The whole sect is full of cunning people, only I am really stupid

Shen Ya had never heard of this term.

He looked up and asked Nan Yuan, "Where is the ancient battlefield, and why is it so dangerous?"

"The ancient battlefield is where the ancient mighty men fought and perished. When the ancient mighty men died on the ancient battlefield, the spiritual energy and magic weapons stored in their bodies would disperse. So there would be a lot of treasures."

Nan Yuan always answers every question.

Whenever Shen Ya asked him a question, he would answer it as long as he knew the answer.

"When there are treasures, many people will gather to fight for them. However, the most dangerous things in the ancient battlefield are never the monks, but the local animals and plants and a kind of monster called mirage."

Nan Yuan explained, "The huge spiritual energy will speed up the cultivation of local plants and animals. Mirages are born from the resentment left after the death of a great man. Once caught by a mirage, one will fall into an endless nightmare and eventually be wrapped in resentment and turned into a new mirage."

Shen Ya couldn't help but take a deep breath, "Why did you guys go there when it's so dangerous? Are you going to look for treasures too?"

"Yaya is really smart. Many treasures only exist in the ancient battlefield, so we must go."

"Where is the ancient battlefield?"

"In the far east."

Nan Yuan touched Shen Ya's head and said, "Yaya, do you want to hear a story? I'll tell you a story."

Shen Ya was still thinking about the ancient battlefield, wondering how precious treasures there must be there, which was why the senior brother had to go.

She was lost in thought.

I didn't pay attention to what Nan Yuan said later and just nodded.

I heard Nanyuan start telling a story.

Shen Ya immediately put aside the matter of the ancient battlefield and listened to the story carefully.

Anyway, she couldn't go to the ancient battlefield now, nor could she stop Nanyuan and the others. It was useless to think more.

It was still early when I came out after listening to Nanyuan's story.

Shen Ya thought that since she was out, she might as well go and see her second senior brother.

I don’t know if Second Brother has gone to see a doctor.

Song Wang was not idle.

Came back and rested for a few days.

He felt that his cultivation had recovered a little. After calculating the time, he contacted the people over there to take the Dream Grass back.

The man's tone was very impatient, "Why did you take so long to contact me? Did you find the thing?"

"It's time. Let me see my mother first."

Song Wang took out the Dream Grass.

When the man saw the dream grass, he nodded with satisfaction.

When he heard Song Wang making a request to him, his expression became impatient again.

However, he did not reject Song Wang's request, "Can't you feel whether she is there or not? Is it necessary to check every time?"

Song Wang didn't answer him.

Just wait.

Waiting to see my mother again.

Song Wang did see it and took a look from a distance.

In a dark room.

The frail woman was imprisoned in a cage.

The woman lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.

When he heard someone coming in, he didn't turn around. He just sat there like a statue.

Song Wang can see his mother, but his mother cannot see him.

This is what the man did on purpose.

He just wanted to keep Song Wang in suspense and control him like this.

This made Song Wang willing to work for him.

Song Wang only took a quick glance and the man was ready to cut off contact.

Song Wang did not ask him to look at more women.

He knew the man would not agree.

Song Wang stared in that direction, cherishing every second he could see his mother.

At the moment when the connection was about to be severed, Song Wang saw his mother turn her head and glance at him.

She just turned her head and gave him a faint smile.

If Song Wang hadn't kept his eyes on it, he might have missed it.

The moment their eyes met, Song Wang couldn't help but hold his breath.

Mother discovered him?

Song Wang didn't know.

But for some reason, he felt empty inside.

Cutting off the connection, the man moved closer and looked at the beautiful woman in the cage.

"You are still as beautiful as when I first saw you after all these years."

He pinched the woman's chin.

A beautiful face is exposed in the air.

Even though the room was dimly lit, that pitiful face was still heart-warming.

Especially those eyes.

The man looked into those beautiful eyes.

Desire crawled out of his eyes, attached to the woman's skin, and made her feel nauseous.

