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

Chapter 147 146. Wu Xiang Gu Zu, a wedding banquet (8.1K words - big chapter, please subscribe)

On the top of the snowy mountain, Song Yan held the Wu Xiang mask in his hand. Even though his divine sense had already explored it clearly, he still didn't dare to wear this kind of mask treasure easily, so he spent some time going to the edge of the evil land, trying to find a suitable person to help him try the mask.

He would always do anything that could reduce the risk by time.

On this day, after a light snow, some mortal villages were faintly visible in the distance. The snow-covered autumn straw haystacks were so short that only one person's height remained. They were located in the golden warm sunshine, showing a warm color.

There were children chasing and playing around the haystacks, with red faces, throwing snowballs, and giggling laughter coming from afar

This scene made Song Yan suddenly calm down, and he felt an inexplicable sense of relief in his heart, and a happy smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

But then he couldn't help but wonder, how could there be a mortal village here?

After a little thought, he suddenly realized that he had already crossed the entire evil land and the mountains and arrived at the other side of the Ghost Demon Gate.

This is a place called "Nanhua City".

"Nanhua City" may sound strange, but if you say that this is where the Southern Sect of the "Qianhe Sect" was built, it will be much more familiar.

Qianhe Sect is the national defense sect of Chu State. The Northern Sect is in the imperial capital. Even if the Southern Sect is just trying to build, it will only be located in a large city of Chu State on a mysterious vein.

This city is Nanhua City.

He came here unknowingly.

Song Yan shook his head. He didn't think there was "someone suitable to help him test the faceless mask" in this place.

But holding the mood of just in case, he still released his consciousness and began to look for it while walking.

In a dark little forest.

The three demon cultivators looked at the distant city through the trees and communicated quickly.

"The Qianhe Sect wants to establish a sect here, but have they asked us?"

"Although our Demon Cultivation Alliance is powerful, we cannot let the Qianhe Sect become a force to be reckoned with!"

"I heard that the ancestor of the Ghost Demon Sect is very generous now, and anyone who does something will be rewarded. Why don't we ambush near Nanhua City and see if we can catch any of the kids who are out alone, and then go back and interrogate them about the situation in the city, which will be a great achievement."

"Okay, great, this is actually not difficult to do, and someone will do it sooner or later, but if we do it first, we will definitely be rewarded, hehehe"

"Then please cheer up and see which unlucky guy will come out in the near future. If not, catch a beautiful furnace first"

The voice was not finished, but it could not continue.

Just because a man in a black robe suddenly appeared in front of the three demon cultivators.

The man was wrapped in a cloak covering his face, and as soon as he appeared, the three of them could not breathe or move, as if they were frozen.

But it was not the severe cold that froze them, but a shudder from the soul.

The terrifying might had surpassed the king for them, like a demon god.

The demon god threw out a mask.

The demon cultivator on the opposite side almost caught it subconsciously.

The demon god said lightly: "Put it on."

The demon cultivator did not dare, but the demon god's words seemed to have magic power, he did not dare to disobey, and even did not dare to say a few words to beg for mercy.

Fear and awe had made him lose the ability to speak.

The demon cultivator's mind was blank, but his hands obeyed the demon god's words and put on the mask honestly.

After a few breaths, he was fine.

Song Yan said: "Try it."

The demon cultivator hurriedly began to try.

In a moment, his face changed as he wished, sometimes male, sometimes female, and sometimes into another appearance. Although his body shape did not change, although his realm and aura did not change, but the change of his face appearance was so changeable that even Song Yan could not see any flaws.

In other words, if this demon cultivator really transformed into a woman's face in front of him, he would never find out that this face was fake unless he got in front of her and carefully explored the face with his hands and spiritual sense.

Song Yan said: "What else?"

The demon cultivator panted for a long time before saying: "There are many skills."

Song Yan said: "What else?"

The demon cultivator shook his head.

Song Yan waited for a while, took off the Wuxiang mask from the demon cultivator's face, and tried it on the other two. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he split the sword into three strands, and the bone-eroding sword energy was activated instantly, turning the three people into three pools of rotten water, and then slowly put the Wuxiang mask on his face.

