After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect

Chapter 177 176. Looking back after two hundred years, the hardest thing is meeting for the first time (8.3K words - please subscribe for the big chapter)

The demon clan retreated and the ancient clan pursued them. Although there were not many monks who came to the entrance of the Ice Mirror Soul Threshold, they were all strong.

At this time, eyes one after another fell on the man who walked out.

Although his appearance is ordinary, his black hair is shawl-shouldered, and he exudes a calm and elegant aura, which makes it easy for people to get close to him. However, the blood stains on his clothes add a bit of ferocity and embarrassment.

"Tang Han!"

Tang Xiaoxuan immediately fell next to Song Yan, looking at him from side to side, with a hidden vigilance in the depths of his pupils. He had blocked all his escape routes as he walked, and said in a tone of surprise and surprise: "Are you okay? Are you still there? All right?"

This sentence almost asked the question in everyone's mind.

No one could imagine what a treacherous Shura field this place was half a month ago, but this man survived.

Changing place, no one here thinks they can do it.

Not only do they have to face the harsh environment in the soul threshold, they also have to face the repeated searches and pursuits of the two demon clans, Pilan Po and Di Shi Xiang Huang.

How is that possible?

"A miracle, really a miracle."

Someone from high above gently touched his palm and praised him.

Immediately afterwards, someone sneered: "It seems that the defeat of the Mountain and Sea Demon Clan is imminent! The two demon ancestors of the top three tribes went out, but they couldn't even catch such a junior from the Zi Mansion. They have been cultivating more and more over the years. It's ridiculous. !”

Another person landed quickly and asked seemingly casually: "Tang Han, how did you survive?"

Although these monks are from ancient tribes, their tone of voice is different, because the true identity of "Tang Han" has long been revealed by Emperor Shixiang.

He is Song Yan!

Song Yan, who is he?

These big shots were originally unknown.

But on the way here, they had already conducted investigations through various means.

Now, they know.

This is just a grassroots person, but he possesses a secret treasure that is coveted by Pilan Po and Emperor Shixiang.

They didn't know the name of the secret treasure at first, but after looking at Song Yan's life story, they all knew it - the evil treasure of the King! !

This is almost the only known "evil treasure that is not self-generated by heaven and earth", and because of its characteristics, it has power that ordinary evil treasures do not have.

As for what kind of power it is, I think I would only know it if I asked Song Yan.

Although the evil treasure is hidden in the soul, if the target is killed, the evil treasure will still fall out.

So these people, those who talk about "miracles" are actually praising "Kingwang Shabao is a miracle", those who are sarcastic are actually harboring evil intentions, and those who are concerned about how to survive are asking "What is so special about King Xibao" place".

However, Song Yan did not answer. He walked forward step by step. When he reached Tang Xiaoxuan, he suddenly seemed to have lost all his strength. He raised his hand tremblingly and grabbed Tang Xiaoxuan's arm, and said weakly: "Clan leader."

Tang Xiaoxuan raised his hand to protect him, nodded and said, "It's okay."

"I I want"

"What do you want?"

"Go home. Take me back. Home."

The magic sound of red lips coincides with the heart's desires and will amplify people's desires a hundred times a thousand times. Such magical sounds are always spoken inadvertently and in the most obscure way.

What does Tang Xiaoxuan desire most now?

Of course, he would bring the person in front of him back to his clan, let him practice the "Hundred Phases of Life and Death", and completely integrate into the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

The four words "Take me home" have catered to his desire to the greatest extent.

These four words were naturally used with the slightest magical sound by Song Yan.

The magic sound is silent, and it can already attract the devil mother when it is first mastered. Now that this magic sound has become his secret skill, he has reached a higher level. This demonic sound would have no problem dealing with Tang Xiaoxuan, who was in the early stage of the Divine Infant, and would not be noticed.

As the last word fell, Song Yan closed his eyes and collapsed forward.

Tang Xiaoxuan narrowed his eyes and hurriedly caught him, then scanned the ancient monks behind him, nodded and saluted, "Fellow Taoists, my clan has been found, I will take my leave first."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the monks from the Wuxiang Ancient Clan who came together gathered around him, including Tang Xiaokong and his wife, Princess Xi and other masters.

