I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 227 Arriving at the door
Yang Cheng is no different from when he first left.

The fireworks in the early morning carry a faint fragrance, which is emitted by the burning firewood containing spiritual energy.

On both sides of the busy street are rows of shops, and the pavilions of different heights extend far and wide.

Crowded but bustling.

If the high cost of living is excluded, it is indeed stable.

However, it is not known how long such stability can last.

Master Yuyan has left the customs and has not formed a Nascent Soul.

According to the calculation of life expectancy, it is estimated that Yangcheng will last for 60 to [-] years at most.

This time is not too long for the monks above the foundation establishment. Once the real Yuyan dies, and no more monks who can provoke the main beam appear, the reputation of the great power will disappear. talk.

"Yang City."

Tu Shanjun couldn't help sighing.

Counting this time, this is the third time he has arrived in Yangcheng. Even if he is an unborn ghost, he is already familiar with Yangcheng.

He himself is carrying many burdens, so he has no mood to worry about others.

In short, after this incident, they will sneak into Dongyuan and stay there for dozens or hundreds of years, before raising the magic weapon up.

"Let's go."

The sound transmission fell into his ears, and Tu Shanjun didn't try to evade it hypocritically.

"The Hou family?"

"Oh, his family has made a fortune. It is said that they are protected by seniors, and the two children are also promising."

After asking back and forth, Hou Jingyan has already left. It is said that his cultivation base has improved rapidly in the past three years, and he seems to have some relationship with some important person, so he has also been taken care of. When his cultivation base reached the late stage of Qi training, he raised his sword and left, saying that he was going out. experience.

This is a good thing.

With the guidance of the remnant soul of the true king, as long as it is not bad luck, it will be able to achieve something.

"Brother Tu Shan, can you rest assured?" Ding Xie put his hands in his hands, joking with a smile.

"Why don't you worry."

Tu Shanjun replied indifferently, holding a scroll of letters casually.

"Hey, I just don't admit it..." Ding Xie laughed.

"It's better if I don't admit it than someone admits everything." Tu Shanjun sent back the voice transmission.

"Okay, I surrender, let's stop hurting each other."

Ding Xie couldn't help laughing.

Turning around, he forgot, took a jug to the wine shop, and asked Xiaoer to fill a jug with their house's signature wine.

It can be regarded as eating and drinking all the way.

Stay in Yangcheng for several hours.

dusk.

It was early autumn.

Hongxia fell and dyed Yangcheng red.

Under the setting sun, some wandering monks left the city.

The coming and going caravan camels and horses blocked most of the city gates, and Liba gathered a crowd to be busy.

Perhaps it was due to lack of manpower, the steward of the caravan climbed up to greet them.

The qi training monks who had been waiting eagerly rushed up regardless of their appearance, shouting and raising their hands.

Ding Xie stepped out of the city gate and released the spirit boat casually.

The spirit boat was known to be good at hovering in the air against the wind. The moment he boarded the spirit boat, it started and turned into a rainbow light that penetrated into the sea of ​​clouds, and disappeared after only a few flashes.

The sea of ​​clouds rolled, and the light flickered.

After struggling for a long time, Tu Shanjun was finally able to get out of the banner.

Daily maintenance does not consume a lot of mana, which is more gratifying.

But once you do it, the consumption of mana will increase dozens of times, which is really annoying.

Pour two glasses of wine.

Spread out the food that has been prepared a long time ago.

Ding Xie sighed: "It's a pity that such a beautiful night is without the company of a beautiful woman."

"Oh?" Tu Shanjun waved his hand, and summoned two beautiful Yin girls from the soul banner to stuff them in.

There are many evil spirits in the banner, but there are still some female ghosts, Yin Ji.

Mr. Tu Shan is not a kind person, let alone show mercy.

Rather, he is always good at destroying flowers with his hands, so the female ghosts who begged for forgiveness were all pulled into their souls by him and turned into slave souls driven by him.

"Brother Tu Shan, I'm just joking."

Yin Ji is very intelligent, sometimes even Mr. Tu Shan doesn't know how to describe the Yin God in the banner.

