Chapter 317 Dedication

"However, judging from my current state, Liu Changsong and the others, I'm afraid the situation will not be much better at the moment."

Sitting on the head of the bed, recalling what happened since he entered this world, Chen Changming shook his head secretly, this thought flashed in his mind.

The rules of this world are overbearing, and they are not only aimed at him alone, but all the apostles who entered this world this time.

He probably wasn't the only one who received that burning treatment.

With Liu Changsong's cultivation base, he can probably feel this feeling.

I just don't know how he is now.

Death is unlikely.

At Chen Changming's level, as long as he is decisive enough, it is unlikely that he will fall under the Dao Fire.

However, after Dao Huo burned his body, if he was unlucky enough, he might be in danger of falling.

After all, the world is not very safe.

Judging from the situation just now, it was obvious that everything was full of danger.

Those ordinary apostles didn't have a good time either.

At the very least, most of the things they prepared may not be used anymore.

The rules of this world are completely different from other worlds, and they are too exclusive.

Those space pockets from other worlds, or other space devices that can store items, are mostly useless in this world.

In this way, most of the preparations made by the apostles were abolished.

Thinking of the frenzied buying scene in the infinite space before, and thinking about the embarrassment that the space bag cannot be used now, Chen Changming couldn't help shaking his head, and mourned for them a few times.

Compared with these people, his situation is better.

At least he didn't put things in other storage devices, but put them directly in the source of his breath.

The source area was created by himself, even though it is also rejected by the rules of this world, so at least it belongs to him, and it can still be used barely.

Therefore, those things that he has realized and prepared, as long as he wants, he can still take them out.

But then again.

Judging from the unique rules of this world, even if he took out those things, he probably wouldn't be able to use many of them.

At least some things related to Dao Ze Shenwen, some magic tools and so on, will definitely not be used.

Guaranteed to get a bad one.

At this thought, Chen Changming couldn't help shaking his head secretly. At this moment, he didn't know what to say.

It can only be said that the urgent task is worthy of being an urgent task, and it has not done anything. Just entering this world, it has suffered such a big dumb loss.

And after that, I don't know what is waiting in front of me.

The next day, Song San went out to pull weeds as usual.

Then, he was arrested and interrogated.

Among the vast buildings, Song San followed an old man, walking here with some trepidation.

"Relax."

As if sensing Song San's nervousness, the old man smiled: "You are also a member of my Song family. Although you are only a distant relative, you can be regarded as our relative. To a certain extent, this place can also be said to be your home."

"Since you're going back to your own home, what's there to be nervous about?"

"yes."

Song San smiled and responded quickly.

Of course he was nervous.

It would be fine if he just came here, but at this moment he has a ghost in his heart, so how could he not be nervous?

Whether it was the red-clothed corpse before or the white-clothed fairy in his family, they were all secrets that could not be revealed.

It would be strange if he wasn't nervous.

But fortunately, he is a country bumpkin at the moment. It is normal for him to feel nervous when he comes to such a prosperous place for the first time and is summoned by the Patriarch of the Song family.

The people around didn't have any doubts, they just looked at Song San with some disdain in their eyes.

Song San also didn't care.

From childhood to adulthood, he has seen a lot of similar eyes.

These days, ordinary people like him want to stand out, among other things, they must be able to withstand pressure, otherwise they would have given up on themselves.

Walking all the way in from the outside, Song San came to a small room.

In the room, a majestic old man was sitting there, wearing a purple robe.

"Your name is Song San?"

He looked at Song San who came from outside, his eyes were very sharp.

"Yes Yes."

Watched by the old man's eyes, Song San stammered and seemed a little nervous.

The old man didn't care, and continued to stare at him: "You know, last night, everyone in your village died except you!"

"Ah this."

Song San was taken aback, his face full of astonishment.

Of course, this appearance is not completely pretended.

Although he was somewhat prepared, he never expected that the ending would be so miserable.

Thinking about it, if Chen Changming hadn't made a move last night, he would have ended up in the same way, dying at the hands of the woman in red last night.

When he thought of this, he felt a little scared, but also a little lucky.

"Tell me, what exactly happened?"

The old man looked at Song San with sharp eyes and asked.

"I have no idea."

Song San shook his head blankly: "After finishing, it is said that a theater troupe came, and someone set up a stage outside to sing for free, so many people went to watch it."

"I didn't go through it because I was not feeling well at the time."

