Whoosh.

The scene in front of Song Ren suddenly changed, the wind was raging everywhere, and there were even rolling tornadoes in the distance, and countless wind whirls began to condense a rune.

"Wind-" Song Ren blurted out, before he understood what was happening, the scene in front of him changed again, he suddenly smelled the smell of rain, the rain was continuous, and it was dripping on the leaves, it appeared very abruptly, he raised his head and watched the raindrops fall from the clouds, such as on his eyes and face, and gradually fell into deep thought.

Soon, as if in the sea of thunder, the rumbling sound was deafening, and the golden lightning mixed with black quickly passed in front of him, with supreme speed.

"Storm, Thunder and Lightning ......"

Then, he experienced the vitality of spring, the heat and irritability of summer, the bleakness of autumn, and the silence of everything in winter.

Eight different rune imprints quietly condensed and communicated within his sea of knowledge, and finally, formed a door.

Jiu Lao's fingers slowly left the eighth mark, and he looked at Song Ren who was contemplative, his face was slightly pale, but he soon became normal again.

"The Eight Fu Gate is to let you master the power of spring, summer, autumn and winter, wind and clouds, thunder and lightning! They are always by your side, and with the help of them, it is as if you follow nature, which is the essence of the Eight Fu Gate.

I have planted the seed of the Eight Runes in your primordial spirit, and even if you are caught, dissected, or even searched for souls in the future, you will not get any marks of it, because the seed only recognizes a piece of soil.

Come on, when you really understand a rune, go deep into the Yuan Shen to copy it, and when you copy it, that is, when you master it, and the better cultivation is to go into them, understand them, and only then can you use them. ”

The old wine's voice seemed to be getting farther and farther away, and by the time Song Ren woke up, he was already standing in his yard, and his father was tinkling in the kitchen and didn't know what he was cutting.

Song Ren smiled, such a good supernatural power, he definitely earned it this time.

After saying hello to his father, he hurriedly entered the Yuanshen world, and soon saw the portal, he selected a rune of the wind, wrote it down seriously, and the fingers of his left hand suddenly raised, wanting to depict it in the void, but he didn't write a single word, and his mental power suddenly became extremely sluggish, and his brain hurt, and he directly rejected it.

Oh my God, just this moment, the mental power is directly reduced by more than half, which is even more terrifying than writing 500,000 words of novels in a row, how can this be learned? Isn't it possible to find a windy place and slowly feel it?

Song Ren pondered, and slowly remembered what the old wine said, walking into them and understanding them, in order to use the meaning of their words.

No wonder he said that he would be able to cultivate a talisman in five or six years, this sentence is really not an exaggeration.

Outside, there was the sound of his father calling for dinner, so Song Ren had to put it down first, answered and went out.

In the evening, Song Ren opened the Lingshu novel network, and his "Tomb of the Gods" is still receiving rave reviews, but it is still in the column of ordinary novels, and he has not even entered the potential, which makes him even more confused by the second monk.

It shouldn't be, what's going on, could it be that it's really because of my eunuch? I'm not a eunuch, but I hope that "Zhu Xian" can fall from the Liufang novel column to the high-quality product, and then continue to update the receipt fee.

Or, maybe you don't update it yourself?

I remember that at that time, "Zhu Xian" was 80,000 words in a row, and then he fainted in pain, entered the high-quality one, and after resting for more than ten days, he even changed 500,000 words and entered Liufang.

Why don't you update it tonight in 100,000 words?

After making up his mind, Song Ren was about to continue the update, but A-Yao sent a message, he was overjoyed, and hurriedly clicked in.

"Hello steamed buns, I'm sorry to reply to you now, I've already recorded all the "Pipa Language", so I'll send it to you.

In the past, I felt that I had already mastered music, but since you gave me this "Pipa Language", I have realized that I have only scratched the surface of music.

It brought me a different feeling, but it really responded to the sentence: I don't know the meaning of the song when I hear it at first, and I am already a person in the song when I listen to it again.

It should have been done yesterday, but something happened recently, and after thinking about it, I did it again, maybe, the whole "Pipa Language" will be a little lonely, unwilling and painful in it, I hope there is no snake painting. ”

Soon, the audio file belonging to "Pipa Language" was sent, and Song Ren was pleasantly surprised, so fast.

He was just about to go to audition, and Ah Yao sent another message.

"Mantou, there's something I want to beg you, I don't know if it's convenient?"

"Hey, little sister, look at what you said, what's so convenient and inconvenient, although we haven't met much, but we have cooperated twice before and after, half an acquaintance, what do you say, if I can do it, I must do it, of course, as long as I don't borrow money." Song Ren replied.

On the back of the sky bird, Su Youwei was immediately amused by Song Ren's last words, and looked at her father, who was sitting in front of her and was silent, she thought about it and sent a message again.

"How short of money you have to be, talk to you about the topic, as long as you don't talk about money, it seems that you can talk about anything."

"That's a must, what is money, money is the foundation of all things, you can't move an inch without money, what do you eat, drink and live without money."

"Can that money buy a person's health and a person's life?" Su Youwei was silent, biting her lip and sending a message.

Song Ren was a little strange, how could this woman and herself get on the bar, isn't it just a topic of small talk, how can it be about life and death.

"Of course you can, you see, if you are sick, you can buy all kinds of medicines if you have money, wouldn't it be good to take them? Isn't this just health, if I hate someone and spend some money, there will be a killer to end his life. ”

In the face of Song Ren's nonsense theory, Su Youwei directly didn't know how to justify.

"I'm almost messing up, and I want to ask you if, if you get a score like this next time, can you give it to me, let me play it myself, feel it for myself, I really like it, and I can't afford to miss it.

I know it's very abrupt and very difficult, but I'm really scared, I won't be able to hear this kind of music again, "Pipa Language", is the best music I play in my generation, and it's my favorite at the moment, okay? ”

After Su Youwei finished this sentence, her eyes were a little red, looking at the dark night sky, her eyes were full of reluctance.

Song Ren here didn't know why, he always felt a little uncomfortable between the lines, and he hurriedly replied to the message: "As long as you don't collect money, there is no other problem, but then again, listen to what you mean, are you going to go in the near future?" The future is long, and there will be more opportunities in the future. ”

Su Youwei got up, turned around, looked at the twinkling stars in the sky, hugged his knees, listened to the whirring wind in his ears, and completely quieted down.

Yes, I might have to go somewhere, a far, far away, so far away that I was not prepared for it.

The hearts of the gods can't save themselves, even if the entire five gods of the Holy City dedicate themselves to themselves, it will only be delayed for five years, not to mention, this is simply impossible.

Who can write a century-old text in a year, and all of them are turned into reality as a god.

The gods represent the supreme glory of an author, the umbrella, the hero of the human race, how can he give up everything and take out his heart to replace himself.

No way, there is no such person in this world.

Half a year, haha, half a year is half a year, what is there to be frustrated, even if there are more than 100 days left, I have to live happily, and every minute and every second is every day.

"Dad-" Su Youwei suddenly got up with a smile on her face.

Su Yangxuan's eyes were red and he turned around: "What?" ”

"Shall we go down, the underground lights are so beautiful, I want to be a bad boy who never returns at night, I want to drink the strongest wine, and I want to do the hundred things you forbade me to do before," Su You said finely.

Looking at his daughter's smile pretending to be happy, Su Yangxuan's heart hurt and he almost cried.

He got up, and a fatherly smile appeared on his face: "Okay, I'll follow you, let's go down ......"

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