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

Chapter 189 Night Food
But within these two months, Song Boyu's bold delegation of power gave her a new desire and goal in life. She became a real big lady, from a virtuous wife to a comrade-in-arms and a firm alliance. This was what Xiu Niang had in mind. new dream.

Xiu Niang agrees with Liu Xiangjun's idea. Who says women are inferior to men!

Although she has no chance of being a female official for the time being, the seeds have been planted in Xiu Niang's heart.

On the other side, Song Boyu returned to his room, closed the door, immediately grabbed the harpoon in his hand, and let the silver light overflow.

When the silver light receded, the fishfork in his hand turned into powder and disappeared.

Song Boyu immediately returned to bed, took off his clothes, covered himself with a cool quilt, lay down, adjusted to an ethereal state, and entered the silver moon dreamland.

Still standing on the icy crane rock, surrounded by obsessive dream bubbles, Song Boyu keenly noticed a new dream bubble, and there was a little bit of clear light in the white!
"This color is very strange!" Song Boyu couldn't help but say, "According to my understanding of the color of luck, from the perspective of strength level, gray and white are mortals, pure white is the internal refining stage, and light red is the Yin God stage.

Further up, I have seen crimson, red gold intertwined, light gold, and even pure gold, but I have never seen this kind of clear and spiritual light.

Silver-faced Spiritual Treasure, do you know what this means? "

The bright moon hung high, and the stars were overhead. The light swayed slightly, but did not shed a trace.

Silver-faced Lingbao doesn't want to answer?Or do you say you don’t know?

Song Boyu had no way of knowing. Since Ling Bao didn't tell him, he could only find out by himself.

He touched the clear dream bubble in the white with his hand, and felt his body stiffen, as if he saw a mysterious creature with a blue body and a dragon head and a carp body.

Darkness, endless darkness, like thick glue, made Song Boyu feel almost suffocated.

There seemed to be a dim light in the distance. He swam desperately in the darkness and finally had the pleasure of surfacing and escaping from the catastrophe.

The world shook violently, and when it finally calmed down, Song Boyu found that he had turned into a boy, swimming like white stripes in the waves in the lake covered with reeds.

Gradually, Song Boyu discovered that he could not control the boy's actions. Instead of becoming a boy, he became the perspective behind the boy, similar to the existence of a spirit behind him.

He wanted to struggle and shout, but he couldn't do anything. In the end, he could only lie flat and watch the boy fish and catch shrimp from this fixed behind-the-scenes perspective.

I don’t know how long it took, but the scene changed and the boy turned into a young and strong man with dark tendons and a brand new iron fishing fork. With quick eyes and quick hands, he forked a plump eel and threw it skillfully into the fish basket behind him. .

The picture was messy and changing, and some were broken like a dream, making Song Boyu a little dizzy.

He watched the man grow from youth to middle age, and from middle age to old age. The man became old and frail, but he became more experienced in fishing and gained more and more.

I don't know when it started, but there was a little boy next to the man, and the child grew up quickly, which made Song Boyu more and more familiar, especially one day when the old man directly called the young man Jingben, Song Boyu felt a flash in his mind lightning.

"This young man is Uncle Jing Ben? The boy who turned into an old man in front of me is Uncle Jing Ben's father?"

Song Boyu felt very strange. Normally, his dreams were like reincarnations, but this time it seemed like the ghost behind him?

He thought seriously: Maybe it had something to do with the strange clear spiritual light?

Just as he was thinking, the father and son in front of him seemed to have a fierce quarrel. The son must go fishing in the swamps deeper in Daze. He saw someone hunting a half-meter-long grass carp, and the old father kept persuading him. , there are great horrors in the depths of Daze, and there are also terrible water monsters, so you can't go there.

But the young Song Jingben didn't listen at all. He said stubbornly and excitedly: "I will only look at the edge of the deep swamp and never go deep. As long as I hunt a big guy, our family will have enough meat for half a month."

Song Boyu felt something bad, but this was just a memory dream, and he himself was a poor man who was bound to a fixed perspective. He had no one to help him and could not help others.

The old man couldn't persuade him, so he could only follow his son. The two of them walked to the depths of the nameless swamp. The water quality here was obviously different from the outside. The water quality outside was transparent and clear, but here it was quite dark and turbid.

If someone could take a bird's-eye view, they would find that the center of this nameless swamp is like a strange black eye, surrounded by ravines, rivers, swamps, and lakes.

The old man's brows were furrowed, his eyes were alert, his ears were moving slightly, and he was constantly observing his surroundings.

Young Song Jingben's eyes were sparkling with excitement. He had already walked into the depths of the swamp, one foot deep and one foot shallow. Looking at the fish approaching stupidly, he grinned: "Old man, this is a good place. Even if you can't catch it, As for the big guys, these stupid fish don’t need a harpoon, they just need hands!”

Maybe he was really lucky. In less than a quarter of an hour, young Song Jingben had gained a lot. The fish basket behind him was almost full. It took him another quarter of an hour to fill his father's fish basket, and he was playing a little tune. It's proud.

The old man was also very happy when he saw two full baskets of fat fish harvested. However, he knew that there were many terrifying legends about Shenzhen. In the past few decades, more than a dozen acquaintances had disappeared in Shenzhen.

He frowned and whispered: "My son, a good harvest is a blessing from Qiangyu. Going too far is not enough, let's go! It's really dangerous here, you should..."

"It's all just rumors. Dad, you are too timid. Next time we will bring more fish baskets, hahaha..."

At this moment, the already turbid and dark lake water suddenly bubbled, and a huge catfish about one meter long, which had evolved two sharp claws, suddenly appeared from the water, and its sharp claws cut straight into the young Song Jingben.

At the same time, Song Boyu, as a perspective ghost, heard strange and unspeakable words, and felt as if his head was hit hard and buzzing.

Song Jingben was caught off guard, as if he was suddenly stunned. The fishing spear in his hand fell into the water, and he was about to die.

Fortunately, his father caught him and took a step back, saving his life.

But Song Jingben was still scratched by the sharp claws. From his temple to his chest, his flesh and blood were turned out and blood was flowing.

He screamed and retreated hastily. His father looked determined and bit his lower lip, as if to regain consciousness.

The old man grabbed the iron harpoon in his hand and stabbed it hard and fast, directly into the eye of the big catfish monster. Monster blue blood flowed out, and the strange words disappeared.

The old man pulled out the harpoon hard, but it was inserted too deep and could not be pulled out. The strange catfish was so painful that it crawled and bit wildly, and pounced on the old man.

The old man resisted desperately: "Son, go away, leave me alone!"

Song Jingben was almost frightened, and ran back mechanically for a few steps, then seemed to regain his senses, gritted his teeth, turned back, pulled out the harpoon stuck in the head of the huge catfish forcefully, and stabbed it like crazy.

(End of this chapter)