Legend of the Supreme Sword Immortal

Chapter 313 A Promise

Time flies, three days are fleeting.

During these three days, when Song Qingqing returned to his residence, he summoned Qiaoer and gave him orders.

During the rest of the time, Song Qing stayed in the quiet room, practicing very urgently.

In the battle of Xuejiabao, Song Qing didn't take part in many battles, but he deeply felt his own weakness.

And after some deduction, knowing that Xianzhan has gradually entered the final critical moment, Song Qing understands that it is imminent to improve his strength now.

Therefore, almost as soon as he returned to his residence, Song Qing began to practice Buddhism urgently.

Three days later, the door of the quiet room was opened. Song Qing stood at the door and looked in the direction of the Wanjian Palace, with a slight twinkle in his eyes.

"I don't know why the leader asked me to go there?"

After looking at it for a while, Song Qing looked away, tidied his clothes slightly, then patted the storage bag, took out a token, and waved at the magic circle on the courtyard.

"laugh!"

A flash of spiritual light shot out, and the light curtain of the magic circle rippled suddenly, opening a hole that could only pass through one person.

Seeing that the opening was opened, Song Qing smiled with satisfaction, then put the token back into the storage bag, secretly used the lightness technique, turned into a black shadow, and plundered directly towards the opening.

After sweeping out of the courtyard, Song Qing waved his big sleeve at the opening again, a burst of mana poured out, and the small opening was instantly closed.

Using the lightness technique secretly, Song Qing walked straight in the direction of Wanjian Palace, leaving afterimages behind him.

Wanjian Palace.

"Disciple Song Qing asks to see the master."

Same as before, Song Qing bowed respectfully to the Wanjian Palace in front of him.

"Nephew Song, come in."

Soon after, Feng Zhen's voice came from the Ten Thousand Swords Palace, and then the door of the Ten Thousand Swords Palace opened with a "rumble".

"Yes."

Song Qing didn't dare to be negligent, and saluted respectfully, and then walked quickly into the Wanjian Hall.

But Song Qing didn't realize, whether it was consciously or subconsciously, Feng Zhen's name for him had changed.

"Disciple Song Qing pays homage to the master."

This time Qi Yubai and others were not in the Ten Thousand Swords Palace, so Song Qing just bowed his hands to Feng Zhen, and then stood in front of Feng Zhen with his hands tied.

"Hehe, Martial Nephew Song, there is no need to be so polite, just call me Master Master from now on."

Seeing Song Qing being so respectful, Feng Zhen couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction, and then said to Song Qing with a smile.

"Yes, master master."

As for why Feng Zhen suddenly asked him to change his name, Song Qing was also a little puzzled by Erzhang Monk, but since Feng Zhen asked him to call him this way, Song Qing also called him that without any hesitation.

"Hehe, that's fine."

Seeing that Song Qing really changed his address as he said, Feng Zhen smiled with satisfaction.

"Nephew Song, follow me."

Afterwards, Feng Zhen stood up, waved at Song Qing, and walked outside the Wanjian Hall.

"Yes."

He frowned slightly, although he was confused about why Fengzhen was like this, but without the slightest hesitation, he immediately clapped his hands in response, and followed Fengzhen out of the Wanjian Palace.

"Uncle Master, where are we going?"

Seeing Feng Zhen standing with his hands behind his back, Song Qing frowned even more, and then asked Feng Zhen with his hands clasped.

"Hehe, that's right, Martial Nephew Song, you're very smart. You can guess that I'm going to another place just by stopping here."

Hearing Song Qing's question, Feng Zhen waved his sleeves, turned around, and said with a smile:

"It's just that your spiritual root is not good, it turned out to be five spiritual roots. The old man thought, Nephew Song, you should also know that the fewer spiritual roots, the purer the monk's sense of spiritual energy, and the faster the cultivation speed."

Feng Zhen didn't answer Song Qing's question, but got involved in the remote spiritual roots.

"Yes, the disciple knows."

After hearing Feng Zhen's words, Song Qing couldn't help but darken his face, nodded, and said to Feng Zhen.

But in Song Qing's heart, he didn't care about the issue of spiritual roots, and even hoped that there would be more spiritual roots!

"Hey, mixed spirit roots? I'm not afraid, the more complicated the better, I have the spiritual membrane and Tianlang, so I'm afraid of whether the spiritual roots are pure or mixed."

Of course, although Song Qing thought so in his heart, on the surface, Song Qing tried his best to pretend to be sad. After all, both Tianlang and Lingmiao are secrets that cannot be told.

"However, you don't have to be so sad. You should also know that in this world, there are many miraculous medicines for purifying the Yijing. As long as you get these medicines, you will have no problem breaking through again."

After seeing the sad look on Song Qing's face, Feng Zhen changed the topic and said so again, and he had already judged that Song Qing could not break through the Golden Core Realm.

Song Qing didn't care about what Feng Zhen said that he couldn't break through again.

However, when Feng Zhen talked about the panacea for washing the marrow of the Book of Changes, Song Qing's eyes lit up very cooperatively.

"And it just so happens that the old man has a pill of this kind in his hand, which can be taken by you."

Seeing that Song Qing's heart was moved, Feng Zhen's old eyes flashed imperceptibly, and he dropped a blockbuster.

"what?!"

Hearing what Feng Zhen said suddenly, Song Qing was startled, but then his face became gloomy, and his eyes were flickering.

For Song Qing's changes, Feng Zhen naturally saw in his eyes, but he was not surprised at all, just quietly waiting for Song Qing's answer.

"... I don't know what the master master of the sect has ordered, no matter whether it is going through fire or water, I, Song Qing, will definitely do it!"

With a gloomy face, Song Qing knew that if he refused, he would be suspected by Feng Zhen, and the situation in front of him was inevitable.

Therefore, after hesitating for a moment, Song Qing straightened his face, bowed his hands to Feng Zhen, and said solemnly.

"Hehe, Martial Nephew Song, the old man doesn't have any orders, but I just want you to promise that you will help Yu Bai with all your strength no matter when and where."

Seeing that Song Qing finally agreed, Lai Fengzhen couldn't help but smile, but then he fixed his eyes on Song Qing and said very seriously.

"...Yes, I, Song Qing, promise that no matter when and where in the future, I will do my best to help Senior Brother Qi."

After hearing Feng Zhen's words, Rao Song Qing couldn't help being stunned. He thought it would be a narrow escape, but he didn't just ask for a trivial promise.

After several confirmations, Song Qing could conclude that he was not hallucinating just now, so he immediately turned serious and solemnly made a promise.

"Okay, that's very good, here, this is the Nine Spirit Pill, which can improve the purity of the monk's nine spiritual roots at the same time."

Seeing Song Qing's solemn promise, Fengzhen was overjoyed, and couldn't help but say two words "yes", then took out a blue vial and handed it to Song Qing.

"Uncle Master, I have a question. We have two hundred disciples of the second generation of Wanjianmen. Why did you choose me alone and give me such a precious medicine?"

Taking it with both hands, Song Qing took a careful look, then carefully accepted it, but then frowned slightly, and asked a little cautiously.

"The person chosen by the sword-wielding brother can't be wrong! This old man believes in the vision of the sword-wielding brother!"

(End of this chapter)