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

Chapter 104 The abyss of serious illness
Several people laughed, and in the afternoon everyone, including Xiu Niang, came to the martial arts hall together.

Thousands of people surrounded the place on three levels, and the streets near the martial arts hall were crowded.

Some sharp-eyed people saw Xun Feipeng, Song Boyu and others walking towards the martial arts hall.

"Song Boyu, it's Song Boyu!" someone shouted.

"Who are you? You dare to call Master Song by his first name? It's extremely rude." Someone not far away yelled angrily.

"Master Song, Master Song, I want to learn swordsmanship from you!"

"Master Song, I was also at the Temple of the Holy Saints that day, and the way you and that beautiful gentleman pushed the ban together were so perfect!" This is an ancient CP fan.

"Master Song, I want to learn your invisible energy, which is the move that directly blows away the little zombies."

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze. Let me see Master Song, let me take a closer look!"

"The five righteousnesses of Zhangxiang, Master Song of the last righteousness, with a mortal body, can rival the immortal master!"

The crowd was very enthusiastic. Most of them were young men who came to learn martial arts. There were also many slim and good-looking women who flocked to Song Boyu enthusiastically.

During this period of time, Wang Fujun made great efforts to publicize the five virtues of Shangxiang, not only commended, erected monuments, but also invited a large number of rap artists and drama troupes to perform.

What he saw and heard at the Temple of the Holy Saints that day was passed down by word of mouth among the people. Song Boyu, an ordinary warrior, was among the five righteousnesses in Zhangxiang. He completed the work of an immortal master with a mortal body, so he naturally attracted much attention.

Coupled with his extremely dramatic life experience, the common people never tire of hearing about the plot of revenge for his parents. As for the prodigal son turning back, it is even more popular. In addition, Wang Fujun deliberately publicized it, highlighting Fujun's advice, Boyu Once it is known, it will spread even more widely.

That's why today's situation happened. Not all of them came to learn skills, but many just wanted to see Song Boyu with their own eyes or even touch him.

Song Boyu tried his best to keep a smile and comfort everyone.

"Song Yingxiong, Song Yingxiong. Is there a marriage? I have a younger sister who is three points more beautiful than me. May I give it to you?" A beautiful woman with good looks squeezed closer and asked.

"My master respects heroes the most, and he has an only daughter who is willing to marry Song Lang and marry him to thousands of acres of fertile land!" Another tall and strong man who looked like a housekeeper rushed over.

"Let's go, let's go. The hero of the Song Dynasty is a disciple of the prince, how can you commoners reach it! I am from an official family in Dongcheng. I have a sister who is virtuous and virtuous. I am three years older than you. As the saying goes, the third grade of a girl holds the gold. brick……"

Xiuniang saw a group of older girls and younger wives ogling there, and some introduced their own sisters and daughters. She couldn't help frowning and spat: "Brother, let's go in quickly."

Beads of sweat dripped down Song Boyu's forehead, he really couldn't stand such a passionate situation.

"Everyone, everyone. If you want to learn martial arts, please talk slowly with Master Xun. If you want to introduce a girl in your family, please come back. My parents have recently died, so it is not suitable for marriage!"

Speaking of this, Song Boyu saw that there were still people who wanted to entangle him. He quickly bent his legs slightly, and his energy rushed to the soles of his feet. He jumped up and reached a height of two feet. In the air, his energy left his body, and with the help of his strength, he jumped again. He jumped to the roof of the martial arts hall.

His clothes fluttered, giving him the feeling of a young hero.

At this moment, Song Boyu's body stiffened. It was not a cramp. The silver-faced fragments that had not moved for many days suddenly started to move.

Dots of silver light emerged from his heart and surged out quickly, causing his complexion to change. He turned over and jumped off the roof, directly into the study room in the backyard and closed the door.

Closing his eyes, letting go of the power of the silver light, the world began to spin for a while, and then he opened his eyes again, and Song Boyu appeared in the dream of the waning moon.

This time, he was not hanging in the air, but sitting on a solid and cold rock, with the stars above his head and the moon, which was very beautiful and charming.

The six bubbles were still suspended around him, rotating slowly.

The soft radiance of the silver moon fell in front of Song Boyu, turning into crane-shaped characters.

Song Boyu took a closer look and immediately understood its meaning.

"The time ratio of historical scenes has changed. From now on, one hour in reality will be three days in the dream, and I can experience nine days in one night. This is really a big improvement."

After Song Boyu's words fell, the crane-shaped characters shone brightly, quickly faded, and then solidified again, revealing completely different characters.

Song Boyu watched carefully, the newly acquired information flashing through his mind.

"Below the human world is the ruins of the underworld, and under the ruins of the underworld are the ashes of endless historical obsessions accumulated in this world, also known as the Yin Abyss.

Crushing a bubble of obsession can start the journey of the true spirit into the abyss. One day in the world will last ten years in the abyss.

The true spirit travels far away from the body, the soul is lacking, and the body is asleep.

What does this mean? What is a journey to the abyss? It actually consumes an obsession bubble! "

No one answered Song Boyu's question, and the crane-shaped words gradually disappeared, leaving only Yuehua to accompany him.

He looked at the six bubbles of different colors in front of him and thought:

"If you want to crush a bubble experiment, first eliminate the dark killing intent bubbles that are fused with the killing intent of the human crocodile fangs and the remnant soul of the copper corpse puppet emperor.

Then……"

Song Boyu stared at the other five bubbles and immediately eliminated the light red bubble: "This bubble comes from the paperweight of the fake witchcraft. It can only be opened by the foundation building realm. It is obviously extraordinary, and I have never explored it. It cannot be Consume it as you wish.”

After excluding this one, Song Boyu stared at the remaining four bubbles, and finally made up his mind:
"The historical dream of Xu Hongyi, the creator of "Tong Zi Gong", actually has little meaning. If I want to try the extreme killing test, it is probably better to be in the dark bubble of killing intent.

If you want to deduce martial arts or even the method of cultivating immortals, Iron Corpse Dream and Wen Xiaoxian’s Dream are better.

As for Xun Xueya's dream, it is relatively close to the present time and may be useful in the future, so it is ranked second to last. "

After confirming that he was going to try Xu Hongyi's Obsession Bubble, Song Boyu did not crush it in a hurry. He broke away from the dream and opened his eyes directly.

Outside the study room, there was a lot of people and everything was extremely noisy.

After spending a day helping Xun Feipeng settle down in the martial arts gym, Song Boyu returned home a little tired.

Along the way, Xiu Niang was furious, hesitated several times, and finally couldn't help but said: "Brother, you can't promise those people!"

Song Boyu was completely thinking about what would happen to the Yin side of Shen Mian. When he suddenly heard this sentence, he said blankly: "What do you promise?"

Seeing Song Boyu's silly look, Xiu Niang stopped being angry. She smiled and lightly kicked Song Boyu's calf with her embroidered shoe. She grabbed Song Boyu's right hand and shook it: "In short, I can't agree, okay, okay?"

"Okay, okay, whatever you say is what it is. Let's go home quickly." Song Boyu agreed, stroking Xiu Niang's hair lovingly.

Du Li followed silently, like a lonely shadow, like a pitiful resentment, with a trace of envy flashing in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)