The earth’s special technology has made its own script’ kind of character system’ into a genetic code and blended it into biological genes, making this magical thing’ Blood God Yuan Zhu’.
After Song Chang-geng fused the’ Blood God Yuan Zhu’ into the mud pill palace in the center of his head and his body completely, it automatically branded Song Chang-geng’s spirit as its control center and then interpreted all information of Song Chang-geng, including his genes.
In the process of interpretation, Song Chang-geng’s mind is like a mirror. Everything in the past flows through his mind. Every year, everything is integrated and recorded by’ planting words’ and compressed into a word.
A lot of things form words and are integrated and compressed into one word, so they are superimposed layer by layer and finally engraved into his genes, and the’ word system’ is constantly evolving according to genes and various information.
Chapter VII God-hand monks
In fact, the process of interpretation will be a few months soon. When Song Chang-geng wants ten years, he mainly studies perfect improvement &1; Blood nerve > practice all kinds of spells inside.
Different levels of treatment are just different. Later, Song Changgeng learned that he got this place by chatting with intelligent virtual images &1; Blood nerve > is many times better than the old man with blood god in the stone shrine.
The old man with the blood god is just an improvement on the original foundation, and this one is a new thing and the most proud one of the’ heavenly gods’.
Looking at packing his things, Song Changgeng has his own intelligent virtual image, which is a little gloomy. Since he was created, he has been alone for a long time, if he is a person.
Now Song Chang-geng has been with him for ten years. Although Song Chang-geng is practicing more, chatting with him occasionally in his spare time really makes him no longer feel so lonely.
But now Song Changgeng &1; Blood nerve > mastery through a comprehensive study has naturally left here, and since then he has been managing this floating island alone.
"When you leave, remember to come and see me every ten years even if you don’t find anything good. Talk to me about things outside and wish you good luck." Intelligent virtual image said a little sadly.
Song Chang-geng packed his things and looked at this virtual image that has evolved to have his own intelligence and certain simulated feelings. He couldn’t help but sigh that the technology of "the man from outer space" is really high.
"Don’t worry, if it’s nothing special, I’ll come back every ten years to exchange with you. After all, everything here is fine. Forget it. I’m leaving. Bye."
After talking cheerfully, Song Changgeng walked away for ten years and never looked back. He kept himself here. Although there was food and water in the’ dry bag’, it was really boring to stay here.
Moreover, although the virtual image has its own intelligence, it is not real. Song Chang-geng won’t really loathe to give up. He always thinks that he will come and go when he should.
Thinking that he has been working hard for more than a hundred years after digesting the’ blood god Yuan Zhu’ and thinking of the wonderful world outside, he can’t help but feel that his fate has changed.
Flying freely in heaven and earth has always been the most desirable thing for human beings-ordinary human beings have always admired and yearned for life that can fly in the sky.
Song Chang-geng felt a faint excitement every time the imperial sword flew in the air, especially now when he was in a carefree mood, he felt that everything was so beautiful.
Suddenly he felt a ripple in his heart and a green Huang Guanghua flew up from an island on the sea to greet Song Chang-geng’s blue sword light, but the degree was slow and obviously there was no attack intention.
Song Chang-geng knew in his heart that it should be that other monks greeted him at the imperial sword. He practiced in the deep valley with his master since childhood and then ran to the East China Sea because he knew his future. It can be said that although he is a yogi, he has never seen any other’ peers’ except the master. Now someone comes to say hello and makes him feel a strange feeling in his heart.
This is a mixture of different emotions such as excitement, excitement, vigilance and shyness. After all, it is the first time. With complicated feelings, he fell to the island with the sword light and wanted to meet this Taoist friend.
Just fell before he could break the sound and shock the ear. Just now, the green Huang Guanghua fell directly on his side, and a enchanting woman appeared in the light gathering place.
Speaking of it, Song Chang Gung is not very familiar with women in this life or in the future. Seeing this enchanting woman, I can’t help but feel hot.
If he hadn’t cultivated to the point of unity of form and spirit, he would have controlled his body and would have saluted with his gun when he saw such a hot woman.
This way, a woman looks at her age, but her skin is white, tender, smooth, her lips are red, her teeth are white, her eyes are apricot, her eyes are peach, her eyes are romantic, her appearance is charming and moving, and she is definitely worthy of the name.
It’s a look that makes Song Changgeng feel an impulse at the bottom of his heart, as if he wanted to execute this woman on the spot. It seems that this woman is the only one in the world.
A little look blurred. Suddenly, a faint red light flashed through Song Changgeng’s eyes, and his eyes returned to peace and indifference, and at the same time, he was puzzled.
