Mortal's journey to immortality

When Song Fengyu mentioned his father, he was evasive and wanted to say something but didn't. A heavy and intense pain flashed in his eyes.

Wang Lu saw it and said seriously, "Brother Song, what happened to the senior?"

Song Fengyu fell silent for a moment, and after a few breaths, he said sadly, "Dad's order card has been broken, but his bones are still in the secret tribe. He has always felt deeply guilty about leaving the Song family, but he has no regrets. Although it is unpredictable whether he will live or die in the secret tribe, I will not hesitate to bring Dad's body back to the main temple of my Song family for burial, so that he can return to his roots and return to his hometown."

"Woooooooooooo..."

Before he could finish his words, Song Fengyu covered his face and cried, not wanting Wang Lu to see his tears.

He is a man, and his father once told him that men don't shed tears easily and must not cry under any circumstances.

Tears are the deep pain from the heart. As long as you shed tears, your heart will be deeply hurt and broken, because it is the heart's grief, it is the tears and blood of the heart.

Wang Lu stood up in shock and looked up at the sky in disbelief. The sunlight was so dazzling, but it couldn't pierce the sadness in his heart.

He still remembered the square inch boots and purple gold double hammers that Senior Song gave him when he went to the Jiuyue Secret Realm. Without these two treasures, he would have died there long ago.

Senior Song's bold and frank style have always been engraved in his mind.

He is a genuine gentle tough guy.

The sun is high in the sky, the sun sets in the west, the stars hang in the sky, and the moon moves westward.

The two men stood there like stones for a day and a night. Song Fengyu recalled the beatings and the love that Song Mingtang had given him.

Wang Lu silently looked at the sky and quietly accompanied Song Fengyu. The dead cannot be resurrected, just as he often said, the past cannot be pursued, the tomorrow cannot be sought, only the present is precious.

Song Fengyu wiped away his tears, returned to his normal expression, and comforted him: "Brother, don't be sad. Everyone has to die. Some are lighter than a feather, some are heavier than Mount Tai. Dad died a worthy death. In order to save mother, he was willing to die."

Wang Lu patted his shoulder and nodded, "For the one he loves, he would risk everything, even if it means going through fire and water. The senior is just like his name, optimistic and straightforward by nature. He had anticipated the arrival of that day, but he still strode forward, fearless of life and death. Brother Song, you must mourn for me. The death of the senior is also the best example for you and me. We should not hesitate or shrink back in dealing with anything. We should act according to our own will, so that we can transcend life and death and seek great freedom. Otherwise, we will be forever imprisoned in this cage of heaven and earth until we grow old and die in vain."

"Junior brother, what you said is right, but I still want to continue my father's unfinished work and rescue mother from the secret tribe. Tell mother that father has never given up on finding her and saving her. Even if he dies, he will die on the way to save her."

"As a child, I must be filial. As a son, I must be upright and selfless, even if it means shouldering a heavy load."

Song Fengyu looked far away in the direction of the Western Desert, speaking fearlessly and unwaveringly.

Wang Lu clapped his hands and praised: "Well, well said, let us continue the path of our predecessors, just one battle."

Song Fengyu nodded heavily and stretched out his right hand. "Pa", the two of them high-fived, and the deal was settled.

He was moved, and Wang Lu agreed without even asking a single question. The danger of this trip was not in the people, but in the various extremely powerful formations.

Next, as Song Fengyu continued to narrate the story, Wang Lu became more and more silent. He felt more and more uncomfortable, and his eyes became red involuntarily.

Song Mingtang is the heir of the Song family, which ranks second among the ten ancient families in the wilderness. When he was training in the Jindan stage, he met Song Fengyu's mother. He was immediately struck by her beauty and with his ambitious character, he enthusiastically pursued her.

At first, his mother didn't even look at him, but his father was flexible and unyielding. No matter how his mother refused, he would pester her and never let go.

He was so tenacious that he would not give up until he reached the Yellow River, and when he reached the Yellow River, he turned the world upside down; he would not turn back until he hit the wall, and when he hit the wall, he would use his iron head to smash it into pieces.

Song Mingtang's strong willpower and thick skin were unprecedented and unmatched.

His mother was also a ruthless person. She used all kinds of conspiracies and tricks, intimidation and inducement, but she could not resist Song Mingtang and Jin Gang's infatuation with her.

She couldn't run away and the fight was evenly matched. After a long time, she was helpless and just let Song Mingtang follow her.

As luck would have it, a beautiful young woman from the secret tribe came to visit him. His mother made up her mind and joined forces with her, and almost sent Song Mingtang to the West to seek the true scriptures.

Thus escaped from the clutches of the devil.

However, what his mother did not expect was that after Song Mingtang was seriously injured, the woman unexpectedly launched a heavy sneak attack, and his mother was immediately seriously injured and dying.

But no matter how much he planned, at this moment, the extremely angry Song Mingtang burst out with unprecedented strength and detonated a thunder bead containing 1% of the power of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Thunders and Heavenly Fire Thunder, intending to die together with the female cultivator.

Boom, the smoke and dust dissipated.

Song Mingtang's life was hanging by a thread, and the woman who attacked him was seriously injured, but she still had some strength to move.

Although Song Mingtang was breathing out more than breathing in at that time, seeing that his beloved woman was about to die, he held his last breath and crawled towards the woman step by step with difficulty to stop her from continuing to commit crimes.

Blood was gushing out of Song Mingtang's seven orifices, his brows were furious, and his face was as dark as a green-faced, fang-toothed evil ghost crawling out of hell. The short distance he crawled was covered in his blood.

"what!"

He let out a ferocious roar. Seeing this, the female cultivator was filled with fear. She had just stood up with great difficulty, but she fell to the ground with a clang.

Adding insult to injury, you will never get up again.

Song Mingtang was cold and crazy. He used all his strength to get closer to her. However, it took him two hours to use his hands and feet to push and pull back to cover the short distance of three meters.

Crawling in front of the woman, he laughed for no apparent reason and bit the woman's neck. No matter how hard the woman struggled and beat him madly, he would not let go even if she died.

Her mother looked at Song Mingtang helplessly, who was dying but refused to give in, tears streaming down her face, and she immediately fainted.

It was unknown how much time had passed before the woman stopped moving, and Song Mingtang fell in a pool of blood, his teeth still deeply embedded in the woman's neck.

One day passed, then three days passed, and his mother woke up quietly. Relying on a trace of magic power that automatically condensed, she took out a pill from the storage bag with difficulty and forced herself to swallow it.

The injuries were extremely serious, but she regained the strength to walk.

She limped to Song Mingtang and looked at the man who was willing to do anything for her, even his own life. An indescribable emotion formed in her heart.

"Silly, really stupid, you are the stupidest fool in the world. You would rather die than let me live. But you are like this, without you as a burden, why can't I be happy? I can't help but cry. Song Mingtang, get up, get up and tell me again that you love Liu Fangfei very much. Get up, get up, even if you can't speak, I will agree to you, promise to be your little wife..."

Liu Fangfei collapsed on the ground, and used all her strength to hug the man who only smiled at her, crying.