However, a sound soon fell from high up.

The voice was calm, neither slow nor urgent.

"Although everyone deserves to punish monsters like Tang Clan Chief, Pilan Po, and Emperor Shixiang Emperor, their words are still trustworthy. The junior you are protecting in your hands is not a member of your clan, but a man named Song Extended outsiders.

Since this outsider can gain your trust, he must have used some secret method to steal the soul of your clan.

I don’t know how to steal the soul breath of the ancient tribe, but..."

The speaker is Ye Wuzheng.

The leader of the ancient Night King clan came from afar, settled not far away, and said word by word: "Steal one person, kill another! This son is your clan's enemy, not a clansman!"

A ball of anger suddenly emerged in Tang Xiaoxuan's heart, and he said coldly: "Chief Ye, are you from my clan? I am not blind yet!"

After that, he waved his hand and left with Song Yan.

But as soon as he moved, he became still again.

He had to stay still because he felt a powerful force falling from the sky. It was the oppressive feeling caused by blood energy and profound energy, and that cold aura was unique to only one clan in the entire ancient clan.

That is the most powerful clan in the ancient clan alliance - the Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan.

Although there are few people in the Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan, they are all monsters. They seem to have found some special methods in the ancient tomb, and combined with the characteristics of their own clan, they have cultivated their bodies and souls and become monsters that can resist the attacks of the mysterious arts.

Tang Xiaoxuan looked up and saw two dragons in the sky pulling the black crystal stone flying chariot, and a pale face like a sick face appeared in the chariot.

"Clan leader Tang, I am Long Yinghai from the Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan, cough cough cough."

The polite voice, the strong oppression, but accompanied by a strange sickness.

After Long Yinghai introduced himself, he said: "I have heard the story of this boy a long time ago. He has many secrets, which may be of benefit to our Dragon Tomb clan. Since he is not a member of your clan, why don't we explore together, which will benefit all of our ancient clans. Cough cough cough."

Tang Xiaoxuan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to suppress the rising anger in his heart.

But he didn't know what was going on, and the anger in his heart was burning more and more fiercely at this time.

Suddenly, he said angrily: "You keep saying that this boy is not from my clan, but I know whether he is or not!

You say he is not from my clan, but you are just coveting the treasures on him.

But I also have many treasures on me. If you covet me, does that mean I am not from the ancient clan?!

Humph!!

My Wuxiang ancient clan is not weak enough to be bullied by everyone!!

Today, I am going to take my clan members away. Who dares to stop me?!"

After saying that, he winked.

Princess Xi summoned a flying chariot and helped Song Yan onto it, and her fat body sat on the imperial seat.

Tang Xiao said: "Wuxiang ancient clan members, listen to my order! Escort my clan member Tang Han. Home!!"

After the voice fell, he also stood up with his hands behind his back and followed in front of the flying chariot.

The rest of the ancient clans watched, but did not chase after it.

For a bad treasure, they completely broke off their relationship with the Wuxiang Ancient Clan and started a fight. No one would do such a thing.

Half a day later.

The flying chariot had gone far away and went deep into the territory of the Snow Country.

The Snow Country, which had lost the Fire Worshiping Demon Sect and the "fire", was in a panic.

Fire sacrificed people's lifespan, but it also gave them warmth and hope, and even made the barren soil fertile and restored the health of sick people.

Consuming life, squeezing life, and giving back some, is enough to make people addicted.

Now that the fire is gone, the entire Snow Country has fallen into a state of national collapse.

Song Yan naturally did not really faint. Even though he was on the flying chariot, he could hear all kinds of wailing coming from the ground below, feel all kinds of pain, and his heart was silent.

At this moment, the curtain was lifted, and Tang Xiaoxuan came in from outside, sat beside him, and looked at the unconscious man with a complicated expression.

Although this time, the Tang clan leader lost the opportunity to refine the demon infant and compete for the evil treasure, he was sure that this genius was definitely the most terrifying existence with the most terrifying talent since the Wuxiang Ancient Clan established itself.