The woman shook off the man's hand. "With a despicable and shameless head like you, the Song family will sooner or later fall into your hands. Song De, if you have the guts, just kill me. Are you imprisoning me like this because you're afraid that one day my child will destroy you?"

The woman smiled.

Her beautiful eyebrows were relaxed, releasing the contempt and sneer hidden in her heart.

"I have seen the end of your Song family. One day, you will play with fire and get burned."

The woman's words hurt Song De.

He raised his hand and slapped the woman hard.

The woman was beaten to the ground, blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.

Unlike ordinary people's blood which is red, women's blood is blue.

"Hai Yingxi, don't think I dare not touch you. With Song Wang's appearance, do you think he can shake our Song family by himself? You are so naive, just as naive as when we first met."

Song De looked down at Hai Yingxi from a high position, "Whether you or Song Wang, you will be a member of the Song family in this life and a ghost of the Song family in death. Your son will be the shadow of the head of the Song family in this life and work for us."

"If you have the guts, you can let your son die with you, as long as you are cruel enough. If you don't succeed in dying, I will torture you and your son twice as much, and make you and your mother suffer for the rest of your life."

Hai Yingxi got up from the ground.

The wide sleeves were messy, revealing slender wrists.

The black shackles on the snow-white wrists are particularly eye-catching.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and looked at Song De with a sneer.

Her eyes were cold.

Unable to bear such a look, after looking for a while, Song De turned away.

The light disappeared and the room fell into darkness again.

Hai Yingxi watched the last ray of light disappear into the room and murmured softly, "There won't be such a day."

Her children will not be someone else's lackeys all their lives.

Song Wang sat there, hating his own weakness deeply.

Or rather, he hated himself for not being strong enough every minute and every second.

If he is strong enough.

Mother would not have to stay in that dark and small cage, would not be threatened by Song De, and would not have to worry about his safety.

Song Wang sat quietly for a moment, then walked out of the cave with his sword in hand.

Song Wang remembered the suffering, never to trap himself in it.

Instead, remind yourself to move towards your goal.

One day.

He would chop off the man's head and use his blood to extinguish all the suffering he and his mother had suffered before.

When Shen Ya came over, Song Wang was still practicing sword.

Shen Ya had never seen Song Wang practice sword.

Song Wang's swordsmanship is different from Wuyou's steady and unrestrained style and Nanyuan's elegant and noble style.

Song Wang’s swordsmanship is full of murderous intent.

Sharp, decisive, and go straight to the vital points.

It seemed as if he wanted to cut off all existence that came close to him.

Although full of murderous intent, it must be said that Song Wang's swordsmanship is very intimidating.

At least among all the sword techniques Shen Ya had seen, Song Wang's sword technique had the greatest impact on Shen Ya.

Standing aside, Shen Ya didn't even dare to move, nor did he dare to call out to Song Wang.

She just stood there and watched Song Wang perform the entire set of sword techniques.

It was only after Song Wang put away his sword and took the initiative to talk to her that Shen Ya dared to speak.

"How did you come?"

"I came to see if you are feeling better, Second Senior Brother. Have you been to Changguimen?"

After performing a set of sword techniques, Song Wang’s depression dissipated a lot.

"I'm already fine."

Song Wang put away his sword and stood up and said.

It’s not that Song Wang doesn’t want to invite Shen Ya to sit down.

The second peak is different from the first peak.

There is nothing on the second peak.

Shen Ya looked around and couldn't even see the house, let alone the stool.

But Shen Ya was not picky. She walked closer and found a stone to sit on. "Second Brother, how do you know you are well? You are not a doctor."

"Master Nie Ying said that we should not shy away from seeking medical treatment for our illnesses. If we do, a minor illness can easily turn into a major one."

Thinking about how Song Wang had to borrow even elixirs from him before, Shen Ya had an absurd idea.

"Second Brother, you don't want to see a doctor, is it because you don't have any spiritual stones?"