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

Chapter 107 A Nightmare

It is difficult for ordinary people to gather this fleeting willpower and luck, let alone transform it into any trace of human merit. Most of it evaporates and dissipates, leaving nothing behind.

But I have the help of the Yin-faced Spiritual Treasure, and it gathers naturally. Half of it belongs to the Spiritual Treasure, and half belongs to me personally. "

Song Boyu's expression was a little strange, with mixed emotions. He didn't know whether to thank the silver fragment or to say that it had made its own decision.

However, Song Boyu could only thank Wang Fujun now. He had done a lot for him during this period and he should move around more to deepen the relationship.

"You are such a silver-faced person, you are really good at generating your own income. I don't know what to say about you."

Song Boyu made a casual comment and was about to escape from the dream of the waning moon.

The crane-shaped characters flowed like water waves, quickly changing their appearance and revealing new meanings.

"If you don't like it, you can cancel this method and let the power of the wish and the energy of human nature dissipate instantly."

Song Boyu couldn't help laughing: "Sure enough, it is a magical spiritual treasure created by Gong Shen. It has an innate spirit, but it actually has emotions?

I'm happy, not unhappy, keep it up.However, if this happens again in the future, I hope you can predict it. "

The crane-shaped characters flickered slightly, blooming and disappearing like brilliant fireworks.

In the real world, Song Boyu opened his eyes, shook his head and smiled, not caring about anything.

As long as such a magical spiritual treasure is beneficial to you, there is no need to interfere too much, everything is fate.

After preparing some homely gifts, Song Boyu came to the magistrate's office and asked Wang Fujun again.

Old Zhao familiarly led Song Boyu to the study and asked him to wait. Song Boyu stuffed a pack of bacon into Old Zhao's hand: "Uncle Zhao, my sister made some bacon for you to try. Don't dislike it."

Lao Zhao took it directly into his arms without being polite, and said with a smile: "Young Master always thinks about me, an old servant, how dare you dislike me. Today, the Lord is meeting with the newly promoted economic officials, and he will be back in half an hour." "

After that, Lao Zhao was about to leave. Song Boyu grabbed him and asked eagerly: "Is there Du Rufeng from Changning Street among them? He is my Meng Xue teacher. On the night of the New Year's Eve, the whole family died. Only my only son, Du Li, was saved by me and is now living in my house."

Lao Zhao pondered for a while and was not sure: "It seems that there is this person. I'll go and have a look."

Song Boyu pulled Lao Zhao and said, "Uncle Zhao, there's no need to go to such trouble. You go and have a look. If there is this person, ask him to come to my place to pick up the youngest son after it's over, so that he can grieve. I will go visit him later."

Old Zhao nodded and held Song Boyu's hand: "Master, you are really kind-hearted. When you are in such danger, you can still think of your mentor."

Song Boyu felt very regretful and said with some shame: "Hey, it was too late after all. If I hadn't rescued Du Li, I wouldn't have known how to see Mr. Du."

Seeing that Song Boyu wanted to say this, Lao Zhao nodded in approval. Who doesn't like such a righteous young man?

After Wang Fujun had received the group of administrative officials, Lao Zhao found the right opportunity and told Wang Fujun about the matter.

After hearing this, Prince Wang Fu gracefully stroked his beard and sighed:

"I didn't expect Boyu to be so affectionate and loyal to Master Meng. This disciple is indeed right. Lao Zhao, please let Du Liunian stay for a while. It just so happens that the three of us can have a casual meal together."

There are three ranks for officials, namely, assistant member, fleeting officer, and official official. Du Rufeng is a new official in the economic system, and as a rule, he should be a subordinate officer.

With just one word from Wang Fujun, Du Rufeng's rank was directly promoted to one level, saving him three to five years of hard work.

When Lao Zhao heard this, he bowed and stepped back. He called Du Rufeng to stop and said bluntly that he wanted to invite you.

Lao Zhao's words surprised all the new economic officials, and they all looked at Du Rufeng with surprise and envy.

Even Du Rufeng himself was surprised. In fact, he had already returned home. He wanted to seize the time to return to his home, have a heart-to-heart talk with his wife, hug his two daughters, and touch the head of his youngest son.

But the Lord of the Palace invited him, so how could he not go? Du Rufeng felt a little uneasy and didn't know what was going on.

Under the guidance of Lao Zhao, Du Rufeng came to the backyard and found Song Boyu waiting at the entrance of the yard.

"Boyu, why are you here?"

Surprised and delighted, Du Rufeng blurted out.

Song Boyu bowed respectfully: "Sir, long time no see. Some time ago, Fu Jun appreciated me and accepted me as his disciple. I am here to pay my respects to Fu Jun today. Let's go together, Fu Jun is waiting for me."

Du Rufeng was very surprised when he heard this. He followed Song Boyu and asked in a low voice:
"Boyu, what's going on? When did you have such an intersection with Mr. Fu, and even become a master and apprentice? I'm not saying that you are not good, you are the smartest among all my disciples, but all this is too incredible Got it!"

All Song Boyu was thinking about was how to tell the story of the drastic changes in Du Rufeng's family, but when the words came to his lips, he always felt bitter and couldn't speak.

The two of them had their own thoughts and walked to the pavilion in the backyard together. Wang Fujun had prepared a table of elegant wine and food and was standing at the pavilion. Two young servants were standing by.

Du Rufeng and Song Boyu hurried forward to greet them, and the three of them started chatting. The topic naturally led to Song Boyu, and they also talked about the fate between Wang Fujun and Song Boyu.

Du Rufeng knew about the incident of the deadly fight against Fu Jun in the Wanmen Martial Arts Hall, but when he heard that on the night of the New Year's Eve, tens of thousands of people died, Song Boyu and four monks worked together to turn the tide and kill the evil zombies. Du Rufeng's eyes got bigger and bigger.

This was simply unbelievable. Even if Du Rufeng exhausted his imagination, he could not imagine that it would unfold like this.

"This evil cultivator is simply abominable. He actually killed tens of thousands of people in Zhang Township. I didn't expect that Boyu could help four immortal masters kill this beast. It really shocked me. I will treat him with admiration after three days of separation!"
I wonder where in our village suffered the most heavy losses? "

Du Rufeng sighed angrily and asked with some anxiety. He was very worried about his family.

Song Boyu sighed and said what he had always wanted to say: "Mr. Du, the one who has suffered the most is our Changning Street. Almost, almost nine out of ten houses are empty!"

Du Rufeng felt his vision darken and almost fainted. He held on to the pillars of the pavilion and said in a trembling voice: "Ten rooms and nine empty rooms? What's wrong with my family?"

Song Boyu bowed in shame and said: "The student is incompetent and late...Mr. Du, sir..."

Du Rufeng felt dizzy, his vision blurred, and he passed out.

Song Boyu had no choice but to confess to Wang Fujun and take Du Rufeng back home first.

Wang Fujun watched all this, and after Song Boyu helped Du Rufeng leave, he whispered: "What a strange man who values ​​love and justice. I made the right decision to accept this disciple."

In the afternoon, Du Rufeng woke up in a daze and heard a familiar voice: "Dad, dad..."

He tried to open his eyes and saw his only son Du Li calling softly, holding a spoon and feeding him medicine.

"Li'er? Did I just have a nightmare? Where is your mother?"

Du Li's eyes turned red and he choked with sobs: "Father, mother and sister, they are all gone..."

(End of this chapter)