After a little trial, he found that his face changed as he wished, which was much more advanced than the illusion of the multi-tailed fox tribe.

Although the body shape could not be changed and the breath could not be restrained, it was extremely difficult to detect the face once it changed.

The demon cultivator he just killed was only at the Lianxuan level, but after putting on the Wuxiang mask to change his appearance, even though he was at the Zifu realm, he couldn't see that there was something wrong with that person's face.

This was really scary, and he really deserved the word "Wuxiang".

And for him, this was also an extremely "match". Although it couldn't completely replace "illusion", it was safer and more reliable than "illusion", and even a powerful person couldn't see through it.

In addition, this mask actually hid a small soul world, which was like a high tower in a library.

Song Yan looked at it quickly and found that although the spells were not massive, they were also very numerous, no less than the collection of books in a sect. The most important point was that "the upper limit of the spells here is quite high".

Lianxuan and Jianggong have them.

Zifu has them in the early, middle and late stages.

Even Shenying has them.

It can be said that with this mask, Song Yan has everything he needs in terms of skills, and can practice all the way to the Divine Infant Realm.

He came to the bookshelf of the early Purple Mansion and quickly flipped out three volumes of spells.

The first volume is "Star Finger".

The second volume is "Heaven Shaking Hand".

The third volume is "Mountain and River Bow".

Each of these three volumes is quite mysterious, and they all use the power of the early Purple Mansion.

Song Yan quickly scanned them.

"Star Finger" makes the killing thoughts no longer dull and no longer so easy to be dodged. And when practiced to the highest level, it can also make the killing thoughts form a faint formation between each other, which has the effect of trapping people. Every time it is used, the opponent's foothold will be reduced by one circle. Want to escape? No way.

If Zhang Han knew this spell at the beginning, Song Yan would have no hope of counterattack at all, because he would be trapped when Zhang Han made his first move and could never get close again.

The Heaven Shaking Hand allows the practitioner to burst out with a killing intent far beyond the ordinary in a short period of time, and condense the killing intent into one place, falling from the sky, with extremely amazing power.

If we compare it with the Blood Hand that Song Yan learned from the Ghost Infant Sutra. The Blood Hand is like a "chicken claw", while the Heaven Shaking Hand is like a "bear paw".

The Mountain and River Bow is a Purple Mansion early stage spell specifically for "sitting in the mysterious heart". As the name suggests, the Mountain and River Bow uses the mountains and rivers as a bow and the killing intent as an arrow. Once such a bow and arrow are pulled, both the range and power are extremely terrifying.

However, sitting in the mysterious heart is a prerequisite. Because only when you sit in the mysterious heart and use the power of the mountains and rivers can you perform this spell.

Song Yan felt joy in his heart.

These three spells really made up for his dilemma of "entering the Purple Mansion, but having no way to do anything".

He looked up at the Purple Mansion mid-stage spell bookshelf, but found a barrier between them.

After a little thought, he understood.

If you don't reach that level, you are not allowed to look at it.

This is also the measure taken by the ancestors of the Wuxiang Clan to prevent the younger generation from being too ambitious and going astray.

But as Song Yan retracted his gaze, he suddenly discovered another strange place.

There seemed to be a vague mist on the top of the bookshelf in the early stage of the Purple Mansion.

In the mist, there was a volume of books lying quietly.

The name was not clear, but judging from the appearance and placement, it was probably above "Star Finger", "Heaven Shaking Hand" and "Mountain and River Bow".

He looked towards the direction of the Crimson Palace Realm and found that there was such a special position on all the bookshelves, and there were even two or three books behind some of the mist.

He thought for a moment and quickly raised his hand to grab it.

But as soon as he touched the mist, the mist was like an oil pan meeting fire, and it instantly spread across the prairie, invading from the original quiet floating to rolling up, and a sesame-sized golden light spot was formed between the rising and falling.

