Today is the day when Lin Song leaves his family and goes to the Shenhe River Valley. After putting some water, dry food, and commonly used herbs into the surface bag in batches, Lin Song walked straight towards the clan's council hall.www.biquge.info And after listening to Lin Song's intentions, although Lin Yi was reluctant in his heart, he did not open his mouth to save it. After all, the vast continent is the place where teenagers should gallop, and blindly staying in this small Gengcheng will not go through the real experience, but will block its pace towards strength.

"Did you say goodbye to Lin'er?" After explaining some precautions for traveling, Lin Yi changed the topic and asked the young man in front of him.

"No, just go quietly, tell her, and it will be even more reluctant when the time comes. Exhaling a little melancholy, in Lin Song's mind, a simple and elegant yellow shirt shadow quietly emerged.

"But if you leave, you may not see you again for a few years. Seeing Lin Song's slightly melancholy expression, a touch of distress and helplessness appeared on Lin Yi's face, and he said in a low voice.

Rubbing his little face heavily, the next moment, Lin Song reluctantly squeezed out a smile, and then hugged his fist respectfully at Lin Yi: "Patriarch, in the past few years since I was away, I still bothered you to take more care of your grandmother!"

Gently patting Lin Song's shoulder to signal that he didn't need to worry about this matter, Lin Yi spread his palm, and a copper-colored card suddenly appeared in his palm: "This volume of 'Xuanhuo Fist' is currently the highest-level volume of our family. Hehe, although your teacher's treasures are countless, this is the most noble send-off gift that our Lin family can give you. ”

After a pause, Lin Yi's eyes had an inexplicable meaning: "Moreover, little guy, this scroll of Yuan Ji was created by your father himself, and when you reach the Spirit Yuan level in the future, you will practice it." ”

Hearing that this "Xuanhuo Fist" was created by his father himself, Lin Song's little face full of nostalgia and sluggishness flashed with curiosity, and gently pasted the card on his forehead, and a stream of information suddenly flashed in his mind.

"Xuanhuo Fist, Purple Bronze Scroll Yuanji, with the ability to turn fire, when fighting against people, there is a chance to slow down the operation speed of the elemental energy in the enemy's body, and when fighting against opponents of the same level or lower than their own, the effect is even worse..."

After browsing the information in the card in a daze, a touch of surprise slowly appeared in Lin Song's eyes. You must know that it is not a very easy thing to create your own yuanji, and many of the high-volume yuanjian that are circulated on the road are all created by the strong people who are famous and moving. And although his father is a human yuan powerhouse, in Lin Song's perception, this kind of strength does not have the qualifications to create his own yuanji. However, the card in front of him showed that his father not only created his own yuanji, but also the level of this yuanji had reached a rather rare copper scroll.

As if he understood Lin Song's thoughts at the moment, Lin Yi smiled slightly, and there was a deep envy and nostalgia in his voice: "Back then, your father's cultivation talent was excellent, and many of the elements in the family were created by your father. And this volume of 'Dazzling Fire Fist' is your father's lifelong pride. If your father hadn't disappeared at the beginning, I think it wouldn't be very difficult to reach the Kun Yuan or Qianyuan powerhouse now. ”

Quietly listening to Lin Yi's words, a majestic figure that was somewhat similar to himself quietly emerged in Lin Song's fantasy. The father back then should have been as handsome and burly as this.

Seeing that Lin Song was silent, Lin Yi thought that he had touched Lin Song's sadness, so he patted the former on the shoulder and comforted: "Song'er, don't have too much burden in your heart, do your best, just cultivate with peace of mind, and when you reach a certain level in the future, I will tell you who kidnapped your parents, and now I will only increase your pressure." ”

Nodding slightly, seeing the early sky outside the window, Lin Song's heart suddenly tightened, and he was ruthless, and said to Lin Yi: "Patriarch, later, I will go to meet with the teacher, and I hope you will tell grandma and Lin'er after I leave, I am afraid that seeing them will shake my determination to go out to practice." ”

A wry smile appeared on his face, and after a while, Lin Yifang nodded lightly in Lin Song's almost pleading eyes.

As if he suddenly thought of something, Lin Yi hesitated, and with a flick of his right hand, a ring with a light purple color suddenly appeared in his palm, which was the token of the patriarch of the Lin clan - the Soul Ring.

"This ring has the function of increasing the primordial spirit, and using it to baptize you may have an effect. Urging the internal energy to wake up the ring, Lin Yi smiled faintly.

Looking at the fluorescent soul ring on Lin Yi's hand, a warm current slowly flowed through Lin Song's heart, this ring was a patriarch token, and ordinary people couldn't see it at all, but Lin Yi was willing to use it to baptize himself in order to add a trace of primordial spirit to himself.

"Close your eyes and sink your mind!"

