"By the way, Uncle Song, is that Zhang Jiao really that powerful? Have you ever seen him? Is he really as powerful as Yang Fang boasted?"
"General Tiangong is indeed not simple."
Listening to the solemnity in Song Lie's tone, even the smart Zhao Jin was thoughtful.
"No wonder Yang Fang dared to pull out Zhang Jiao's big flag after knowing your name as 'General Fiery'. He still has a lot of skills."
"You brat, don't think I don't know what's going on in your head!"
Song Lie patted Zhao Jin lightly and cursed with a smile.
"Although General Tiangong is known as a general, he is an old man who has already entered the upper three realms. No one knows which level of the upper three realms he is. After all, he once commanded a million Yellow Turbans. This guy should not be underestimated, he also has his mysterious Taiping Taoism."
"You're in the upper three realms, so you can't beat me?"
Zhao Jin shivered and teased his uncle in turn, but he didn't expect the other person to laugh and scold him.
"Whether you can beat him or not, you have to fight to find out! This old guy has disappeared for who knows how many years. The last time I saw him, I knew he was a difficult guy. No, you have to pay attention to this old guy. "
The first sentence was full of domineering, while the subsequent words became quieter and quieter, as if they were murmuring to themselves.
"Okay, if you have anything you want to ask, I'll tell you everything later. Now, there are more important things to deal with!"
Song Lie was afraid of patting Zhao Jin, and turned to look at the door to the dark realm. The street monument still had three simple characters "Near Water Street" written on it.
After today, there will be no more water streets!
"Lin Chong, Dong Ping!"
"exist!"
"Destroy this dark gate for someone!"
"promise!"
After receiving the order, Lin Chong and Dong Ping rushed towards the blue-purple dark gate with their guns, kicked the ground fiercely, and jumped into the air.
"drink!"
With a loud shout, Lin Chong flew out of his eight-foot-long snake spear and went straight to the base of one side of the goal frame. Dong Ping on the other side did the same, shooting out a silver gun from his hand, pointing directly at the base on the other side.
"boom!"
"boom!"
Two loud noises in succession stirred up a burst of dust.
Fortunately, the small courtyard is remote enough and has its own formations. In addition, Song Lie has applied a spiritual barrier, otherwise the movement would have to be complained of disturbing the residents.
This wasn't over yet, Dong Ping's other silver gun was seen chasing after him and shooting at the street monument with the three characters "Jinshui Street" engraved on the lintel.
"Haha! Old Lin, this time, Old Dong, I will take the lead!"
Dong Ping laughed happily, but the laughter did not last long.
"Oh? I don't think so!"
I saw a fan in the smoke and dust rushing to hit the street monument first, smashing it into pieces with a "boom", and the silver gun followed shortly after.
"Snapped!"
Lin Chong landed on the ground, took the fan back, opened the fan blades slightly, and tried not to pretend to be 13.
It is vaguely visible that there are three more small characters "Jinshuijie" on the fan, and there seem to be many other large or small ancient characters like this next to them.
"Brother Dong, accept the concession!"
Lin Chong clasped his hands in a slight salute, his demeanor looked like that of a scholar.
"cut!"
Dong Ping curled his lips and looked at the other person's leopard-shaped head, and he became angry. In terms of appearance, he was obviously more handsome. How could Lin Chong pretend to be a scholar here? Pretending to be your mother?
"Okay, okay, you Zhu Bajie wearing glasses, you are pretending to be a college student!"
Zhao Jin next to him almost laughed out loud. Don't tell me, Dong Ping's description was really apt.
After all, it is true that Lin Chong's appearance is not that satisfactory. He is also nicknamed "Little Zhang Fei". If he insists on using a fan to pretend to be a scholar, then where can he see it?
Song Lie ignored the daily quarrels between his souls and looked at the two large pits left on the ground after the Dark Realm Gate was destroyed.
"Jin'er, do you still remember what is the first rule spread among soul masters?"
"Well, of course remember, any door to the dark realm that is formed will be destroyed."
"Then look at what's happening now. Has the Gate to the Dark Realm been destroyed?"
"Wouldn't it be enough to destroy the base first and then the boundary monument to destroy it? Uncle Song, isn't this already?"
"Well, this is just a conventional method. In fact, once the Dark Realm Gate is formed, it has the function of self-repair. Even if it is destroyed to this extent, it is still possible to recover. All Dark Realm Gates may become the foothold for the Dark Realm expansion. It may not be a concern for soul masters, but it is a deadly source of poison for ordinary people."
"Then how can we completely destroy the Dark Realm Gate? It has been destroyed to this extent and it can still be restored!?"
Zhao Jin was a little surprised now, and was thinking secretly in his heart, thinking about the various ancient books he had read, and looking for countermeasures.
"You can understand the Gate of the Dark Realm as a spatial anchor point in the Dark Realm. Simply destroying it in this way cannot erase the anchor point. It is also possible that the spatial rift will be opened again from this anchor point, and it will cross Come bigger.”
"Then how can we completely destroy this Dark Realm Gate?"
He knew that since Uncle Song had asked the question, there would be an answer.
"Depend on it."
Song Lie stretched out his hand and took out a pair of stone piers, which vaguely showed the shape of beasts, rather like the stone beasts that guarded the gates of wealthy families in ancient times.
"What is this? A stone lion?"
