Chapter 1054 Prison Dragon (54)

"Won't."

  The very decisive and indifferent words, Song Futing cut off the last possibility.

   "What if I...I die for this?"

   "You can try it. You can die as you wish. Even if you die, I won't touch your body. I used to deal with this mess because of your father."

   "Then why can't it be for my dad's sake..."

   "Heh! Chu Yan, what am I if you only wish? The friendship between my father and Uncle Chu is theirs only. Why do I have to endure you as a young lady because of their friendship and constantly being wronged and humiliating myself."

  After saying these words, Song Futing's sullen breath disappeared.

  He has entered the path of cultivation now, and his life is not just a few decades. He has more time to do what he wants to do, and he will take on greater responsibilities in the future.

   For example, Yecheng.

  Chu Yan's crying came out of the room. Song Futing was relaxed. When he didn't care about these things, he did it thoroughly. He also ordered the person who sent Chu Yan back to tie her up, and she would be knocked out when she quarreled.

  In the evening, Song Futing passed the examination of his sword moves, and Baitang taught him three more moves, and wrote a exercise that was most suitable for him according to Song Futing's own situation.

   "Fu Ting, in the past, when I taught Chong Jin and Shen Ju, I always choose one that is most suitable, and supplement one or two that I am interested in. I choose kendo for you, and you choose the rest yourself."

  A small plate of A4 paper, densely covered with popular explanations.

  Song Futing saw many things on it, and some things that had little to do with cultivation were also on it.

  Song Futing looked at Baitang in surprise: "Master..."

  Baitang said gently: "If you can't make a choice now, go back and think about it carefully, and tell me your choice tomorrow."

  Song Futing gave a rare smile: "Master, then I will give you an answer tomorrow."

   Likes, interests, these years are far away.

  …

  Cong Huai took a little effort to get out of the tomb, and sat in the bamboo forest to heal his injuries.

  He has already obtained the soul-returning water.

   When he left, he didn't finish his sentence. In fact, he also knew where Xi Rang was.

   Originally planned to go back, but now, he planned to gather all the Holy Spirit Water and Breathing Soil before going back.

  A paper crane flew over and landed on him.

  『Where did you go? 』

  Only four simple words.

  Cong Huai moved his hand, and the word disappeared.

  Wrote halfway, then stopped again. Just fly away, he doesn't want to go back.

  Baitang knew that Cong Huai had already read it, and waited for a long time, but he still didn't hear back. With a slight flexion of his fingers, he passed another Thousand Paper Crane out.

   On the second day, there was still no news, but I still read it.

  Baitang sent another paper crane, but still got no reply.

  Since then, she seems to have forgotten about this person. He quietly went about his own business, and never asked about Cong Huai's news, and never used the Yulong Jue.

  Song Futing turned behind the scenes at an extremely fast speed and withdrew from the army. Baitang didn't say to leave, and Song Futing didn't mention it.

  About a month later, the dragon vein of Qianyun Mountain was formed, and Baitang left a way out for it, so he notified Song Futing to leave.

   There is no sect, she is going to take Song Futing to practice while traveling. Try to make Song Futing a cultivator who can take charge of himself before Yecheng is born, so as to prepare for the follow-up arrangements. By the way, look for something so that Cong Huaihui can get out of the demon body.

   It was time to leave when Cong Huai came back. He was seriously injured, and there was a lot of blood on the ground, and he stared at Baitang and Song Futing with dark eyes.

  (end of this chapter)