The Heavens: Starting from Traveling through Song Qingshu

Chapter 119 Daughters-in-law, we are home!
Song Xuan was not in the mood to answer the discussions of the people in the carriage and their speculations about himself at the moment.

At this time, he was sitting cross-legged in the carriage, concentrating on the mysterious bronze mirror.

"Brother Jing, didn't you say that the main world devours the starry sky plane? How did it end up in Changjin Lake?"

Soon, Tong Jing gave a reply.

"It's devouring the plane of the starry sky, but it's just a little earlier than the start of the plot!"

"Just a little earlier?" Song Xuan was speechless, "You are 100 years earlier!"

The plot of Devouring the Stars started when the protagonist Luo Feng took the college entrance examination in 2056, but now it is 1950, a full [-] years earlier, is this too early?
Words soon appeared on the bronze mirror.

"Time is not important. In short, this is indeed the plane of devouring the starry sky. As the main plane, the host will enter the main world to rest after leaving the copy world."

"When will you enter the copy world next time?"

"The host can choose to enter the next copy world at any time. The time flow rate between the copy world and the main world is ten to one, ten years in the copy world, and one year in the main world.

The host is requested to choose to enter the dungeon world at the right time according to its own situation. "

You can enter the dungeon world at any time, which is definitely good news for Song Xuan.

It can be said that this is his life-saving hole card.

"The last world should be regarded as my novice world, right? After completing the experience in the novice world, are there any prizes like gift bags?"

"Have!"

"The novice task completion reward has been delivered, please explore the host by yourself!"

As the handwriting on the bronze mirror emerged, Song Xuan felt that there seemed to be something extra in his arms.

Subconsciously, he groped in his arms, and then, a booklet that looked a little yellow and worn appeared in his hand.

There seemed to be handwriting on the cover of the booklet, but it was so blurred that it couldn't be seen clearly, as if it had been weathered.

Song Xuan turned to the first page casually, and after that, his eyes couldn't be opened anymore.

On the first page, there is a portrait.

The people in the painting are beautiful and elegant, like elves walking out of the water of the Han River, like the beauty of the water moon in the south of the Yangtze River, as warm as jade, as clear as water, elegant and elegant, beautiful beyond eternity, beautiful and unconventional, as beautiful as a fairy, as beautiful as heaven people.

This person is surprisingly the wife of Song Xuan, Zhou Zhiruo!

It's just that the eyes of the person in the painting are slightly closed at this time, as if he is in a deep sleep, and there are a few lines of small characters at the bottom of the portrait.

"Zhou Zhiruo, the wife of Emperor Song Xuan of the Wu Dynasty. Her soul is in a deep sleep. If she absorbs enough soul power, she can wake up."

Seeing this, Rao Yi couldn't help trembling slightly at this moment, the heart of Dao that Song Xuan had forged over nearly a hundred years in his last life.

His wife's soul was preserved in this booklet by the bronze mirror with a special method, and she was in a deep sleep?

Then, he turned to the second page full of expectations, and as expected, as he expected, on the second page was a portrait of his wife Liu Qinglian.

Like Zhou Zhiruo, the image in Liu Qinglian's portrait is also in a deep sleep with her eyes slightly closed.

Turning to the third page, it is the petite, lovely, gentle and beautiful wife Xiao Zhao, who is also sleeping.

And the fourth page, blank!
The fifth page and the following dozens of pages were also empty, without any portraits.

Song Xuan asked Tong Jing the reason, and Tong Jing gave the answer that only those with a strong causal connection with the host can have their souls preserved in the booklet after death.

Regarding this, Song Xuan roughly speculated in his mind. It seemed that only the souls of those who had been with him the longest could be preserved.

Although he was somewhat regretful, he didn't force it, but put the booklet back into his arms with great care, his eyes filled with tenderness.

Patting his chest, he murmured softly, "Daughters-in-law, we are home!"

The train drove for a day and a night, and Song Xuan didn't speak much along the way, spending the whole time in his practice.

After learning that his wives are still with him, he has even more vision for the future in his heart.

Previously, he practiced for longevity, but now he practiced for the purpose of resurrecting his three wives one day.

In the last world, ever since he transformed all the true essence in his body into sword essence and tempered his physical and mental strength to a certain level, his strength has never improved again.

The only thing that has improved is perhaps his state of mind.

After experiencing birth, old age, sickness and death, he looked down on the impermanence of the world. Although his body is still young, his mentality is that of a centenarian who has gone through vicissitudes.

Now that he left the last world, his suppressed and stagnant cultivation has begun to improve again.

With every cycle of the Taixuan Sword Manual, the power of the sword in his body will increase by a ray, and his physical and mental power will gradually increase again with the operation of the Xuangong. Feel.

He didn't know what level his current strength belonged to.

According to Grand Master, if one wants to step into the realm of a grand master, one needs the unity of heaven and man, the connection between the spirit and the heaven and the earth, and every move can attract the blessing of the power of the heaven and the earth.

According to Grand Master, he is still some distance away from the realm of Grand Master.

However, he also has his own calculations in his heart. If he simply compares attack power and defense power, his current combat power may not be inferior to that of a martial arts master who can attract the blessings of heaven and earth!

This point is not only what he thinks so, but he also admitted this point himself when he was fighting with Grand Master for the last time, and Sanfeng Zhenren's martial arts will could no longer suppress him.

When the spirit, energy and spirit are cultivated to an extreme level at the same time, even if the big realm has not been broken through, it is already possible to fight beyond the level.

After finishing another round of Xuangong operation, Song Xuan hung the Xuantie epee on his back again.

What is strange is that this epee has no scabbard, no ropes and other bindings, but this sword is actually carried by Song Xuan on his back.

Song Xuan's whole body was like a human-shaped magnet, pulling the epee firmly behind his back.

At this scene, Wu Wanli and others in the carriage shouted in disbelief.

Seeing that Daoist Song seemed to have finished his practice, Yu Congrong sat beside Song Xuan curiously, and exclaimed, "Master Daoist, is the method you just used the ability after cultivation?"

Song Xuan nodded and said, "Why, do you want to learn?"

"Ah? Daoist, can I really learn?" Yu Congrong asked in surprise.

"It's not that you can't, it's just that you are too old and your bones are average. You have only started to practice now, and you can't do anything well."

Wu Wanli was also curious: "Master Dao, can you really live forever through practice? Can you fly with a sword like the sword fairy in the fairy tale?"

Song Xuan waved his hands seriously, "What nonsense are you talking about? You have to believe in science. Immortality and flying with a sword are all feudal superstitions!"

(End of this chapter)