Song Yan had some memories of this golden light spot. After he killed Grandma Zhu, this light spot also emerged from Grandma Zhu's body.

As the memory passed, the light spot expanded rapidly again, and like a magic trick, it turned into a kind-looking white-haired old man.

And the volumes of books also disappeared.

Song Yan looked at the white-haired old man.

The old man was also looking at him.

Suddenly, Song Yan bowed respectfully and said, "Junior Tang Fan, meet the senior. I wonder if the senior is the ancestor of my Wuxiang clan?"

The old man looked at him, his charitable expression disappeared, and he frowned and said, "If you are really my junior, how could you not have the innate inheritance of my clan? How could you not be able to touch this top-level secret technique and wake me up?"

Song Yan looked at this old thing, and he had some guesses in his heart. He was afraid that he was not a strong man among the seniors of Tang Fan in the Wuxiang ancient clan. Before the deadline, he cooperated with the secret technique to lock his thoughts into the Wuxiang mask to guide the juniors and become a "portable grandfather".

However, he was not panicked at all. He sighed and said with shame: "I was robbed by thieves. I am ashamed of my ancestors."

The old man was stunned for a moment and said: "Tell me in detail."

The more he said, the more mistakes he made. Song Yan naturally couldn't say anything complicated. He just said that foxes and wolves were in chaos in the south of Chu State, and he had to go south to avoid disaster. In the process of avoiding disaster, he fell in love with a girl named Xing'er, and was taken to a place by Xing'er for a date, and then suddenly fell into a coma. When he woke up again, he found that he had lost the innate inheritance of the Wuxiang clan.

The old man said with a gloomy face: "What sect is Xing'er from?"

Song Yan was silent for a while, and said: "Ancestor, although Miss Xing'er is a demon cultivator of the Ghost Demon Sect, she is definitely not a bad person. She will not harm me. What's more, after I woke up, I found that Xing'er was also unconscious, and there were even signs of soul search. If she hadn't been lucky, she would have gone crazy by now."

He was quite excited in his words.

The old man lowered his eyes, his expression was unpredictable. He was silent for a long time, sighed, and said: "Just like your father."

Since he talked about "Tang Fan's father", Song Yan began to talk about his memories.

He would not know these memories, but there was nothing he could do about a crazy man and a resentful woman in the prison, so Xing'er had known many of Tang Fan's childhood memories during the chat.

And these memories have now become Song Yan's topic of conversation.

At the end of the chat, he sighed: "My parents suddenly disappeared that year, and I moved with the villagers. It has been many years, but I don't know where my parents are."

The old man said: "Then where did you find this mask?"

Song Yan naturally made preparations and said that he went back to search and found it in the evil land after the earthquake. After that, he excitedly asked about the news of his parents.

The old man said: "My Wuxiang Clan only allows marriages of the same clan, but your father fell in love with a woman from a foreign race, and then went away to a foreign country, hiding his name. Fortunately, they gave birth to you, and you still have the innate inheritance of my Wuxiang Clan. .

Your father didn't want to make progress, and then he was coveted by a personal servant of the Wuxiang clan, who plotted a sneak attack. The final result was that your father and mother died in the hands of that servant. But after he succeeded, the servant was accidentally killed by your father.

Your father was supposed to be in the Wuxiang Clan, but he ended up here because of a woman.

Unexpectedly, you are like this too.

Heaven is long, why did my lineage, Feng Chengzi, end like this?

Why? Why? I am really upset! "

Song Yan lowered his head and murmured, "So that's how it is." But immediately he clenched his fists, raised his head and looked at the ancestor of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan who called himself Feng Chengzi, and thought: "Even if I don't have innate inheritance, I, Tang Fan, can still achieve great things." Avenue!”

Feng Chengzi stroked his white beard and looked at him quietly.

Song Yan's eyes were full of determination and vigor, the vigor of a young man who was fearless.

a long time

Feng Chengzi said: "Okay!"

