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

Chapter 171
Could it be said that this young martial arts master was inspired by the method of raising arrows with his mind and created a new archery technique without much cost?

The current young man is too terrifying. He is clearly in the realm of internal refining and foundation building, how can he perform a method comparable to the most powerful attack of a conjuration monk? "

In a sense, Zheng Liehu's idea was correct. After all, Song Boyu was able to apply the spiral sword light in practice thanks to the nameless archery he taught him.

Lu Feiying was relatively simple-minded. She was speechless for a long time before spitting out: "My master, you are really awesome!"

Cui Jue's eyes were filled with fire. He thought that the sword light was very powerful, but he didn't expect that there was something even more powerful. He murmured in a low voice: "Can martial arts reach such a peak? Tong Yang is so important, do I have to go back to my mother's womb and practice again? "

At the same time, Song Boyu had already entered the village. His swords were glowing with golden light and had a faint black and yellow color. There was no doubt that there was no enemy in sight.

There were flames burning everywhere and cries of crying for father and mother. This was because he deliberately controlled the explosion range to prevent it from spreading to the place where the slaves were imprisoned.

Song Boyu showed no mercy to the thieves in this village. Killing them with a sword was the greatest mercy for Qing Zhuang.

As for women, young and old, Song Boyu asked Sun Chengcai to lead the regiment in to rescue the imprisoned and enslaved villagers. At the same time, he watched over the young, old and women of these thieves and ordered the villagers to screen them.

Some women were raped here and released, along with their children, while the rest were stoned to death by the villagers.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the entire village was filled with the smell of blood, the sound of roaring flames, and the thanks and cries of the rescued villagers.

Song Boyu asked Sun Chengcai to appease everyone, while Xiu Niang and others searched the village for free money. Song Boyu walked into the ruins that had been burned to ashes, dug out a charred corpse, and used a long sword to pick out an amber-like stone. At the same time, he pulled out a charred iron arrow.

Putting the iron essence arrow into the quiver, Song Boyu observed the transparent stone. There was a pale woman's face in the stone that was crying ferociously, with bleeding from all the orifices, which was extremely terrifying.

"My lord, my lord, this is a strange human facial sore. When attached to a human body, it will absorb essence and blood, become wild and increase combat power. It was transformed by someone who has suffered great grievances. It is better to purify it and accept it as a servant."

Chen Zhengqing, who was as big as a pea and well-informed, floated up to Song Boyu and bowed.

Song Boyu's eyebrows bulged, and there was a gap in the middle. The divine jade black-yellow eyes appeared, and a trace of the black-yellow gas of merit turned into black-yellow light and shot out, hitting the transparent stone in the middle.

The stone is illuminated by the brilliance of black and yellow, like snow being exposed to the sun, it melts quickly.

The pale woman's face was bleeding and wailing ferociously. A trace of black gray air escaped from her face, and she finally transformed into a maid with a beautiful appearance and simple clothes, about 20 years old.

Under the sunlight, the soul body smoked slightly, and she hurriedly hid in a dark place.

"My little girl, Zeng Kerou, has met the immortal master. I would like to thank the immortal master for getting rid of my evil spirit and resentment, and restoring my wisdom and clarity." The girl bowed curtly, and her movements were quite graceful.

Chen Zhengqing flew in front of this female soul and shouted: "This is the rich man of my family. You are lucky to meet him. If you don't hurry up, kowtow and kneel down and beg him to take it back to the door!"

Zeng Kerou was startled by the pea-sized Chen Zhengqing, but after careful observation, she found that Chen Zhengqing was actually a soul with a real body. She worked as a maid in an official's house during her lifetime and had some knowledge, so she couldn't help but be surprised: "Are you a spiritual god? How can it be so small?"

Chen Zhengqing was a little proud and a little embarrassed: "I am the number one spiritual god under Mr. Ford, and I am the official spiritual god Chen Zhengqing. Spirits are not big or small, so you don't need to care about these details. I ask you, are you willing to worship me? Is the Lord Fu Fu the master?"

After all, he looked back at Song Boyu with a little guilt. Fortunately, he didn't scold himself for claiming to be the number one spirit god.

Since he didn't reprimand, it was tantamount to acquiescing. Thinking of this, Chen Zhengqing straightened his back, like a confident pea man.

Zeng Kerou was hesitant, and when she was about to kneel down, Song Boyu waved his hand expressionlessly: "Don't enter my door and wall lightly. Why are you wronged, and why did you turn into a human face sore?"

Hearing Song Boyu ask him what grievances he had, Zeng Kerou looked sad and whispered:

"The slave family came from a poor family and was sold as a slave to the Xiao family, a wealthy family in Shangxiang since childhood. In the Xiao family, she worked conscientiously and became a first-class maid. She was proficient in poetry, songs, calculations, and could help the old lady manage the house and people.

I thought I would be in my early 30s, bring some money, and go out to a big house to get married.

Unexpectedly, I discovered the secret of my mistress’s secret affair with a man. I wanted to tell the old lady, but my mistress discovered it. Finally, I was held down by four nuns and beaten to death with thick wooden sticks.

That year was the first year of Qingping, wuwuwu..."

"The first year of Qingping? It's already the 21st year of Qingping, and you've been dead for 21 years. The Xiao family is a wealthy family in the city, and I heard it's a big clan of cultivators. How could you let your wronged soul wander to Linyi?" Song Boyu groped. Xiaba asked.

"It's been so long?
After my death, my mistress was still angry, so she burned me to ashes, made my ashes into glazed stone, sealed my soul inside, and placed it in the warehouse.

Said to let me live forever and never be reborn...

Later, it seemed that it was stolen by an escaped slave and sold to a young man wearing a black hat. "

Zeng Kerou recalled that dark time and felt a chill all over her body. Looking at Song Boyu again, she felt that this person was extremely warm and close to her heart. Yingying knelt down and said, "A lonely ghost with nowhere to go. I pray for great blessings." The master will take it in."

Song Boyu pondered for a moment, looked at it with his sacred jade eyes, and found nothing unusual. He nodded and said: "You are a miserable person. Since you have nowhere to go, just follow me for now. If you want to leave in the future, you can leave. "

"Master Ford, I want to worship the entrance wall and beg for mercy from Lord Ford." Zeng Kerou keenly sensed the difference and said earnestly.

With pity in his eyes, Chen Zhengqing floated up to Song Boyu and bowed: "Master, why don't you put her into the door wall? I think her aura is pure white, and she is a lucky cloud. There is green onion in her destiny, so she should be a person of noble character. And the cause of death is also one-hearted. Wouldn’t it be beautiful to accept a loyal person?”

Song Boyu did not answer directly, but asked curiously: "You can also read luck and fortune? Why did you never tell me?"

Chen Zhengqing bowed his head and smiled and said: "I have been playing tricks on the gods for decades. Not only do I have a thorough understanding of the methods of observing luck and fate, but I also have a pair of spiritual eyes that can understand people's desires. These are all trivial skills and not worthy of the Tao."

Song Boyu shook his head: "How can this be a small skill? How can this be great ability? Are you willing to teach me?"

"I'm scared. It's your blessing that you want to learn from me. I will try my best to tell you. But do you think this can be so gentle?" Chen Zhengqing knelt down directly in mid-air. Such a serious pea boy made people laugh. I couldn't help but want to laugh.

(End of this chapter)