MTL - Cultivation Chat Group-Chapter 1117 Song Yu and Song Wood

"How, fun." The sound of the fish's delicate voice rang in Song Shuhang's ear.

Song Shuhang: "..."

"I also occasionally stared at the plaque, and suddenly I flashed such a line in front of me. I tried several times and had to look at the lower right corner of the plaque at a special angle, and then there would be such a line of words flashing. Then I immediately thought of you. Do you feel that you are not good? Song Songdao friends?" Fish Jiaojiao.

Song Shuhang: "No, I changed the number. From the moment when people are holy, please call me Ba Song."

——This kind of message appeared on the plaque of Longwang Temple. Throughout the ages, I don’t know how many Longzi dragons and grandchildren saw this message. Lying, after Song Song’s Taoist name should be used with care, so as not to encounter the unreasonable dragon and dragon grandson, suddenly set his sack, and hit him with a black punch.

"Ha ha ha ha." Fish Jiao Jiao a burst of smile.

Song Shuhang continued to stare at the plaque. As long as he stared at the lower right corner, the text of that line would drift from him before him. [Song 壹 idiot went to die 10,000 times].

Like the plaque, this line of words is also written in ‘ancient writings, and the masters who write the words are so unpredictable that when people see them, they can immediately debate their meaning.

This sentence is not like a curse... but it is like a joke between friends, but it also contains a lot of grudges. What did the Song Song guy do in the end, will the owner who left this line of words be so resentful?

"This plaque is written by the predecessors of your dragon family?" Song Shuhang asked.

"Well, the specific age has not been known. However, the master of this plaque is a pure dragon of pure blood." Fish Jiaojia envy.

"A real dragon?" Song Shuhang's heart seems to remember something.

"More than that, we continue to move forward, there are still many interesting records. I searched for a long time in the Dragon King Hall before I found them out."

Then, Jiao Jiao directed Song Shuhang to move forward.

After entering the Dragon King Hall, the mosaic became more exaggerated. The full-screen mosaic can only occasionally see objects such as small tables and chairs. Song Shuhang can only follow the Jiaojiao command, or left or right, or turn.

Finally, the two came to a painting.

It is a huge picture of a beast. This beast is like a synthetic beast. It is made up of thirty-six species of beasts, but overall it is very prestige.

"Look at the bottom right corner." The fish smiled and smiled.

Song Shuhang stared at the lower right corner and watched for a while, another sentence drifted in front of him - [Song 壹 you thief bald, thief bald, thief bald! 】

I have called the thief three times in a row, how much resentment does the owner of this string have to leave?

Song Shuhang: "..."

"How, how? Is it very sensation? Ba Song sorghum!" The fish's charming laughter came, I can imagine that she had already laughed and leaned forward and rolled around.

"This painting is also left by the dragons of your dragon family?" Song Shuhang asked.

"Nature, you can see the handwriting, the handwriting of the two lines of messages is exactly the same." Jiao Jiao smiled.

Song Shuhang was silent.

Real Dragon... Song Yu... There is also the name of the thief, these keywords, let him immediately recall a memory.

It was shortly after he came out of the 'mysterious island' and he dreamed again.

That time, ‘dreaming’, he got some memory fragments that he lost on ‘Mysterious Island’. In his dreams, he and the nine-light master were drilling a stone wall and finally entered an ancient tomb.

There are ten ancient plaques.

At the center is the crystal cymbal, with nine bronze cymbals on the side, surrounded by crystal cymbals.

And in the crystal, there is a pure white dragon.

When he saw the real dragon, suddenly he was shocked and brought into a quirky spiritual space. There, the pure white dragon is alive, flying in the huge clouds. When I saw ‘Song Shuhang’, it suddenly shouted: “Ah, thief, eat a claw!”

At the same time, he extended his claws and took a shot of Song Shuhang. After the filming, the little white dragon jumped up like a child and shouted and shouted: "Happy!"

But after he screamed a few times cheerfully, he was depressed and said: "Oh... Mom, it’s wrong."

[The owner of the text will not be related to the white dragon in the crystal enamel on the mysterious island? 】 Song Shuhang in the heart of the dark road.

In addition, he also thinks of ‘Song Wood’. The guy who is suspected to be a ghost is probably the one who has made him carry a lot of black pots.

This Song Song...will not be Song Wood?

“Is there any other messages?” Song Shuhang asked – he hopes to find some clues as to whether this Song and Song wood are the same person.

"Yes, you continue to come with me." Fish is very charming, and then guides Song Shuhang to move on.

Under the command of the fish, Jiao Shuhang shuttled in Masek for a long time.

