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

Chapter 105 Golden Eyes Looking Back
He also missed home, his mother and two sisters, Uncle Zhang and his grandma, and his father who was far away in the prefectural government office.

As long as part of his courtyard was still intact, Du Li didn't want to go back. It was a nightmare he wanted to forget.

Xiuniang and Song Boyu played around for a while, then suddenly looked back at Du Li, ran over and took Du Li's hand, holding Song Boyu's other hand, and then smiled sweetly.

Du Li looked at Xiu Niang's smile and felt that the estrangement he had just felt disappeared instantly, and he laughed happily.

After returning home and finishing dinner, Song Boyu immediately locked himself in the room and couldn't wait to enter the dreamland of the waning moon.

He did not rush to try to crush the bubbles and travel through the dark side of the disease, after all, he was not ready yet.

"My physical body has reached the ultimate state of a warrior's horizontal training. In the future, only by slowly refining the "Supreme Goodness and Softness" and "Vajra Indestructibility" to perfection and becoming the most soft Vajra body can I surpass the limits of mortals.

This process cannot be accomplished overnight!Even Wen Xiaoxian spent several years cultivating the indestructible body of Vajra.

I should start nourishing my soul with my essence now, and it is only right to improve my soul as soon as possible.

From now on, in the dream world, focus on deducing the method of the soul! "

That night, Song Boyu entered the dreamland of the waning moon and found that the light red bubbles obtained at the Dragon King Temple in Xunshui that day were constantly flashing.

Only then did he remember that he could already enter the historical scene represented by this obsessional dream.

"It's better to choose a different day than to hit it. Let's see what's different about these light red bubbles today."

Song Boyu's finger touched the light red bubble, and the bubble expanded instantly, covering the entire setting sun dream with light red.

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"Zhou Zi said: To be benevolent and to be righteous is what I wish for. It has been six hundred years since the great achievements were made in raising men. Now chaos is rising everywhere, and foreign enemies are invading. It is at this time that I sacrifice my life to serve the country!"

Song Boyu, who turned into a baby, vaguely heard the roars of indignation, the cheers of the crowd, and the slight sobs of the woman.

The roar heard sobs and sighs, and gradually dissipated along with the cheers.

The baby suddenly grew into an eight-year-old child. His father never appeared, and only his mother worked hard to raise him.

In times of difficulty, he would even go begging on the street, just asking for a bite of food.

The child's surname is Wu, his nickname is Sigui, and he has no formal name.

Three years later, a troop of thousands of soldiers and horses came to Shangxiang. The leader of the military general was Wu Sigui's father.

His father named his youngest son "Chengmin", left some silver sergeants behind, and left in a hurry, saying that the northern rebels were besieging the capital and that he would go to the capital to serve the king.

This trip lasted for ten years. When Wu Chengmin was 16 years old, he finally saw his father again, but this time only the corpse covered with white cloth was left.

The mother fainted on the spot. Wu Chengmin slowly approached and lifted the white cloth tremblingly.

It was a stoic face, with dozens of holes pierced through its torso.

"Chengmin, we were surrounded by 8 northern captives. Your father was brave and fearless. He sacrificed his life to serve as the rearguard for everyone and died in battle!"

Wu Chengmin stared blankly at the corpse, took a few steps back, and helped his fainted mother up, feeling inexplicably sad in his heart.

That battle was the key battle to defeat Beilu. Countless people with lofty ideals and immortal masters from all walks of life fought hard on their own battlefields.

In the end, Dacheng's vitality was severely damaged, and the Beilu were completely wiped out.

After that, Wu Chengmin became an official with the kindness of a loyal minister. He stayed in office for twenty years and finally became the magistrate of Shangxiang.

He was just a mortal, but he was indeed a good official. In order to control the Xun River that flooded from time to time, he studied geography and hydrology intensively, led hundreds of people in surveying and mapping, and led thousands of people to spend ten years to finally build the Xun River. Water weir.

After the construction of this weir, there will be no flooding in Shangxiang, and all the land along the Xunshui River will be turned into fertile farmland.