"What was that troupe like?"

The old man's expression changed, as if he had thought of something, he hurriedly asked, "Who is there?"

"A middle-aged man who looks very refined, like a scholar, and a woman who seems to be very beautiful in a red dress."

Song San recalled it for a while, then spread his hands together: "As for more, I don't know."

"Just these two, I also accidentally saw them when I went out to work during the day."

"good."

The old man nodded and continued to ask a few more questions.

Song San replied one by one, very cooperative.

Afterwards, the old man hurried away, looking very anxious.

Only Song San was left on the spot, and there was another old man.

"Little young man, how old are you this year?"

Looking at Song San, the other old man asked with a kind smile on his face.

"The boy is seventeen this year"

Song San was vigilant, but still had a smile on his face, looking silly.

"Seventeen, the age is just right."

The old man thought for a while, then nodded: "Are you interested in coming home to practice martial arts?"

"For this matter, the Patriarch issued an order, saying that if it is appropriate, some compensation can be given appropriately."

He opened his mouth and added: "If you are still seventeen, you can enter the martial arts hall and practice martial arts in it."

Song San subconsciously wanted to refuse, but held back.

This is not in line with common sense.

Being able to return to the family from the countryside and practice martial arts in the family martial arts hall is such a good thing that no one will refuse.

If he refused hastily, maybe it would make people suspicious.

So he still held back the instinct of refusal in his heart, smiled at the old man, with a look of gratitude on his face: "I am naturally happy to be able to enter the martial arts hall."

"I hope the elder will take care of you from now on."

"Where.Where"

Seeing Song San's reaction, the old man didn't think it was strange, he just smiled.

Time passed slowly.

After being called once, the Song family didn't seem to have any doubts about Song San. Not only did they not investigate him, but they gave him some benefits by letting him enter the martial arts hall to learn martial arts.

This is a rare good thing for an ordinary distant branch of the family.

But for Song San, it was more troublesome.

Before, he could practice the method given by Chen Changming with peace of mind, but now, after entering the Song family, he will be more cautious even if he practices in the future.

"Actually, that's a good thing."

Listening to Song San's narration, Chen Changming slowly opened his eyes, looked at him and smiled: "Do you think that practice is just hiding in one place and practicing hard?"

"Isn't that so?"

Song San looked at Chen Changming with some doubts, with some puzzlement in his eyes.

"Of course not."

Chen Changming shook his head: "Just like ordinary people, if you want to practice better, you should have wealth and all kinds of treasures to help you."

"Of course, you are still early and haven't reached that level yet, but at least daily food and drink expenses are indispensable."

"With your current conditions, eating those barley rice every day, it's not bad if you can fill your stomach. Do you still want to practice?"

"If you continue to practice like this, it's unclear whether you can achieve great results, but it will probably empty your blood."

"Then what to do?"

Song San stopped what he was doing and listened carefully.

"Eat meat."

Chen Changming said lightly: "Eating meat to replenish energy and blood can support the consumption of your martial arts."

"Originally, I planned to let you go hunting after a while, but now that someone is willing to support your cultivation, why not do it?"

"By the way, it happens to do something for me."

He opened his mouth softly and said so.

"What's up."

Song San's face suddenly became solemn: "Whatever is the master's order, even if the apprentice is smashed to pieces, he will definitely complete it."

"It's not that exaggerated."

Chen Changming shook his head: "After you go to practice martial arts over there, remember to write down the martial arts skills there and tell me when you come back."

"ah?"

Song San was taken aback: "With master's cultivation, what's the use of ordinary martial arts?"

Although he didn't know the specific cultivation level of Chen Changming, but just judging from the situation of the red-clothed ghost that he pointed to death before, he knew that he was definitely a remarkable person.

What's more, the method Chen Changming gave him is also extremely exquisite. In his opinion, the Song family's martial arts are absolutely inferior.

"It's just for reference."

Chen Changming shook his head: "Although it is not advanced, it can be used as a reference."

"Is it for reference?"

Song San touched his head, then made up his mind.

"Master, wait a moment."

He walked to the side, looked around, and finally found something.

It was a golden book woven with gold threads, it looked very beautiful, with faint handwriting on it.

Mysterious words emerged on it one by one, as if engraved on it, which could not be washed off at all.

In Chen Changming's eyes, the words are constantly flying, as if from the avenue to the texture, reflecting the mysteries between heaven and earth, incomparably profound and mysterious.