Chapter 2004 Have I ever had colic?
Because of the serious atmosphere, Song Shuhang did not let himself go and did not have random thoughts.
There is no idea of using the "Sage Eye" to use the powerful identification technique on the four tribulation immortals' golden bodies.
He was very serious about tribute to the golden body of the Tribulation Immortal.
——Sometimes, the tree doesn’t want to move, but the wind will sway the branches.
During the memorial process, the branches and buds on Song Shuhang's body continued to emerge, swaying in the wind. The buds bloomed... No matter how serious the atmosphere was, it was greatly reduced.
The fragrance of flowers drifts away in the golden lotus world.
These pollen also seem to have the ability to "sanctify" it.
This hallucination effect is not harmful to the human body, and the effect is very low, so no one cares much.
However, as the fragrance of flowers became stronger and stronger, many Confucian disciples seemed to have hallucinations in front of them.
The disciples saw that the righteous spirit was condensed at the place where the Confucian immortals were buried.
Then, four elegant men appeared, corresponding to the four Confucian immortals buried.
Four elegant men, holding scriptures in their hands, holding guqins in their arms, dancing with long swords, or playing with flutes.
They were together, playing the piano, reciting poems, dancing swords, playing flutes, and preaching the Tao.
There were nine blurred images beside them.
"Is it an illusion?" Zhenjun Henghuo rubbed his eyes.
Now he is infinitely close to the realm of "Venice", and even as the administrator of the "Golden Lotus World", he is unable to be immune to this illusion?
If it is an illusion, why is it so real?
Moreover, the content of the four immortals who taught the Dharma and discussed the Tao seems to be clear and evident.
The Confucian disciples had blurred eyes, but listening to the content of the teachings of the Immortals, they had many doubts and suddenly realized. There were many obscure and difficult knowledge of theories of the martial arts, which were all solved for some reason.
All the disciples who attended the funeral entered a state of contradiction. Their eyes were blurred, but their hearts were as bright as a mirror. The brains were running at high speed, and their understanding of Confucian martial arts and their understanding of the state of mind were rapidly improved.
This situation lasted for nearly half an hour.
Suddenly, another gust of wind blew in the golden lotus world.
All the pollen was blown away.
The pollen scattered, and the four phantoms of the elegant men floating from the burial place also disappeared.
The Merit Snake Beauty gently took back the saint's eyes and quietly sneaked back into Song Shuhang's body.
At the same time, Song Shuhang vaguely heard a low whimpering sound from his body.
Is it the fairy of creation?
Moreover, it is the fairy of fortune who is happy to behave.
She actually cried so sadly...
Song Shuhang looked at the burial place of the four immortals who had recovered their peace.
What happened just now was an illusion?
Or is it a projection that remains on the Confucian thirteen-tribulation immortals who are excited and formed?
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The funeral ends.
For some reason, the Confucian scene cried and a sad atmosphere enveloped the audience.
Cong Niang was emotionally infected and cried in dismay.
Song Shuhang was not very adapted to this scene. He quietly with Senior Bai, Senior Su Shiliu, and Senior Turtle.
For some reason, this sad atmosphere made him feel.
It seems... at a certain time and at a certain place, he also lost his important predecessors like a member of Confucianism, and his heart was curled and he cried into tears.
It was obvious that such a thing had never happened, and it was obvious that everyone around him was still alive.
But this feeling came from deep inside him and could not be calmed down.
Seeing that he was depressed, Su Shiliu flew to him and reached out to touch Song Shuhang's head gently.
Song Shuhang narrowed his eyes as he enjoyed it.
"Senior Bai, A Shiliu, Sister Bailong." Song Shuhang said.
Senior Bai turned his head in confusion: "Hmm?"
"When will we study the Heavenly Tribulation Masters?" Song Shuhang said firmly: "We will study the Heavenly Tribulation Masters thoroughly, and then strive to make everyone in the 'Jiuzhou No. 1 Group' survive every time they pass the tribulation."
"Okay." Senior Bai replied: "The 'Heaven Tribulation Nuclear Bombs' I collected last time should still have a lot of inventory. Next time, we will find a place that can detonate the 'Heaven Tribulation Nuclear Bombs' and study them carefully. After leaving this time, I found that the Heavenly Tribulation has also become very interesting. It is not as old-fashioned as before, and it remains unchanged."
Su Shishiliu also nodded with a smile.
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The night is getting darker.
Song Shuhang, Su Shiliu, senior Turtle floating in the void of Confucianism.
"Let's go." Song Shuhangdao.
It was not time to say goodbye to Senior Henghuo. In the atmosphere at that time, he couldn't say goodbye.
After dawn, call Senior Henghuo.
Now, leave Confucianism first, then find a place with good signal, and contact the "Qingluan Fairy" in the lower beast cultivation world.
"Shuhang, the reward that Confucians want to give you has not been collected." Cong Niang wiped her tears and suddenly said - this matter is related to her future salary.
Shuhang is a pauper, penniless person. She is also very panicked when working.
At that time, if the boss Song Shuhang has no money to pay his salary, he can't let her sell core world local specialties to pay the salary, right?
"Next time." Song Shuhang smiled gently and said, "I have a fate with Confucianism, and I will have the chance to meet next time. Moreover, it is not suitable to ask Confucianism for compensation now."
After receiving the spirit stone, it will have to pay the maintenance fee of the Shadow Lord Senior.
But if the spirit stone has not been received... then Confucianism will always owe him a spirit stone. There is a sum of money on his books! Theoretically, he is not penniless. In this way, he can be more courageous.
After saying that, Song Shuhang shook his hand gracefully, and a small fruit was born under a flower on his wooden body, with a strange fragrance.
Senior Bai's little nose sniffed... Then, Senior Bai's eyes fell like a hunting leopard, as sharp as a hunting leopard, on Song Shuhang.
Song Shuhang subconsciously wanted to escape by wielding the sword.
"My friend Shuhang~My friend Shuhang~Wait a minute." Just then, the cry of Zhenjun Henghuo came from afar.
Behind the True Lord of Henghuo, there were a row of Confucian disciples, carrying large boxes and rushing towards him.
This is Confucianism, and I want to give Song Shuhang a reward.
Each large box exudes the fragrance of spirit stones.
Although vulgar, great vulgarity means great elegance.
The True Lord of Henghuo carefully prepared a great gift for Song Shuhang.
Song Shuhang subconsciously wanted to run faster - when Confucian repays the money, the spirit stones on his books are about to disappear.
But if you run at this time, it will be too pretentious.
Song Shuhang turned around and greeted the True Lord of Henghuo: "Senior Henghuo, you don't have to be so anxious. I don't need to be so anxious now..."
Halfway through his words, he got stuck.
He couldn't say the saying "I don't lack spirit stones" even if it was just used to pass the scene.
Lack of confidence.
"It's just some common things. Don't be flirted with this matter." said Zhenjun Henghuo.
He clapped his hands and delivered boxes of spirit stones to Song Shuhang.
At the same time, the True Lord of Henghuo took out his cell phone and said to Song Shuhang: "Come, Shuhang. Receive it, I'll send you a file. The file is relatively large, with two G, which is a "Sword Control Method". I know you lack this."
Song Shuhang learned the technique of flying swords and the method of long-range sword control attacks from Ah Shiliu, but he had never learned the matching sword control technique.
Chapter completed!