Changsheng: My experience in patrolling the liver

Chapter 177 Three years, the body is finally perfected!

Song Changming did not deal with Jiang Maocai privately, but only broke his hands and feet.

Afterwards, the seriously injured and disabled Qi-refining assassin was handed over to the county magistrate Li Yan.

Now that Gu Wenhui and the Second Prince have become sworn enemies, he will certainly not let go of the martial arts followers around the Second Prince. Perhaps he can even make use of him to cause trouble for the Second Prince.

When Li Yan heard that this man was a Qi-refining cultivator, he immediately decided to send a large number of troops to escort Jiang Maocai to Nanyang.

After this incident, Li Yangjia sent guards to strictly check the military personnel entering and leaving the city gate.

Especially for warriors coming from the north, they have to go through strict questioning and their identities have to be verified.

He was worried that the Second Prince would send someone to assassinate Song Changming today but failed, and would send someone to assassinate him, the county magistrate, another day.

And he doesn't have Song Changming's powerful strength, so he will really be doomed to death when the time comes.

Although the Second Prince might not care about a small county magistrate like him, he had to be more cautious and do something, regardless of whether it was useful or not.

Song Zhai.

Song Ping'an was relieved to see Song Changming return safely.

He had also swallowed the Dragon Ball and had opened the Underworld Sea. His perception was very strong and he could feel the powerful aura and might of this uninvited guest tonight.

Knowing that the level of his opponent tonight is very high, he is afraid that Song Changming will not be able to deal with it and will be in danger.

Fortunately, it turned out that he was worrying too much.

Although the opponent is strong, he is still not as strong as our own Brother Song!
"It's okay, go and have a rest." Song Changming said to Song Ping'an.

"Then Brother Song should rest early too."

"Ah."

Song Changming threw the dragon-patterned knife in his hand to Dabai and let it carry it back into the house.

He sat alone in the yard, reviewing the battle that had just taken place.

In fact, Jiang Maocai who came tonight was indeed a strong opponent. In terms of personal strength, he was much better than the previous victorious general Xue Boyan.

If it was a few months ago, Song Changming had been attacked by the other party.

Even if he activated the secret technique of blood explosion, he was not sure he could defeat the opponent, and he might not even be able to escape from the opponent's pursuit.

I can only say fortunately.

Fortunately, after defeating Xue Boyan, he also received a generous annual reward, which made his strength advance by leaps and bounds in just over two months, ushering in a huge increase!
He didn't even need to activate the blood explosion secret technique to overdraw himself, and he could still kill the opponent.

But this battle does not mean that the crisis is over.

If the Second Prince continues to pursue him, the enemies he sends will definitely be stronger.

It is unknown whether he will be able to kill the powerful enemy like he did today.

He only hoped that the court and Gu Wenhui could put enough pressure on the Second Prince so that he would have no time to care about him for a short period of time.

Despite this, he still had to continue improving his strength and must not let down his guard.

If no one can punish the second prince in the future, he will do it himself!

The courtyard fell silent. Song Changming sat alone on a stone bench, a cold light in his eyes, thinking about this matter.

He never holds back on his enemies.

Even a great king like the Second Prince who rules a region is no exception.

As long as he is strong enough, he will kill the king!
To avoid future troubles!

As time went by, Gu Wenhui of Nanyang was indeed powerful. Although he did not directly declare war on the Second Prince, he came up with many ingenious schemes in private, which made the Second Prince's side extremely anxious and suffered repeated losses.

He no longer had time to care about the little Song Changming.

Two years passed in a blink of an eye.

On a small hill in a deserted village outside Donglai County.

There is another tombstone next to Song’s father’s tombstone.

Song's mother passed away this year. According to her wishes, Song Changming buried her next to Song's father, snuggling up to each other.

Behind them are two newly erected tombstones, which represent the two children that the old couple missed all their lives.

The eldest brother is Song Changping, and the second brother is Song Changan.

Song's mother hoped to find Song's father and his two children after her death, so she asked Song Changming to do so.

Song Yu, who was standing aside, had red eyes and tears welled up in his eyes.

Song Changming was also a little dazed. After coming to this world, the two elders who had spent the longest time with him left one after another.

He just felt that the two most important ties that were attached to him were broken.

This made his heart suddenly feel empty, as if there were two huge holes that were difficult to fill.

