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

Chapter 214 213. Goodbye Tang Ningxin, Biluo Cunjian Weng (7.4K words - long chapter, please subscribe)
A few days later, Song Yan went to Zumai Yingzhai, and order had been restored in the studio. A man with a mature face and elegant temperament was giving brief instructions and encouragement in the front.

"My Wuxiang Ancient Clan is a great clan with thousands of years of history. We have experienced countless storms and waves. Even if one person rebels now, this Yingzhai can still survive without her!"

Tang Yi stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the ancient clan disciples in Yingzhai, and said loudly, "Our clan prospers together and humiliates together. I hope you can quickly take over Yingzhai and let my Wuxiang ancient clan resume observation of the surrounding area."

After that, he began to patrol the studio again. When he saw Song Yanshi coming in, he quickly stepped forward and said gently, "Xiao Zhang, I heard about your story. Those Sword Alliance disciples have been forcing you so hard, and one day they will definitely fight back. You should take good care of your injuries."

After saying that, Tang Yi patted Song Yan on the shoulder again and gave the young man an encouraging smile.

Song Yan said: "Thank you, but I think I have almost recovered and should be able to come to work."

Tang Yi smiled and said, "The next clan gathering is not far away. Do you have a girl you like? The clan is much more relaxed now. Even if you like a female cultivator outside, you can send someone to act as a matchmaker."

Song Yan was stunned and asked, "Really?"

Tang Yi smiled and said, "It seems like you really have it, hahahaha, if you need me for anything, just let me know."

Song Yan seemed to be infected by his enthusiasm and said deeply: "Thank you, Steward."

Tang Yi nodded and walked away.

Speaking of which, he actually knew that something big had happened in his family. After all, in his impression, Clan Leader Tang Xiaoxuan was not like that before, and Ancestor Ning Xin did not have that kind of attitude towards the Clan Leader.

But such a big thing, how could he, a manager who didn't even have a faceless mask and was not even an elder, touch upon it?
But he has lived here for many years, his wife, children and mother are all here, and he has long been tied to this place.

As long as the Wuxiang Ancient Clan exists, he will exist; as long as the Wuxiang Ancient Clan perishes, he will perish.

Who cares what is good and what is evil? Who can tell the difference?

He just wanted to protect his family.

Song Yan came to the film studio.

The room was managed by an elder, who was currently counting the stock of demon bird shadow puppets.

Nowadays, the "Hundred Aspects Divine Control" method combined with shadow puppets is the best way to explore, and the disciples of the ancient clan are capable of controlling dozens to dozens of shadow puppets by themselves.

"Tang Zhang, come here quickly and see what shadow puppets you need to add."

Song Yan walked over and said with a wry smile: "My disciples' shadow puppets have been used up and all left outside."

The elder said, "That's fine. Choose quickly, and then follow the unified dispatch and be responsible for monitoring the area."

After saying that, he suddenly thought of something and said, "If you haven't recovered yet, then you should heal your wounds first. Now there is a shortage of people in my clan, and there is no suitable disciple to take your place. Otherwise, I will arrange for you to take charge of the internal affairs in the Shadow Studio, and you don't need to go out."

Just then, a young man raised his hand and said, "I can!"

Song Yan looked at the young man.

The boy looked quite heroic and free and easy, his eyes filled with a strong desire to perform.

In fact, the film studio is divided into external affairs and internal affairs.

In the past, external affairs were more popular than internal affairs, but after coming to this Level 2 cultivation area, the danger level of external affairs has increased greatly.

Song Yan knew from Tang Zhang's memory that Tang Zhang had applied for transfer to the Internal Affairs Department many times, but was rejected every time. This was because the requirements for the External Affairs Department were actually a little higher, and the Wuxiang Ancient Clan usually used their own people who were truly trustworthy.

And the young man who jumped out now was Tang Yi's son Tang Xing.

"You?" The elder glanced at Tang Xing and said, "You'd better focus on leatherworking. You don't have enough experience in these external affairs. Learn more from the seniors and wait for an opportunity in the future."

Tang Xing said anxiously: "Elder, Brother Zhang was seriously injured and now needs more time to recuperate. I will take his place temporarily. When he recovers, I will return him to him."

The elder interrupted with a wave of his hand: "Not appropriate."

After that, he looked at Song Yan again and said in a gentle voice: "Xiao Zhang, if you are still not feeling well, take a rest and I will wait for you here. If you feel okay, you can also make shadow puppets in the studio for a few days to recover."

