I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 145 Running away
"Brother Tu Shan, words are like faces."

"In this fight, my younger brother is willing to bow down."

"However, I think that losing today does not mean losing tomorrow."

"..."

"Shallow water cannot support a big dragon."

"I have made up my mind to leave Xiaoling State."

"Some things, brother, I have to advise, 'It's hard for a ghost to become a saint'. If we don't leave, we can only die here."

"I hope that our brothers will meet later."

The howling wind blew in front of him.

The airflow was resisted by the arc light shield formed by the light gray light.

The black robe on his body didn't move at all, and even his red hair was only casually draped over his shoulders.

Two black ghost horns grow from the forehead and wind around the top of the head.

Tu Shanjun stared at the front in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Under his feet is the Anaconda Dragon Sword blessed by the black mist.

As he waved his hand, the light flickered, and the letter in his hand turned into flying ash and scattered in the air.

Wen Yue noticed that Tu Shanjun's state was not right, and the source of all this seemed to be because of the letter he got from Qing Wen Guan, so he couldn't help asking: "Sir, what's the matter?"

Tu Shanjun shook his head, but did not speak.

Even if the guy with the big head packed up and ran away, he wouldn't feel safe at all, so I insisted on giving him a break at this time.

Tu Shanjun couldn't help laughing.

He has no friends, Li Qingfeng is one of them.

Xiang Hu is an ordinary banner master, he just got his approval, and he didn't get along much and didn't have much feeling.

Wen Yue is an apprentice, and his feelings are different.

Not to mention fox friends and dog friends.

In the old days, drinking and chatting in the Wenguan Temple of the Qing Dynasty, holding a female concubine, even though they all had their own little thoughts, they were happy at that time.

Now that the big head is gone, Tu Shanjun feels that Xiaolingzhou is not as big as he imagined.

It was as if all of a sudden, Xiaoling Prefecture was no different from the village he used to stay in.

As for those parents who are short-sighted, there are only two people.

The conquest of the two dynasties is like a child's play, subject to the emperor.

The Zongmen is nothing more than foundation building, and the entire Xiaoling State can't even find Jindan Daoist.

Think about it, the big head is right.Staying in Xiaoling State has no great prospects for development. If you don't go out, relying on these resources alone, it is a question of whether you can finally build a foundation.

That is to say, Wen Yue got Cheng Hui's opportunity, holding a Foundation Establishment Pill in his hand, so he wasn't too worried.

If it's not good enough, you can go out and look for sales of hydrangeas.

These opportunities are the legacy of the Blood Spirit Hall, and even a sect may not be able to stably cultivate Foundation Establishment cultivators...

Mr. Tu Shan couldn't help but sigh, the educational resources in small places just aren't good enough, even if they have soul banners, they can't show their strength.

Sometimes Mr. Tu Shan wondered if things would be better if he happened to be in the city that day.

"The next time I see him, I will definitely invite him into the banner."

Hearing Mr.'s murmur, Wen Yue asked, "Who?"

"Big head."

"Big Head Ghost King? He's gone?"

"I ran away."

Tu Shanjun turned his head to look at Qingwen Temple.

It can be considered that the big head runs fast, otherwise this time he will definitely make him come and go.

As for the future.

Tu Shanjun didn't think he would encounter it in the future, Xiaolingzhou is too small, and the world outside is vast.

As soon as the sword formula is drawn, it forms the Tengyun seal.

Soaring through the clouds and riding the fog, flying with the sword, disappearing into the vast sky.

In the past, Tengyun was for fighting skills, but today Tengyun is only for himself, and the howling wind is blocked by ripples.

Tu Shanjun removed the photomask and walked away in the wind.

It's so close, there's no need to fly into the city.

Liang Du is still the same.

It is basically impossible to make a qualitative change in such a big city.

Feel timid to enter the door.

Wen Yue pushed open the house door and walked into the small courtyard.

"Ma'am, I'm back." Wen Yue took Song Ran's hand, tenderness suddenly appeared in his eyes, and there was a bit of darkness hidden deep in his eyes.

Song Ran didn't say much, but trotted 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 doesn't want to get hurt, but wants to come back safely.

Wen Yue whispered: "I'm sorry."

Song Ran's body trembled, but he tightly grasped Wen Yue's sleeves with both hands.

After a long time, he seemed to change the topic and asked, "How is father?"

"No problem, the city of Tongguan is stable. Over there, there is a battle of immortal masters, and everyone dispersed in the end." Wen Yue didn't tell his wife the seriousness of the matter.

Some things are good to hide.

The gap between immortals and mortals is too great.

Knowing too much about Qi practitioners and Foundation Establishment monks is not good for mortals.

Wen Yue picked up unimportant things and talked to Song Ran, but those things that put him in danger were all passed over.

Using mana to feel the pulse, Wen Yue focused on 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 mana to cure it.

It's a pity that mana can't cure Song Ran.

After taking a hearty bath in the fragrant soup, Wen Yue went to the Hou's residence.

The Jing'an Marquis Mansion occupies a large area, and there are too many houses in the family to live in.

The Zhongzhai is the residence of the old Hou Ye, and Wen Yue also occupies a small courtyard in the back house. Apart from Song Ran, there are other family members living in other small courtyards in the Zhongzhai.

Wen Yue crossed his arms and saluted, calling out to his father.

Jing'an Hou smiled and helped Wen Yue up: "Son."