No matter who he is, Song Yan, Tang Han, or even Zhang San, Li Si, he doesn't care.

This genius has the soul of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, so he must be a member of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

This is the treasure of the clan!

However, this man must practice "Hundred Phases of Life and Death".

Whether he is willing or not, he must practice!

Soon Tang Xiaokong and his wife also walked in.

The two brothers looked at each other, Tang Xiaoxuan patted Tang Xiaokong on the shoulder, and looked at him solemnly.

Tang Xiaokong said: "Don't worry, big brother, Han'er is Han'er of my Wuxiang Ancient Clan after all. Who doesn't have a past, who doesn't have some secrets?"

Tang Yanfen looked at the unconscious Song Yan and sighed: "Since Xiang Huang said that, I have also learned about Song Yan's life. If Han'er really had such a life, it was really hard for him. I can't imagine how he survived in such a desperate environment."

As the woman spoke, she grabbed Song Yan's hand, gently held it in her palm, and said softly: "Poor child."

Seeing this, Tang Xiaoxuan was slightly relieved.

In fact, he had long understood that only by practicing the secret art of a clan's life can one truly integrate into the clan and there is no way back.

Hundreds of thousands of appearances are all integrated with the ancestor. Although they have never met the ancestor, they understand that the ancestor has been silently protecting them, and they will also give feedback to the ancestor. This relationship cannot be changed.

As the patriarch, he must maintain this!

They are the people of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, and also the people of the ancestors. They live like this and die like this.

Even though Song Yan did not understand the truth he understood so clearly, he could probably guess a little.

Therefore, Song Yan tried every means to avoid practicing this secret technique.

He is now worried that Song Yan will still not want to practice after waking up.

Therefore, although he is a little relieved, he still frowns.

After a long time.

Song Yan "woke up" slowly.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw his adoptive father and mother sitting in front of the couch.

"Awake?"

Tang Xiaokong looked at this junior.

The record of this junior is already a miracle, a miracle that only happens once in thousands of years in the world.

"Adoptive father, adoptive mother"

Song Yan's fingers moved slightly, grasping the soft sheets, then panting, struggling to prop himself up, then bowed respectfully, looked around blankly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Where are we going?"

Tang Yanfen said softly: "Home."

Song Yan leaned against the back of the bed in the sedan chair, lowered his head silently, and said nothing.

Tang Xiaokong smiled and praised: "Your boy has become famous this time. In front of Pilanpo, he trampled the elder of the Night King's ancient clan to death. This is not a cross-border killing, this is a shocking talent. It’s a monster that’s hard to come by in ten thousand years! Let alone the Purple Mansion Realm, how many people can do it even in the Divine Infant Realm?”

Song Yan's eyes showed memories, and he murmured: "At that time, the clan leader and Ye Wuzheng were dealing with Pilan Po and Ye Suiyun. I...I was confused at the time. I just wanted to kill with all my strength. One person, so our side is two against one, and our Wuxiang Ancient Clan can win.”

Tang Xiaokong smiled happily.

In a different place, if he were really Song Yan, and if he didn't have the slightest sense of integration into the family, he would definitely hide his strength, and would not take such a tough move, risking all his cards to be exposed.

If not, he might not have been recognized so easily by Emperor Shixiang.

Tang Xiaokong naturally didn't know "the demon monk's sense of the other half", nor did he know that Song Yan would be recognized even if he didn't take action.

But when Song Yan made the move, was he really so far ahead?

not necessarily.

He does have feelings for the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, and what he said at this moment is indeed true, at least nine percent true.

Tang Xiaokong said: "You kid is really a mystery, I have no idea how you managed to survive the month of Ice Mirror Soul Threshold.

Pilan Po, Emperor Shixiang, many demons, needless to say, there is also the danger of hiding in the ice mirror soul threshold.