Song Yan nodded and said, "Elder, I will stay in the hall for a few days and then go out on duty after my injuries are healed."

On the other side, Tang Xing lowered his eyes slightly, with a hint of sadness in his eyes, and then walked away silently.

There is no faceless mask in his lineage, so he is born inferior to others.

Song Yan shouted, "Tang Xing."

Tang Xing paused, turned around and saluted, "Brother Zhang?"

Song Yan smiled and said, "Just sit opposite me. I don't do much housework, so it's a good opportunity for you to guide me."

Tang Xing was stunned for a moment, then slowly sat down.

Song Yan lowered his skills to Tang Zhang's level and relived a day's work of leather making.

While making leather, he chatted with Tang Xing. Tang Xing taught him some details of internal affairs, while he taught Tang Xing some points to pay attention to when on duty. In the evening, someone came to chat with him again, and he was happy to chat with him. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. He was used to the change of his status. But the atmosphere of the chat was quite heavy. During the chat, Song Yan heard a young internal affairs disciple not far away whispering "I miss home".
No one answered, but everyone knew where the home the young disciple was talking about was.

The atmosphere remained depressed until half a month later, when good news suddenly came from the ancestral lineage: "Ancestor Ning Xin is back."

The return of Ancestor Ning Xin directly injected vitality and hope into the disciples of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, allowing them to find their backbone.

The clan leaders and elders gathered around and reported to Ancestor Ning Xin about the clan's recent situation.

Tang Ningxin comforted everyone and then began to secretly search for Song Yan.

The faceless mask and talent can certainly change one's appearance and aura, but as the confidant of the faceless ancestor, Tang Ningxin still has mastered some special identification methods.

A month later.
Outside the studio, in the courtyard.
Song Yan and Tang Xing were chatting animatedly under an old tree. They were talking about wine, beauties, their ideals in life, and the realm of cultivation. They looked like they were having a great time.

Tang Xing bowed and said, "I never thought that Brother Zhang and I would have such similar interests. When we are settled down in the future, I will definitely invite you to the market, and I will host you then."

Song Yan smiled and was about to answer, but suddenly he felt something in his heart and tilted his head slightly.

A breeze was coming from outside the courtyard, swirling around, rolling up leaves, and making rustling sounds like wind chimes swaying.

Tang Xing felt the sudden silence and following his brother Zhang's expression, he subconsciously looked towards the direction where the wind was blowing.

But at the entrance, the bright sunlight outlined a wonderful shadow that seemed to be made of golden light, and the green skirt was like rippling water, which made people feel suffocated by the stunning beauty.

Tang Xing realized who was coming. The next moment, he jumped up hastily, lowered his eyes, bowed respectfully to the ground, and said, "Ancestor!"

In the studio, voices respectfully addressing "Old Ancestor" were heard one after another.

Song Yan also prostrated himself on the ground and respectfully called him, "Grandmaster."

He listened to the footsteps approaching, watched the spotless white water cloud shoes slowly approaching him, and at the same time felt the nervousness of the green-clothed goddess who was slowly approaching.

Soon, he heard Tang Ningxin say calmly, "Tang Zhang, follow me."

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, until Tang Xing pushed him, he pointed at himself in surprise and said, "Me, me?"

Tang Ningxin looked down at the young man kneeling in front of her. After investigating day and night for these days, she was completely sure that Song Yan, who used the "faceless mask" to integrate into the tribe, was the young man in front of her.

But the boy's performance was so realistic that she didn't know what to say.

Tangning nodded and replied, "It's you."

Song Yan stood up flattered, and then, in the envious looks of everyone, he turned into a rainbow with Ancestor Ning Xin and flew to the bank of the Tianchi Lake on the top of the ancestral mountain.

The Tianchi Lake is still there, with petals falling everywhere, but the dragon in the pool is no longer there.

As soon as they arrived at Tianchi, Tang Ningxin waved her hand to isolate the place from sight and hearing. Then she turned around, looking like a wife who had been away for a long time. Her pretty face showed a bit of resentment, and she said in a half-angry and half-coquettish tone: "Song Yan, you have kept it from me so hard."

"Ancestor, what are you talking about?" Song Yan looked at her in astonishment, as if he would refuse to admit it even if he was found out.

