.
When he arrived at the door of his home, he opened the door and couldn't help but call out: "A'niang, A'sister, Song Xin is back."
There was no movement in the room at first. After a while, a woman suddenly rushed out. She didn't even have time to put on her clothes. She was stunned when she saw her son at the door. She obviously didn't recognize him. After looking at him for a while, she vaguely understood Song. Xin's face regained its appearance from before.
The mother's tears were streaming down her face. "Son...you are back."
"Auntie, Song Xin is back."
Sister Jiang also came out of the house and cried excitedly when she saw her brother. Ajaan heard that Song Xin was coming back, so he was waiting at home today. Both women had tears on their faces, obviously they had been crying before.
They learned not long ago that Song Xin was not dead.
Although both mother and daughter knew the news that he was coming back, they still couldn't contain their excitement when they actually met. The three of them hugged and cried for a while before stopping. "Mom, my son not only avenged his father this time, he also made meritorious service on the battlefield and became a follower of the Prime Minister's son. This time, the Prime Minister specifically allowed me to come back to see my mother."
"Well, okay, it'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back."
"Mom, who is he...?" Suddenly a childish voice came from the house...
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