Then he said: "Although cultivating the Xuan depends on chance and talent, it also depends on personal efforts and character. You have gone through hardships and although you have lost your talent, you have gained your character. Maybe you can really find a path that our Wuxiang Ancient Clan has never seen before." The path traveled.”

Song Yan clenched his fist and said, "What I have lost, I will definitely get back with my own hands!"

Feng Chengzi showed a happy smile and praised three times: "Okay, okay!"

After praising it, he added: "Good boy, I will now teach you the secret technique to refine the mask. Make it connect with your soul, manifest it with one thought, and withdraw it with one thought. This will also prevent you from being coveted by people with evil intentions."

Song Yan said respectfully: "Old ancestor, please speak, and the younger generation will listen attentively."

After a moment, a secret technique was introduced into Song Yan's mind.

This secret technique may not be directly displayed on the panel because it is just a "special refining method for the phaseless mask".

Feng Chengzi nodded and said: "Good boy, please refine it. The key method is to separate the soul and touch the core of the Soul Book Pavilion here, so that it can be incorporated into your soul."

Song Yan nodded.

He closed his eyes for a moment and said silently: 'Use this secret technique to refine the formless mask. ’

[Your soul entered the phaseless mask, and under the guidance of the thoughts of the divine infant of the ancient human race, it entered the core of the phaseless mask. When you are about to touch the core place, the thought of the ancient human race's divine infant suppresses you. You begin to transform into a formless mask slave and return your lifespan]

Song Yan opened his eyes and glanced at the amiable Feng Chengzi next to him.

The old man was neither impatient nor urging, but just showed a kind of expectation for the younger generation.

Song Yan couldn't help but thought to herself: 'Old man, your acting skills are really superb, I didn't see any flaws in it. ’

Seeing his hesitation, Feng Chengzi encouraged him: "Good boy, don't be nervous. Think again about the steps I taught you. If something goes wrong, I am still here and will not let you fail."

Song Yan thought for a moment, then suddenly had an idea. He continued to close his eyes and recited silently again: 'Use this secret technique, together with the Ten Thousand Soul Flags, to refine the formless mask. ’

In an instant, new information emerged.

[You waved the Ten Thousand Souls Flag, and more than two hundred thousand evil ghosts followed the secret technique and entered the formless mask. You blended in and easily reached the core place and touched it. But you have not been able to refine the formless mask because of this, because the core place is not here. The thought of the divine baby from the ancient human tribe was dashing left and right among the evil spirits. Although it was hindered, it still arrived at your side very quickly because it was always near the core place designated by him. He caught you and subdued you. You begin to transform into a formless mask slave and return your lifespan]

Song Yan:.

As expected of an old man.

Even if there is only one thought, it is difficult to hear the truth!

The traps are one after another.

He kept trying.

[You wave the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and more than 200,000 evil ghosts follow the secret technique and enter the phaseless mask. You mix in among them and take advantage of the chaos to start exploring the real core place. You failed.]

【You failed again】

【You failed again.】

After failing a total of thirteen times, the result finally changed.

[You succeeded, you found the true core place, and you have completely refined the formless mask. Although the divine infant thought of the ancient human race cannot be refined by you, it cannot cause any harm to you]

Feng Chengzi was still encouraging him.

"Good boy, you are my descendant from Tang Fengcheng. After refining the Wuxiang Mask, you and I will work together to regain what you lost and return to the Wuxiang Clan together."

Song Yan nodded and said, "Okay, I will work hard."

Feng Chengzi smiled happily and nodded frequently.

In the next moment, Song Yan raised his hand and scattered the "One Pulse Without Trace Formation" around him.

Although this formation is "outdated", it is still very useful in "obstructing the line of sight".

The Ten Thousand Soul Banner is so powerful that even if he tries his best to control it, it will definitely cause trouble.

But with this formation, it will be much better.

In an instant, an invisible barrier rose up, separating everything within it.

In the next moment, he grabbed his right hand in the void and pulled out a flag that exuded evil black smoke. He waved it in the wind. The flag gradually rose up, turned into a length of ten feet, and fell to the ground.

