"Brother Tushan, you can see your words as your face."
"In this battle of wits, I am willing to be the loser."
"But I don't think losing today means losing tomorrow."
"..."
"Shallow water cannot support a big dragon."
"I have decided to leave Xiaolingzhou."
"There are some things, brother, I have to advise you, 'It is difficult for a ghost spirit to become a saint for all eternity.' If we don't leave, we will only die trapped here."
"I hope we, brothers, will see each other again in the future."
The howling wind blew in front of me.
The airflow was resisted by an arc light shield formed by light gray light.
The black robe on his body was motionless, and even his red hair was just hanging around his shoulders as usual.
Two black ghost horns grow from the forehead and wind around the top of the head.
Tu Shanjun stared blankly ahead, not knowing what he was thinking.
At his feet is an anaconda sword blessed by black mist.
As he waved his hand, the light flickered, and the letter in his hand turned into ash and scattered in the air.
Wen Yue noticed that something was not right about Tu Shanjun's state. The source of all this seemed to be the letter obtained from Qing Wen Guan, so he couldn't help but ask: "Sir, what's the matter?"
Tu Shanjun shook his head and said nothing.
This guy, Big Tou, packed up his clothes and ran away without any worries, so I had to give him a break at this time.
Tu Shanjun couldn't help but laugh.
He has no friends, and Li Qingfeng is the first one.
Xiang Hu is an ordinary banner master, I just have his approval, I don't get to know him much and I don't have much impression.
Wen Yue is a disciple, and his feelings are different.
There are even less friendly friends.
In the past, drinking and talking in the Qingwen Temple, and having sex with female concubines, although they all had their own little thoughts, it was still a happy time.
Now that Datou is gone, Tu Shanjun suddenly feels that Xiaolingzhou is not as big as he imagined.
It was as if suddenly, Xiaolingzhou was no different from the village where he once lived.
There are just two people with short families.
The conquests of the two dynasties were like children playing house, controlled by the Shangzong.
The sect is only building a foundation at most, and even the real Jindan master cannot be found in Xiaoling Prefecture.
Thinking about it, what Datou said is right. There is not much development prospect if you stay in Xiaolingzhou. If you don't go out, just relying on these resources, whether you can build a foundation in the end is a question.
That is to say, Wen Yue got the chance from Cheng Hui and held a Foundation Establishment Pill in his hand, so he was not too worried.
If it still doesn't work, you can go out and find a market for hydrangeas.
These opportunities are all the legacy of the Blood Spirit Palace. Even a sect may not be able to stably cultivate foundation-building monks...
Tu Shanjun couldn't help but sigh, the educational resources in small places are just not good enough, even if there are soul banners, they can't show their strength.
Sometimes Tu Shanjun wonders if things would be better if he happened to be in the city when he traveled through the city that day.
"Next time I see him, I will definitely invite him to join the banner."
Hearing his husband's murmur, Wen Yue asked: "Who?"
"Big head."
"Big-Headed Ghost King? He's gone?"
"He ran away."
Tu Shanjun looked back at Qing Wen Guan.
He can be considered a fast runner, otherwise he would never come back this time.
As for the future, there will be a date.
Tu Shanjun doesn't think he will encounter it in the future. Xiaolingzhou is too small, and the world outside is vast.
The sword technique is used to form the Teng Yun seal.
Soaring in the clouds and riding on the mist, flying with a sword, disappearing into the vast sky.
In the past, Tengyun was for fighting, but today, Tengyun is just for himself. The roaring wind is blocked by ripples.
Tushanjun removed his mask and walked away into the wind.
It's close, so there's no need to fly into the city.
Liang Du is still the same.
It is basically impossible to bring about qualitative changes in such a big city.
Feeling timid when entering.
Wen Yue opened the door and walked into the small courtyard.
"Madam, I'm back." Wen Yue took Song Ran's hand, his eyes suddenly filled with tenderness, and there was also a bit of darkness hidden deep in his eyes.
Song Ran didn't say much, but ran over and hugged Wen Yue, leaning against Wen Yue's chest.
"Just come back."
Wen Yue could feel the moisture on his chest. This strong woman was also worried and anxious about his fate.
She didn't want to get hurt and wanted to come back safely.
Wen Yue whispered: "I'm sorry."
Song Ran's body was trembling, but his hands tightly grasped Wen Yue's sleeves.
After a long while, he seemed to change the topic and asked: "How is father's side?"
"There is no problem. Tongguan City is stable. There were immortal masters fighting over there, and finally everyone dispersed." Wen Yue did not tell his wife the seriousness of the matter.
There are some things that are good to hide.
The gap between immortals and mortals is too big.
Knowing too much about Qi Practitioners and Foundation Establishment Monks is not beneficial to mortals.
Wen Yue picked up unimportant things and talked to Song Ran, and brushed aside the things that put him in danger.
Using his magic power to check his pulse, Wen Yue focused on looking at Song Ran's eyes. He didn't understand and didn't dare to move around at will. He just wanted to see if he could use magic power to cure it.
It's a pity that mana cannot cure Song Ran.
After a pleasant bath with fragrant soup, Wen Yue went to the middle house of the Hou Mansion.
The Marquis of Jing'an's Mansion occupies a large area, and even a family with too many houses can't fit in it.
The middle house is the residence of the old marquis, and Wen Yue also occupies a small courtyard behind the house. In addition to Song Ran, there are other family members in other small courtyards of the middle house.
Wen Yue crossed his hands and saluted and called father.
Jing'an Hou smiled and helped Wen Yue up: "Son."