Tangning thought to herself, "Back then, I was waiting for you at the Void Ruins, hoping that you would come back, but you never showed up. Do you know how upset I was?"

She sighed and said, "I know I am wrong, but who doesn't have a stand? Everything I did was for the Wuxiang Ancient Clan. For this, I would not hesitate even if I sacrificed myself.

I also know that I have done something wrong to you, and I also know that you will not forgive me, so I am here now, and I will accept whatever you want me to do. "

After she finished speaking, she raised her head slightly and looked into the distance. There were some tears in her beautiful eyes. She parted her red lips and whispered softly, "I really hoped that you would become a divine infant, and I also imagined that you would step into this place under the gaze of everyone. At that time, I would tell everyone that you are my Taoist partner, and I will share the good and bad times with you and never leave you."

The astonishment on Song Yan's face slowly disappeared. He took off his faceless mask, revealing his true appearance, and said, "Don't pretend, Tang Ningxin. Yin Yang Xuanlong has told me everything. I roughly know what you are doing here."

When Tang Ningxin saw his face, even though she was mentally prepared, she still looked a little dazed.

She really couldn't imagine how this kid in front of her could have soared to the sky?
Obviously, at that time, he was just a little guy in the early stage of Purple Mansion.

Tang Ningxin lowered her head and said, "Ningxin has no other request, I just hope you can calm down your anger. Your position in the past is your position today."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly screamed, because Song Yan had pulled her to his side fiercely.

But after the exclamation, the green-robed goddess gently leaned towards the man in front of her, bending her neck to welcome him.

The water of Tianchi suddenly fell in like a meteor, breaking to both sides and creating huge waves.

Two figures gradually sank in the pool, quickly at first, but then slowly as the water pressure increased. The sunlight around them faded, the cold water became extremely dark, and they were only one step away from the muddy lake bed at the bottom.

Boom!
Song Yan brought Tang Ningxin to the lake bed.

The water is boiling.

Song Yan has never been a gentleman. How could he not eat the fat meat that was delivered to his mouth?
At this moment, he began to feel the happiness and relief brought to him by this green-robed goddess.

For a long time.
The two returned to the shore of Tianchi Lake.

Tang Ningxin cleaned the wet hair and Song Yan's body, and then helped him put on his robe. Then she knelt gently beside him and looked into the distance with his gaze.

The raging waves in Tianchi Lake have subsided, and the sunlight shining in the sky at noon has turned into a gorgeous red twilight. A breeze blows by, and the lake surface ripples, which makes people feel relaxed and happy, and their hearts are peaceful.

The noble and cold-looking Ning Xin Patriarch disappeared, and was replaced by a considerate Taoist partner who was like a virtuous wife.

She said softly, "I hunted a rare fish monster a few days ago. The shark fin was plump and delicious. It just so happens that I want to get my fingers wet with some fish fins."

Song Yan smiled and said, "Want to grab my stomach first?"

Tang Ningxin became more gentle, lowered her head slightly, as if shy like a water lotus, and then whispered: "In fact, in Ningxin's heart, you have long been my Taoist partner. No matter what you think, Ningxin is just doing her duty as a Taoist partner."

Song Yan smiled and said, "Then remember to add more poison when cooking the fish. This is your only chance, don't let it slip away."

Tang Ningxin glared at him coquettishly, and then said in a slightly angry tone, "I was about to say this just now, but I forgot about it when you interrupted me. I still have to tell you now.

There is no one in the world who is more talented than you. Haven't you heard that times have changed?
If Ning Xin, or even the First Ancestor had known that you have such ability, who would have set their sights on you?"

After saying that, she gently hit Song Yan's arm like an angry young wife, and said resentfully: "Isn't it that my husband is deliberately showing weakness? If not, Ning Xin would have fallen in love with my husband a long time ago? Isn't this true? Isn't this true?"

Song Yan admired Tang Ningxin very much. If he had been a little bit weak in mind, he would have been fooled by this little bitch.

At this moment, he pretended to be thoughtful and said, "Go ahead."

Tang Ningxin stood up happily and said, "The last time Ningxin cooked for a man was when she was a young girl thousands of years ago. At that time, Ningxin cooked for her father. Now I cook for my husband. It is said that women rely on their fathers when they are young, and rely on their husbands when they grow up."

Having said that, he left without waiting for Song Yan's answer.

Soon, Song Yan smelled a fragrance.