The ghost howl suddenly sounded, and wisps of twisted and elongated evil spirits flew out from the flags, densely packed like black crucian carp crossing the river, with thick smoke billowing like wolf smoke, and the traceless formation suddenly disappeared from the sky.

Song Yan raised his hand and pointed at the phaseless mask.

Whoosh whoosh!

Whoosh whoosh!

Countless evil ghosts obeyed the order and crazily burrowed into the formless mask.

Feng Chengzi was waiting for Song Yan to come in. When he saw the first soul entering, he felt happy for a moment, but the joy didn't even last a moment before he froze and felt cold.

Evil spirits appeared in front of him overwhelmingly, like a raging tsunami.

Song Yan naturally followed the ghost tide and went straight to the correct refining location without any hesitation.

When Feng Chengzi saw the ghost tide, he didn't know that the other side was not performing anymore, and he said angrily: "It is harmful to the world, and the world will not tolerate it! Since you, the devil, know so clearly about Xiaofan's affairs, I am afraid that Xiaofan would have suffered a long time ago. Unexpected! Today, with me here, you can’t even try to refine the formless mask!”

After saying that, the white-haired old man quickly moved towards the "fake core" he called.

When he reached the "fake core", he tried hard to protect it and repel the attacking evil spirits one by one, as if he was afraid that Song Yan would come.

Until then, he was still fishing.

But Song Yan had already reached the correct "true core".

Within a moment, this formless mask was truly integrated into his soul.

This kind of ancient inheritance that contains the idea of ​​a divine infant is obviously something special. This is the first time Song Yan has seen such a method hidden in the divine soul.

He stood in the Soul Book Pavilion without a mask, waved his hand, and took back the evil ghost in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. Then he looked at the white-haired old man in the distance with a smile, and gave a slight salute: "Junior Zhang Han, I have seen the wind." Senior Chengzi.”

The white-haired old man looked at him coldly.

At this moment, he already understood that the phaseless mask that belonged to his lineage had really changed hands.

This kind of thing has never happened in the history of Wuxiang Clan!

A feeling of "strange shame and great humiliation" still emerged from his thoughts.

If it weren't for his idea of ​​"teaching the younger generation" and being unable to kill people, he would have smashed the evil thief in front of him into thousands of pieces and scattered his bones into ashes.

He snorted coldly and said: "You can see the spells outside, but don't even think about touching the core secrets!!

You evil thief, my eyes will be stained if I look at you again!

I don't care, go and take a nap. When you wake up, you, the evil thief, will probably have died miserably.

When the next person who picks up the Wuxiang Mask appears, I can just have a chat with him. "

With that said, Feng Chengzi was about to disappear.

But he suddenly paused again.

Because Song Yan's light words retained him.

Song Yan said: "Tang Fan is not dead. I will take you to meet him."

Feng Chengzi sneered: "Do you think I will believe it?

As for creating a fake Xiaofan, you are overthinking it.

Every time a person from the Wuxiang clan is born, his parents will awaken the ancestors in the mask, so that the ancestors can remember the breath of the younger generation.

Even after many years, as long as the name and aura match, it is still correct and passed down. "

Song Yan smiled and said: "Junior is absolutely telling no lies. Besides, it won't take long anyway. Don't you think so, senior?"

Feng Chengzi was silent for a long time, then suddenly said: "If Xiaofan is alive, you will definitely threaten me with him.

I'll pass on the secret technique to you and teach you how to practice it, but you still won't be able to keep Xiaofan in the future.

Do you think I am an ignorant person who would make such a deal with you? "

Song Yan said: "I really can't guarantee whether Tang Fan can survive, because he has been involved in a bigger incident.

But I promise that I will let him sow an heir before he leaves.

After that, even in that incident, I will try my best to protect him. "

Feng Chengzi said: "What bigger event?"

Song Yan said: "The soul of the king is at the threshold."

Feng Chengzi asked curiously: "The Prince's Soul Threshold, what kind of Soul Threshold is this?"

