After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect.

Chapter 147 146. Wu Xiang Gu Zu, a wedding banquet (8.1K words - long chapter, please subscribe)
On the top of the snowy mountain, Song Yan held the formless mask in his hand. Even though his spiritual sense had already explored it clearly, he still didn't dare to wear this kind of treasure easily. So he spent some time going to the edge of the evil land, trying to find a suitable person to help him try on the mask.

He will never tire of doing anything that can reduce risk by adding time.

On this day, after a light snowfall, the sky cleared up and some earthly villages could be seen faintly in the distance. The snow-covered autumn straw stacks had become so small that they were only as tall as a person. They sat in the warm golden sunshine, showing a cozy color.

There were children chasing and playing around the haystacks, their faces red, throwing snowballs, and their giggles could be heard from afar.
This scene made Song Yan suddenly calm down. He felt inexplicably relaxed and a happy smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

But then he couldn't help but wonder, how could there be a mortal village here?

After a little thought, he suddenly realized that he had already crossed the entire evil land including the mountains and arrived at the other side of the Ghost Gate.

This is a place called "Nanhuacheng".

Saying "Nanhua City" may sound unfamiliar, but if you say that this is the place where the Southern Branch of the "Qianhe Sect" was built, it will be much more familiar.

The Qianhe Sect is the national guardian sect of the Chu State. The Northern Sect is in the imperial capital, and even if the Southern Sect is just trying to be established, it will only be located in a large city of the Chu State on a mysterious vein.

This city is Nanhua City.

He came here unknowingly.

Song Yan shook his head. He didn't think there was "someone suitable to help him experiment with the formless mask" in this place.

But just in case, he released his spiritual sense and started searching while walking.

In a dark little woods.

The three demon cultivators were looking at the distant city through the trees while communicating quickly.

"The Qianhe Sect wants to establish a sect here, but have you ever asked us?"

"Although our Demon Cultivator Alliance is powerful, we cannot allow the Qianhe Sect to become powerful!"

"I heard that the Ghost Demon Sect's ancestor is very generous now, and anyone who does something good will be rewarded handsomely. Why don't we ambush near Nanhua City and see if we can catch any of the kids who are out alone. We can go back and interrogate them about the situation in the city, which will be a great achievement."

"Okay, that's great. This is actually not difficult to do. Someone will do it sooner or later, but if we do it first, we will definitely be rewarded, hehehe."

"Then everyone, please be alert and see which unlucky guy will come out in the near future. If not, grab a beautiful furnace tripod first."

The words had not yet been spoken, but they could no longer be continued.

It was because a man in black robes suddenly appeared in front of the three demon cultivators.

The man was wrapped in a face-covering cloak, and his appearance made the three people unable to breathe or move, as if they were frozen.

But what froze them was not the severe cold, but a shudder that came from the soul.

To them, the terrifying power surpassed that of a king and was like that of a demon.

The demon threw out a mask.

The demon cultivator on the opposite side caught it almost subconsciously.

The demon god said calmly: "Put it on."

The demon cultivator didn't dare, but the words of the demon god seemed to have magic power. He didn't dare to disobey, and he didn't even dare to say a few words to beg for mercy.

Fear and awe had made him lose the ability to speak.

The demon cultivator's mind went blank, but his hands obeyed the words of the demon god and put on the mask obediently.

After a few breaths, he was fine.

Song Yan said: "Try it."

The demon cultivator hurriedly began to try.

In a moment, his face began to change as he wished, sometimes male, sometimes female, and sometimes into another appearance. Although his body shape and aura did not change, his facial appearance changed so much that even Song Yan could not see any flaws.

In other words, if this evil cultivator transformed himself into a woman's face in front of him, unless he got in front of her and carefully explored the face with his hands and spiritual sense, he would never be able to discover that the face was fake.

Song Yan said: "What else?"

The demon cultivator panted for a long time before saying, "There are so many techniques and skills."

Song Yan said: "What else?"

The demon cultivator shook his head.

