Mortal's journey to immortality

Twenty days later, Wang Lu and Song Fengyu returned to Tianhai City like lightning, leaving their corresponding contact information and saying goodbye.

Song Fengyu told Wang Lu that it would take at least twenty years to perfectly "integrate unknown grade and unknown" fragments into the Six-Star Gongyue Blade. If something unexpected happened in the middle, the time would have to climb upwards. As for how long, Even he is hard to estimate.

Before leaving, he joked and asked him to keep his heart in his stomach.

On the one hand, there will be no random attempts on his magic weapon; on the other hand, seeing the Seven Blades again will definitely give him a big surprise.

And, it’s not a shock.

This made Wang Lu almost laugh out loud.

When Song Fengyu left, he returned to a sleepy state as if he hadn't woken up, and he didn't tell Wang Lu where he was going to refine the six-star Gongyue Blade again.

In fact, trusting him with the magic weapon of your life is actually a kind of risk. Song Fengyu seemed to care deeply about him, but as the saying goes, people's hearts are separated from each other.

Wang Lu was not very sure about his true thoughts.

If Song Fengyu destroys the Six-Star Gongyue Blade, of course, he will be seriously injured. However, once he recovers, people from all over the world will tell him how to write the word "death".

However, Wang Lu always believed that Song Fengyu helped him reforge the magic weapon. Two reasons made him feel more at ease.

First, as he said, in the future he will be a huge and indispensable help for him to launch something major. He will never do anything that will harm his royal path, and will only try to make good friends as much as possible. Destiny, bury the seed of "destiny" deeply and plant it well, so that "auspicious flowers" will bloom and "karma fruits" will be produced in the future.

The most important point is that literature is not the first, and military is not the second.

He admired his senior brother Tian Yidong immensely, but the flames of war were burning in his heart, and he wanted to challenge Tian Yidong from the air by reforging the six-star arched moon blade.

What kind of proud man is not an aloof person who relies on his talent and arrogance and will never allow others to climb on his head? He wants to prove that if Tian Yidong can do it, he can do the same, and even surpass him.

Why Wang Lu was very proud of Song Fengyu was because he was the same person.

It's okay to lose, but you have to give it a try before you can judge success or failure.

He saw in Song Fengyu's eyes a look of excitement that was eager to compete with Tian Yidong.

At this point, I confidently handed over the magic weapon of my destiny to him.

Oh, I wonder if it was luck, but by chance, the unintentional Hui Shi and his party met Song Fengyu, an incredibly powerful and equally mysterious and weird weapon wizard.

Although he is not old, his tone is not young, and he still wants to challenge his senior brother Tian Yidong's unparalleled talent.

Hehe, people, only when you have experienced it yourself and hit your head with blood will you understand that they seem to be almost the same, but in fact, they are like a chasm.

Turning around and thinking, maybe I guessed wrong?

With a happy mood, Wang Lu quickly walked towards Yinluan Xuan.

When they arrived at Yinluan Pavilion, they saw Yin Bai13 looking around, as if he was looking for something. Wang Lu had already transformed his appearance into "Qiu Qingrong" and went straight to him, knowingly asked and said with a smile: "Is there any spare secret room on the second floor?"

"what?!"

Inadvertently, the person he was waiting for suddenly appeared in front of him. Yin 113 couldn't help but hide his joy, but he hid it well. He bowed and replied calmly: "Senior, I am here to make you shine. Junior, here I am. arrange."

"Please."

The two went up the stairs to the second floor and came to a silver room with "No. A 65" written on it.

With the Yin One Hundred and Thirteen Techniques, the door opened automatically. He quickly entered and stood respectfully behind Yin Jiu, who seemed to have been waiting for a long time, motionless.

There was not only the smiling Yinjiu in the room, but also a young man wearing a dark gray coat with wide cuffs and a deep right hem. His face was as pale as a terminal illness and his features were beautiful, looking at him intently.

There was no exploration or curiosity in his eyes, and he stared as calmly as water.

A very contrasting, strong yet light herbal smell emanated from his body.

Wang Lu felt a shiver in his heart. This person's cultivation was like looking at flowers in the fog, specious and not true. No matter how powerful his spiritual sense was, he couldn't see through it.

However, he believes that it is definitely not too high. If it is too high, no matter how restrained it is, there will naturally be a sense of oppression. This person is at most in the late Golden Core stage.

An exquisite and very rare purple jade and sandalwood teapot is placed on an antique long table. Three thousand-year-old amber jade cups as white as snow emit a hazy and hazy light, which are quite precious.

"Where is the disciple?"

Yinjiu suddenly smiled and asked.

Time seemed to have stopped for several breaths. Wang Lu's eyes blurred, and he saw Yin 113, his whole body trembling slightly and his legs flying like flying, kneeling in front of the majestic Yin Jiu. With tears in his eyes, he gave his head to the ground hard. He kowtowed and shouted excitedly: "Master is here, disciple is here."

He was taken in by Yinjiu since he was a child in a place where all three religions were mixed. He taught him how to cultivate immortality with his own hands, and took him to Yinluan Xuan. He taught him carefully as if he were a direct disciple. He never accepted him as his disciple. He still worked respectfully and personally, without saying a word. .

This was a scene he had dreamed of countless times. Unexpectedly, it suddenly came to him today, and he was so surprised and grateful that it was beyond words.

"Haha, in front of your Senior Qiu and Uncle Zhang, I officially accept you as my disciple. In recent decades, I can only rest assured because of your arrangements. Okay, get up, we cultivators don't need this." There are so many red tapes, and you have to be informal about them, so that you can have no distracting thoughts and be calm. Otherwise, how can you cross the layers of barriers and reach the upper realm."

Yinjiu lifted it up slightly, and Yin131 stood up unconsciously with slightly red eyes.

Yinjiu's words moved Wang Lu a little.

He was so rough and rough, but he had such extraordinary insights, and he was immediately impressed by him.

However, there is a deep meaning in why he accepted a disciple in front of him at this time.

I frowned and thought about it, and my heart became clear.

Yinjiu smiled cheerfully and said, "Silly disciple, I have already said that you should not be secretive in your life. No, you have already recognized your Uncle Zhang and Senior Qiu, so why don't you kowtow quickly?"

Sure enough, the weasel had no good intentions in paying New Year greetings to the rooster.

I don't know, the opening fee must be some amount, and even with his past generosity, it can't be shabby.

Yinjiu is real and cunning like a fox!

At the same time, Yin Jiu clearly recruited direct disciples in front of him, so he regarded him as a fellow traveler "in the same boat" who had been through thick and thin together.

This is the point!