"Hey, I've been so frustrated for eight lifetimes when I encounter this thing!"

Song Si sighed, his mood as heavy as a dog.

If you ask the White Tiger Sword Spirit again, Song Si can be sure that this guy really has Alzheimer's disease.

The preface is inconsistent with the words, the logic is chaotic and contradictory.

In addition, Song Si also suspected that it suffered from severe schizophrenia.

Sometimes his voice was hoarse and deep, and sometimes his tone was cute and tender, and he was obviously terminally ill.

Even if Hua Tuo is alive and Bian Que is reborn, it will not be possible to cure it.

"The demon named Su Xueying of the Su family said that if you own a broken magic weapon, you will have the foundation for establishing a third-rate family. Before the abbot of Kongshan Temple became a monk, he was probably the head of a third-rate family, and he was not much better than Lin Sheng."

Song Si already had speculation in his heart.

Ninety percent of the White Tiger Sword is a damaged magic weapon. Since it is a damaged magic weapon, it must have been damaged.

There is no doubt that the White Tiger Sword hurt the sword spirit's brain!

Song Si, who figured everything, exhaled a breath of turbid air and felt much better.

Why bother with a ill-brained guy?

Just pretend to be funny!

"The White Tiger Sword Spirit was forced out by my blood. I wonder what the other ones are like?"

Song Si squeezed a drop of blood on the heart lamp and the moon wheel respectively.

The blood was absorbed, but there was no reaction at all.

Perhaps it was because of the injury that the spirit of the weapon was completely annihilated.

"Try the Soul-Suppressing Nail again!"

This time there was a reaction, but only a faint light flashed by.

"It's strange, what's going on with these magic weapons?"

Song Si scratched his head, unable to figure it out.

The abbot of Kongshan Temple once trapped him with a lantern, and Shangguan Feihong's mother, Miss Lin San, once controlled Yuelun to fight Su Xueying.

Even if these two magic weapons are broken, they should not be broken so badly that they cannot be used.

The same is true for Soul-Suppressing Nail.

"Forget it, these are not very useful to me, and even if they add up, they are not as good as the White Tiger Sword."

After putting away all the magic weapons, Song Si quickly returned to the Su family.

As he expected, there was no one in the Su family and no body could be found.

Song Si was not particularly worried about this. Su Xueying promised to protect her uncle's family by then.

She can restrain terrifying monsters like Bianzhou Hou, and her strength must be extremely powerful.

Not to mention a mere boundary-breaking tree species, even dozens or hundreds of them, I guess they can't do anything to her.

Furthermore, it's useless even if you worry.

He was being beaten up at the time...

At that time, I was fighting desperately with the Fu Bing, and I couldn't protect myself, so I didn't have the time to think too much.

After searching for Su's family, Song Si found the information suspected to be left by Su Xingwen.

That was my uncle's favorite embroidery, one side was my aunt and the other side was Yingying.

One is elegant and dignified, the other is full of spirituality.

One is gentle and beautiful, the other is quirky.

Delicate and exquisite, natural.

It was a rare treasure, but at this moment, it was destroyed by three black characters.

Front-level counties!

There is no doubt that this was my uncle who told him that he had fled to Qianliu County and rushed over after he escaped.

Seeing this situation, Song Si breathed a sigh of relief.

Although we have known each other for less than a year and have not had a deep relationship, if we can, Song Si does not want his uncle and others to die.

"First County? I don't know which god named it."

Words such as inflammation, hyperplasia, hypertrophy, and hypertrophy popped up in Song Si's mind, followed by various medicinal materials and prescriptions, as well as the selection of coffins and funeral processes.

Alas, I have learned all the knowledge!

...

...

The mountains are raining and the smoke is lingering.

Song Si rode on the official road with a blackhead. Before the drizzle came, she was evaporated by the scorching breath.

Because there are no high-quality materials, the combat effectiveness of blackheads has never been fully improved. They can only be used as scouts to inquire about information or as cannon fodder to attract the attention of the enemy.

However, after Song Si's transformation, the blackhead has a new purpose, which is to be ridden.

"Everyone says that riding a dog has a bad crotch, blackheads should not be considered a dog, right? And with my hardness, what can make it mess?"

Song Si muttered, somehow, there was always an ominous premonition.

There is no heavy industry in this world. Just by burning some firewood by the people, the environment cannot be polluted.

The air is fresh, insects and birds sing harmoniously, and the scene is thriving.

After walking for a few days, Song Si passed by a small river and stopped to rest.

Blackheads are not living things, they do not need to eat or drink water.

But Song Si couldn't do it, he still had many physiological needs.

Untie the water bag hanging on the dog's back, sweep the duckweed on the water with your hands, and search for any animals such as fish, shrimp, crabs, etc.

"Hmm? What is that?"

Soon, Song Si's eyes were attracted by something.

One weight, another weight floating on the water.

"What a strange thing, the weight floats on the water?"

Song Si muttered, but did not rush to fish on the shore.

The weight is cast from solid pig iron, the size of a fist is at least three pounds.

Not to mention floating on the water, younger children can't handle it.

If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely be curious and snatch the weight up and take a look.

But what is Song Si? That is the man who shits his face out of the pit!

In the wilderness, the stagnant river, and the floating weights, fools know that there is something wrong, let alone the clever and resourceful Song Si?

Putting the water bag aside, Song Si pulled out the White Tiger Sword, carefully fiddled with the river water, and let the weight slowly float to the shore.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the weight seemed to be approaching here on its own initiative, and it seemed that I couldn’t wait to enter Song Si’s hands.

"It's so strange. Could this thing be a living thing?"

Song Si murmured, holding the White Tiger Sword tightly to prepare to slash it down.

However, at this moment, a Buddha's name suddenly sounded from the side.

"Amitabha!"

The sound is loud and there is a hint of unspeakable meaning.

The weight that was about to enter the attack range seemed to be scared and instantly sank into the bottom of the water.

"Damn bald donkey, dare to grab food from my mouth?"

Song Si was furious and turned around to search for the other party's traces and calculated the accounts carefully.

Unfortunately, the other party seemed to have no intention of talking to him, and his body disappeared into the rain curtain like smoke.

The weight is unknown, but it was scared away by the monk just now, and I am afraid it will not appear again in a short time.

Song Si was so angry that he couldn't find the culprit, so he could only kick the blackhead's butt.

It was raining and misty.

After walking again for more than half an hour, a temple appeared in front of me.

Broken bricks and tiles, broken walls and ruins.

This temple has existed for many years and is filled with decay everywhere, but the main hall is barely maintained as it is.

Put away the blackheads and find a slightly cleaner place to sit down.

Song Si planned to have a nap and waited until the rain stopped before continuing to rush.

"Um?"

Song Si suddenly felt a feeling. His eyes, which had just closed, suddenly opened, and the White Tiger Sword was pulled out as well.
Chapter completed!