Song Yan waited for a while, took off the formless mask from the face of the evil cultivator, and tried it on the other two. After making sure that there was no problem, he split the sword light into three strands, and the bone-eroding sword energy was instantly activated, turning the three people into three pools of rotten water, and then he slowly put the formless mask on his own face.

After a brief trial, he discovered that his face could change as he wished, which was much more advanced than the illusions of the multi-tailed fox tribe.

Although the body shape cannot be changed and the breath cannot be restrained, once the facial appearance changes, it is extremely difficult to detect.

The demon cultivator he had just killed was only at the Lianxuan level, but after he put on the faceless mask and changed his appearance, even though he was at the Zifu level, he was unable to see if there was anything wrong with that man's face.

This is truly terrifying, and truly deserves the word “formless”.

And for him, this is an extreme "match". Although it cannot completely replace "illusion", it is safer and more reliable than "illusion". Even a powerful person cannot detect it.

In addition, there is actually a small spiritual world hidden in this mask, and the interior is like a tall tower in a library.

Song Yan took a quick look and found that although the spells were not massive, they were very numerous, no less than the collection of books in a sect. The most important point was that "the upper limit of the spells here is quite high."

Both Lianxuan and Jiang Palace have them.

It exists in the early, middle and late stages of Zifu.

There are even divine infants.

It can be said that with this mask, Song Yan has everything he needs in terms of martial arts and can practice all the way to the Divine Infant Realm.

He came to the bookshelf of the early Purple Mansion and quickly took out three volumes of spell books.

The first volume is "Pointing to the Stars".

The second volume is "The Hand That Shakes the Sky".

Volume 3: "Mountain and River Bow".

Each of these three volumes is quite mysterious, and they all involve the use of the power of the early Purple Mansion.

Song Yan quickly scanned it.

The "Star Finger" made the killing thoughts no longer rigid and easy to be dodged. When practiced to the highest level, the killing thoughts could form a hidden array, which had the effect of trapping people. Every time it was used, the opponent's foothold would be reduced by one circle. Want to escape? No way.

If Zhang Han had mastered this spell at the beginning, Song Yan would have no hope of counterattacking at all, because he would be trapped when Zhang Han attacked for the first time and would never be able to get close again.

"Heaven-Shaking Hand" allows practitioners to burst out with murderous intent far beyond the usual level in a short period of time, and condense the murderous intent into one place, falling from the sky with extremely astonishing power.

If we compare it with the Blood Hand that Song Yan learned from the Ghost Infant Sutra, the Blood Hand is like a "chicken claw", while the Heaven Shaking Hand is like a "bear paw".

The Mountain and River Bow is a Purple Mansion early stage magic spell specifically targeting "Sitting in the Mysterious Heart". As the name suggests, the Mountain and River Bow uses mountains and rivers as bows and killing thoughts as arrows. Once such a bow and arrow are drawn, both the range and power are extremely terrifying.

However, sitting upright in the Xuanxin is a prerequisite. Because only when you sit in the Xuanxin and use the power of mountains and rivers can you perform this technique.

Song Yan felt a sense of joy in his heart.

These three spells really made up for his dilemma of "entering the Purple Palace but being unable to do anything".

He looked up at the spell bookshelf of the middle stage of Purple Mansion, but found that there was a barrier between them.

After a little thought, he understood.

If you haven’t reached that level, you are not allowed to watch.

This is also the measure taken by the ancestors of the Wuxiang clan to prevent their descendants from being too ambitious and becoming obsessed.

But as Song Yan withdrew his gaze, he suddenly discovered another strange place.

There seems to be a cloud of mist on the top of this Purple Mansion Early Stage bookshelf.

In the mist, there is a book lying quietly.

I can't see the name clearly, but judging from its appearance and placement, it is most likely above "Finger of the Stars", "Hand of Shaking the Sky" and "Mountain and River Bow".

He looked towards the Crimson Palace again and found that there was such a special place on all the bookshelves, and there were even two or three books behind the mist in some places.

He thought for a moment and quickly raised his hand to grab it.

