The Master told Song Yue that the Tongtian Monument can be refined into the body and become a natal magic weapon, but the process is not easy. Cultivators need to build grass-roots levels, and warriors need at least the level of a master.

You have to be a martial artist like Song Yue who specializes in practicing spiritual power.

A lot of preparation is needed at the same time.

As in the past, it was enough for the Master to ask Song Yue to do his own thing well, and he would solve the others.

The Master then taught Song Yue how to use the Yuxu Tongtian Monument to contact others, as well as the secret method of entering and leaving the secret realm through it.

Only then did Song Yue realize that the effect of the Yuxu Tongtian Monument is far more powerful than he thought!

According to the Master's meaning, if the Tongtian Monument in this world is numbered, then his area should be NO.1.

Song Yue was very proud.

The Master looked at him indifferently and said, "The greater the opportunity, the greater the responsibility."

Song Yue patted his chest: "Don't worry, Master, I am born a responsible and passionate young man!"

The two talked very late in the study. The master's wife came over and urged them a few times, telling them that it would be cold if they didn't eat again.

Then Song Yue stood up reluctantly.

It seems that this is the first time, because of one thing, even the major event of eating was delayed.

"You can enter the secret realm, but be careful!"

"This time the Kunlun Gate incident is a lesson. Although it is not your fault and your handling method is fine, it is still too dangerous!"

During the meal, the Master rarely spoke and warned Song Yue.

Song Yue humbly accepted that he had never been poor and was unable to be a human being. Without any attack, he was innocent and could not kill the enemy with his own hands no matter how many fights he had fought since childhood.

The Master finished eating quickly, put down his chopsticks, and said to Song Yue: "The day after tomorrow, guide the thunder energy in your body. Take a good rest at home these two days, be prepared, and don't run around."

"The materials are ready so quickly?" Song Yue was surprised. Although he didn't know what materials needed to activate the thunder energy in his body, he thought it wouldn't be that kind of big-name product.

The Master lived in simplicity day by day, and I don’t know where he got the materials.

"Yes." The Master said concisely, "I'm going for a walk with your master's wife. You go home and come here early tomorrow morning."

It's okay, and I started to drive people out again.

Song Yue stood up and prepared to say goodbye and leave.

"By the way..." The Master hesitated for a moment and looked at Song Yue, "You and that girl from the Qian family?"

My wife Ang!

Song Yue yelled in his heart.

"Friend." He said shyly.

"A friend? Her grandfather called me and asked me about the secret realm. I told him that my boy was very grateful to him in order to protect his little girlfriend's stay in the secret realm." After the master said that, he waved his hand and said, "Let's go, let's deal with your young people's affairs by yourself."

Song Yue felt that Master was glowing all over his body!

The Master, who seems gentle all day long, is actually serious and even a bit rigid, actually has such a cute side?

My master can't be so cute!

Song Yue walked out of Master's house in a daze, and blew a cool evening breeze on the street, and his heart was still hard to calm down.

The Master actually lied to others for his sake and even asked for personal favors!

The grandfather who cheated on Brother Qian said that he was stranded in the secret realm to protect her... I don’t know how Brother Qian told his family?

Do you want to ask her?

Song Yue thought to himself, and then gave up the idea again. The girl was thin-skinned. If she was annoyed, she would be unbeautiful.

No wonder Brother Qian said that he would not look for her if he had nothing to do these days.

Hehehehe.

Song Yuezheng thought happily, and Meng Xudong called.

"Xiao Meng, do you know that you interrupted my future life vision?" Song Yue answered the phone, habitually took the initiative, and said over.

Meng Xudong was a little confused there, but he also knew Song Yue’s usual virtues and didn’t accept it at all. He said directly: “The Zhang family has opened a mourning hall in Xingwu Pavilion!”

"Hmm?" Song Yue was slightly stunned: "What does it mean?"

Meng Xudong sighed there: "I just received the news that the Zhang family should have been sure that Zhang Zixing will not be able to come back. He opened a mourning hall in Xingwu Pavilion. I have to go there later. No matter what, there is still some friendship between our elders."

"I'll call you and let me know so that you won't misunderstand you."

Song Yue smiled and said, "I won't misunderstand you. I'm just curious. Is Zhang Zixing really dead? Maybe he will bring his family back with a bunch of kids in sixty years. Wouldn't it be embarrassing then? What exactly did he think?"

