The things in the sky are busy for the time being, Yang Jian has never publicized it, and he has not even taken the roaring dog with him and quietly descended to the realm, he doesn't want others to know about the existence of Silent Sound. If you know, I'm afraid that there will be great danger of silence.

After a few circles he came to the silent house, which was lonely and everything was covered with a white cloth. Yang Jian frowned slightly, went in and called a few times, but there was no one, and the weeds in the yard were also growing unusually vigorously. If someone lives there all the time, the weeds will grow and be removed.

"Father, he's gone?" said that he would wait for him to come back, he changed his clothes and came to the next door to inquire, only to find out that a few months ago, Wuyin had died of illness. Junbao and Ao Xi took the silent bones back to the hut on the other side of the West Lake to bury them, and they never returned.

Yang Jian suddenly lost his mind, he finally came back late, and he didn't even see his father for the last time.

He knew where the hut was, and he immediately rushed to the hut with the golden light. There was no one living in the hut, and everything remained the same as before, and he came to the forest behind the mountain, and there was a new tombstone in front of the tomb of Junbao's mother.

"The Silent Soul of the Manifestation." Yang Jian lost his voice and knelt down, "Father, I'm late." ”

Suddenly, he felt a warmth on his cheeks, the warmth was very familiar, and his eyes widened: "Father, are you here?" ”

Now it was Ah Piao's silent squatting down, touching Yang Jian's head, and whispering, "I'm here." ”

Yang Jian suddenly stretched out his hands and touched them, but the soul had no body, how could he touch it. Wuyin's smile began to condense into a translucent appearance, and patted Yang Jian gently, Yang Jian raised his head to look at Wuyin's appearance at the moment, which was five points similar to his appearance.

"Father!"

Wuyin sighed slightly: "Erlang, I'm here, I've been waiting for you, I know that you won't forget to come back." ”

"Father, your soul ......" If it is a remnant soul, how can it have such a powerful soul power, but it is indeed a remnant soul.

"I'm missing a piece of my soul, and I can't sense where the remnant soul is yet, but as long as I'm not far from it, I'm sure I can find it." Wuyin is very confident, the remnant soul is his soul, compared to the original him, even a wisp of remnant soul is much stronger than his original soul, and his sense is the same.

Yang Jian lowered his eyes: "Erlang is useless, he can't help his father find the remnant soul." ”

Wuyin retorted directly: "How can Erlang be useless, Erlang is a rare hero in the Three Realms, and he is the pride of his father." ”

"Father, what about them?" There are no signs of them in the house in Shu and this hut, but this tombstone must have been erected by them, where did they go?

Silent looked at the mountains and forests in the distance, and he sighed: "When the chicks leave the nest after all, they should also go out and break in." ”

His eyes returned to Yang Jian's body, but after a few days in the sky, he felt that he had suffered a circle, and the food in the sky was too bad. Wuyin floated to his side and smiled slightly: "Erlang, get up, keep kneeling and doing something." ”

Yang Jian bowed slightly, got up and dusted off his body, and then said, "Father, you are a soul now, what are you going to do?" ”

"Now without the restraints of that body, few can deal with me."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Jian suggested: "Father, I asked Shi Bozu for a soul gathering tripod, and then the soul can recuperate, you might as well go to me." ”

"Okay, that's okay, although there are few who can deal with me, but there are still people who can get rid of me." It just so happened that he also wanted to cultivate, and he could give enough support to Yang Jian.

After all, it is too difficult and difficult to be alone, and it is better to have someone to accompany you than no one.

His father agreed to his suggestion, and he was in a much better mood, and then gathered his silent soul into the Soul Gathering Pill. In order to prevent accidents, he always carried this Soul Gathering Ding with him. Entering Dingzhong, Dingzhong has its own small world, and it is full of a comfortable atmosphere.

"Erlang, I like it very much." Presumably, Yang Jian begged for a while for this Soul Gathering Ding and his master and ancestor, this kid.

Yang Jian took this Soul Gathering Ding into his arms like a treasure and sealed the aura it revealed, so that no one could find it. After staying in the mortal world for only a few hours, Yang Jian immediately went back to the Heavenly True Monarch Temple, and no one found out.

After ascending to heaven, he built a secret room in his True Monarch Temple, which was dedicated to important things, and he placed the Soul Gathering Ding in it.

The shape of the Soul Gathering Ding is somewhat similar to the incense burner, there are some small holes on it, and the silent soul turns into light smoke from the holes and floats out and sits on the couch, he looks at the secret room, which contains a lot of books.