But as soon as he touched the mist, the mist was like an oil pan meeting fire, instantly spreading across the prairie, and the originally quietly floating mist turned into rolling upwards, forming a sesame-sized golden spot of light in the air.

Song Yan had some memories of this golden light spot. After he killed Grandma Zhu, a similar light spot emerged from Grandma Zhu's body.

As the memory flashed through his mind, the light spot rapidly expanded again, and like magic, it transformed into a kind-looking white-haired old man.

And those volumes of books also disappeared.

Song Yan looked at the white-haired old man.

The old man was also looking at him.

Suddenly, Song Yan bowed respectfully and said, "I am Tang Fan, a junior. Nice to meet you, senior. I wonder if you are an ancestor of my Wuxiang clan?"

The old man looked at him, his benevolent expression had disappeared, and he frowned and said, "If you are really my descendant, how could you not have the innate inheritance of my clan? How could you not be able to touch this top-level secret technique and wake me up?"

Song Yan looked at this old thing and had some guesses in his heart. He was afraid that he might be a strong man among the predecessors of Tang Fan's lineage in the ancient Wuxiang clan. Before the death, he used the secret technique to lock his thoughts into the Wuxiang mask to guide the younger generations and become a "portable grandfather".

However, he was not panicked at all. He sighed and said with shame: "I am ashamed of my ancestors for being robbed by thieves."

The old man was stunned for a moment, and said, "Tell me in detail."

The more you talk, the more mistakes you make. Song Yan naturally couldn't say anything complicated. He just said that foxes and wolves were causing chaos in the south of Chu State, and he had to flee south to avoid the disaster. While fleeing, he fell in love with a girl named Xing'er, and was taken to a place by Xing'er for a date. After that, he suddenly fell into a coma. When he woke up again, he found that he had lost the innate inheritance of the Wuxiang Clan.

The old man looked gloomy and asked, "What sect does Xing'er belong to?"

Song Yan was silent for a while, then said, "Grandfather, although Miss Xing'er is a demon cultivator from the Ghost Demon Sect, she is definitely not a bad person. She will not harm me. Moreover, after I woke up, I found that Xing'er was also unconscious, and there were even signs that her soul had been searched. If she hadn't been lucky, she would have gone crazy by now."

There was some excitement in his words.

The old man lowered his eyes, his expression was unpredictable. He was silent for a long time, sighed, and said, "Just like your father."

Since they were talking about "Tang Fan's father", Song Yan began to reminisce.

He would not have known these memories, but the infatuated man and woman in the prison had too much to talk about, so Xing'er knew many of Tang Fan's childhood memories during the chat.

And these memories have now become Song Yan's topic of conversation.

At the end of the conversation, he sighed and said, "My parents disappeared suddenly that year, and I moved with the villagers. It has been many years, but I don't know where they are."

The old man asked, "Where did you find this mask?"

Song Yan had naturally made preparations in advance and said that he returned to search and found it in the evil land after the earthquake. After that, he excitedly asked about the news of his parents.

The old man said, "My Wuxiang clan only allows marriages within the same clan, but your father fell in love with a woman from another clan, and then left his hometown and changed his name. Fortunately, they gave birth to you, and you still have the innate inheritance of my Wuxiang clan.

Your father was not ambitious, and was coveted by a close servant of the Wuxiang clan, who then plotted against him and attacked him. The final result was that your father and mother died at the hands of that servant. But after the servant succeeded, he was killed by your father due to negligence.

Your father was supposed to be in the Wuxiang clan, but he ended up like this because of a woman.

I didn't expect you to feel the same way.

Oh my God, why did my Feng Chengzi lineage end up like this?

Why? Why? I am really upset! "

Song Yan lowered his head and murmured, "So that's how it is." But then he clenched his fists, raised his head and looked at the ancestor of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan who called himself Feng Chengzi, and thought: "Even if I don't have the innate inheritance, I, Tang Fan, can still achieve the great way!"

Feng Chengzi stroked his white beard and looked at him quietly.

Song Yan's eyes were full of determination and vigor, the vigor of a young man who was fearless.