It turned out that just now’ Blood God Yuan Zhu’ in his mind felt that his body had an abnormal reaction and moved automatically to wake him up. At the same time, he also white this woman to charm him.
Although Song Changgeng was no longer infatuated with this woman after he was sober, he was still a little moved when he looked at her. There was no way to let him get along.
"Friends this is meaning? Get in my way Are you still trying to charm me? When I am good at bullying? " Song Chang Gung sound cold and a little sternly asked
The enchanting woman in Taoist costume smiles charmingly as she salutes her hand. "Hehe, Taoist friends don’t blame being original’ Qingluoyu’. Wei Fengniang didn’t mean to cast spells on Taoist friends, but the spells were not practiced well and it was a bit out of control."
Although the mouth said so, Wei Fengniang’s eyes still flashed a stunned color. She was confident in her charm, and she was curious that this man could not be charmed by her.
Before, it is like a master like the fire ancestor who will look so clear in front of our charm technique. Is this man also very good? I wonder what the origin is?’ She thought to herself.
"Are you Wei Fengniang, who is called the’ Hand of God’?" Song Chang Gung was a little surprised and asked this woman, he still knew a little about the renegade wounded teacher who was finally killed by Mrs. Miao Yi in Chengdu.
Generally speaking, she got a jade box from Dinghu Peak, near Xiandu Mountain, Jinyun County, Zhejiang Province, which contains a wide-ranging book, a supplementary book, a nine-day yuan ruler and six pills of refined pills.
It seems that because she hasn’t broken the second seal of the jade box, she is practicing the secondary scroll. Later, even the jade box belt’ Qingluo Valley’ was called Hualing Hun.
This is a mortal. Can I not save her? What will be the chain reaction if she doesn’t die?’ Song Changgeng’s eyes lit up.
Chapter Blood God Aura
When Song Chang-geng was thinking about how to change the fate of Wei Fengniang, a monk with hands and hands, Wei Fengniang was also thinking about how to test the origin and collar of this man and see if he could not do it himself.
Hearing his tone of questioning seemed to know herself, she couldn’t help but ask one leng, "Is it being original that I don’t know if my friend knows me?" What do you call it? "
"In’ Worry Gate’, Song Changgeng overheard a friend talking about Daoyou. By the way, I heard that Daoyou lived in’ Qingluoyu’ and how did he come to the East China Sea? Is there a need to help? "
Song Chang Gung asked with a smile, looking at Wei Fengniang’s rich and trembling chest and pretending to be fascinated. He knew that if he wanted to change the fate of this woman, he had to get close to her first.
However, this woman is a person who wants to get along with her seriously. It is impossible for her to do what she wants. It is not hard for her to be all the same, so it is not hard for Song Chang Gung to play.
Wei Fengniang heard that he knew that he couldn’t help but be elated and said, "Hehe, I didn’t expect Wei Fengniang to be famous. Now that the younger brother knows that I am willing to help, it’s really welcome!"
Speaking of it, she has become accustomed to it. Since she betrayed her master in a frivolous way, she has been trying to attract monks from all walks of life, regardless of whether she likes each other or not.
She is so dependent on her master’ Cold Qiongxian’. Grandmaster Guang has some friends in the right way, and she has to do this for a long time to fight against them. It has become a habit for a long time. When she sees something, she wants to win over.
Song Changgeng’s ordinary face showed a seemingly sincere smile and asked softly, "It’s really an honor for my younger brother. I don’t know what my friend needs me to do for you?"
Listen to his willingness to help and look at him. Wei Fengniang is also obsessed with her beauty. She even changed her name and said while taking things out of her waist and bag.
"I happened to meet Xu Fei Niang of Huangshan Mountain four years ago, and she didn’t give up her sisters and taught the five schools the refining method of’ Bailing Cutting Fairy Sword’. I have been refining swords here."
And she took out a five-inch wooden boat from Gankun’s bag and threw it into the middle. At the same time, she pinched the tactic and recited the spell. At the small wooden boat, a blue Guanghua flashed a three-meter-long Wupeng boat and landed on the sea.
Wei Fengniang asked Song Changgeng for an empty invitation and said, "It’s actually nothing if we talk to the ship. If the younger brother is interested, he can help me circle more fierce creatures in the sea to facilitate sword refining."
Song Chang-geng followed Wei Feng-niang to Wupeng Ship, and they entered the ship’s cabin. A casual glance at Song Chang-geng knew that this should be where Wei Feng-niang often lived.
Most of them are women sitting opposite each other in front of a short table. Wei Fengniang took out a set of tea sets and tea leaves from Gankun bag to make tea in boiling water.