It's just that when he saw the pale hair on the back of Wen Yue's head, Jing'an Hou couldn't help feeling glaring.

Even if he was at home for several months last time, he was not used to it.

Now that Wen Yue has returned, it is still like this, and he is also hard to accept.

But even if he couldn't accept it, things had already happened.

"Marquis Wu'an." The old master muttered.

"I have an idea."

"You say."

"Separate the family and open the house."

"You have grown up now, and you have gained fame. It is inconvenient for our two families to be crowded together."

"Besides, I think since this is hereditary from two schools, it's best for me to choose one of the bastards to inherit the seat of Jing'an." The old Hou Ye pondered for a long time before tentatively saying.

It would be fine if both of these two hereditary sects were handed down to Wen Yue, but Marquis Jing'an always felt that something was wrong.

A child has his own fame, and he doesn't need his hereditary name at all.

Things that were regarded as treasures before are now somewhat difficult to take out.

Wen Yue nodded and said: "Actually, I also had this intention a long time ago. It's time to separate the family and start a house."

Hearing Wen Yue's words, Old Hou Ye was a little surprised. He didn't expect that it would be so easy to persuade Wen Yue. He originally thought that the two would break up badly, or talk about conditions.

"Ugh."

Wen Yue who walked out of the Zhongzhai sighed.

The voice was soft: "The old man doesn't love anyone in his life, he only loves himself and his foundation."

Tu Shanjun has already seen that Jing'an Hou is exactly the kind of person who can remarry after his wife dies and regenerate his son after his death.It's just that it's not easy to cultivate an excellent successor, and the foundation is not easy to entrust.

If Wen Yue still hadn't stood up and lingered on the sick bed, the Marquis of Jing'an wouldn't have cared about Wen Yue's life or death, maybe he would have been promoted from among the bastards long ago.

That is to say, Wen Yue was fine, so the Marquis of Jing'an paid more attention to Wen Yue.

Otherwise, with Wen Yue's dead mother, how much love can be left in the end?

Very few.

Anyway, at least everyone was friendly on the surface, and Wen Yue didn't want to meddle in the affairs of the Hou Mansion anymore.

It's hard for an upright official to decide on housework, and he doesn't think he can make it clear.

"It's okay to live apart."

After the separation, he will be the head of the family in the future, and he can decide everything by himself, and the adoptive son does not need to ask others for advice when he is under the name of Sanhu.

Branches on the moon.

In the shadow, Tu Shanjun looked at the classics from the Blood Spirit Palace.

Xiaolingzhou is indeed not big, and there was a Jindan Daoist in the past, but the Jindan Daoist only increased his lifespan by 500 years, counting Qi training and foundation building, his life span is only more than [-] years, if he doesn't go out, he can only die of old age in Xiaolingzhou .

Little did they know how many foundation-building cultivators wasted their time, unable to become Jindan Daoist at all.

Xiaoling Prefecture is a part of Xiaohuangyu, and the general map has already been destroyed, but there are some records of sects outside the state.

"Blood Fiend Sect."

"Yang City."

Tu Shanjun only knows about 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 Hall."

Tu Shanjun rummaged through the classics brought out by Cheng Hui, but found no information about the blood demon.There are not many lords and elders in the Blood Spirit Hall, and there are records, and none of them fit the Blood Demon.

Moreover, the blood demon's combat power is indeed powerful, and Mr. Tu Shan admires this very much.

A Blood Demon in its heyday could fight two Foundation Establishment cultivators with one, including the peak Foundation Establishment cultivator. This kind of strength is not from a small place at all.

It must have come from outside the state, and I don't know why it died here.

With the help of the blood pool to retain the Yin God, he also absorbed the blood jade magic elixir and transformed into a demon.

It is estimated that the ancestor of the Yuan Lingzong vomited blood due to anger. He originally thought that he was the one who benefited the most, but he didn't expect that Fa Dan's marrow had already been sucked clean by the blood demon.

Tu Shanjun doesn't know the origin of the Blood Spirit Hall, but he can judge the background of the founder of the Blood Spirit Hall just by using the spirit-monster fusion base technique and the blood killing technique.

"pity."

Tu Shanjun shook his head slightly, Wen Yue injured Yuanyuan's remaining lifespan and wondered if he could support him to reach the eleventh level of Qi training.

Fundamentals of this matter is quite troublesome.

Ordinary people who have suffered a large area of ​​trauma belong to the injury to the root cause, because ordinary people cannot condense the qi in the body and sink it deep in the soul.

After the monk stepped into Qi training, he was gathering Qi.

Their living souls are not as muddled as ordinary people.

When a mortal dies, his soul wanders in confusion and has no consciousness. When a qi practitioner dies, if he has the method of transforming ghost cultivation in his hand, he can transform into ghost cultivation. If he doesn't want to or can't, he can only wait for the soul to disappear.

So for monks, the root is more important.

This thing affects not only lifespan, but also everything else.

Physical disabilities such as broken arms and broken legs are far inferior to damage to the original source.

The next morning.

Wen Yue finished his morning class.

The soul flag vibrated: "something happened." '

Since it was inconvenient to talk outside, Wen Yue immediately fell into a dream practice cliff.

The day was high and the breeze was blowing.

Tu Shanjun stood on the practice cliff with his hands behind his back.

"gentlemen."

"Actually, there is something that I've always wanted to do, but I never had a chance. Now I'm finally free."

Hearing Tu Shanjun's words, Wen Yue showed doubts.

(End of this chapter)