Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Chapter 46 Spiritual Weapon [Lu Wu Bell]

Taking advantage of this moment of effort, Song Changsheng came to the center of the formation again. With a wave of his hand, a set of formation flags and a dark yellow copper bell emerged from the ground.

After putting away the formation flag, he had the opportunity to take a good look at the high-grade spiritual weapon in his hand that served as the formation eye.

When shrunk, it looks more like a bell. On the surface, it depicts a strange beast with a human face and tiger paws, resembling a tiger, and nine tails behind it, making it look majestic.

It is the image of the ancient mythical beast "Lu Wu".

"[Lu Wuzhong], will you follow me from now on?"

Song Changsheng stroked the bronze bell and whispered softly.

A layer of light appeared on the surface of [Lu Wu Bell], and the "Lu Wu" carved on it seemed to come to life, exuding a feeling of joy.

"It seems that you agree. I will definitely not humiliate you." Song Changsheng smiled slightly and put it into the Qiankun Bag. The value of a high-grade spiritual weapon is no less than the inheritance of the cave master.

However, what made him a little confused was that various signs showed that the owner of the cave should be a swordsman monk with two skills: array and weapon. The three inheritances in the Qiankun Bag also proved this.

Will a swordsman's natal spiritual weapon be a copper bell?This is obviously impossible. This [Lu Wuzhong] is more like the material he uses to set up the formation.

So the question is, where is this sword cultivator's natal spiritual sword, or...whose hand did it fall into?

Song Changsheng suddenly remembered the stone chamber that he had not stepped into, and subconsciously looked at Xu Yunhe not far away. Could it have fallen into his hands?

This is quite possible.

But in the end, it can only rot in his stomach. If there really is a stronger spiritual weapon than the [Lu Wuzhong] in the stone room, then it will only prove that he has no chance of it.

Just as he was meditating, Zhu Yiqun came over cursing: "These blood demons are incredible, I have rummaged through them all, these people's Qiankun bags are cleaner than my pots, and there is nothing except magic weapons.

The Foundation Establishment Demonic Cultivator didn't see the Universe Bag at all. He didn't know if he didn't bring it or if it was taken away by Senior Niu. "

"You can't be the only one who is greedy for ink, right?" Song Changsheng joked with a smile.

"How can you accuse someone of innocence out of thin air? Am I that kind of person?" Zhu Yiqun suddenly shouted with an exaggerated expression, making the two of them laugh.

After laughing, Zhu Yiqun threw a bunch of blood-stained magic weapons on the ground and said: "There are 31 magic weapons in total, let's divide them."

"It's not easy for us to sell these magic weapons." Song Changsheng frowned. Although they are first-level magic weapons of low quality, they can also be worth a lot of spiritual stones.

But the key point is that magic weapons are difficult to deal with. Song Changsheng has not yet found a suitable method to deal with the magic weapons he seized last time. If it doesn't work, he has to melt them.

When Zhu Yiqun heard this, his chest beat loudly and he said: "This is just a small problem. I have channels. Let's do it this way. If you can trust me, leave it to me to handle it. Then we will split it equally."

"Zhu Daoyou is a person I can trust." Xu Yunhe was the first to express his stance.

Song Changsheng nodded and said: "This is the best thing. It's really difficult to handle such a large batch of magic weapons in our hands."

"Don't worry, Lao Zhu, I will definitely handle it for you." Zhu Yiqun grinned and put away the magic weapon on the ground.

"These blood demons are organized, so they cannot be so poor. Their lair must be nearby. It's just a pity that they didn't leave anyone alive."

Song Changsheng was a little regretful. The area around here was full of hills and dense forests. Finding a deliberately hidden demon cultivator's lair was like looking for a needle in a haystack. "Sometimes in life, things have to happen, and we have gained enough." Zhu Yiqun looked at it with open eyes.

Song Changsheng nodded in relief, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind: "By the way, what should I do with the senior's bones? Can't they just leave them here?"

"We have obtained the remains of our predecessors, so naturally we must arrange the bones of our predecessors properly to prevent them from being used by evil heretics. In addition, the bones and relics of our colleagues who came with us must be properly placed."

Zhu Yiqun rarely became serious. When he talked about his fallen comrades, his eyes turned red.

"Leave the senior's bones to me." Xu Yunhe, who had been silent, suddenly said.

Song Changsheng and Zhu Yiqun looked at each other and finally nodded in agreement.

Xu Yunhe entered the cave to gather the bones. Zhu Yiqun looked at his back and said with envy: "Fellow Daoist Xu is the one who gained the most from this trip.

Although his arm was broken, the sword energy around his body was slowly disappearing, and his sharp edge was beginning to show. Once he breaks through the foundation building stage, he will probably become a famous figure again. "

"Each has its own destiny. This time we have gained a lot, so we should be content."

"Yes. Hey, someone is coming again?" Zhu Yiqun pointed to the horizon in the distance.

Song Changsheng looked around and saw a small black spot gradually enlarging in the distance. When he took a closer look, it was Wang Wanzhou coming with his sword.

Wang Wanzhou looked at the traces of the battle around him and felt a little solemn in his heart. He could feel that two monks whose strength was not inferior to his had fought here before. He might have arrived a step too late.

He looked around with a pair of blue eyes, and finally saw Song Changsheng's figure in the mess. He was relieved in his heart. Yu Jian came to Song Changsheng and said: "I came a step late. Fortunately, you are fine, otherwise your grandfather I’m afraid they’re going to attack me at my garrison.”

Song Changsheng quickly raised his hands in salute and said: "My uncle's words are serious. I am very grateful to you for coming. I will report this to my grandfather and remember my uncle's help."

"Hahaha, saying this is too foreign. By the way, have you encountered someone from the devil's path? I feel the breath of the blood devil." Wang Wanzhou looked around and said with a solemn expression.

Song Changsheng told the whole story of the matter. Except for the harvest in the cave, there were no details.

"I see. As the saying goes, lucky people have their own destiny, and it is perfect to apply to you." Wang Wanzhou said with emotion.

Song Changsheng pondered for a moment, then made up his mind and asked: "Uncle, you and my grandfather are family friends. I wonder if you know if there is any grudge between the family and Luoxia City?"

Wang Wanzhou stared at him for a while, and finally sighed and said: "I knew you would ask this, but it is really inappropriate for me to tell you this matter. If you have a chance, go and ask your grandfather in person."

"This matter has something to do with grandpa?" Song Changsheng frowned slightly, why had he never mentioned it before?

"Hey, let's not talk about this anymore. If something happens to you here, then come back to Fangshi with me. The Dihuo Sect will be restless when I come."

Wang Wanzhou didn't mean to say anything more. He looked at the sunset and said to Song Changsheng.

Song Changsheng looked at Zhu Yiqun and said, "Brother Zhu, are you with me or not?"

Zhu Yiqun spread his hands: "I have already said hello to my old man. He will come to pick me up soon. He will get angry if he doesn't see me. You and this senior should go first. Yunhe will go with me."

When Song Changsheng saw this, he didn't force anything. He bowed his hand, jumped onto Wang Wanzhou's flying sword, and embarked on the return journey...

(End of this chapter)