Yoshihisa
Feng Chengzi said, "Okay!"

Then he continued, "Although cultivating Xuan depends on chance and talent, it also depends on personal effort and character. You have gone through hardships, and although you have lost your talent, you have grown your character. Perhaps, you can really walk a path that my Wuxiang Ancient Clan has never walked before."

Song Yan clenched his fist and said, "What I lost, I will definitely get it back with my own hands!"

Feng Chengzi smiled with satisfaction and praised three times: "Good, good, good!"

After praising him, he continued, "Good boy, I will now teach you a secret technique to refine the mask. It will be connected to your soul, so that it can appear and disappear with a thought. This will also prevent it from being coveted by people with bad intentions."

Song Yan said respectfully: "Please speak, ancestor. I will listen attentively."

After a moment, a secret technique entered Song Yan's mind.

Perhaps because this secret technique is just a "special refining method for the formless mask", it is not directly displayed on the panel.

Feng Chengzi nodded and said, "Good boy, you go ahead and refine it. The key method here is to separate your spirit and soul and touch the core of this Spirit Book Pavilion. In this way, you can incorporate it into your spirit and soul."

Song Yan nodded.

He closed his eyes for a moment and silently said: "Use this secret technique to refine the formless mask."

[Your soul enters the Wuxiang Mask, and under the guidance of the ancient human race's divine infant thoughts, enters the core of the Wuxiang Mask. When you are about to touch the core, the ancient human race's divine infant thoughts suppress you. You begin to transform into the Wuxiang Mask's slave and return your lifespan.]

Song Yan opened his eyes and glanced at the amiable Feng Chengzi beside him.

The old man was neither impatient nor urging, but he had expectations for the younger generation.

Song Yan couldn't help but secretly thought: "Old man, your acting skills are really superb, I didn't see any flaws at all."

Seeing his hesitation, Feng Chengzi encouraged him again, "Good boy, don't be nervous. Think again about the steps I taught you. If you make a mistake, I'm here and will not let you fail."

Song Yan thought for a moment, and suddenly an idea came to him. He closed his eyes again and silently recited: "Use this secret technique together with the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to refine the Wuxiang Mask."

In an instant, new information emerged.

[You waved the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and more than 200,000 evil spirits followed the secret technique and entered the Wuxiang Mask. You blended in and easily came to the core area and touched it. But you were not able to refine the Wuxiang Mask because the core area was not here. The ancient human divine infant's thoughts rushed around among the evil spirits. Although it was hindered, it was always near the core area he designated, so it quickly came to you. He caught you and suppressed you. You began to transform and return your lifespan to the Wuxiang Mask slave.]

Song Yan:.
He is indeed an old man.

Even when there is only one thought left, it is difficult to hear the truth!

Traps come one after another.

He continued to try.

[You waved the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and more than 200,000 evil spirits followed the secret technique and entered the Wuxiang Mask. You mixed in among them and took advantage of the chaos to explore the real core area. You failed.]

You failed again

[You failed again.]

After failing thirteen times, the result finally changed.

[You succeeded. You found the real core. You have completely refined the Mask of No Form. Although the Divine Infant Mind of the Ancient Human Race cannot be refined by you, it cannot cause any harm to you.]

Feng Chengzi was still encouraging him.

"Good boy, you are the descendant of my Tangfeng City. After refining the Wuxiang Mask, you and I will work together to take back what you lost and return to the Wuxiang Clan together." Song Yan nodded and said, "Okay, I will work hard."

Feng Chengzi smiled with relief and nodded frequently.

The next moment, Song Yan raised his hand and spread the "One Lineage Invisible Trace Formation" around.

Although this formation is "outdated", it is still very useful in "blocking vision".

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner is so powerful that even if he tries his best to control it, it will definitely cause some disturbances.

With this formation, things will be much better.

In an instant, an invisible barrier rose up, separating everything in between.

The next moment, he reached out his right hand into the air and grabbed a flag emitting evil black smoke. He waved it in the wind, and the flag gradually grew larger, became several feet long, and then stuck into the ground.

