Fantasy: Sign In For A Thousand Years At The Start

Chapter 7 The Death of Yan Old

Chapter Seven The Death of Yan Lao

Song Wudao guessed right, Yan Lao is indeed at the end of his life.

In fact, after a few years, he will always have some contact with Yan Lao, so he clearly feels that Yan Lao’s body is getting weaker and weaker.

He knew that this was the root cause of the disease when Yan Lao blocked the evil spirits and was severely injured.

It’s just that Yan’s injury has already reached this point?

“Song Wudao.”

Old Yan heard the footsteps at the door, so he said.

Immediately his thoughts diverged, and his injuries made it difficult to concentrate.

Think about it, it has been many years since Song Wudao came here, and he has grown from a boy to a young man.

Over the years, because of his injuries, he didn’t spend most of the time on Song Wudao.

But with the remaining contact, he could still feel Song Wudao’s steady and introverted character, as well as his persistence in cultivation.

Even though his talent was poor, Song Wudao still insisted on practicing.

It’s just… it’s still the low-level Realm of Kaiyuan Third Stage.

Old Yan sighed in his heart.

He has never been glorious in his military mountain line, but now…

Ugh.

“Lao Yan, you–” Song Wudao said when he came to Yan Lao.

“I’m dying.”

Old Yan said directly, unspeakably lonely in his tone.

A sense of grief arose in Song Wu’s Dao heart. People are not grass and trees, who can be ruthless, and Yan Lao is a rare and familiar person in this huge Tianhe Sect.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say some comforting words, but Yan Lao waved his hand: “Everyone has his own fate, so don’t say much.”

“Sit down.”

Old Yan pointed to the side, his eyes gradually showing memories.

“I think I have passed on for thousands of years, but it has finally fallen into decline.”

“The previous disaster made me the only one who was struggling to support the Refining Mountain, and even the inheritance was lost.”

Having said this, Old Yan sighed, his eyes fell on Song Wudao.

“Now even I have to go.”

“After I leave, you have to continue the inheritance of Refining Mountain.” “This is our Taiwei casting technique in Refining Mountain. The Cultivation Technique is divided into three stages and nine ranks. This casting technique belongs to the third stage. The ninth rank of the Second Realm is a rare high-rank Cultivation Technique.”

“I was afraid that you didn’t understand, I taught you with my own hands, but I didn’t think that my injury was so serious, I was afraid that I would have no chance.” As he said, Old Yan took the slightly yellowed book from the side.

“Lao Yan——” Song Wudao looked at Yan Lao’s increasingly declining face, but he didn’t say anything in the end.

He didn’t expect that before the other party died, he would actually entrust the inheritance to himself. On the face of it, he was not only a very low Realm, but also a blind little cultivator. I am afraid that in this Tianhe Sect, just looking for a disciple will not be worse than him.

“Don’t think too much.” Yan Lao said.

“If there is no one in the Refining Mountain now, I would not choose you. Although you are not endowed, you have been here for a few years. The foundation of the association will be.”

“This will facilitate the inheritance of Lianbingshan’s lineage.”

“Okay, take the inheritance and go to Insight. The text in the book is specially made. Even if you can’t see it, you can read it with a little effort. I have also commented on the difficulties in the book.”

“That’s all I can help you, go.”

Old Yan didn’t want people to see his embarrassed appearance and told him to leave.

Song Wudao was quiet, and then said:

“Thank you Yan Lao, then I will leave.”

Song Wudao got up, when Yan Lao’s voice came again, explaining some trivial matters.

“After I die, remember to bury me.””After Refining Soldier Mountain, it will be maintained by you.”

“It may be a little bit difficult, but Sect will be paid out every month.”

Old Yan seemed to be very unwilling to give up on Lianbing Mountain, who had been worrying about him all his life. Song Wudao had to stop temporarily as he talked more and more.

“The caster room on the west side was exhausted once. You must remember to maintain it on time. These things are in the book I gave you.”

“The casting room in the south has a lot of mineral deposits. After you learn how to forge soldiers, remember to go there to find materials. There are a lot of materials.”

“East…”

Song Wudao listened patiently and wrote down these things one by one. While speaking, Yan old seemed to think of something.

“Oh, people are getting old, and their memory is so bad.”

He frowned and looked at Xian Song Wudao, his face serious:

“Finally, I will tell you something very important at first sight.”

“You have to listen carefully, it’s your life.”

Song Wu’s curiosity arose in Dao’s heart, and Yan Lao’s voice came.

“Remember, although you are taking care of the Refining Mountain now, you must never enter the forbidden area behind the Refining Mountain!”

“In that forbidden area, if there is no Cultivation Base, there will only be dead words to enter.”

“Your Cultivation Base Kaiyuan Third Stage, your talent is extremely poor, and it will be impossible for you to have anything to do with it in your life.”

“So don’t break in without permission, you will lose your life for nothing!”

Song Wudao nodded. His strength was hidden by himself. Old Yan mistakenly thought that own Realm was Kaiyuan Third Stage, so he solemnly told him. In fact, he is no longer what he used to be, and his situational talent is far more than before.

Suddenly a certain segment flashed through his mind.

Song Wudao, who had been in Lianbing Mountain for several years, had already tried every place where he could sign, except for one place.

It seems that as Old Yan said, there is indeed the back mountain of Refining Soldier Mountain. Every time Song Wudao approaches, he will feel like a glow on his back, stinging his skin. .

From the Tao Yun shrouded there, he could feel a kind of extreme sharpness, subtle and mysterious, which made him afraid to approach.

Where is the forbidden land that Yan Lao said?

It should be, if it is not there, there is no other place to match it.

“Buried the secret of Lianbing Mountain?”

“Or what?”

After seeing the forbidden land, he gave birth to curious Song Wudao, once again attracted by the forbidden land.

There must be something important in such a mysterious place, I don’t know what I can get by signing in in the forbidden area.

Song Wudao thought, he naturally didn’t ask these words in front of Old Yan. He knew that even if he asked, Old Yan couldn’t tell him anything.

What’s more, Yan Lao may not know the specific situation.

“All right.”

“As people grow old, they talk a lot.”

“you can go now.”

Old Yan seemed a little lonely.

When the voice came, Song Wudao understood that his own matter was over. Yan Lao asked him to come here, just to tell him about the inheritance and Refining Mountain. It is useless for him to stay here, and Yan Lao also told him to leave.

So Song Wudao bowed his cupped hands and turned away again.

…

In an instant, three days later, Yan Lao died at home.

But because Yan Lao was lonely and there was no one beside him except Song Wudao, Song Wudao did his best to organize a funeral for Yan Lao hastily.

In the Tianhe Sect, people are still very busy. It seems that because of the complete decline of the Refining Mountain line, no one has said anything about the fall of the last Refining Division, Sect.

The Mountain of Refining Soldiers also seems to be forgotten by people.

Song Wudao didn’t care, he was so happy that no one interrupted him.

So that’s it, time has come five years later.