Soon, the fragrance became stronger and stronger, so strong that he was already hungry even though he didn't need to eat.

Soon after, he felt that the gas mask that isolated the sight and sound of the inside and outside of the Zuma Tianchi was removed. On the mountain path, there were rainbow lights coming quickly from the bottom to the top.

Leading the group was a young boy and girl. Although both were young, their behavior was mature and they exuded the aura of an early Divine Infant.

Song Yan also recognized the identities of the couple. They were his former adoptive father Tang Xiaokong and adoptive mother Tang Yanfen.

Tang Xiaokong looked at the young man waiting for his meal under the tree. No matter how he felt in his heart, he put the plate on the table with both hands.

The plate contained a piece of plump fish with crispy golden skin and crispy fried fish scales facing upwards, all identifiable. There was also a dipping sauce similar to crab roe attached to the side.

Tang Xiaokong said loudly: "Ancestor Song, this dish is called 'Golden Scales Reflecting the Sun Leaping Through the Dragon Gate'. Ancestor Ning Xin cooked the demon fish called 'Frosty Scales and Jade Fat' into a dish. There are eighteen dishes in total, and this is the first one."

Tang Yanfen held up the second dish and said respectfully, "Ancestor Song, this dish is called 'Mysterious Frost Ice Soul Transformed into Dragon's Saliva'. It is made by rapidly cooling the monster fish after it is cooked, making it crystal clear. It still has some of the frost and snow flavor of the 'Frosty Scales and Jade Fat' itself, which is very refreshing."

Song Yan was silent.

He understood what Tang Ningxin meant. This second hand was a bond of family ties.

Having lived together for a hundred years, Tang Ningxin still had some understanding of him.

Song Yan narrowed his eyes, thought for a moment, and said nothing, "I see."

Tang Xiaokong smiled and said, "Thanks to the help of my ancestor, I was able to obtain the Xuanhuang substance and use the True Spirit Remnant Jade to quickly break through."

Song Yan sighed softly and said, "Take care on your journey ahead."

Tang Xiaokong and Tang Yanfen saluted again, then turned and left.

Soon after, familiar figures came from afar, placed the dishes respectfully on the table, introduced the names of the dishes with a smile, and then bowed and left.

Song Yan's thoughts drifted away for a moment, and at this moment, another pair of figures came forward.

This couple is none other than Tang Yi and his wife.

Tang Yi suppressed the complicated look in his eyes and said respectfully, "Ancestor Song, this dish is called 'Purple Air Coming from the East and Lying on the Clouds'. It is the fish belly steamed with basil and plums. Please enjoy it while it's hot."

Song Yan nodded.

Tang Yi and his wife bowed again and were about to leave.

Song Yan suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

Tang Yi paused, bowed and said, "I wonder if Patriarch Song has any other instructions?"

Song Yan's mind moved, and he separated the "formless mask" from his soul. Then he lifted up his palm, and the formless mask flew lightly towards Tang Yi.

Tang Yi's pupils widened, and he couldn't help but raise his hands. It wasn't until the Wuxiang Mask fell into his hands that he began to tremble. His hands were shaking, and his voice was shaking: "Old... Old... What do you mean by this?"

Song Yan smiled and said, "It originally belonged to your lineage. I have borrowed it for so many years, and it is time to return it to its original owner. I have added some new secret techniques to it, which can be regarded as interest."

"This"

Tang Yi had a complicated expression, not knowing whether to answer the call or not.

He knew that the person in front of him was no longer the Song Yan he knew, but was a person full of great karma. Would taking him over bring fatal disaster to his family?
Just then, a faint voice floated from above.

"How can I refuse this gift from my ancestor? Take it."

The goddess in green came from the air, holding a porcelain pot in her hand. She landed beside Song Yan, put the pot down, and said with a smile: "This soup is called Taiye Qiongyao Youyuanyang."

Tang Yi hurriedly took the faceless mask and left in a hurry with his wife.

Behind him, the air shield that blocked vision and hearing soon reappeared.

He looked at his wife beside him, and she was also looking at him in surprise.

The two recalled the scene of having barbecue outdoors with the young man in the past, and it seemed like a dream.

On the top of the mountain, beside the Tianchi Lake.

Song Yan leaned against Ancestor Ning Xin in his arms, and from time to time he opened his mouth to accept the delicious food sent by Tang Ning Xin. As he ate, he sighed softly: "Forget it, forget it, you tell the ancestor that this cause and effect is over."