While Lin Song was thinking to himself, Lin Yi suddenly said quite seriously.

Hearing this, Lin Song was not pretentious, and closed his eyes immediately. Seeing this, Lin Yi's heart moved, and the Soul Ring suddenly shone brightly, and then slowly floated up from the former's hand strangely, and then moved towards Lin Song's head.

The Soul Ring stopped about a few inches above Lin Song's head, and suddenly, the latter's body was slowly covered by the light released by the Soul Ring.

The light covered his body, and a somewhat strange feeling rose from Lin Song's heart, as if he had established some kind of strange connection with the Soul Ring. However, before I had time to think about it, that feeling disappeared.

The light lasted for about half an hour, and at a certain moment, when the light above Lin Song's head finally disappeared, Lin Song was surprised to feel that the power of the Yuan Shen, which could only be enhanced with age or strength, was really a little stronger than before at this moment.

With a shocked face, he slowly opened his eyes, but he saw Lin Yizheng staring at him with a smile.

"This soul ring can really increase the power of a person's primordial spirit!" The consternation on his face had not yet dissipated, and Lin Song said incredulously.

"Hehe, it seems that it has succeeded! But Song'er, this soul ring is a token of the patriarch, if it is handed over to you, I am afraid that it will be difficult for the elders to explain it. Therefore, Uncle Lin can't give you this ring yet. The smile on his face narrowed slightly, and Lin Yi said with some regret.

Nodding slightly, Lin Song is not the kind of person who does not know the current affairs, Lin Yi may have violated the clan rules by using it to baptize himself, how can he be embarrassed to ask the former to give the ring to him, although that ring does have a very huge attraction to Lin Song.

After talking to Lin Yi for a while, Lin Song got up and made the most solemn gift in the family to the former, and then quietly walked out of the council hall in the former's reluctant eyes, and then walked towards the back mountain of the family.

"I'm afraid this life spirit ring has a lot of origin!" At the moment when Lin Song stepped out of the council hall, in the lock flute, Cheng Xian's wisp of Yuan Shen said in a very solemn heart, but after thinking to no avail, he had to give up for the time being.

Quietly watching the young man in green shirt walk away, Lin Yi's eyes flashed with a touch of reluctance and expectation, and he sighed secretly, and turned around, but the moment he turned around, the living ring that had already been worn on his left hand suddenly flashed a strange light, which was fleeting.

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Walking on the path leading to the back mountain, Lin Song rubbed his little face, suppressed the slightly complicated mood in his heart, and just wanted to raise his footsteps, a charming voice that made people feel a little pity suddenly sounded from behind him: "Lin Song, are you leaving?"

Turning his head, looking at this bewitching woman who was wrapped in red clothes, but still showed her exquisite curves to the fullest, Lin Song hummed lightly, his eyes swept over the snow white between his lower abdomen without a trace, and looked away and said: "After staying in the family for so many years, it's time to go out and take a look." ”

Hearing what Lin Song said, Lin Jingyu lifted the green silk in front of her forehead to the back of her head, and there was a faint reluctance and worry in her eyes: "When you are alone in the future, you must take care of yourself." ”

Nodding slightly, Lin Song turned around, and then walked towards the back mountain, leaving Lin Jing standing there alone.

"Lin Song!" When the former was about to walk to the end of the path, an almost uncontrollable shout suddenly spat out from Lin Jing's delicate red lips, causing the former to stop in an instant.

Looking at the young man in green shirt who stopped but didn't turn around, Lin Jing bit her red lip lightly and said again: "Come on, we're waiting for you to come back!"

With a bitter smile, the young man in the green shirt finally stopped staying and strode towards the end of the path.

"Got it, Sister Lin Jing!"

Foolishly watching the young man in the green shirt gradually move away, a low delicate sob, which only Lin Jing could hear, slowly circulated from between his red lips and teeth.

"I'm waiting for you to come back!"

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Before he went to the Qingtan where he practiced in the past, Cheng Xian was already waiting here. And when he saw Lin Song's sluggish appearance, the latter sighed secretly but did not speak. The wisp of Yuan Shen left by himself in the flute of the lock edge has already passed back all of Lin Song's previous experiences, but Cheng Xian is not good at saying too much about this kind of family affection and the ignorant feelings of the young man.

Turning his head and glancing in the direction of the family, Lin Song sorted out his messy thoughts, smiled lightly at the old man, and took the lead in the direction of the Yanhe River. The latter, with another secret sigh, followed closely.

On the top of a small hill not far away, two figures, an old man and a young man, quietly watched the master and apprentice gradually disappear from the field of vision under the mountain, the slightest mist, instantly moistened their eyes, and tears burst out of their eyes as if they were uncontrollable, so that the two of them snuggled together tightly and refused to leave for a long time....

"Brother Lin Song, Lin'er, waiting for you to come back!"