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

Chapter 264
The prefect's Yamen acted quickly, or in other words, the Jingping Yamen rushed the matter quickly enough. In the middle of the night, they delivered the official status notice, the copper seal and the futou with people playing and singing.

"Congratulations to Mr. Song for cultivating the Yin Shen. You will live a long and prosperous life and be blessed for generations. This is the official announcement, the copper seal and the futou, please check it." The officials of the prefecture's Yamen bowed and presented it, with smiles on their faces.

Song Boyu took the official announcement, the copper seal and the Futou. He didn't need to look at it carefully, but just looked at the luck contained in it, and knew that it couldn't be faked. He handed these things to Xiu Niang. Song Boyu said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work, brother. Let's have some tea before leaving."

After giving him more than ten guan of wedding money, the magistrate's yamen came to see the officials and left happily.

The neighbors were also alarmed, especially Qu Mu who even pulled her husband up in the middle of the night. The couple brought souvenirs to congratulate each other. The envy in Qu Mu's eyes almost overflowed. Fortunately, Song Boyu excused himself too late and returned. Get some gifts and let them go home quickly.

When he got home, Qu Buping showed an unhappy look: "Madam, is this the case? He is just a ninth-rank official, even a monk, why do we need to rush to fawn over him? I am in Zhoufantai, Master That’s not even the case!”

Qu Mushi pulled her husband and whispered: "Sir, if he is just an ordinary person, even a small official, the most we can do is respect him. There is no need for this. But as far as I know, this official Song Xiaolang has no spiritual roots! "

Qu Buping's displeasure disappeared, and he was a little confused: "Without spiritual roots? How did he become a Yin Shen!"

Mrs. Qu Mu pulled her husband into the room and whispered: "I heard someone mention that some martial arts masters can reach the gods through martial arts, and can become Yinshen without spiritual roots. They are called martial arts masters.

Our family, A Yue, likes to wield knives and guns on weekdays. If he can learn from this great master of martial arts, he might be able to practice some Taoism. "

Qu Buping came to his senses and couldn't help but said: "No wonder Madam is so close to Zhou Xiuniang. It turns out she has ulterior motives."

"You heartless person, I'm not doing this for your sake!"

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In the early morning of the next day, Song Boyu went to a tailor shop to make a set of court clothes. He wore a futou, put the copper seal in his bag and hung it on his waist. He rode all the way to Jingping Yamen with the official notice in hand.

All the old officials who were acquainted with each other and had drinks with him came out to congratulate him, and even the boss, Sun Sansi, came out. However, while everyone else was congratulating, Sun Sansi was giving a warning.

The old monk pulled Song Boyu into his private room and said seriously: "Being a Ping Yilang official is not an easy job, especially for someone like you who is unlikely to improve in strength throughout his life. You shouldn't choose this path.

Although you enjoy the imperial court's monastic resources, you still have to face terrifying dangers, and since you don't have spiritual roots, you may not be able to use the monastic resources.

I may be speaking too briefly, but I think you should continue to take the official examination. In the future, you may be able to become an official of the fifth rank or above, and after your death, you will enter the Dragon Qi Blessed Land and enjoy happiness forever. "

Song Boyu was shocked, he didn't expect Sun Sansi to say such a thing, if Song Boyu really can't continue to practice, it can definitely be said to be golden and good advice.

He bowed and thanked him: "Thank you Lord Bo for the advice, but I still decided to work hard to become a Tongpingyilangguan. It would be a pity if I could only stop at the Yin Shen in my life. I plan to work hard and live up to this life." .”

Sun Sansi shook his head. He wanted to say that you have no spiritual roots, so how can you be diligent? But then he thought about it and looked at Song Boyu with fear in his eyes. Could it be that this son wanted to carry out a treacherous act of digging up spiritual bones?
Thinking of this, Sun Sansi looked cold and said with a strong voice: "In that case, I wish you eternal happiness in the immortal world." After that, he served tea to see off the guests.

Song Boyuzhang and the second monk couldn't figure it out, but he didn't think about it with Sun San, and left directly after bowing.

Going alone to the thatched cottage where Zeng Wansui was staying in Jingping, Song Boyu met Zeng Wansui again.

Zeng Wansui has a majestic appearance and restrained sharpness. If you don't look at it with divine jade black and yellow eyes, you can't figure out the depth of his strength.

At such a close distance, Song Boyu did not dare to move rashly and did not try to observe this person again.

Zeng Wansui was still studying the puppet chessboard. When he saw Song Boyu coming, he just nodded slightly and said nothing. After half an hour, when Song Boyu couldn't bear it anymore, the man finally spoke.

"Boyu has a very good heart. The way of cultivating immortals is like this. Most of the time, we have to wait patiently, neither humble nor overbearing, and wait for the flowers to bloom and the birds to sing."

As he spoke, Zeng Wansui moved the puppet one space, and said to Song Boyu with a gentle expression: "How about a game of puppet chess with me?"

Song Boyu bowed his head and said, "It's an honor to talk with the adults, but I've never been in it before, so I'm afraid I don't understand the rules."

Zeng Wansui smiled mysteriously and played with the puppet in his hand: "It doesn't matter. There are no taboos on the path of practice. Puppet chess is also a chess game for practice. Now that the chess game is at a deadlock, we just need a person to break the game."

Seeing what the other party said, Song Boyu couldn't refuse, so he had to bite the bullet and watch the chess game. This time, he felt that the energy was pulling him, which was profound.

It seems that some mysterious power has woven a huge net, making people feel as if they are facing an abyss, making them feel dizzy and difficult to move.

Each puppet on the puppet chessboard seemed to change in an instant, turning into a terrifying beast. The battle between the two parties was indeed a deep quagmire, and they were inseparable.

The golden light of merit behind Song Boyu contains a cloud of blue-purple heavenly merit and two rounds of black golden light outside. At this moment, it seems to be stimulated, and it spins rapidly, directly smashing the illusion of the chess game, and everything comes to naught.

With a clang, the puppet chess piece has fallen down and is at the most critical point of the chess game.

"Hahaha, that's how it is, that's how it is.

Boyu took this step very well. I have been thinking about it for a long time, but it is not as good as your easy step.

You go to Chen Daorong and tell him that I agree with his proposal. You take my letter and go to the forbidden warehouse with him. "

Song Boyu didn't know why, and before he had time to ask, he saw Zeng Wansui wave his hand, and the strong wind blew up, and he flew out of the thatched cottage. If Song Boyu hadn't stood upright, he would have fallen flat on his face.

"This Jingping order is too arbitrary." Song Boyu muttered and turned to look for Chen Daorong. Chen Daorong was quietly practicing swordsmanship. Song Boyu waited aside for a while and explained the situation after he finished his work.

Chen Daorong was very happy and took Song Boyu and ran to the forbidden warehouse deep in the secret realm.

"I didn't expect your father to agree so quickly. It seems that being able to play chess is really different. Boyu, let's talk in detail after we get to the forbidden warehouse."

The two of them arrived at the forbidden warehouse together. It was quite a gloomy place. Song Boyu looked at it with his divine jade black-yellow eyes. He could see many black and evil spirits rising into the sky. It was definitely not a good place.

Fortunately, there is a Haechi that suppresses the vision of luck, otherwise the entire secret realm may not be spared if these black evil energies spurt out.

(End of this chapter)