Chapter 412 Feng He Leaves

After bidding farewell to Song Qingyu and the other two, Song Qingming, who had already stepped on the flying sword, did not return directly to Funiu Mountain, but went east to Qinghefang.

After walking around the street of Fangshi, Song Qingming found a corner where no one was, took out a black hat to cover his face, and came to Liufengtang not far away.

After speaking in secret with the shopkeeper at the door, Song Qingming soon came to the back hall to meet Feng He, the behind-the-scenes shop owner.

"I received the news a few days ago, but I happened to be in seclusion refining a set of formations, so I was delayed for a few days. Senior, please don't be surprised."

Seeing that Song Qingming was two days late, Feng He, who was fiddling with a bunch of puppet parts, did not directly reprimand Song Qingming as before, but a rare smile appeared on his face.

"I'm looking for you this time because I plan to leave here in the near future, and I have some things to tell you in person."

"Where are you going, senior? When will you be back?" Song Qingming was a little surprised when he heard Feng He suddenly wanted to leave Qinghefang.

Seeing the expression on Song Qingming's face, Feng He, who had been prepared, directly picked up a storage bag from the table beside him and threw it to him.

"These are the magic tools you gave me last time. When I was removing the evil spirit, I threw away some of them that were broken. The others are all here. There are also two small gadgets I made when I was free. There is no use for me to keep them, so I might as well give them to you.

I'm going on a long journey this time, and I'm not sure when I can come back. Don't ask about other things. It's not good for you to know too much."

Song Qingming took the storage bag and opened it. He found that in addition to a bunch of magic tools of different qualities, there were also two second-level puppet beasts of high quality. Although he was a little happy in his heart, Song Qingming didn't show it directly on his face.

After putting away the storage bag, Song Qingming said again: "Although the senior has successfully established his foundation, his cultivation level is only the second level of the foundation. Do you have to leave in such a hurry? Do you want me to go with you? I can also have the opportunity to help you."

"I know you are worried about me leaving alone. Don't worry. This is the soul contract signed last time. I have taken the initiative to cancel my half. You just need to use the mana in your body to get rid of your half." After saying that, Feng He threw another scroll over. It was the soul contract they signed that year.

After Song Qingming opened it carefully and took a look, he found that it was just as Feng He said. The other party had taken the initiative to cancel half of the soul contract. Song Qingming slowly put his mind at ease.

When the soul contract was signed, the lives of the two were almost tied together. For decades, Song Qingming was worried about this all the time, fearing that he would be in trouble for no reason while sitting in the cave.

Now that he finally got the opportunity to cancel this contract that threatened him all the time, Song Qingming was relieved.

"Boy, don't think that I will never come back if I cancel the contract with you. You have to arrange someone to look after Liufengtang for me. Otherwise, when I come back, this place will be different. Don't blame me for not reminding you."

Song Qingming smiled and nodded and replied: "Don't worry, senior, even if my own shop is closed, it will definitely not affect Liufengtang."

"Then it's a deal. As long as you help me do the things I asked you to do, I will naturally not treat you unfairly when I come back. Although it is difficult for you to form a golden elixir with your talent, It is a bit difficult, but I have some other secret methods of forming a pill.

If it doesn't work, I will find some spiritual objects to help you form a fake pill. It should not be difficult, and it can be regarded as fulfilling my promise to you. "

After explaining it to Song Qingming, Feng He left Qinghefang alone more than ten days later. Song Qingming also told Shi Chun, the elder of the Song family in Qinghefang, to arrange all matters of Liufengtang. No matter what happened, it must not be closed easily.

After returning to Funiushan, Song Qingming, who had nothing important to do, also gradually focused on improving his practice. Now that the family's spiritual veins need to be promoted, and Song Qingyu is traveling again, Funiushan can't do without him for a while, so he can take this opportunity to practice in seclusion.

Time flies, and more than ten years have passed in a flash.

On this day, the door of Song Qingming's cave, which had been closed for more than half a year, suddenly creaked, and a handsome young man walked out slowly.

Relying on the pills obtained from Tuoyun Mountain, Song Qingming finally broke through to the eighth level of foundation building six years after Feng He and the others left, and then cultivated all the way to the peak of the eighth level of foundation building.

Half a year ago, Song Qingming had already started retreating to break through to the ninth level of foundation building in one go, but unfortunately, after retreating for half a year and trying several times, he still failed to break through, so he had to walk out of the cave.

"The last level of the foundation building realm is really tricky. It seems that I still need to go to Yangshanfang to see if I can find a pill similar to Wangyue Pill to help break through the realm."

After Song Qingming muttered to himself, he sent a voice transmission to the mountain, informing his elder brother Song Qingshi of the news that he had come out of retreat.

Half an hour later, Song Qingshi, who was already a little old, came to Song Qingming's cave quickly.

"Qingming, you have been in seclusion for half a year. I am really afraid that I will die in the cave one day and I will never see you come out again."

More than ten years have passed. Now the remaining cultivators of the Chang generation have all passed away. The oldest cultivator of the Song family is Song Qingshi, who is the eldest of the Qing generation. He has now become an old man with white hair and beard.

Song Qingming smiled, walked up to Song Qingshi and asked him to sit down, then he said: "Brother, I see that you are so agile, you can still share my responsibilities for a few years. Now those younger generations are all young and energetic, and you have to rely on them to control them."

"Don't flatter me like that. I have basically handed over most of the things to Qingsi and others. Just let me live a quiet life for a few years."

Song Qingming nodded and said: "Okay, Qingsi has been in charge of the Cangjin Pavilion for many years, and now she has some prestige in the clan. Let her come to help you first. I think Xintong should go to the Cangjin Pavilion first to gain some experience."

"I agree with this arrangement. Don't worry. Although my old bones are not good, I have helped you manage the family for so many years. It is not a problem to teach them." When mentioning this, Song Qingshi's eyes suddenly had a few more gleams.