In the past, Shi Songtao treated people warmly and was very popular. Every year on the anniversary of death, many old friends from the past came to pay respects, but everyone tacitly avoided the early morning.
Apart from Shi Tie himself, only a few direct disciples would come to Shi Songtao's tomb with him.
Yan Zhaoge wanted to come here, Shi Tie naturally did not refuse.
After Yan Zhaoge and others offered incense to Shi Songtao's family, Shi Tie said: "You guys are interested, go back and rest."
Yan Zhaoge and Xu Fei looked at each other, took Ahu with them, and left together.
Walking on the road, Yan Zhaoge turned around and saw Shi Tie's figure, still standing there silently.
Xu Fei beside him sighed: "Master is still blaming himself."
Yan Zhaoge also sighed, as one of the few insiders, he knew what Xu Fei meant.
In the past, three members of Shi Songtao's family were killed. Shi Tie actually had a chance to rescue them, but the situation was critical, and the interests of the Guangcheng Mountain Sect were about to be seriously damaged. Among the people present at that time, only Shi Tie had the ability to stop it.
As a result, facing such a dilemma, Shi Tie finally chose to maintain the sect as a whole, but in this way, his own descendants could not be saved, and in the end, the white-haired people gave up the black-haired people.
This is the regret of Shi Tie's life. He who has always admired the world has no regrets, but he is only ashamed of his relatives.
To this day, although the Clothes Tomb has been erected, Shi Tie still has not given up his last hope. Whenever he has the opportunity, he will go to the place of the past to investigate, hoping that there is a chance that Shi Songtao's family can still survive. Saw their bones.
It's a pity that five years have passed, and there is still nothing to be gained, and the last hope is also dying out bit by bit.
Xu Fei murmured: "If you do it all over again, will Master make a different choice?"
He was talking to himself, and did not expect Yan Zhaoge to answer, Yan Zhaoge walked aside silently.
Xu Fei sighed, and then said: "Although grief, self-blame, guilt, but maybe, it will still be the same choice, Master..."
Yan Zhaoge asked softly: "If it was Senior Brother Xu, how would you choose between the responsibilities you shoulder and your own relatives?"
After a long silence, Xu Fei replied: "I don't know, maybe I can only give the answer when I really face that moment."
Yan Zhaoge nodded, the two of them stopped talking, walked forward side by side, reached a fork in the road, hugged each other as a salute, bid farewell, and returned to their respective residences.
Back at his own residence, Yan Zhaoge sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, calmed down and settled his thoughts.
After a while, Yan Zhaoge opened his eyes again, and took out a golden talisman from his bosom.
This golden talisman was obtained by Yan Zhaoge after beheading the fallen demon Xie Ziyi in the realm of demon energy when he was in Qingzhe Lake.
Looking at the mysterious and complicated lines on the surface of the golden talisman, Yan Zhaoge thought seriously: "It seems that it is a rather strange and uncommon writing, and it should have appeared after the Great Destruction."
Yan Zhaoge smiled bitterly. Like the relics of the Ice Dragon Martial Saint back then, this kind of thing that appeared after the Great Destruction, but relatively ancient compared to the present, made him the most helpless, and happened to be stuck at the weakest link of his knowledge reserve .
However, Yan Zhaoge is also working hard to make up for his shortcomings in this area. Looking at the golden talisman at this moment, it is not that there is nothing he can do.
"It's like a text that is only circulated among a few people in the extreme north?"
After pondering for a while, Yan Zhaoge ordered his subordinates: "Go and bring me the ancient texts that have been circulated in the northern part of Jinzhou. Take as much as you have, and the older the better."
Among the six continents of Leiyu, the northernmost region directly connected to the Arctic Sea of Ice is Jinzhou.
Soon, a martial artist in black sent what Yan Zhaoge wanted.
After spending time contemplating it for a while, Yan Zhaoge gradually had an idea in his mind, and lightly tapped the golden talisman with his fingers, his fingertips traced along the lines of the golden talisman.
Those traces stayed on the surface of the golden talisman and lingered for a long time.
Yan Zhaoge withdrew his fingers, looked at the lines on the golden talisman that were becoming more and more complete, and slapped the golden talisman with his last palm.
The golden talisman suddenly burst into dazzling brilliance, and turned into dots of fluorescent light, which disappeared.
Seeing this, Yan Zhaoge showed a satisfied smile on his face, and then saw the dots of golden light flying, condensed and not scattered, turning into balls of light and mist, floating in mid-air.
Yan Zhaoge took a deep breath, like a long whale sucking water, the balls of light and mist were all absorbed by him immediately.
For a moment, Yan Zhaoge's heart and lungs felt smoky.
With Yan Zhaoge's current level of cultivation, every viscera in his body has been tempered by the Gang Qi.
The uncomfortable feeling is only momentary and then disappears quickly.
Yan Zhaoge looked inside his body, and saw dots of golden light flying continuously, evenly sticking to the surface of every blood vessel, as if coating the blood vessels in his body with a layer of golden brilliance.
Even the tiniest and most slender blood vessels are no exception.
Yan Zhaoge breathed and breathed calmly, and as the qi and blood circulated, the blood flowed like hot magma, making a heavy roar.
After the stellar qi circulated for thirty-six days, Yan Zhaoge received his power, and the golden light on his skin flashed away.
Standing up from the ground, Yan Zhaoge touched his chin: "Some things seem to be on the agenda."
Thinking of this, with a wave of Yan Zhao singer, several brilliance flashed, hanging in the air, but they were all low-grade spiritual weapons.
Chongshan Armor, Fenhua Sword, Suolan Sword, Bright Sun Wheel, Zijin Thunder Sword, and Flying Thunder Sword.
Except for the mid-tier spirit weapon You Lingling Dao, and Yan Zhaoge's always-carry treasured spirit sword Jade Dragon, Yan Zhaoge's existing low-tier spirit weapons are basically here.
Speaking of which, they are all the signature weapons of other holy land cores.
The original owners of these spirit soldiers were Liu Shengfeng, Zhao Hao, Xie Ziyi, Xiao Sheng, Yan Shan and Lin Zhou.
Just this list, and these spiritual weapons, are enough to amaze other martial artists of the same generation.
If Yan Zhaoge held an expo with his trophies, it is estimated that many people would vomit blood due to their popularity.
Taking Yan Zhaoge's current cultivation base as an example, at the same time, basically, he can only mobilize one low-grade spiritual weapon. The extra ones can either be used as replacements, or used as hidden weapons. the enemy, or contain the opponent's spiritual soldiers.
There are too many spirit soldiers, and the opponent will be smashed to death directly. This is not just a joke.
After Yan Zhaoge reached the realm of Grand Master, these spiritual soldiers could be used at the same time.
However, Yan Zhaoge had other ideas, although at his own progress speed, Grandmaster was not far away.
After thinking for a while, Yan Zhaoge lightly tapped his fingers, and retracted the Chongshan Armor, Huirilun and Feilei Saber, leaving only the Fen Hua Sword, Suo Lan Sword and Purple Gold Thunder Sword.
Then Singer Yanzhao turned his palm, and there was a bamboo branch in his palm.
A section of dark green bamboo branch with faint purple light.
After turning on the inner crystal furnace, Yan Zhaoge threw the bamboo branch and three low-grade spiritual weapons into it.