Song Chengde got up and went out.

The young waiter appeared as expected, stopping Song Chengde, his face a little annoyed.

Song Chengde ignored the young man's mood: "Get me some food, I'm a little hungry." ”

As he spoke, he reported the names of a few more expensive dishes that he saw in the jade slip yesterday, and then asked for another bottle of wine. After speaking, he didn't wait for the boy to agree, turned around and walked back to the room.

The young man looked at Song Chengde's back and was a little annoyed, but he still found the steward to report.

The steward waved his hand to let the young man prepare according to what Song Chengde said, and tapped his fingers on the purple wood railing in front of him and said softly: "It seems that he is a smart person, and he has already discovered something unusual." I hope you can continue to be smart and don't ask for trouble. ”

Song Chengde picked up the chopsticks and ate them unceremoniously, he had been poor since his cultivation, where could he afford to eat the wine and food made of such precious spiritual materials, not only the taste was wonderful, but after eating it, he could obviously feel that his cultivation had improved a little bit.

Swept away.

Song Chengde drank the last glass of wine and burped, and his slightly drunk state made him unconscious, and he had a feeling of enlightenment.

Song Chengde suddenly understood the reason why some monks were cultivating desperately and fighting with all their might.

Song Chengde sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed and began to cultivate. The wine and food just eaten, coupled with the abundant aura of the Eighteenth Moon Building, coupled with the thorough understanding of life and death, the speed of cultivation is actually very fast.

After three days like this, Song Chengde actually entered the mid-stage realm of the fugue.

Song Chengde opened his eyes, and he was not very happy in his heart.

"Although I am a small person, but the little person only has to do one thing with the heart of death, and the result will exceed the expectations of you big people. ”

Song Chengde went out and asked for some wine and food, and after eating, he returned to the bed and sat down.

This time he didn't cultivate, he was going to tear his divine consciousness apart and split it into two paths.

With Song Chengde's current cultivation, one has no secret arts, and the other has no adventures, and it is very dangerous to split his divine consciousness into two paths.

Not only is it that if you can't hold on in the process of splitting, failure will be the result of the destruction of your divine consciousness, but even if the split is successful, your divine consciousness will be seriously damaged, and his cultivation will be reduced, and the divine consciousness that comes out of the split will also be incomplete, and there will be no room for improvement. Unless he obtains the Heaven and Earth Rare Immortal Immortal Soul Heart, of course, this is impossible for Song Chengde.

But for Song Chengde, this is the only glimmer of life he can think of now, and the only thing he can do.

The realm is not enough, there is no secret art, there is no adventure, these are not important.

Song Chengde relied on his strong perseverance and the will not to be afraid of death to forcibly split his consciousness.

It's like holding a knife and forcibly dividing oneself into two parts, not only overcoming intense psychological fear, but also enduring tremendous suffering, and directly acting on the consciousness is more than ten times more painful than the body.

A strong sharp pain kept hitting Song Chengde's nerves, and a strong sense of dizziness and the self-protection of his divine consciousness made Song Chengde feel like he would fall asleep at any time.

Song Chengde knew that he couldn't stop, because once he stopped, he would die without doing anything. Eighteen Moon Lou could have poisoned himself at any time.

After a day like this, it seemed like ten years had passed for Song Chengde.

Song Chengde opened his eyes with difficulty and let out a long breath.

I finally succeeded.

Song Chengde took out a piece of jade jue from his arms, this is his magic weapon, more precisely, a magic weapon, a magic weapon without any attack ability.

This was picked up by Song Chengde in a ruin, and he could feel that it contained aura, so he picked it up and kept it with him, and nourished himself with aura and soul every day.

I hope that one day I will be able to cultivate an amazingly powerful natal magic weapon like the legend.

But now it seems hopeless.

Song Chengde held the jade jue and injected the blurred and somewhat transparent divine consciousness into the jade jue.

After finishing, put the jade jue into a blue brick on the wall.

The Eighteenth Moon Building is full of formations arranged with spiritual materials, and there is a faint aura behind the green bricks, which will not attract the attention of others.

After everything was done, Song Chengde lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

He was already too tired.

Eighteen Month Building.

A man in black walked behind the old man in charge and said respectfully: "My subordinates have already found out, that person's name is Song Chengde, and he is a casual cultivator, in the early stage of the Ming Dao realm. This time he came to Liuhe Mountain alone, and no one lived with him before."

The old man in charge nodded: "What has he been doing these days?"

The man in black replied, "Except for asking for wine and food twice, he has never come out, we have observed a few times, and he is meditating and cultivating in bed." ”

The old man in charge thought about it and said lightly: "Then let him disappear and do it cleanly." ”

The man in black was about to retreat when he heard the old man in charge say, "It will take so many days for you to investigate such a person, you are really getting more and more slack." ”

The man in black trembled: "The subordinate is guilty." It's just that because the manpower in the Barren Moon Valley is a little tight, there are many monks who have failed the competition and want to come back, so we will find a way to keep them there. ”

The old man in charge nodded, and accepted the explanation: "It's okay to delay it for another day." ”

"Got it. The subordinate retired. ”

After the old man in charge signaled, the black-clothed man slowly retreated.

It's night. The moon is in the air.

There was silence on Liuhe Island.

Several figures quietly surrounded Song Chengde's room. A faint murderous aura permeated the surrounding air.

Why do most conspiracies tend to be carried out in the dark? Perhaps because most of the world is still light.

If the world is dark, then the conspiracy will not be divided into day and night, swaggering in front of everyone anytime and anywhere.

The door opened silently, and a powerful divine sense instantly enveloped Song Chengde's entire room.

The middle-aged man led by him couldn't help but be stunned according to the results of his divine sense investigation.

He sneaked in cautiously with someone, and the target person Song Chengde was still sleeping on the bed, and he didn't have the slightest intention of waking up until now.

This made the middle-aged man at the head a little annoyed, he was a monk in the late stage of the Ming Dao realm, and he led a team of people to assassinate a monk in the early stage of the fugue realm, and he still looked like such a weak and stupid monk.

If it was a middle-aged man who usually encountered this kind of thing, he would definitely wake up Song Chengde and torture him. But now that the task is on his body, he doesn't dare to assert himself, and directly stretches out his index finger and presses it on Song Chengde's eyebrows.

Song Chengde's body trembled slightly, and the vitality of his entire body had been wiped out by the power of the raging flames.

The power of the flames devoured Song Chengde's divine sense, body and clothes from the inside out, without making a single sound or firelight.

Looking at the intact bedding on the bed and Song Chengde, who had completely disappeared and seemed to be non-existent, the middle-aged man nodded all over the ground, and then disappeared into the darkness with the rest of the people.

There was silence on Liuhe Island.