Tangning snuggled in his arms like a little bird, and pressed herself against his chest as if she could hear her heartbeat. She said softly, "Don't leave from now on. Stay. This is your home."

Song Yan was silent for a moment, then shook his head. He then lifted Tangning's chin and kissed her fiercely. After she lowered her head shyly, he said, "I will be leaving in a few days. Now that the cause and effect here have been resolved, there are other things to do."

After saying that, he suddenly felt himself being hugged tightly.

"My dear, remember, no matter where you are, Ning Xin will always be waiting for you."

"When my next karma is resolved, I will come to find you."

Tang Ningxin didn't ask any questions about the cause and effect, but just continued to serve the man in front of her gently.

A few days later.
Song Yan left.

Tang Ningxin quickly reported the situation here to Tang Changsheng.

"That guy even handed over the faceless mask, so it's difficult for him to change again. Now he's gone."

"Ning Xin, thank you for your hard work. I still say the same thing, Old Monster Song has a lot of secrets. It would be better for you to follow him than to continue to stay in the clan with me." Tang Changsheng's thoughts came from the other side, "Here with me, you need to fight for your life."

Tang Ningxin seemed to recall something and said with disdain, "What old weirdo? He's just an arrogant and self-indulgent kid!

However, a mere woman's beauty and a little bit of family affection and friendship were enough to tie his hands and make him give up his original plan. This shows how weak his heart is.

Although your path is difficult, it is the true path."

Tang Changsheng asked: "Is he a celestial being?"

Tangning thought for a moment and said, "I don't see any heroic spirit from him. Instead, he seems very strange."

Tang Changsheng said: "I understand."

half a month later.

After leaving, Song Yan intercepted another disciple of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan who went out for reconnaissance but died outside.

The disciple's name is Tang Cheng.

So, Song Yan used the method of "transformation" to transform into Tang Cheng and returned to the Wuxiang ancient clan.

Unlike the last time, this time he will not reveal any flaws. Even if Tang Cheng's identity is destined to die, he will let Tang Cheng die, and then change to a new identity and continue to lie dormant.

The "faceless mask" was something he created on purpose.

If he didn't act this out, how could Tang Ningxin believe that he was really gone?
If he didn't leave, how could the Wuxiang Ancestor be willing to come back?
If the Wuxiang Ancestor did not come back, where could he go to kill the Wuxiang Ancestor?
He likes sugar coating, but not cannonballs.

Joining the Wuxiang Ancient Clan at this time, Song Yan knew very well what he would face: escape! Being hunted down! Because the Seven Great Bandits and the Sword Alliance would soon unite against the enemy and come to encircle and suppress the Wuxiang Ancient Clan. However, the Bitter Sea Dragon Clan, or even other mysterious forces, might secretly swallow up these human monks.

The Seven Great Bandits and the Sword Alliance are mortal enemies, but if they encounter an external invasion, they are very likely to unite.

This is just like during the Three Kingdoms period, when the Puppet Sect and the Southern Wu Jianmen formed an alliance to fight against the fox demon.

In the process, he can observe the divine appearances of many powerful people, thereby enriching his shadow puppets and his hundreds of magic shadows.

However, "The Law of Dragon Burial" made him realize that there is more to it than meets the eye.

So, how should the Seven Great Bandits or the Sword Alliance deal with forces like the Bitter Sea Dragon Clan?

Or in other words, what kind of mysterious and powerful person is hidden in the Seven Bandits or the Sword Alliance?
When Song Yan silently integrated into the Wuxiang ancient clan again and began to quietly wait for the Wuxiang ancestor, on the Thirteen Peaks of Biluo in the distant land, Tianfang Jianweng also waited for the person he needed to wait for today.

That big, smooth head like a hairless peach, with its squinting eyes, makes him look extremely blessed.

Compared to him, the young man walking across the lobby looked evil and handsome.

Tian Fang Jian Weng laughed and said, "You are so brave to accept the invitation, not bad, not bad."

This young man was none other than Tang Yanzhang, who had rebelled against the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

Tang Yanzhang said: "Why not?"

He raised his head slightly, looking fearless, but his pupils showed the necessary vigilance.

Tian Fang Jian Weng put his two fingers together slightly, and with a flicker of light, a jade slip appeared and floated away into the distance.