Ghostly howls were heard immediately, and twisted and elongated wisps of evil spirits flew out from the banners, densely packed like black carp crossing a river. Thick smoke billowed like wolf smoke, and the sky suddenly disappeared from the formation.

Song Yan raised his hand and pointed at the faceless mask.

Whoosh whoosh!
Whoosh whoosh!
Countless evil spirits obeyed the order and rushed madly into the faceless mask.

Feng Chengzi was originally waiting for Song Yan to come in. When he saw the first spirit enter, he was happy for a moment. However, this joy did not last for even a moment. It froze instantly, and he felt completely cold.

Evil spirits appeared before his eyes in overwhelming numbers, like a raging tsunami.

Song Yan naturally followed the ghost tide and went straight to the correct refining location without hesitation.

Feng Chengzi saw this tide of ghosts and knew that the other side was not going to act anymore. He immediately shouted angrily: "This is against the will of heaven and earth! Since you, the devil, know so much about Xiaofan's affairs, Xiaofan must have met with an accident long ago! Today, I am here, and you can't even think about refining the Wuxiang Mask!"

After saying that, the white-haired old man quickly rushed towards the "fake core" he mentioned.

When he arrived at the "fake core", he tried hard to protect it, and repelled the evil spirits that rushed towards him one by one, as if he was afraid that Song Yan would come over.

Until this time, he was still fishing.

But Song Yan had already reached the correct "real core".

In a short while, the formless mask was truly integrated into his soul.

This ancient clan inheritance that contains the idea of ​​a divine infant is obviously an extraordinary thing. This kind of method hidden in the soul is also the first time that Song Yan has seen it.

He stood in the Soul Book Pavilion of the Wuxiang Mask, waved his hand, took back the evil ghost in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, then looked at the white-haired old man in the distance with a smile, bowed slightly and said: "Junior Zhang Han, meet Senior Feng Chengzi."

The white-haired old man looked at him coldly.

At this moment, he had already understood that the faceless mask that belonged uniquely to his lineage had really changed hands.

This kind of thing has never happened in the history of the Wuxiang clan!
A feeling of "great shame and humiliation" still arose in his mind.

If his intention was not to "teach the younger generation" and he was unable to kill anyone, he would have cut the villain into pieces and turned his bones into ashes.

He snorted coldly and said, “You can read the spells outside, but don’t even think about touching the core secrets!!

You evil villain, my eyes will be polluted if I look at you for even one more moment!

I don’t care anymore. I’m going to take a nap. When I wake up, I’m afraid you, the evil villain, will have died miserably.

When the next person who picks up the Wuxiang Mask shows up, I will talk to him."

As he spoke, Feng Chengzi was about to disappear.

But he suddenly stopped again.

Because Song Yan's light words kept him here.

Song Yan said: "Tang Fan is not dead, I will take you to see him."

Feng Chengzi sneered: "Do you think I will believe it?

As for creating a fake Xiaofan, you're overthinking it.

When each Wuxiang member is born, his parents will awaken the ancestors in the mask and let them remember the breath of the younger generation.

Even if many years have passed, as long as the name and the aura match, it is still correct and has been passed down."

Song Yan smiled and said, "I'm not lying. Besides, it won't take long anyway. Don't you agree, senior?"

Feng Chengzi was silent for a long time, and suddenly said: "If Xiaofan were alive, you would definitely use him to threaten me.

I will pass on the secret technique to you and teach you how to practice it, but you still cannot keep Xiaofan.

Do you think I am an ignorant person who would make such a deal with you?"

Song Yan said: "I can't guarantee whether Tang Fan can survive, because he has been involved in a bigger incident.

But I promised that he would have offspring before he left.

After that, even in that incident, I will try my best to protect him."

Feng Chengzi asked: "What bigger event?"

Song Yan said: "The soul threshold of the king."

Feng Chengzi asked curiously, "King's Soul Threshold, what kind of Soul Threshold is this?"