There are murderous intentions and dangers everywhere. One wrong step will lead to catastrophe. Everywhere you look up, you will die. But you survived. I have not surrendered to many people in my life, but you are one of them. Awesome, awesome! "

Song Yan murmured: "At the beginning, I told the clan leader and ancestor that I had a chance with a demon. I killed the demon and completed the chance. Then I barely survived by relying on the treasure."

The air suddenly became quiet.

Song Yandao: "That treasure is the evil bead of King Ni, which was refined by the evil king and tiger clan through heaven and earth."

Tang Xiaokong and Tang Yanfen looked at each other, their expressions softening a bit.

Tang Yanfen grabbed his hand and said, "It's over, good boy. From now on, you will stay in our clan. You are our family."

But at this moment, the curtain suddenly opened, and Tang Xiaoxuan came in from the outside, with a cold face, staring at the person on the floor without saying a word.

Song Yan noticed his gaze, straightened up hurriedly, and said respectfully: "Clan leader."

Tang Xiaoxuan snorted coldly and said: "I am not your clan leader!

You, Mr. Song, are so brave, dancing on the tip of the knife all the way, making the demon clan and the ancient clan spin around! Awesome!

How can I, Tang, be so virtuous and capable? How unworthy to be your clan leader! ? Oh."

"Clan leader, I'm sorry."

Song Yan's voice was slightly choked, and his face turned away slightly. He gasped softly and said lonely, "I'm just scared."

"Afraid?"

Tang Xiaoxuan couldn't help but laugh, "Tell me, tell me, you, Mr. Song, are so brave, what are you afraid of?"

Song Yan ignored his ridicule and continued: "The patriarch is right, I was dancing on the tip of the knife all the way, but I never wanted to tease anyone, I just wanted to live a good life.

But God did not grant me a peaceful life, so I could only take pleasure in the hardships and go on with difficulty step by step.

Because I want to live, is this wrong?

Later, I met Senior Feng Chengzi. I promised him to protect Tang Fan, but I failed. I am a waste.

In order to prevent the mask from falling into the hands of the demon clan, senior Feng Chengzi integrated his own thoughts into me and helped me survive on the edge of the sea of ​​suffering. Then he accidentally took away his body and returned to the human world.

By mistake, I came to the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

Originally I wanted to hide, but I didn't expect that here, I got the approval of my ancestor, then met my adoptive father, met many people, and also met the peace I sought. "

After saying that, he raised his head and smiled mockingly, and said, "That's why I tried my best to kill Ye Suiyun in the ice wasteland battle, because I was also worried that something would happen to the clan leader.

I am already a member of the Wuxiang clan, I have found my home, and I don’t want to lose it again.”

He smiled faintly, laughing at himself.

The air was extremely quiet.

Tang Xiaokong and Tang Yanfen looked at the young man in front of them with the eyes of a god.

This kind of experience is simply legendary.

Compared to him, most of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan could be said to have grown up in a greenhouse.

Tang Xiaoxuan didn't laugh either, but asked with great insight: "Then why have you been reluctant to learn our clan's secret technique, "Hundred Phases of Creation and Destruction"?"

"ah?"

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, showing a look of astonishment.

Tang Xiaoxuan was stunned by his mistake.

Song Yanqi asked: "Clan Chief, when did I say that I was unwilling to learn the "Hundred Phases of Creation and Destruction"?"

Tang Xiao preached: "You have been in the mortal world for so many years, didn't you just understand and protect thoughts? If you didn't succeed, how could you go back to Gushe Mountain?"

Song Yan said: "I just haven't consolidated my realm yet, and I'm afraid that if I progress too fast, you will doubt me."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted. Tang Xiaoxuan said with a happy face: "So, you have never refused to learn our clan's secret skills?"

Song Yan said sincerely with a determined tone: "Never!"

After saying that, he added: "I know that only by practicing the secret technique of a clan can you truly integrate into this clan, and you will share weal and woe from now on. I can't wait to practice this secret technique, and I plan to go out this time to hunt down the monster." , combined with the opportunity, and then returned, and practiced hard under the throne of Ancestor Ning Xin, hoping to achieve an early breakthrough and cultivate the "Hundred Phases of Origin and Destruction". "

Hearing this, Tang Xiaoxuan's expression softened. He nodded slightly and said, "So that's how it is. I misunderstood you."