For such a feat, Wu Chengmin was honored by the imperial court and sent him to Chengzhou to serve as the state shepherd.

Wu Chengmin became ill due to overwork and was unable to take up his post, so the matter was eventually dropped.

The eunuch who came to announce the decree asked for a bribe, but Wu Chengmin flatly refused. He held a grudge and framed him to gain people's support and plot evil.

At that time, the emperor favored the eunuchs and actually believed them. He actually sent a large army to suppress the rebellion.

Wu Chengmin personally entered the military camp and invited himself to the capital to speak before the emperor. However, he was detained by the greedy general and beheaded by the Xunshui River.

The dream has not ended here, but has begun to unfold like a dream.

The people all loved Wu Chengmin, and many people spontaneously offered sacrifices to him. It was also rumored that Wu Chengmin was appreciated by the Zhushi God and became the Dragon King of Xunshui.

With the establishment of the Dragon King Temple in Xunshui, Wu Chengmin's true spirit, which had fallen into the underworld and the abyss of the underworld, was protected by a black and yellow energy, returned to the world of the sun, and entered the Dragon King Temple.

Wu Chengmin, who had a clear understanding of his past life and this life, reshaped his soul to be the same as the monk Yin Shen. He discovered that the black and yellow energy he possessed could be turned into fire by the Yin Shen, igniting the will of all people and purifying the power of these beliefs.

After a little bit of exploration, he gradually used the black and yellow merit fire to refine the ever-growing will power of all people, turning it into the refined and pure incense power. He used this to reshape his body, and finally refined it into the incense Yang Shen. Incredible power.

After that, the thoughts of all the people were integrated with the terrain of Xunshui mountains and rivers, and the pale golden talisman was condensed.

In reality, Song Boyu suddenly opened his eyes. The moment he saw the pale golden talisman, his dream was shattered. It seemed that a pair of golden eyes were looking back.

"Has it disturbed the current His Highness the Dragon King of Xunshui? He should be a god now, and it is possible that he has such an ability. It seems that I should be more careful. His dream gave me some inspiration. After being promoted to the Yin God, he has the merits of Xuanhuang Er Qi is the fire that ignites the will power, so can it be used to ignite the essence and turn it into more refined and advanced energy?"

Entering the dream of the waning moon again, Song Boyu retained the memory of Wu Chengmin's construction of the weir and igniting his will power, and dismissed the rest and forgotten them.

In a blink of an eye, a month has passed, and now it is February [-]th. The severe winter cold has left, and the buds have begun to sprout from the treetops. The fragrance of trees and flowers can be smelled, and spring is coming.

During this month, Song Boyu went to the martial arts gym in the morning to guide his disciples in martial arts practice, teaching the best "Inverse Killing Sword Technique" to the best, and stayed at home in the afternoon to concentrate on martial arts practice.

Occasionally, I would take time to go to the magistrate's office to pay my respects to the prince and give him some home-cooked food.

He is very patient and practices the unique art of "The Supreme Goodness and the Softest" every afternoon like water drops through a stone. Because he has the full-field assistance of the mind's eye, his practice progress is much faster than expected, and he can feel the new knowledge every three to five days. Variety.

At night, Song Boyu would go to bed early and deduce in his dreams the "Shenyuan Jue", the foundation-building technique of the great sect disciples brought by his grandfather, the foundation-building part of "Wuxian Dayang Kung" obtained from Wen Xiaoxian's dream, and "Concentrating God's Art". "Golden Jue" and "Gathering Intentions as Stone Skills", as well as the method of condensing corpse jade from an iron corpse.

For nine days in the dream every day, there was no need to rest. Day and night, he was deducing, frantically trying various possibilities, regardless of any losses, and experiencing hundreds of weird ways to die.

It was hard to explain to outsiders the hard work and mental damage he suffered here. If it hadn't been for the wisps of moonlight falling from the waning moon to soothe his soul, he would have turned into a martial arts lunatic.

(End of this chapter)