Song Yan told Feng Chengzi everything about the "Tiger Clan". Feng Chengzi's face changed drastically after listening to him. He said sternly: "As long as you can prevent Xiao Fan from going, I will make a deal with you.

Although I don't know how dangerous this kind of place is, the danger level is too high and unpredictable.

Let alone Xiaofan, even if you, a devil, went there, there would be little chance of survival!
How do you protect him?!
How can you protect him?
Take Xiaofan and run away. I will help you!"

Song Yan said: "If you can run, you would have run a long time ago, but you can't run."

Feng Chengzi fell silent again.

After a long time, he said: "After you let me see Xiaofan, I will release the secret technique corresponding to your current realm, and you can find a way to let Xiaofan leave offspring, and then. Do your best to protect him in the King's Soul Threshold.

If Xiaofan leaves the Soul Threshold of the King alive, I will teach you the subsequent secret techniques one by one, and you can watch them when you reach a certain level.

By then, you will have Xiaofan in your hands, so you don't have to worry about me going back on my word.

Apart from that, I don’t believe you. Now that you have become the owner of the faceless mask, external permissions can be activated.

From now on, I will open up my permissions and watch you and your surroundings with my own eyes to prevent you from cheating again.

Isn’t that too much?”

Song Yan smiled and said, "It's not too much."

As soon as he thought about it, the scenery outside fell into Feng Chengzi's eyes.

In winter, the forest is covered with snow.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner has been put away, and several puddles of rotten water have sunk into the mud.

The setting sun shone through the tall trees, illuminating the snow with a bright red.

Song Yan ignored the old man in the mask, put on his hood again, looked in the direction of Nanhua City, and suddenly froze.

Because from the top of the city wall in the distance, flying swords suddenly appeared, and they flew up in rows like cranes in the clouds, reflecting the glow of the twilight, with a bit of ethereal and immortal air, and the one leading them was Fang Qingmeng.

After Fang Qingmeng, there is Li Huai.

Two people stood with a flying sword.

Li Huai was extremely nervous and stood motionless behind the flying sword.

At this moment, a carriage suddenly came out of the city gate and stopped under the flying sword. The curtain was lifted, and several people Song Yan was familiar with jumped out.

Xiaohuan, Shuangyun, and three children
They all waved towards the sky with smiles and anticipation.

Li Huai, who was originally nervous, seemed to have sensed something and also lowered his head and waved downwards.

Song Yan stood in the distance, silently watching their smiles, and laughed along with them, muttering in his heart: "Goodbye."

Feng Chengzi naturally saw what he saw.

Just when Feng Chengzi thought that this demon would rush over to kill people, Song Yan suddenly turned around and went back to the direction of the evil place.

He wanted to pass through the evil land and return to the Ghost Demon Gate.

Feng Chengzi asked in confusion: "Zhang Han, what are you doing here? Are you here to attack the city and serve as a scout? That doesn't seem like it. You should be able to kill those little guys who left the city with just a wave of your hand. Is there a strong man in the city?"

Song Yan said: "You should wait and see Fanzi."

More than half a month later.

Ghost gate.

Heaven Prison.

"Stop! What are you doing?"

"The ancestor just returned. He said that you are very important to him. Xing'er wanted to save you, and the consequences are very serious. So, of course, she must be killed to serve as a warning to others."

"Ancestor? Which ancestor? Zhang Han?"

"How dare you! Do you think you can call the ancestor by his name?!"

"Hahaha. I want to see him." Tang Fan laughed angrily. Seeing that the demon cultivator outside the cage was indifferent, he said sternly, "Otherwise, I will kill you without any action!"

The demon cultivator said, "What do you want to do?"

Tang Fan said: "Although my realm has fallen and I can't escape. But if I don't want to live, I still have a way to do it. Guess, if something happens to me, will the ancestor you mentioned peel off your skin and pull out your tendons?"

The demon cultivator was stunned for a moment, his expression changed several times, and he was obviously starting to panic.

Tang Fan looked at Xing'er who was being dragged and said coldly, "Why don't you let her go? Then... I want to see Zhang Han!"

The demon cultivator rolled his eyes and waved his hands hurriedly.