But then, he was speechless again.

Originally, he thought Tang Han was Feng Chengzi's reincarnation, and was an out-and-out ancestor.

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It's normal for an ancestor to match an ancestor.

But now. This little guy, even if he is beaten to death before the possession of the body, has a lifespan of less than 200 years. Is he still worthy of Ning Xin's ancestor?

If not, this little guy has been hugged and kissed.

'What a mess, what a mess.' Tang Xiaoxuan was speechless, but he breathed a sigh of relief.

During this period, after collecting information by himself, combined with what Song Yan said, he roughly understood the whole story.

Strictly speaking, it was not Song Yan who deceived them, but the ancestor discovered Song Yan's potential and chose him as a member of the tribe.

Now, this little guy is willing to be a member of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, and he is quite happy in his heart.

When he got out of the chariot again, Tang Xiaoxuan was already quite high-spirited.

With this boy in this generation of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, it will surely rise! !

In the flying chariot, Song Yan lay down again and closed his eyes slightly.

He had long been accustomed to the intrigues and deceptions, and everyone had their own purposes.

In a speech, true and false, false and true, he believed it himself.

This time, his identity was exposed to the world, and he would be hunted down and robbed of treasures in the future. However, he also successfully killed the demon monk, integrated the complete evil treasure of the king, and realized his own secret technique "Free Heavenly Demon Picture", successfully solving the problem of not being able to practice the secret techniques of other tribes.

Whether he made a profit or a loss, he still needed to keep moving forward.

At the foot of Mount Gushe, there is the Qinghuan Kingdom.

The kingdom believes in some ancient gods.

These ancient gods have been around for a long time, and they have no magical powers in the eyes of the monks, but since they believe in them, they just let it go.

In one of the temples with a lot of incense, a woman in a white dress was burning incense and kneeling, carefully bowing to the lofty ancient god, then raising her head slightly, holding incense with both hands, closing her eyes quietly, and praying devoutly.

The woman in the white dress looked young and beautiful, but there was a strange vicissitudes of life and even rigid and seriousness on her body, but her prayer movements were meticulous and accurate, and she was almost in the same posture every time she came here.

The temple servants held scriptures in their hands and came here to recite scriptures for her and bless her. It was because this woman was a sponsor.

In the past month, she had given a lot of money. The abbot asked her what she wanted, but she didn't say. The abbot also said that the money she gave was a lot, and the temple could hold a large ritual for her, but she didn't do it.

She only came here alone at dusk every day, and then prayed silently.

The temple attendants chanted scriptures.

After the white-dressed woman finished praying, she stepped forward and solemnly inserted the incense into the incense burner, and then raised her sleeves to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes when she turned around.

The temple attendants sighed secretly, and could only silently wish that this woman could really be blessed by the gods.

But he also knew that the gods and the like were just for peace of mind, how could they be real?

Not long after the white-dressed woman walked out, a beautiful woman in a dark dress came not far away.

The beautiful woman waved and said, "An Li!"

The white-dressed woman was An Li.

This beautiful woman was Yu Xuanwei.

Yu Xuanwei approached quickly and was about to say something when she suddenly noticed the tears in the white-dressed woman's eyes. She was surprised and asked, "Are you crying?"

"I" the white-dressed woman stammered, sighed, and said, "I really hope he can be safe, even if I die immediately, I still hope so."

Yu Xuanwei said speechlessly, "Are you stupid? You finally get to live another life, but you want to die for others?"

An Li said, "I just want him to be safe."

Yu Xuanwei was surprised and said, "You still love him?"

An Li said, "I'm just used to it."

Yu Xuanwei thought for a while and said, "Maybe Yes, you have remembered him for almost two hundred years. But this time he is really going to confess, and we can't stay in Gushan for a few days. "

An Li said: "Is he really Song Yan? Is he the Song Yan who destroyed our Nanwu Jianmen?"