A faint feeling of emptiness lingered in my heart and could not be shaken off for many days.

He knew that his two elders would eventually pass away, and under his care, they lived a long life in their old age, without suffering from serious illness or pain, and both passed away peacefully.

One of the important reasons why Song Changming stayed in Donglai County and refused to go anywhere else was that he wanted to stay by his parents' side every day and accompany them throughout their entire old age.

Now, this period of companionship has come to an end, and Song Changming has fulfilled his obligations as a child very well.

The gentle mountain breeze blew past, like a pair of soft hands brushing his cheeks, and finally returned to the sky.

Even if he is reluctant, he should let it go and look forward.
"Third sister, please take care of our parents if I am not around in the future," Song Changming said to Song Yu beside him.

He knew that he would eventually leave Donglai County, it was just a matter of time.

"Don't worry, Changming. As long as our Zhao family exists, there will always be someone to take care of and clean the Song family's tombstone." Zhao Huaiming solemnly made a promise to Song Changming.

Whether it was the fact that Song Changming promoted him to patrol chief, or that he saved his family before, this favor was enough for him to remember it in his heart and not dare to forget it.

"Thank you." Song Changming nodded.

Glancing behind me, in today's atmosphere, the two dogs that came with me have lost their former vitality. Their tails and ears drooped listlessly, and they showed no interest in the fresh environment around them.

"Let's go back."

More than a year passed like this.

Time flies like an arrow. These three years have passed by quietly in the mortal world without us noticing.

In the past three years, countless old lives have passed away, and countless new lives have come into being.

On the stage, some people leave and some come on.
In the Song residence.

At this moment, Song Changming's skin felt hot and red, and the stinging sensation was as if he was being pierced by thousands of steel needles, accompanied by the feeling of being burned by fire.

If someone who didn't know the situation saw Song Changming at this moment, they would probably think he was about to be steamed to death.

It was unknown how long it took before the stinging sensation on his body dissipated.

A lot of skin flakes and keratin fell off his body, and the new skin was smoother and tougher!

"Done!" Song Changming looked at his hands and felt like a new person!
The calluses on his hands from practicing martial arts fell off one after another, and his five fingers returned to their original slender shape, no longer rough.

Open the personal panel and practice martial arts.

Bone strengthening, the ninth extreme!
Marrow cleansing, the ninth level!
Training the flesh, the ninth extreme!
Now, the last item of skin refining has also completed the final round of strengthening and transformation, reaching the ninth extreme level!

"It's not easy." Song Changming couldn't help but sigh.

He has been refining his body for more than ten years, starting from an ignorant boy of more than ten years old, and now he is over thirty years old, and has finally achieved the state of supreme perfection!
His body cultivation was perfect and flawless!

"Congratulations, Brother Song, for your great success!" Song Ping'an imitated the outsiders, bowed, clasped his hands, and said with a smile.

"What great road? It's just the end of a small stage on the road of martial arts." Song Changming shook his head and chuckled.

Although reaching the state of great perfection in body refining is an achievement that is indeed very rare, Song Changming is also very clear that this is far from the end of cultivation.

He will not stop practicing martial arts here.

"If you ask me, the Zhuji Pavilion is just so-so. With your strength, how is it possible that you are only ranked so far down on the Earth List!" Song Ping'an said indignantly, holding the latest Jianghu Secrets Record in his hand.

Three years have passed, and although Song Changming is still on the list, as more and more outstanding people appear in the world, his seat has been squeezed to the very end, and he may fall off the list at any time.

This is also what Song Ping'an is most dissatisfied with.

In his eyes, it would not be an exaggeration even if Song Changming ranked first on the Earth List.

Judging from the current ranking, one can only say that Zhuji Pavilion is blind and making random rankings.

Song Changming himself didn't care about this.

“After all, the Zhuji Pavilion is just a sect formed by a group of people. At most, it is a little old, but it is not a real omniscient god. Their ranking seats are mostly based on personal deeds and are finally ranked high and low.

I have been too low-key in the past few years and have no achievements worth mentioning, so my ranking is naturally not high. "

Song Changming said this casually, not taking the matter too seriously.

He took the wet wipes and wiped the new skin on his body.

Compared to the false reputation passed around by the outside world, he cared more about the gains from his own practice.

(End of this chapter)