Xing'er was pushed back into the cage. She stumbled to Tang Fan's side and shed tears silently.

Tang Fan raised his hand to protect her shoulders and said gently, "It's okay, it's okay."

The demon cultivator outside the prison left in a hurry to report.

After a while.
Tang Fan, who was dirty all over and had his hands shackled, came to a luxurious warm room, where he saw the ferocious man in black robe sitting in the middle with his legs apart, with a beautiful young lady sitting on one side. From time to time, he opened his mouth and let the young lady feed him fruit.

As if noticing his entry, the vicious black-robed man shifted his gaze, looked at him, and asked with a smile: "Xiao Tang, are you not used to being in prison?"

Tang Fan said coldly: "Let Xing'er go."

Song Yan was silent.

Tang Fan said: "Xing'er is just a nobody to you who can be killed or not, so let her go."

Song Yan raised his hand and beckoned, saying, "Come to me."

Tang Fan snorted coldly, but still followed his instructions and stepped forward.

When she stood in front of Song Yan, Song Yan shook his legs and arched his plump buttocks.

Yunxiang understood, smiled sweetly, stood up, bowed to Song Yanwei, and then left.

Song Yan looked at Tang Fan, and Feng Chengzi was also looking at him.

Song Yanmo asked: "Senior, did you see it clearly?"

Feng Chengzi nodded, but then said: "If you break your oath and raise the price, even if you want to kill Xiaofan, or even his descendants, I will never frown or talk nonsense with you."

Song Yan said "Of course", then looked at Tang Fan, brushed off the dust on his clothes, and said: "Xing'er is just a witch, how much do you know about her? How do you know she is not a bad person who wants to harm you?"

Tang Fan said: "There are some things you won't understand."

Song Yan looked at him quietly.

Tang Fan looked at him without averting his eyes.

For a moment, Song Yan didn't even bother to say the teasing words he had intended to say.

He stood up, patted Tang Fan on the shoulder, and said, "Then marry her.

You are going with me to the King's Soul Threshold. I don't know whether you can come back after this trip.

There are three kinds of unfilial piety, and no one is the greatest.

Leave the offspring behind. I will let Wu Fangtian treat it as his own son and raise it well."

Tang Fan was stunned.

Song Yan said: "If you don't agree, I will have someone kill Xing'er. She is of no value anyway."

Tang Fan was silent for a long time. Amidst the long sigh of Feng Chengzi, who was wearing the faceless mask, he said firmly, "I agree, but I still have to ask Xing'er. Only if she agrees, then it will be okay."

Song Yan said: "Okay, as you say."

Tang Fan bowed deeply and said simply, "Thank you."

After saying that, he turned and walked away, his back straight.

"Stupid! Really stupid!" Feng Chengzi roared angrily. At first he thought that the devil's performance as Tang Fan was just pretending, but he didn't expect that he actually acted exactly like that and showed the essence of it!
Song Yan said: "He is a good boy. I am beginning to like him a little bit."

Seven days later.

Auspicious days of the zodiac.

The gloomy and gloomy Guishamen rarely welcomed a festive occasion.

Red silk flutters, “囍” characters are posted, and amid the sound of firecrackers, fireworks surge into the sky like a spring. The colorful colors illuminate and warm the early spring night.

Xing'er is stunningly beautiful in her red dress.

However, Tang Fan was toasting and drinking with others in this evil base camp. He drank with big gulps and drank without stopping, without any restraint.

He drank so much that tears came to his eyes, but he kept drinking.

Others are drunk.

When you are drunk, you don’t know anything.

Xing'er's heart suddenly moved. She quietly moved and came to a rockery. Looking at Song Yan who was looking up at the moon, she said in a coquettish voice: "Grandpa, he is drunk. Do you want Xing'er to serve him first?"

Song Yan looked at her coldly and said, "If you betray him, I will not forgive you."

Xing'er was startled and shocked, and said "yes" repeatedly, then returned to the banquet, stood there gracefully, and waited quietly for the end of tonight.

(End of this chapter)