Song Yan told everything about the "King-King Tiger Clan" one by one. After Feng Chengzi heard this, his expression changed drastically. He said sternly: "As long as you can prevent Xiaofan from going, I will make a deal with you.

Although I don't know how dangerous a place like this is, the upper limit of the danger is too great and unpredictable.

Not to mention Xiaofan, even if the devil like you is gone, there is little chance of survival!

How do you protect him? !

How could you possibly protect him? ?

If you take Xiaofan and escape, I will help you! "

Song Yan said: "I would have run if I could, but I just can't."

Feng Chengzi was silent again.

After a long time, he said: "After you let me see Xiaofan, I let go of the secret technique that corresponds to your current state, and you find a way to let Xiaofan have an heir. After that, try your best to protect him in the soul of the king." .

If Xiaofan leaves the Soul Throne of the King of Misfortune alive, I will give you all the subsequent secret techniques one by one, and you will be able to watch them when you reach your realm.

By then, with Xiaofan in hand, you don’t have to worry about me breaking my promise.

Apart from that, I don’t believe you. Now that you have become the owner of the Phaseless Mask, external permissions have been opened.

From now on, when you open the permissions, I will watch you and your surroundings with my own eyes to prevent you from cheating again.

Isn't this too much? "

Song Yan smiled and said, "It's not too much."

As soon as he thought, the scenery outside fell into Feng Chengzi's eyes.

In winter, there is snow, and the forest is white.

The Ten Thousand Souls Flag has been put away, and several pools of rotting water have been submerged in the mud.

The setting sun fell from between the tall trees, illuminating the snowy ground in a brilliant red.

Song Yan ignored the old man in the mask, put on his hood again, glanced in the direction of Nanhua City, and was suddenly stunned.

Because on the city wall in the distance, flying swords suddenly flew out. A line of flying swords flew up like cranes in the clouds, reflecting the twilight glow, and there was a bit of ethereal fairy aura. The leader was Fang Qingmeng.

Behind Fang Qing's dream was Li Huai.

The two stood together with a flying sword.

Li Huai was extremely nervous and stood still behind the flying sword.

At this moment, a carriage suddenly came out of the city gate and stopped under the flying sword. The curtain was lifted and several people familiar to Song Yan jumped out.

Xiaohuan, Shuangyun, and three children

They all waved to the sky, smiling and expectant.

Li Huai, who was nervous, seemed to have felt something in his heart, and he also lowered his head and waved to the bottom.

Song Yan stood in the distance, silently watching their smiles, and smiled along with them, muttering in his heart: "Goodbye."

Feng Chengzi naturally saw what he saw.

Just when Feng Chengzi thought that this demon would rush over to kill people, Song Yan suddenly turned around and went back to the direction of the evil land.

He wanted to pass through the evil land and return to the ghost evil gate.

Feng Chengzi asked in confusion: "Zhang Han, what are you doing here? Are you here to attack the city and serve as a scout? But that doesn't seem like it. You should be able to kill those little guys who left the city with just a wave of your hand. Is there a strong man in the city?"

Song Yan said: "You should wait and see what happens to Fanzi."

More than half a month later.

Ghost Demon Gate.

Heavenly Prison.

"Stop! What are you doing?"

"The ancestor just returned. He said that you are very important to him. Xing'er wants to save you, and the consequences are very serious. So, of course, she must be killed to set an example."

"Ancestor? Which ancestor? Zhang Han?"

"How dare you! Do you think you can call the ancestor by his name?!"

"Hehehe. I want to see him." Tang Fan laughed angrily. Seeing that the demon cultivator outside the cage was indifferent, he said sternly, "Otherwise, I will not do anything, and I will make your soul fly away!"

The demon cultivator said, "What do you want to do?"

Tang Fan said, "Although my realm has fallen and I can't escape. But if I don't want to live, there is still a way to do it. Guess, if something happens to me, will the ancestor you mentioned peel your skin and pull out your tendons?"

The demon cultivator was stunned for a moment, and his expression changed several times. It was obvious that he began to panic.