But when he saw the pale hair on the back of Wen Yue's head, Marquis Jing'an couldn't help but feel dazzled.
Even though he was at home for several months last time, he still wasn't used to it.
Now that Wen Yue has returned, it's still like this, and he can't accept it either.
But even if he couldn't accept it, it had already happened.
"Marquis Wu'an." The old marquis muttered.
"I have an idea."
"You said."
"Separate the family and open a mansion."
"You have grown up now and have gained fame. It is very inconvenient for our two families to be crowded together."
"Besides, I think since this is a hereditary relationship between two families, it would be best for me to choose one of the concubines to inherit Jing'an's position." The old Marquis pondered for a long time before saying tentatively.
It wouldn't really matter if these two hereditary schools passed into Wen Yue's hands, but Marquis Jing'an always felt uncomfortable.
A child's future has his own reputation, and there is no need for his hereditary name.
Things that I once regarded as treasures are now somewhat difficult to get rid of.
Wen Yue nodded and said, "Actually, I have had this intention for a long time. It's time to separate the family and open a mansion."
Hearing Wen Yue's words, the old Marquis was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Wen Yue could be persuaded so easily. He originally thought that the two of them would break up on bad terms or discuss terms.
"well."
Wen Yue sighed as he walked out of the middle house.
The voice was delicate: "The old man doesn't love anyone in this life. He only loves himself and his inheritance."
Tu Shanjun has already seen that Marquis Jing'an is exactly the kind of person who can remarry if his wife dies, and regenerate if his son dies. It's just that it's not easy to cultivate an excellent successor, and it's not easy to entrust the inheritance.
If Wen Yue still didn't stand up and lingered on the sickbed, Marquis Jing'an would not have cared about Wen Yue's life and death, and he might have been promoted from the concubine long ago.
In other words, Wen Yue was cured, so Marquis Jing'an paid attention to Wen Yue again.
Otherwise, based on Wen Yue's dead mother, how much love will be left in the end?
Very few.
Anyway, at least on the surface everyone is in harmony, and Wen Yue doesn't want to interfere in the affairs of the Hou Mansion anymore.
It is difficult for an upright official to deal with household matters, and he doesn't think he can handle them clearly.
"It's better to live separately."
After the family is separated, he will be the head of the family from now on. He can decide everything by himself. There is no need to seek advice from others when adopting a son under Sanhu's name.
Branches above the moon.
Under the shadow, Tu Shanjun looked at the ancient books obtained from the Blood Spirit Palace.
Xiaolingzhou is indeed not big. Jindan Zhenren was also born in the past. However, Jindan Zhenren only had a life expectancy of three hundred years. Counting Qi training and foundation building, his lifespan was only more than five hundred years. If he didn't go out, he would have to die of old age in the small town.
Lingzhou.
Little do they know how many foundation-building monks are wasting their time and have no way of becoming the Golden Core Master.
Xiaoling Prefecture is part of the Xiaohuang Territory. The general map has long been destroyed, except for some records of sects outside the prefecture.
"Blood Evil Sect."
"Yangcheng."
Tushanjun only knew these two places, but unfortunately he didn't see them on the map.
"The Blood Demon doesn't seem to be from the Blood Spirit Palace."
Tu Shanjun rummaged through the classics that Cheng Hui brought out, but could not find any information about the Blood Demon. There were not many palace masters and elders in the Blood Spirit Hall, and they all had records, but none of them were consistent with the Blood Demon.
Moreover, the blood demon's combat power is indeed powerful, and Tu Shanjun admires this very much.
In its heyday, the Blood Demon could defeat two Foundation Establishment monks, including one who was at the peak of Foundation Establishment. Such strength did not come from a small place at all.
He must have come from outside the state, and I don’t know why he died here.
With the help of the blood pool, he retained the Yin God, and absorbed the blood jade magic elixir to transform into a demon.
The ancestor of the Yuanling Sect was probably so angry that he vomited blood. He originally thought that he was the one who benefited the most, but he didn't expect that the magic pill marrow had already been drained away by the blood demon.
The origin of the Blood Spirit Palace is unclear to Tu Shanjun. He can tell that the founder of the Blood Spirit Palace has some background just by relying on the spirit-demon fusion technique and the blood-killing technique.
"pity."
Tu Shanjun shook his head slightly. Wen Yue had injured his original life, and he didn't know if he could support him to reach the eleventh level of Qi training.
Basically, this is quite troublesome.
When an ordinary person suffers a large area of trauma, it is considered to have damaged the root cause, because ordinary people cannot condense the Qi in the body and sink it deep into the soul.
After the monks step into Qi training, they are condensing Qi.
Their living souls are not as muddy as ordinary people.
When a mortal dies, the living soul wanders in confusion and has no consciousness, and when a Qi practitioner dies, if you have the technique of turning ghosts in your hand, you can transform it into a ghost cultivation. If you don't want to or cannot do it, you can only wait for the soul to disappear.
Therefore, for monks, the fundamentals are more important.
This thing affects not only life span, but also all aspects of things.
Physical disabilities such as broken arms and legs are far inferior to damage to the original source.
The next morning.
Wen Yue finished his morning lessons.
The soul flag vibrated: 'Something's wrong.'
Since it was not convenient to talk outside, Wen Yue immediately went to the dream practice cliff.
The day is high and the breeze is blowing.
Tu Shanjun stood on the practicing cliff with his hands behind his back.
"gentlemen."
"Actually, there's something I've always wanted to do, but never had the chance. Now I'm finally free."
Hearing Tu Shanjun's words, Wen Yue looked confused.