Zhao Jin looked at the pair of stones in Song Lie's hand, which were no more than the size of seals. He was a little confused, but seemed to understand something.
"This is the soul stone."
"Soul Stone?"
"Yes, soul-suppressing stone. Do you remember the name of our official soul master in the Qian Kingdom?"
"Huh? Isn't it called the soul master?"
"Yes, then do you know why they are called soul masters?"
"Hmm...could it be possible that the achievement is because of this soul-suppressing stone?"
"Yes, actually that's not entirely true, but it's almost the same. The most important thing is that they have this soul-suppressing stone. In addition, they are urged to remember their duty to suppress evil spirits."
Zhao Jin listened to Song Lie's explanation, stroking his small, underdeveloped beard, thoughtfully.
"Is this soul-soothing stone easy to get?"
"What? You want it?"
"That's for sure. Who doesn't want a good baby?"
"Haha, this soul-killing stone is a unique treasure of soul-killing masters. It is said to come from the dark realm, and the output is extremely low. Except for the official soul-killing master's seal, which is made of soul-killing stones, there are only soul-killing users above the city level. Only then will you have a specific soul stone."
"Oh? Is it unique to the official Soul Suppressor? Then you are also a Soul Suppressor?"
Zhao Jin's eyes lit up, as if he had heard some terrible news. However, Song Lie's words interrupted his speculation.
"no."
Song Lie shook his head.
"Okay, so how do you use this thing?"
"How to use it, you decide, that's it."
Song Lie gently threw it forward, and the Soul Calming Stone gradually grew larger in the air, and then seemed to be sucked into the ground, fitting into the two large pits before.
As the soul-suppressing stone grew larger, the stone beasts on it became clearer, with a faint hint of sinister wind.
"Depending on the size of the Dark Realm Gate, the suppression time of the Soul Suppressing Stone is uncertain. The one in front of me can be taken down tomorrow night."
"That's it? Just that simple, this spatial anchor point has been erased?"
"Yes, simple right?"
"It's simple enough, but it's not simple either. The main reason is that this soul stone is relatively rare."
Song Lie is very satisfied with the cleverness of his young boy.
"Yes, this is why officials from various countries require that any discovery of the Dark Realm Gate must be reported. Even if most soul control masters can destroy the Dark Realm Gate, they do not have the soul-suppressing stone to suppress it. Tomorrow, the pair of soul-suppressing masters will Take the stone and it will be yours."
"Ah? Oh, Oye! Long live Uncle Song!"
He was stunned by Song Lie's words at first, but Zhao Jin knew that Song Lie never spoke empty words, so he immediately became happy and hugged Song Lie's broad body tightly. For a moment, the unique meaning of his youth was revealed.
"Haha, I can't live long..."
Song Lie was also infected by Zhao Jin's joy and chuckled twice, but then he began to mutter a few words to himself. The specific words could not be heard clearly and he had no idea.
Get up at dawn and sweep the courtyard to make it clean both inside and outside.
Early the next morning, Zhao Jin got up at dawn as usual. He first warmed up with a set of health-preserving boxing taught by his old man, and then continued to wield the spear. Li Ping also appeared consciously to train with his lord. .
The fist never leaves the hand, the song never leaves the mouth.
Song Lie in the room saw this scene through the window and was very pleased. This young man of my own is not only amazingly talented, but also very diligent and perseverant.
But immediately he became worried, because even such a person would find it difficult to climb to the top if there were no big opportunities in the future.
Although the road to climb is so difficult, there are still many people who hold back their talents and are poor in cultivation. How can they climb to the top bravely?
Just by brushing your face?
Song Lie shook his head and stopped thinking about anything else. He walked to the kitchen and started tinkering.
When Zhao Jin entered the house after training, he saw a sumptuous breakfast. A large bowl of Yangchun noodles, dozens of fried poached eggs, steaming large fried dough sticks and two plates of pickled side dishes.
"Uncle Song, morning!"
Looking at Song Lie who was sitting at the table serving noodles, Zhao Jin smiled warmly, not knowing whether it was to thank him for the breakfast or something.
"Well, morning, training is over, come and have dinner!"
Song Lie glanced at Zhao Jin, placed a large bowl of Yangchun noodles in his hand in front of the seat next to him, and called Zhao Jin to come to the table to eat.
"Well, okay, I haven't had Uncle Song's Yangchun noodles for a few days, but I'm so hungry!"
Zhao Jin happily sat down next to Song Lie, but it was a pity that Li Ping, as a soul, could not enjoy the fireworks of the world for the time being.
The small courtyard where Zhao Jin lives is located on the edge of Xinhaicheng City. Although the nearby houses look a bit old, the location is very good. It is not too far from the seaside park and is also close to urban shopping malls, hospitals, and schools. The location is not too far away, it is just right, without the noise of the city, but without losing the prosperity of modern life.
The alley where the courtyard is located is the only one belonging to Zhao Jin, so it seems very quiet. When you leave this alley, you can see the warmth of the world, and there are familiar old men and women everywhere.
"Good morning, Uncle Li!"
"Good morning, Brother Zhao."
"Grandma Song, are you going to buy groceries?"
"It's Brother Zhao. He's up so early again. He's going to school!"
"Aunt Wang, did you buy breakfast for your grandson?"
"Yes, Brother Zhao, are you going to school?"
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