Tang Yanzhang took the jade slip and said before checking it: "Is this the technique that you said is suitable for me? You are an elder of the Wuliang Ancient Clan of the Sword Alliance. You and I were enemies before. How can you be so kind to me?"

Tian Fang Jian Weng laughed and said, "You are wrong."

"Ok?"

"You and I are not enemies. The demons in the sea of ​​suffering and the invaders from the underworld are the enemies."

"I won't comment on the first half of the sentence, but I like the second half."

“Hahahaha, I knew I had the right person. Quickly take a look at the jade slip.”

Tang Yanzhang became slightly conscious and took a quick glance. Then his originally indifferent expression gradually became serious, and a hint of shock appeared in his pupils.

"Sword Madness, Dugu Jin, 'Nine Heavens Mad Sword Art'?"

"good."

"Why do you know?"

"what do you know?"

"When I was young, I accidentally read an ancient stele, and thus I got to know this name from ancient times and learned some of his deeds. From now on, I will secretly regard this person as a good teacher and helpful friend. Whenever I encounter setbacks, I will think of his arrogance in the past. Because of this, I can step by step get to where I am today. However," Tang Yanzhang said, he suddenly sighed and said self-deprecatingly, "I am still far behind the ancient sword maniac. If I were as talented as him, I would definitely not be like a panicked dog that has lost its home, with nowhere to go."

Tianfang Jianweng said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Yanzhang, there is no need to underestimate yourself. All you lack is an environment and an opportunity. This "Nine Heavens Mad Sword Art" is not a dead skill, but one that needs to be comprehended. How far you can go depends on how much you comprehend. Do you dare to compete with that sword madman?"

Tang Yanzhang looked thoughtful, then he grasped the jade slip tightly and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

Tian Fang Jian Weng said: "He is just an ordinary sword cultivator who works hard to protect this world."

With a kind face, he patted the railing gently, looked at the fish swimming in the water, and said, "Fellow Daoist Yan Zhang, the strong men from the underworld are coming, and the ability of the demons to stir up trouble is far beyond your estimation. Not to mention anything else, even the dragon in your clan is just one of the demons."

After that, he sighed again, looked up to the sky and said: "It's a pity that the talents of our human race are dwindling. How can we fight against those vicious invaders?"

Tang Yanzhang was not stupid. He was stunned for a moment after hearing this. He looked at Tian Fang Jian Weng deeply and said, "If you really think so, we will be friends from now on."

At this moment, another disciple came to report from outside the door.

"Jian Weng, the genius from the Purple Lightning Sword Sect is here."

Tianfang Jianweng nodded and waved his hand, and the disciple withdrew.

Tianfang Jianweng looked at Tang Yanzhang again.

Just as Tang Yanzhang was about to say goodbye, Tianfang Jianweng suddenly said, "I have high hopes for you, because your temperament is exactly the same as that sword madman.

In the past, Dugu Jin once ruled a place and made sure that not a single creature from the underworld survived, but he only ruled for fifty years. How many years can you rule for? "

Tang Yanzhang laughed loudly: "No more, no less."

Tian Fang Jian Weng said: "That year, the underworld had just started to invade, but now, it is a large-scale invasion. Not to mention more, even if it is only fifty years, you have already surpassed him."

After that, he continued, "After you leave, my disciples will take you to the cave residence. There is a fine True Spirit Jade Platform in the cave for you to use."

Tang Yanzhang's expression had turned respectful.

Respect does not just mean being polite to others in different social classes.

He just vaguely understood the position of the person in front of him, and thus developed a feeling of respect for him.

After turning around and taking two steps, Tang Yanzhang suddenly stopped again.

Tian Fang Jian Weng laughed and asked, "What else?"

Tang Yanzhang asked: "That dragon wants to find Song Yan. Is Song Yan dead or alive?"

Tian Fang Jian Weng laughed again.

But this time, he did not speak immediately after laughing. Instead, he seemed to think for a while before saying, "This boy is a variable."

Tang Yanzhang asked: "How to change?"

Jian Weng laughed and said, "Master gave him the technique, but he refused to practice it."

Tang Yanzhang snorted coldly: "So I am destined to be like this?"

Jian Weng said: "A stable mind and stable camp are called stability. What's wrong with stability?"

Tang Yanzhang thought for a moment, nodded slightly to show his agreement, then left holding the jade slip tightly.

(End of this chapter)