Meng Xudong on the other end of the phone was covered in black lines, speechless. Do you have any idea whether Zhang Zixing died or not?

However, he was too lazy to expose Song Yue. When he returned to modern times, he used communication tools like mobile phones to contact him, and it was difficult to ensure that he would not be monitored.

At this time, Song Yue said on the phone: "Forget it, he thinks he is dead, so let's die. After all, I'll come and pay my respects later!"

"Are you crazy?"

Meng Xudong almost broke open and said directly to the other end of the phone: "My brother, their family may have listed you as the number one enemy now, but you went to pay your respects? What do you think?"

"What enemy? Zhang Jian, Mr. Zhang is upright and humble. How can he be innocent without any evidence?" Song Yue said with confidence: "I am a gentleman, and I am selfless and have a broad mind! I don't do anything wrong, and I'm not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door..."

Meng Xudong was almost collapsed there and lamented, "Brother, don't go first, where are you? I'll pick you up. Let's meet, tell me what you think."

"I'm... forget it, I'll send you a location. You just pull me and let's go to pay condolences together!" Song Yue said.

Meng Xudong soon drove over in a luxurious sports car, parked beside Song Yue, and lowered the window: "Get on the car!"

The exaggerated shape and the roar of a wild beast attracted the attention of many passers-by.

Song Yue opened the co-pilot's door and got into the car, touching the central control with a full sense of technology: "Good car!"

Meng Xudong said casually: "If you like to turn back, you can drive away."

Song Yue: “…”

"No, it's too shallow!"

Is he a person who doesn’t even have a driver’s license to get a car home as a decoration?

Meng Xudong asked while driving slowly: "Tell me the truth, what do you think?"

Song Yue glanced at him: "Xiao Meng, you have a problem with your mentality!"

Meng Xudong was slightly stunned.

Song Yue said seriously: "I have a conflict with Zhang Zixing, but since I entered the secret realm, there has been no intersection between me and him! This is not my nonsense. We have a lot of witnesses, you, Xiaoqi, Brother Qian... and some small chickens in the School of Practice. Everyone can testify for me. We haven't met him from beginning to end, right?"

Meng Xudong hesitated: "But... the arrow with a note at that time?"

"Isn't that an arrow shot by the secret realm people?"

Song Yue looked at him with confidence without any guilt.

Then he said earnestly: "Xiao Meng, if you have this mentality, then you might as well not go with me, so as not to misunderstand what I really gave Zhang Zixing after going."

"So you want to go to mourn to clear your suspicion?" Zhang Zixing looked at him.

"Is it one-sided?" Song Yue said calmly: "I'm going, just want to see what the Zhang family wants!"

Star Martial Arts Hall.

A piece of plain white.

From the inside to the outside, it was white and there was a lot of sadness.

Chen He stood at the door with a little confused and greeted the guests.

He didn't understand why Mr. Zhang insisted on holding a funeral at this time, right?

The relatives and friends of the Zhang family who came to the scene could not see much sadness on their faces. After all, everyone was confused. All the time the Kunlun Secret Realm was opened, there would be practitioners who would be greedy for the spiritual energy and resources that could not be left behind.

Some people will choose to return to the world after sixty years. For example, in the past two days, I heard that a group of such people came to the Elite Martial Arts Hall, all of whom are very strong!

Some people don’t come out after 60 years, and simply settle in the secret realm completely and become real secret realm people.

Zhang Zixing does not have the kind of soul card that is only known as the legendary great cultivator family. Why did his father decide that he was dead?

So although the guests were all heavy and solemn, they were a little dissatisfied and didn't understand what Zhang Jian was thinking.

However, Zhang Zixing's younger brother Zhang Zichen, wearing heavy filial piety, knelt in front of the empty coffin of the renovated mourning hall in the Xingwu Pavilion hall, crying with tears in his eyes.

He didn't believe it at first. His brother was so powerful, with so many top-level equipment on his body, and with a young genius like Ou Ping who came from aliens, how could he die?

It's obviously stranded in the secret realm!

But not only did his father not listen to his advice, he also slapped him hard!

He said that if it weren't for you little beast, how could your brother die?

Is my brother really dead?

Impossible!

He doesn't believe it!
To be continued...