Yu Xuanwei said: "This news is not groundless. I have carefully recalled it during this period. He is indeed very likely to be Song Yan. He has been lurking in the sect under the name of Bai Xiuhu. That's why he has the upper hand everywhere, and he suddenly appears and disappears suddenly, appearing and disappearing like a ghost."

An Li smiled self-deprecatingly, and then his face became solemn.

Yu Xuanwei said: "Let's go back."

An Li lowered her head silently and responded softly.

She has made up her mind. If the news of Song Yan's death comes this time, she will die with him.

In this life and the last life, she and him have been deeply entangled, and she knows this matter best.

Even though Senior Brother Bai has changed a lot and is no longer the person in her memory, he is still the person she has remembered for two hundred years and the person who has taken root in her heart.

At this moment, the two people's communication stones lit up at the same time.

They raised them and passed into the mysterious energy.

The communication stone was sent by Wang Susu, with only one sentence: The master is alive and back.

Yu Xuanwei was stunned for a moment, then smiled and exclaimed: "He is so amazing! How did he survive?"

An Li was silent for a moment, and suddenly said nervously: "You are not allowed to tell him that I prayed for him, and you are not allowed to say anything like I cried."

Yu Xuanwei said: "Let the master know, the master will definitely be happy and will definitely treat us better."

An Li said: "Don't say it!"

Yu Xuanwei smiled and said, "Now there are probably countless young ladies who want to please him. He has a promising future. Following him is like riding the wind and soaring to the sky."

"Don't say it!"

"Okay, okay, I won't say it."

Song Yan was happy to return to the ancestral secret realm of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan at this time.

He knew that the Shanhai Demon Clan would definitely arrange many spies to keep an eye on him and wait for him to go out.

But he would not go out.

As for the Demon Mother Su Yao, he could not control it for the time being.

Once that woman entered the mortal world, it was like a fish entering the sea and a bird flying into the sky. She alone had the heritage of an 8,000-year-old ancient clan, and had a thousand-year layout outside, plus some of her own Demon Mother power, which was really a big disaster.

Fortunately, the Ice Mirror Soul Threshold was closed, and the woman could not connect with the Nine Sons Demon Mother in the Sea of ​​Bitterness, and could only act with a trace of the Demon Mother's breath outside.

He and this woman also had an agreement.

Since we are called husband and wife, how can we not have a wedding night?

When the wedding night comes, either you will marry me, or I will marry you.

There is no way to eliminate this feeling, because he has already swallowed the breath of the demon mother's son.

'This is the true oath of love, which will last until death. '

Song Yan couldn't help but sigh.

The flying chariot has completely entered the territory of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan. The big and small sects along the way have saluted like mortal ministers welcoming the emperor, and at the same time looked at the flying chariot with curiosity and awe.

With the body of Zifu, he crossed the great realm and killed the great elder of the Divine Infant Realm in the hands of Vilanpo.

This is simply a miracle.

If such a cultivator reaches the Divine Infant, what will happen?

The Wuxiang Ancient Clan is in sight of prosperity!

In this process, Song Yan also re-assigned the family token.

At this time, he hummed a relaxed and childish tune, sitting in the chariot as relaxed as possible, looking at the floating clouds outside the window for a while, and playing with the ancient clan's communication stone for a while.

The communication stone needs to be used in a continuous Xuanqi area.

This has been a problem of intermittent use in the past three kingdoms.

But in the ancient tribe, it is basically a continuous Xuanqi area.

If this communication stone is touched by someone's aura, it can be communicated to that person alone. If it is not, it can be widely spread in the communication area of ​​the tribe.

The communication stones distributed by the ancient tribe to the tribe members usually contain the aura of all the tribe members.

Song Yan listened to the various voices in the communication stone casually.

Most of the time, this communication area is very quiet, but recently because of his affairs, the communication area is full of questions about the truth and the outcome, and some tribesmen said "I found an opportunity somewhere, I want to ask if anyone wants to team up together" and so on.

And at this moment, Song Yan suddenly saw the communication stone light up, that is "private communication".

He probed into it with his consciousness and listened a little.

It was Wang Susu's voice.