Wuyin raised his hand and sucked a book over and flipped through it, the self on it was strong and powerful, and the pen was as sharp as a knife, which was obviously written by Yang Jian himself.

"Erlang, if you go to the mortal world, I'm afraid that those who claim to be masters of calligraphy will be ashamed."

After Yang Jian received his father's praise, he was in a happy mood, and the corners of his mouth and eyes were raised: "Father, your handwriting is also very good." ”

Different from Yang Jian's words, the silent words are both rigid and soft, thick and introverted.

"It's like the person, and we're all very well written." Wuyin has completely abandoned the word modesty, and in his eyes, many people have good handwriting, even toddlers who have just learned to write.

Now he judged the word not only by its shape, but also by the spirituality contained in it.

"Father, rest here, I'll go to work." There are so many books stored here, it will take a long time for Wuyin to read them, and Wuyin should not find them boring during this time.

Wuyin nodded and raised his hand slightly: "Go ahead." ”

He never doubted how far Yang Jian could do things, what Yang Jian wanted to do must be the best, and no one could force him to do what he didn't want to do.

The door of the secret room opened and closed, and silently lay on the couch and flipped through the books. Each book has detailed annotations on it, and even if you don't understand it, you can understand it. He held a pen in his hand and picked up a blank piece of paper, and from time to time he wrote down his thoughts.

The soul doesn't have to eat, and he doesn't feel hungry, so he doesn't know how much time has passed. When he stopped, it was Yang Jian who came in again, and this time Yang Jian brought a stack of heavenly rules.

Wuyin couldn't help asking, "Erlang, how long has it been outside?" ”

"Father, it's been three days." Yang Jian neatly arranged the rules of the day and spoke silently.

Silent floated over and looked: "Tiangui? ”

"That's the rule of heaven that is in place today." Yang Jian flipped through it yesterday and threw all the rules to the ground in anger, but in the end he picked it up, and he still had to study how to exploit the loopholes of the rules.

In addition, a set of rules that are implemented in the dark are revised.

Wuyin raised his eyebrows and mocked: "Now I don't know how many strokes have been added by that person to this so-called heavenly rule, and they all say that the heavenly rules cannot be changed, but in fact, they still have the final say." ”

There is nothing wrong with the Fa, but it is the executors who use the Fa to satisfy their own selfish desires.

Silent no longer looked at the rules of the day and floated back to lie on the couch, and Yang Jian also sat down cross-legged after tidying up.

"What does Father think of this place?"

Wuyin nodded and smiled: "Very good, I have benefited a lot after reading these books." ”

Yang Jian was very satisfied: "If my father likes it, Erlang will bring some other books back to my father." "Anyway, he can still go to Kunlun, there are not too many books in Kunlun, just transport a little bit over and watch it silently for a long time.

"I'll read this first, and then I'll chew more." It's not easy to read through the books here, and Wuyin doesn't want to be a high-minded person.

"Well, my father is right, Jiro accompanies my father." It just so happened that he had to look at the rules of heaven and study them.

With my father, the efficiency increased exponentially.

The two of them sat on either side of the couch, with countless books beside them, the pens in their hands kept moving, and the white paper was full of words.

Feeling tired, Wuyin returned to the Soul Gathering Ding to recuperate, and Yang Jian continued to sit aside to straighten out the rules of the day. When he saw that he was angry, he looked towards the Soul Gathering Peak, and his mood would be a little better. The Soul Gathering Ding is like an incense burner burning sandalwood that can make people reborn and peaceful, and the wisps of light smoke that appear silently make it more similar.

Yang Jian had to go out again, and before leaving, he instructed Wuyin to let him read with peace of mind. Wuyin naturally agreed, and after reading the book for a while, he sat down cross-legged and cultivated, even the soul can also cultivate, don't you think there are also souls that have cultivated into ghosts and immortals in the underworld?

After practicing for a while, Wuyin floated around the room, and suddenly found a guqin, which was cut by fine paulownia wood.

"Jean? It's been a long time since I've played it. He took the instrument out, set it up, and adjusted the strings.

Gently plucking the strings, the timbre is "strange, ancient, transparent, quiet, moist, round, clear, even, and fragrant".

A song of mountain water poured out from his fingertips, and the silence seemed to be immersed in it, and when he played the last note, he reacted, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

"Good, good piano." It's a pity that no one can listen to him play a song, and it is very boring to play the piano alone.

After setting the instrument in place, he continued to look at the book, thinking about how to apply what he had learned from the book to various aspects.

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