I am a martial god, proving the way with a sword

Chapter 79
Song Boyu and Xiuniang turned around quickly and saw a medium-height, rather thin, gray-haired old man looking at them kindly, it was Old Man Wu Yan.

The old man looked at them with a smile, then looked at the mud-tile house where he lived, and said with satisfaction: "I'm not here during this period, and it's really hard for you to help me clean this place. I'll bring it to you." I bought some local specialties from Ying County and will try them together later."

Song Boyu smiled and said: "Xiuniang and I just did what we should do. Grandpa Wu, come and sit at our house. We can eat local specialties together for lunch."

Old man Wu Yan smiled and nodded: "Okay, I'll put my things down and go to your house."

Half an hour later, the three of them were eating hot spicy stir-fried beef tendon, stewed pig's trotters, roast duck, and yellow rice in the main room of the mud-tiled house, chatting about their respective recent situations.

Song Boyu briefly told the old man his recent experience. While listening, the old man Wu Yan glanced at the two gray urns on the incense table against the wall in the middle of the hall, seeming a little distracted.

As he talked, he talked about the puppets showing their power after the Golden Chamber Fight and the puppets in the underground secret room saving lives.

Song Boyu suddenly stood up from the dinner table and knelt down directly to the old man Wu Yan: "Grandpa Wu, thank you for giving me the puppet, which saved me from two major disasters."

Xiu Niang also knelt down and said to the old man with red eyes: "Grandpa Wu, you are a man of great ability, and I think you are also a first-class immortal master. My brother has a Yin spirit entrenched in his body. I heard that he will not live to be 30 years old. Please help me." Please help him again!"

When Old Man Wu Yan saw both of them kneeling down, he stood up and closed the door of the hall, took out a piece of yellow paper with a talisman drawn on it, and stuck it on the crack of the door.

The whole room flashed with white light and seemed to be cut off from the outside world.

"It's the Chinese New Year, so you should kneel down to me."

The old man touched his hair, stared blankly at the two urns containing ashes, and said suddenly.

Song Boyu thought that what the old man said was life-saving grace, and responded: "That's true. You are an elder and you have life-saving grace. It is right for us to worship you. Just what Xiu Niang said, don't worry too much, I..."

"How can I not be pregnant! You are my daughter's only son, my Wu Yan's grandson, and my only relative in this world!"

Wu Yan suddenly shouted loudly, staring at the urn with tears in his eyes.

Song Boyu and Xiu Niang knelt there dumbly as if struck by lightning. After a while, Song Boyu woke up from this blank state of mind and recalled what his mother had said every time she scolded him.

"...I think you just don't learn how to learn well. If you become like my father who is looking for immortals and running away without knowing where, then I might as well beat you to death..."

Then, he thought of what Xiu Niang said with a frown after the puppet show he saw that day.

"Old Man Wu's story of searching for immortals is very exciting, but I don't like scholars yet. He abandoned his wife and daughter and left home to seek Taoism. How can orphans and widowed mothers live!"

There are two other people from the same hometown, both from Xiaguan Township, Linyi County.

Everything is connected in series at this time, and it all makes sense.

As for why the old man could find himself, it might be some kind of clever magic. After all, the old man could even give away the magical puppet.

Song Boyu also recalled the complicated look on the old man's face when he saw him for the first time. His voice was trembling, and he asked in a low voice: "Grandpa Wu, is everything you said true?"

Xiu Niang reacted and shouted sweetly: "Grandpa! My brother and I are finally no longer dependent on each other."

When Wu Yan heard the name of grandpa, he cried and laughed and agreed: "Good boy, good boy. Boyu, I am your grandpa, otherwise how could I find you with the art of finding relatives by dripping blood?"

Song Boyu looked at the old man and kowtowed solemnly: "Grandpa!"

The three members of the family recognized each other and inevitably hugged each other and cried bitterly. After a while, the three of them sat back at the table and chatted while eating.

Wu Yan wiped his tears and said with a smile: "I went out this time just to help you solve the Yin spirit energy in your body. Although I haven't found a complete solution, I have a way to extend your life."

Xiu Niang asked quickly: "Grandpa, what can we do?"

Wu Yan did not sell out, and said directly: "A great martial arts secret called "Shenyuan Jue" was created by a powerful master of Xumen, a major sect of immortality. It is specially used for disciples to build a foundation for cultivation and nourish their souls with their essence and temperature.

The stronger the soul, the greater the possibility of becoming a Taoist. Because of this method, the probability of Zixu Sect disciples becoming a Taoist is greatly increased.

Although when one reaches the realm of foundation building, all the foundation building techniques practiced can warm and nourish the soul, but most of the techniques to strengthen the soul are too crude and rely entirely on talent.

"Shenyuan Jue" is very extraordinary. It has summarized a series of tips. This method can warm and nourish the soul, and the effect is ten times that of other foundation-building techniques.

The stronger the soul, the stronger the resistance to spiritual energy, and the longer it can live. "

As he spoke, Wu Yan rubbed the bracelet on his left hand. A burst of green smoke drifted past, and a yellowed book appeared in his hand, which he handed directly to Song Boyu.

Song Boyu accepted it solemnly, and did not look through it immediately, but said:
"Grandpa, this booklet you gave me is so timely. A few days ago, I encountered a baby monster in the secret room. If it hadn't been for the puppet you gave me, I would have been dead. When the monster screamed, I felt Just like the separation of body and soul, a strong soul is too important."

Wu Yan sighed: "It would be great if I could save your life. Unfortunately, once this kind of puppet is broken, it is useless to give you a new one. This is also a price, although it is relatively small. In the world of cultivation, there is a price everywhere. .”

Wu Yan sighed and then asked: "But Boyu, how did you kill the evil monster? This kind of thing is extremely difficult to deal with. Even if I encounter it, it will take a lot of effort."

Song Boyu thought for a while and decided to mix the truth and lies. He smiled naively: "I originally practiced "Tongzi Kung", and then I got the strong and yang Kung Fu from Wuling Manor, so I wanted to combine the two. The combination finally creates this essence.”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and transferred the essence to the palm of his right hand, and golden essence surged.

Wu Yan stared at the golden essence for a while, then reached out to touch it, and thought for a while:
"It turns out that the power of pure yang is the power to destroy evil.

Just like the blood of a black dog and the urine of a boy can ward off evil spirits, the fierce childish yang energy cultivated by you, a boy, is simply poisonous to such evil spirits.

In addition, you have learned the sword light, and it is indeed possible to kill it with the pure Yang sword light. "

When Song Boyu saw that the other party was thinking of the sword glow, he didn't say anything more. Spiral Qi Jin was his trump card. He should say as little as possible.

Wu Yan seemed to have thought of something. He closed his eyes and opened them after a while: "Boyu, please tell me in detail what happened to you. Don't miss any details. I suspect there is something strange in it." !”

Song Boyu was overjoyed and thought to himself: I just want to bring the topic here!
Otherwise, how can we "guess" the cause of death of our parents, the red corpse, and the evil cultivator with a ghost face?

He wanted to kill the ghost-faced evil cultivator and take revenge, but it was too difficult to do it on his own.

(End of this chapter)