Chapter 177 Three Years of Time, the Body Is Perfected!

Song Changming did not deal with Jiang Maocai privately, but just broke his hands and feet.

Then he handed the seriously injured and disabled Qi-refining assassin to the county governor Li Yan.

Now that Gu Wenhui and the second prince have become mortal enemies, he will definitely not let go of the Jianghu followers around the second prince, and perhaps he can make a fuss about him to give the second prince a headache.

When Li Yan heard that this person was a Qi-refining cultivator, he immediately decided to send Jiang Maocai to Nanyang with a heavy escort.

After this incident, Li Yan sent more guards to strictly check the warriors entering and leaving the city gate.

Especially the warriors from the north, they had to go through a lot of interrogation and verify their identities.

He was worried that the second prince would send someone to assassinate Song Changming today and failed, and would send someone to assassinate him, the county governor, another day.

And he did not have the strong strength of Song Changming, so he would really be unable to escape death at that time.

Although the second prince might not care about him, a small county governor, he had to be more cautious and do something, no matter if it was useful or not.

Song's house.

Song Ping'an was relieved to see Song Changming return safely.

He had also swallowed the Dragon Pearl and had opened the Nether Sea. His perception was very strong and he could feel the powerful breath and power of this uninvited guest tonight.

Knowing that the opponent tonight was of a high level, he was afraid that Song Changming would not be able to deal with it and fall into danger.

Fortunately, the facts proved that he was overthinking.

Although the opponent was strong, he was still not as strong as his own brother Song!

"It's okay, go and rest." Song Changming said to Song Ping'an.

"Then Brother Song should rest early."

"Yeah."

Song Changming threw the dragon-patterned knife in his hand to Dabai and let it hold it and put it back in the house.

He sat alone in the yard, reviewing the battle just now.

In fact, Jiang Maocai who came tonight is indeed a strong opponent. In terms of personal strength, he is much better than the ever-victorious general Xue Boyan.

If Song Changming had been attacked by the opponent a few months ago.

Even if he activated the secret technique of blood explosion, he was not sure that he could defeat the opponent, and he might not even be able to escape from the opponent's pursuit.

It can only be said that it was fortunate.

Fortunately, after killing Xue Boyan, he also received a generous annual reward, which made his strength advance by leaps and bounds in just over two months, ushering in a big increase!

He didn't even need to activate the secret technique of blood explosion to overdraw himself, and he could kill the opponent.

But after this battle, it does not mean that the crisis is resolved.

If the second prince continues to pursue him, the enemy he sends will definitely be stronger.

At that time, whether he can still kill the strong enemy like today is unknown.

He only hopes that the court and Gu Wenhui can put enough pressure on the second prince so that he will have no time to take care of him in a short time.

Under this, he must continue to improve his strength and must not relax.

If no one can punish the second prince in the future, he will do it himself!

The courtyard fell silent, and Song Changming sat alone on the stone bench, with a cold and stern light in his eyes, thinking about this matter.

He never held back on his enemies.

Even the second prince, who ruled a large king, was no exception.

As long as he was strong enough, he would kill the king!

To eliminate future troubles!

As time passed, Gu Wenhui of Nanyang was indeed powerful. Although he did not directly declare war on the second prince, he made many strange plans in private, which made the second prince's side anxious and suffered losses.

No time to care about a little Song Changming.

Two years later.

On a hill in a deserted village outside the city of Donglai County.

Next to the tombstone of Song's father, there was another tombstone.

Song's mother passed away this year. According to her wishes, Song Changming buried her next to Song's father, leaning against each other.

Behind them were two newly erected tombstones, which were the two children that the two elders had never forgotten in their lives.

The eldest brother Song Changping, the second brother Song Changan.

Song's mother hoped to find Song's father and his two children after her death, so she asked Song Changming to do so.

Song Yu's eyes were red and tears kept flowing.

Song Changming was also a little dazed.

After coming to this world, the two elders who had been together for the longest time left one after another.

He only felt that the two most important ties that concerned him were broken just like that.

This made his heart suddenly become empty, as if there were two more big holes that were difficult to fill.

