Chapter 210

In the past, Shi Songtao was warm-hearted and well-known. On the anniversary of his death every year, many old people came to pay homage to him, but everyone tacitly avoided the early morning.

Apart from Shi tie himself, there are only a few disciples who will come to Shi Songtao's tomb with him.

Yan Zhaoge is willing to come here, so Shi tie will not refuse.

After Yan Zhaoge and others offered incense to Shi Songtao's family, Shi tie said, "you are ready to go back to rest."

Yan Zhaoge and Xu Fei look at each other, take ah Hu and leave together.

Walking on the road, Yan Zhaoge looked back and saw the figure of Shi tie still standing there in silence.

"Master is still blaming himself," sighed Xu Fei

Yan Zhaoge also sighed. As a few insiders, he knew what Xu Fei meant.

In the past, three members of Shi Songtao's family were killed. Shi tie actually had a chance to rescue them, but it happened that the situation was critical. The interests of Guangcheng shanzongmen were seriously damaged. At that time, only Shi tie was able to stop them.

As a result, in the face of such a dilemma, Shi tie finally chose to maintain the whole clan, but in this way, his own descendants could not save him, and finally the white haired people sent the black haired people.

This is the regret of Shi tie's whole life. He has never been worthy of heaven and earth, but his relatives.

Up to now, although the tomb has been built, in fact, Shitie still hasn't given up the last hope. As long as there is a chance, they will go to the place where they were, hoping that if there is a chance, the Shi Songtao family will survive. After all, they haven't seen their bones.

Unfortunately, five years later, there is still nothing to be gained, and the last hope is vanishing little by little.

Xu Fei murmured, "if you come again, will master make a different choice?"

He was talking to himself, did not expect Yan Zhaoge to answer, Yan Zhaoge silent walk aside.

Xu Fei sighed, and then said, "although grieving, self reproaching and guilty, it may still be the same choice, Shifu..."

Yan Zhaoge asked softly, "if it was senior brother Xu, how would you choose between your responsibilities and your relatives?"

After a long silence, Xu Fei replied, "I don't know. Maybe I can only give the answer when I really face that moment."

Yan Zhaoge nodded, and both of them stopped talking. They walked side by side. On the fork road, they hugged each other, said goodbye, and returned to their homes.

Back to his residence, Yan Zhaoge sat knee to knee, eyes closed, calm down and settle down.

In a short time, Yan Zhaoge opens her eyes again and takes out a gold talisman from her arms.

This golden talisman was obtained after Yan Zhaoge killed the evil son who fell into the devil in the realm of evil Qi when he was covering the lake in Qing Dynasty.

Looking at the mysterious and complicated patterns on the surface of the golden talisman, Yan Zhaoge thought seriously: "it seems that it's a rather strange and strange writing, which should be something that appears after the great destruction."

Yan Zhaoge gave a wry smile, just like the relics of the ice dragon wusheng at the beginning, this kind of thing, which appears after the great destruction, is relatively old compared to the present, which makes him helpless, just stuck in the weakest link of his knowledge reserve.

However, Yan Zhaoge is also trying to make up for his own shortcomings in this regard. At the moment, looking at Jinfu, it's not that he has nothing to do with it.

"Some of them are like the words of the extreme north, which only spread among a few local people?"

After the song of Yan Zhao carved and polished the tablets, he ordered his retinue: "go and transfer the ancient Chinese books and records circulated in the north of Jinzhou to me, and take as many as you can, and the longer the time is, the better."

Among the six continents in LEIYU, Jinzhou is the area directly connected with the Arctic ice sea at the northernmost end.

Soon, there was something that the martial artists in black sent to Yan Zhaoge.

After spending time to study for a while, Yan Zhaoge gradually had a number in his heart. He tapped the gold talisman with his fingers, and his fingertips followed the pattern of the gold talisman, marking a trace.

Those traces stay on the surface of the gold talisman, which will not be separated for a long time.

Yan Zhaoge takes back his fingers, looks at the lines on the gold talisman, and finally slaps it on the gold talisman.

The golden talisman suddenly erupted into dazzling brilliance, which turned into a little bit of fluorescence and disappeared.

Seeing this, Yan Zhaoge's face showed a satisfied smile, and then saw the little golden light flying, coagulating but not dispersing, turning into a cloud of light and fog, floating in the air.

Yan Zhaoge takes a deep breath, just like a long whale sucks water, and all the light and fog are immediately inhaled by him.

For a moment, Yan Zhaoge's heart and lungs rose the feeling of smoke and fire.

With Yan Zhaoge's cultivation as the realm now, all internal organs in the body have been tempered with vigorous Qi.

The discomfort is only in a moment, and then quickly disappears.

Yan Zhaoge looks inside his body, and sees a little golden light flying constantly. He pastes it evenly on the surface of each blood vein, as if he is plating a layer of golden glow on the blood vein in his body.

Is the smallest, the most delicate blood, no exception.

Yan Zhaoge breathes and breathes peacefully, his blood flows like hot magma, making a heavy roar.

After thirty-six weeks of vigorous qi movement, Yan Zhaoge's work was over, and the light golden light on his skin disappeared in a flash.

Standing up from the ground, Yan Zhaoge touched his chin: "some things, it seems, can also be put on the agenda."

So think, Yanzhao singer a wave, a few flashovers, hanging in the air, but a piece of inferior spirit soldiers.

Chongshan armor, huohua sword, Suolan sword, Huiri wheel, Zijin thunder sword, Feilei sword.

In addition to the medium-class lingbing dark wave light Sabre and Yanzhao song's own treasure Lingjian Bilong, Yanzhao singer head's existing inferior lingbing is basically here.

In other words, they are all the signboards of other holy sites.

The original owners of these lingbing are Liu Shengfeng, Zhao Hao, Xie Ziyi, Xiao Sheng, Yan Shan and Lin Zhou.

It's just that this list, together with these spiritual soldiers, is enough to make other martial artists of the same generation marvel.

If Yan Zhaoge opens an exhibition of his booty, it is estimated that there will be a lot of people who have to spit blood.

In terms of Yan Zhaoge's current accomplishments, at the same time, basically only one inferior spirit soldier can be urged. The extra one can be replaced or used as a concealed weapon to hurt the enemy or contain the opponent's spirit soldier by the explosive force of the disconnected one.

It's not just a joke that there are many lingbing who directly kill their opponents.

When Yan Zhaoge reaches the realm of grand master, these spirit soldiers can be used at the same time.

However, Yan Zhaoge has other ideas, although with his own speed of progress, great master is not far away.

After thinking for a while, Yanzhao Singer pointed gently and took back Chongshan armor, huirilun and Feilei sword, leaving only three swords, namely, the burning Hua sword, the locking LAN sword and the Zijin Lei sword.

Then Yanzhao singer turned the palm, and there was a bamboo branch in the palm.

A section of dark green, faintly flashing purple bamboo.

Opening the inner crystal furnace, Yan Zhaoge put the bamboo branch and three inferior lingbing into it.