"How is the cultivation base?"

Speaking of cultivation, Ding Xie immediately became serious: "The mana has stabilized, and the master's notes have also recorded such a situation."

Tu Shanjun nodded slightly, he had also read the notebook of alchemy formation, and had already written it down.

In Ding Xie's situation, he could actually form a pill.

If you gather all the spiritual objects used to form the alchemy, the chance of success can reach [-]%.

As a senior who has already formed alchemy, Tu Shanjun has some say in this matter, and he can also give some pointers, and last time he used Wenpo to obtain the practice experience of the golden alchemy of the Rakshaxu clan, although he was shattered by the Demon Ape Determination Fist Most of it was destroyed, and the remaining fragments, but it can also be used as a reference.

It's okay to make a little adjustment, and you still have to practice hard for the rest of the day.

Tu Shanjun has already discovered that cultivation is a hard job, and there is no happiness at all.

It is boring, day after day extracting aura and condensing mana.

When encountering a bottleneck, it is necessary to search for a way to break through.

Of course, it is not as good as the enjoyment of glory and wealth.

It was even worse for Tu Shanjun.

……

The days are over, and the north falls.

Tu Shanjun opened his eyes, the scarlet ghost's eyes were like a cold pool of blue waves, without any waves.

"Three years, I'm finally back." Ding Xie couldn't wait to jump off the small spirit boat, but he was at a loss when he came to the door.

Tu Shanjun put on a black robe and a hood to hide his face.

Ghost cultivators are quite rare, but Jindan ghost cultivators are even more prominent, so they often cover their bodies with black robes.

In fact, due to lack of confidence in one's own appearance, the ghost face is still frightening even though it is less scary now.

Seeing darkness at dusk, the sun is gone.

Ding Xie approached the family residence of the Ding family.

The complex pavilions are inlaid in the valley of Beiluo Mountain, and the clan protection array is in shallow operation.

The appearance of a strange aura made the whole clan a little commotion. For some reason, Ding Xie, who was at the peak of Foundation Establishment, and Tu Shanjun, who was at the Golden Core level, were allowed to step in.

Logically speaking, when neither of them concealed their identities, the first thing they should face was the clan protection formation.

The Ding family is also considered a prominent family, and there are many foundation-building monks in the family, so it is impossible not to notice the two of them.

The Jindan cultivator does not hide his figure, like a small sun, which cannot be ignored at all.No matter what the reason was, the two of them should not have been allowed to enter the hinterland of the Ding family so easily.

As soon as he stepped in, ripples appeared in Tu Shanjun's eyes, and his face was serious.

"Brother Tu Shan?"

"There are Golden Core cultivators."

"Golden pill?!" Ding Xie exclaimed, his eyes full of surprise.

"That's right, this breath is very familiar, it's..."

Tu Shanjun turned his ghostly hand, and his two fingers formed a buckle seal, sensing the breath of the other party: "Your ancestor."

Unexpectedly, three years later, the ancestor of the Ding family formed a golden pill.

No wonder that during the interrogation that day, the patriarch of the Ding family was calm and calm from the beginning to the end, and he was not at all panicked by the death of a foundation-establishing demon cultivator.

In fact, this is also expected by Tu Shanjun.

In the past, Tu Shanjun had just stepped into the peak of foundation building, because his strength fluctuated too much, so he couldn't display too much ability. He misjudged the ancestor of the Ding family a little, and only thought that the other party was an ordinary peak of foundation building monk.

In fact, recalling later, the other party's state of mind at that time must have been false.

His aura was similar to that of Ding Xie now.

With the financial resources of the entire Ding family, it is not a problem to buy a pill-forming spiritual object. It is surprising that the other party has not formed a golden pill in the past three years.

Tu Shanjun's expression didn't change much, and there was also a gap between Jindan cultivators.

The gap between understanding the legal domain and not understanding the legal domain will only be greater.

He is also confident that he can defeat the ancestor of the Ding family before Ding Xie's cultivation is exhausted.