A faint sense of nothingness lingered in his heart, and it has been lingering for many days.

He knew that the two elders would eventually die. Under his care, the two elders lived a long life in their old age, and they were not seriously ill or in pain. They died peacefully.

One of the important reasons why Song Changming stayed in Donglai County and did not go anywhere was that he wanted to stay by the two elders' side every day and accompany them throughout their old age.

Now, this period of companionship has come to an end, and Song Changming has fulfilled his obligations as a child.

The gentle mountain breeze blew, like a pair of gentle hands brushing his cheeks, and finally returned to the sky.

Even if he was reluctant, he should let it go and look forward in the future.

"Third sister, if I am not here in the future, please take care of my parents," Song Changming said to Song Yu beside him.

He knew that he would eventually leave Donglai County, it was just a matter of time.

"Don't worry, Changming, as long as my Zhao family exists, there will always be someone to take care of and clean the Song family tombstone." Zhao Huaiming solemnly promised Song Changming.

Whether it was Song Changming's promotion of him as the patrol chief or his saving of his family, this kindness was enough for him to remember and not forget.

"Thank you." Song Changming nodded.

He looked behind him. In today's atmosphere, the two dogs who came with him had lost their former vitality. They drooped their tails and ears listlessly and were not interested in the fresh environment around them.

"Let's go, let's go back."

More than a year passed like this.

Time flies, and the three years before and after have quietly flowed away in the mortal world without knowing it.

In three years, countless old lives have passed away with the wind, and countless new lives have emerged.

On the stage, some people left and some came on.

In the Song residence.

At this moment, Song Changming's skin was hot and red, and the stinging sensation was like being pierced by thousands of steel needles, accompanied by the taste of being roasted by fire.

People who didn't know the situation would think that Song Changming was going to be steamed.

It was unknown how long it took for the stinging sensation on his body to dissipate.

Many dandruff and keratin fell off his body, and the new skin was smoother and tougher!

"It's done!" Song Changming looked at his hands and felt that he was completely renewed!

The calluses on his hands that were originally formed by martial arts training also fell off and disappeared, and the five fingers were restored to their original slenderness and no longer rough.

Open the personal panel and practice martial arts.

Bone forging, the ninth extreme!

Marrow washing, the ninth extreme!

Meat training, the ninth extreme!

Now the last item of skin refining has also completed the last round of strengthening transformation and reached the ninth extreme!

"It's not easy." Song Changming couldn't help but sigh.

After more than ten years of body refining, starting from an ignorant boy of more than ten years old, to now more than thirty years old, he finally reached the state of supreme perfection!

A body refining practice, perfect and flawless!

"Congratulations, Brother Song, for achieving the Great Dao!" Song Ping'an imitated the outsiders, cupped his hands and smiled.

"What Great Dao? It's just the end of a small stage on the road of martial arts." Song Changming shook his head and chuckled.

Although it is indeed very rare to step into the state of great perfection of body refining, Song Changming is also very clear that this is far from the end of cultivation.

He will not stop practicing martial arts here.

"If you ask me, the Zhuji Pavilion is just so-so. With your strength, how could you only rank so far behind the Earth List!" Song Ping'an said indignantly, holding the latest Jianghu Secret Record in his hand.

Three years have passed. Although Song Changming is still on the list, as more and more outstanding people appear on the stage, his seat has been squeezed to the end, and he may fall off the list at any time.

This is also the point that Song Ping'an is most dissatisfied with.

In his eyes, even if Song Changming is ranked first on the Earth List, it is not an exaggeration.

The current ranking can only be said that the Zhuji Pavilion is blind and randomly ranking.

Song Changming himself didn't care about this.

"After all, Zhuji Pavilion is just a sect formed by a group of people. It is a little old at most, but it is not a real omniscient god. Their ranking seats are mostly based on personal deeds. The final ranking is determined by comparison.

I have been too low-key in the past few years. I don't have any achievements worth adding, so my ranking will naturally not be high."

Song Changming said casually, not caring too much about this matter.

He took a wet towel and wiped the new skin on his body.

Compared with the false reputations passed on by the outside world, he cared more about the gains from his own practice.