Finally, I came to the face of a half-shaped statue, which was carved by ordinary wood, but with the addition of a powerful array of alchemy and runes to protect it, so that it would last forever and not rot.

The half of the statue, like being deliberately blocked by the waist, left only the lower body. From the perspective of the half body, it is a man wearing a Confucian clothing.

"Look at the lower right corner, no, it is the right foot position. The position of the shoes, you can see it carefully." Fish is charming.

Song Shuhang stared at the statue's right foot for a moment, and sure enough, another line of text had been played from his eyes.

[Song who is surnamed Song, wood man, wood man! 】

Song Shuhang: "..."

I don't know why, when I saw this half-cut woodcarving, Song Shuhang only felt that his waist was faint and painful, as if he had been cut off by the waist.

Is it really Song wood?

“Are there more?” Song Shuhang asked bitterly. The more he felt in his heart, the worse.

"Oh, naturally there. The good play is still behind." The fish smiled and smiled.

Under her guidance, Song Shuhang made a difficult move in Ma Hanke...

Soon after, I came to a small study. There is only one bookshelf in the study, which is filled with various books. However, it is not a magical power or a secret law, so it is not shielded by [contract power].

"The third row, the sixth book, the white diary, you take it out."

Song Shuhang said that he had taken out the booklet of the white diary.

This booklet seems to be made of silk, light and soft.

"Turn it to the last page, and look at the bottom right corner and look closely."

Song Shuhang suddenly spit out: "Jiaojiao, are you really trying to cultivate in the Dragon King Hall instead of playing detective games?"

Plaques, scrolls, half-carvings, and diaries in the bookshelves, these unconnected things hide the messages of ancient dragons. How much time did it take for the fish to look for these things?

"Ha ha ha, do you think that in the Dragon King Hall, you can only bury your head and repair it? The Dragon King Hall is the most important thing about the combination of work and rest, the time of cultivation and the time of rest. And it is not a waste of time and game to find things in the Dragon King Hall. ...but looking for opportunities that belong to you!" Fish is very proud.

"Opportunity?" Song Shuhang opened the Japanese book.

"The Dragon King Hall contains countless opportunities. There are the dragons who were originally built by the Dragon King Temple, and the dragons behind them can be added. When practicing in the Dragon King Temple, as long as you have the heart, you can always find some adventures. Therefore, the strength is leaps and bounds, not a dream. This is why the Dragon King Hall attracts young people to enter the submersible." Fish Jiao Jiao said: "So, I am not playing a detective game... I have a feeling, maybe hidden in The message in these sundries will bring me a big opportunity! Book Your luck has always been good. I may be able to use your hand to find this opportunity!"

Song Shuhang: "This is why you are confident and playful."

"Hey, don't say it, look at it. If you can find the opportunity, then it's made - this is the opportunity left by the ancestors, and it will definitely increase my strength." .

Song Shuhang: "If there is no opportunity? Maybe it is just the broken piece of your true ancestor's resentment?"

"That doesn't matter, at least let ‘宋壹道友’ come to see these broken thoughts, and see your expression of disappointment, it is also very good.” Fish is charming.

Song Shuhang: "Friends!"

"Small gas." Fish is very charming.

At this time, Song Shuhang opened the diary and stared at the lower right corner.

[Hey, Song Wood... If one day, I am dead, will you cry for me? 】

The handwriting of this sentence is still the handwriting, but the font is obviously slender, and the font is beautiful, not as domineering as before.

But when I saw this sentence, Song Shuhang only felt the scalp numb and beaten a chill.

In the vagueness, he seems to hear a woman's voice, whispering in his ear, repeating this sentence: "Hey, Song Wood... If one day, I die, will you cry for me?"

Song Shuhang did not know how to describe his state at this time. For a long time, he slammed a sentence: "Wang Tian."

Song Yu = Song Wood.

Song Wood, probably = his first generation ghost.

Therefore, in addition to ‘Wangtian’, Song Shuhang really does not know what to say.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, let me sort out the ideas first." Song Shudao.

The fish is a bit of a joy: "Book Air, what opportunity do you see from it?"

"Not yet, but I have identified some doubts in my heart." Song Shudao: "Let me think about it first."

He looked at the last page of the diary again and stared at the lower right corner for a moment.

[Hey, Song Wood... If one day, I am dead...]

died?

"Golden Jiao, the real ancestor of your mouth, what type of real dragon?" asked Song Shuhang.

"The real dragon is a real dragon, what kind of type?" Fish Jiaojiao replied.

"No, what I want to ask is, what color is your ancestor, the dragon? Is it white?" asked Song Shuhang.