Tang Fan looked at Xing'er who was being dragged, and said coldly, "Why don't you put her down? Then. I want to see Zhang Han!"

The demon cultivator rolled his eyes and waved his hands hurriedly.

Xing'er was pushed back into the cage, stumbling to Tang Fan's side, silently shedding tears.

Tang Fan raised his hand, protected her shoulders, and said gently: "It's okay, it's okay."

The demon cultivator outside the prison hurried away to report.

A moment later.

Tang Fan, who was dirty all over, was shackled and came to a luxurious warm room, but saw the vicious black-robed man sitting in the middle with his legs apart. A beautiful young lady sat on one side, and he opened his mouth from time to time to let the young lady feed him fruit.

As if noticing his entry, the vicious black-robed man moved his eyes, looked at him, and asked with a smile: "Xiao Tang, are you not used to staying in the prison?"

Tang Fan said coldly: "Release Xing'er."

Song Yan was silent.

Tang Fan said, "Xing'er is just a nobody to you, you can kill or not, let her go."

Song Yan raised his hand and waved, saying, "Come to me."

Tang Fan snorted coldly, but still followed his words and stepped forward.

When he stood in front of Song Yan, Song Yan shook his legs and arched his two plump buttocks.

Yun Xiang, Yan Rong understood, smiled and stood up, bowed slightly to Song Yan, and then retreated.

Song Yan looked at Tang Fan, and Feng Chengzi was also looking.

Song Yan asked silently: "Senior, have you seen it clearly?"

Feng Chengzi nodded, but then said: "If you break your oath and raise the price, even if you want to kill Xiaofan or even his descendants, I will never frown or talk nonsense with you."

Song Yan said "naturally", then looked at Tang Fan, brushed off the dust on his clothes, and said: "Xing'er is just a witch. How much do you know about her? How do you know she is not a bad person who wants to harm you?"

Tang Fan said: "There are some things you won't understand."

Song Yan looked at him quietly.

Tang Fan did not avoid looking at him and looked at him.

For a moment, Song Yan didn't say anything that he was going to tease.

He stood up, patted Tang Fan on the shoulder, and said, "Then marry her.

You have to go with me to the King's Soul Threshold. I really don't know if you can come back.

There are three unfilial acts, and the worst is to have no offspring.

Leave a child. I will let Wu Fangtian treat it as his own child and raise it well."

Tang Fan was stunned.

Song Yan said, "If you don't agree, I will have someone kill Xing'er. Anyway, she is of no value."

Tang Fan was silent for a long time. In the long sigh of Feng Chengzi, who was wearing the faceless mask, he said firmly, "I agree, but... I still have to ask Xing'er. If she agrees, then it's okay."

Song Yan said, "Okay, as you say."

Tang Fan bowed deeply and said simply, "Thank you."

After that, he turned and left, his back straight.

"Stupid! Really stupid!" Feng Chengzi roared angrily. At first, he thought that the devil's performance of Tang Fan was just pretending, but he didn't expect that he actually performed it exactly and performed the essence!

Song Yan said, "He's a nice young man. I'm beginning to like him."

Seven days later.

Auspicious day.

The gloomy Guishamen rarely welcomed a festive occasion.

Red silk fluttered, "囍" characters were posted, and fireworks surged into the sky like a spring amid the sound of firecrackers. The colorful colors illuminated and warmed the night of early spring.

Xing'er was beautiful in her red makeup.

Tang Fan, however, was toasting in this evil base camp, drinking with others. He drank heavily, without restraint.

He drank until tears fell, but he was still drinking.

He was drunk.

When you are drunk, you will not know anything.

Xing'er suddenly felt something in her heart. She moved quietly and came to a rockery. She looked at Song Yan who was looking up at the moon there and said in a coquettish voice: "Grandpa, he is drunk. Do you want Xing'er to serve him first?"

Song Yan looked at her coldly and said: "If you betray him, I will not forgive you."

Xing'er was shocked and horrified. She said "yes" repeatedly, and then returned to the banquet, standing elegantly, quietly waiting for the end of tonight.