"call!"

Ding Xie let out a long breath.

He should have been happy, the appearance of the Jindan cultivator in the family would change the Ding family.

It's just that as a 'heterogeneous' of the family, Ding Xie may even be a 'traitor' in the eyes of the tribe, but he feels heavy in his heart.

However, he has confidence in Tu Shanjun.

The powerful Jindan monks of the Rakshaxu clan were all killed by Tu Shanjun and introduced into the streamers.

Just as soon as they left, the ancestor became a golden elixir. It has only been three years since he was full of energy.

Even if he doubted himself, he would not doubt Tu Shanjun.

"Brother Tu Shan, are you confident?"

The mouth hidden under the hood grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp fangs.

The scarlet ghost glanced at him casually.

It gradually converges, and finally it is shrouded in fog, and the ghost's face can no longer be seen clearly.

Ding Xie also laughed at his own question.

After recovering, he couldn't help laughing dryly. Fortunately, he is not a person who can embarrass himself, anyway, he is already familiar with Brother Tu Shan's eyes.

……

The gate is mottled, and the dust on the earthen wall reveals the inner wall skin.

There are also many weeds beside the bluestone path.

Ding Xie pushed open the gate of his courtyard.

Crunch!

The hinge of the door turns to reveal the scene in the courtyard.

The lanterns on both sides of the front door dispel the surrounding darkness, and also illuminate the big locust tree in the courtyard.

The figure illuminated by the burning talisman swayed.

Ding Xie walked quickly into the inner courtyard, opened the door and walked in.

The woman was typing talisman papers on the clay kang covered with summer mats, and the jade talisman knife shone brightly under the candlelight.

The middle-aged man in the shadow of the candle is making ink ingots, kneading them into neat shapes and stacking them on the shelf beside him.

Neither of them seemed to notice Ding Xie at the door.

Ding Xie smiled brightly. The two of them restrained their aura as soon as they entered the family territory, smoothing out all the coercion.

A small breath-holding technique is not difficult at all, not to mention that one of them is a great foundation-builder and the other is a Jindan Daoist.

"Father, mother! I'm back."

"Three Treasures!"

……

"Three treasures."

"Eat slowly, no one will compete with you."

At the dining table, my father sat at the head seat, with only a glass of rice wine in front of him.

Her mother's hair hung down from her temples, with a kind smile on her face, leaning on her cheek, quietly watching Ding Xie who was devouring it.

"Is it tasty?"

"Good...to eat." Ding Xie buried his head in the bowl.

He had already forgotten how long he hadn't eaten it, and he just felt that today's meal was extraordinarily delicious.

eating.

Click, click!
I don't know what fell on the table.

The house was silent.

Only the sound of Ding Xie cooking rice and drinking soup remained.

a long time.

The bowl falls.

When he looked up, Ding Xie was already in tears.

"Why!" His voice was hoarse, and he looked at his parents fiercely.

Parents' faces were bloodless and pale, with no vitality at all.

With no life left, how to save people?
"Sambo, don't blame your parents for being cruel."

"When you step into the small courtyard, the technique will wake up from the dust and work."

"How weird that thing is, your mother and I know it well, even gods can't save it..."

"time is limited."

"Don't hate the clansmen, and don't hate the ancestors, it has nothing to do with them."

"This is our responsibility."

"I shouldn't have passed this technique on to you. I really can't bear the disappearance of this technique." Ding's mother handed Ding Xie a booklet.

It is written in the brochure
'Demon Ninjutsu'

……

"what!"

The sound of grief resounded through the sky.

Tu Shanjun in the courtyard heard the sound, turned his head slightly, looked up at the sky, and sighed faintly.

He discovered the problem when he first entered the hospital. The entire small courtyard was covered by a formation. With the arrival of the two, the formation began to operate.

At that time, the wind blew again, insects sang, and even the vegetation seemed to come back to life.

But Tu Shanjun didn't know what the reason was.

In the end, he stayed in the courtyard just because he didn't want to disturb the reunion of Ding Xie's family.

(End of this chapter)