"Master, I knew you must be Senior Brother Song. I guessed right. I said, there is no other man in the world who accepted me but didn't sleep with me.

That's not what I want to say. I want to tell Senior Brother a piece of news. Based on my understanding of Senior Brother, Senior Brother will definitely be happy."

The communication ended.

Song Yan:.

He suddenly felt that it was not impossible to sleep with Junior Sister Su Su.

Anyway, he didn't care.

At that time, he would bully the weak and make Junior Sister Su Su beg for mercy.

At this time, the communication stone lit up again.

Song Yan answered with a smile.

Wang Su Su's voice came again.

"I know that Senior Brother has always longed for a clean relationship, but even with Senior Brother's ability, this kind of thing is hard to get, and don't even think about it in the future."

Song Yan listened, leaned back comfortably, stretched his body, and did not comment.

Wang Susu continued to send the message: "But you will never know that in the month you were missing, a woman actually prayed for you every day and shed tears for you. I see that she might want to die with you. Hehehe, it's really hilarious. Do you want to know who she is?"

Song Yan was stunned.

He really didn't think of such a thing.

How could someone shed tears for him?

But he didn't think Wang Susu would lie to him.

This junior sister is a little goblin and a smart person. She has eyes and ears in all directions. Don't try to hide anything from her.

Wang Susu's voice continued to come: "It's An Li."

Song Yan had an indescribable feeling in his heart after these three simple words.

He closed his eyes and seemed to see the beautiful woman in white dress bowing devoutly, worshiping the clay figurine foolishly, scattering handfuls of money, praying for him, and then quietly shedding tears.

The tears flowed down his cheeks, came to his chin, and then "tick-tock" fell on the ground covered with incense ash.

Tick-tock

The tears also fell into his heart.

"Well done."

He simply replied, then put away the communication stone and looked at the floating clouds outside the chariot.

He never thought that after thousands of mountains and rivers, he was no longer the young man he used to be, but there were still people willing to shed tears for him.

Speaking of which, this is the first time in two hundred years, right?

An Li would never say it herself.

This was something Wang Susu said on purpose to please him.

He felt a sense of genuine relief and real joy in his heart.

Song Yan suddenly shouted: "Auntie Xi."

Princess Xi on the imperial chariot responded: "Master, what's the matter?"

She called "Master" willingly.

She was also secretly proud in her heart and proud of her own vision.

Song Yan said: "Aunt Xi, please help me pick someone up at Mount Guye. Don't let anything happen to her. My injuries are almost healed. I don't need to sit in a sedan chair, I can fly by myself."

Princess Xi asked curiously: "Who?"

"An Li." Song Yan said, "I want to see her in the Ancestral Secret Realm."

Princess Xi was stunned and looked at Tang Xiaoxuan not far away.

Tang Xiaoxuan nodded slowly.

Outsiders are not allowed to enter the Ancestral Secret Realm, but then again, the geniuses of this clan enjoy privileges.

A few months later.

The light snow fluttered lightly, sticking to people's hair.

Song Yan, who stepped into the Ancestral Secret Realm of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, saw An Li, who was a little nervous and cramped, not far away.

He said seriously: "The extermination of the Nanwu Jianmen has nothing to do with me. On the contrary, I protected Luoxia Bamboo Island in the end. I swear."

He raised his hand and said: "If I lie, I will not die well."

He never believed in oaths, but this time he swore very seriously.

An Li lowered her head in bewilderment, saying nothing, her heart was in turmoil.

Song Yan stepped forward, hugged her tightly as if no one was around, smelled the fragrance of her hair, and said, "Nice to meet you, my name is Song Yan."

Slowly, slowly, An Li's hands slowly hugged him, she coughed, cleared her throat, and then said seriously, "Nice to meet you, my name is An Li."

Song Yan closed his eyes, feeling this extremely precious feeling at this moment, this feeling made his seven emotions and six desires and state of mind more complete, and made him more complete as a whole.

He hugged her tighter and his voice became softer.

"Thank you for letting me still have you."

An Li didn't understand this sentence, just thought it was ordinary, so she responded softly with a "hmm".