Four Lingqin of Douluo Continent

"Thank you Mr. Song for saving your life."

The skinny old man and Zhou Yun's master and apprentice all saluted Song Yan.

"Cough cough."

Suddenly, the skinny old man coughed violently again. As he coughed, a lot of blood spilled from the corners of his mouth. Obviously, his injuries were aggravated again during the previous attack.

"Master, how are you? I'm going to make some medicine for you." Seeing her master like this, Zhou Yun almost cried.

"No, those medicines are of no use."

Zhou Yun was stopped by the skinny old man. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth calmly and said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to survive, but I just can't worry about you."

Zhou Yun finally couldn't help but shed tears and cried: "Master, you must be fine. I will buy you the best elixir right away. As long as you have the elixir, your injury will be healed."

The skinny old man shook his head and said: "If those elixirs could suppress my injuries before, but now, even with those elixirs, they can't cure me, so don't waste your efforts."

"I don't believe it, Master, you lied to me, right?" Zhou Yun shook her head in pain.

"Silly boy, when did master lie to you? In fact, master has already looked away. Death may not be a relief for me, but master can't worry about you." At this point, the skinny old man's eyes fell on Song On the inkstone: "Mr. Song, can I ask you a favor?"

"You want me to take care of your apprentice?" Song Yan asked.

A smile appeared on the skinny old man's face: "Master Song is indeed smart. Yes, I want to entrust Yun'er to you. Although Yun'er's cultivation is still low, her weapon refining skills have reached the master level. Given time, she will definitely be able to She is more than an old lady, so I hope Mr. Song can take Yun'er in."

Hearing that her master actually wanted to entrust her to Song Yan, Zhou Yun couldn't help but become anxious and said quickly: "Master, I want to follow you, Yun'er is not going anywhere."

The skinny old man touched Zhou Yun's head dotingly and said softly: "Silly boy, Mr. Song has a strong cultivation base at a young age. You will not suffer any loss if you follow him."

"No, I still don't agree." Zhou Yun shook her head stubbornly.

Seeing this, the skinny old man's face darkened: "Why don't you even listen to Master?"

"But I am the master"

There was a hint of anger on the face of the skinny old man, and he interrupted Zhou Yun and said: "If you still regard me as your master, then follow the master's arrangements and not go to see Mr. Song."

Zhou Yun still wanted to refute, but found that her master's eyes were becoming more and more severe. In desperation, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and salute Song Yan.

At this moment, Song Yan's voice suddenly sounded: "Wait, I haven't agreed yet."

Zhou Yun, who didn't want to recognize him as my master, immediately glared at him angrily: "If it weren't for Master's request, do you think I want to worship you as my master?"

"Yun'er, why are you talking without apologizing to Mr. Song?" the skinny old man shouted sternly.

"Master, if others look down upon your disciple, why should you shamelessly worship him as your master?" Zhou Yun said unconvinced.

"Ahem, do you want to be angry to death? Master is willing to do it. Apologize quickly?"

"Yes, Master"

Zhou Yun responded aggrievedly and was about to salute Song Yan.

"Wait a minute," Song Yan shouted again.

Hearing this, the skinny old man couldn't help but become anxious: "Ahem, Mr. Song, Yun'er has a bad temper. Ahem, please don't argue with him. Yun'er's talent in weapon refining is very good. I will definitely be able to help you in the future. Just be considerate. OK, take her in."

"Brother Song, just take Sister Zhou in." Lin Waner pulled Song Yan's sleeve and said.

Song Yan waved his hand and his eyes fell on the skinny old man: "If you are willing to worship me as your master, I would be willing to take in this black girl."

Hearing this, the skinny old man couldn't help but be startled, and looked at Song Yan in surprise: "I am already a dying man, and I can't even use my weapon refining skills. What do you want me to do?"

Zhou Yun was very angry because Song Yan actually called her a black girl. Although her skin was dark, it was all disguise. She wanted to refute, but in the end she said nothing.

Song Yan's voice sounded again: "I don't care when you die, I just ask you if you are willing to accept me as your master. If you are willing, I will accept this black girl and guarantee that she will not be wronged in the future. If you are not willing ,Never mind"

The skinny old man hesitated for a moment and said: "Young Master is the savior of our master and disciple. Since Young Master does not despise this useless person, I will swear to worship you as my master in the light of the heavenly calamity."

As soon as he finished speaking, the skinny old man swore on the heavenly calamity simply and neatly.

"Yun'er, you should also swear by the heavenly calamity," the skinny old man looked at Zhou Yun and said.

Although Zhou Yun had a hundred reluctances in her heart, she didn't want to disobey her master's order, so she had to swear an oath to the Heavenly Tribulation, worship Song Yan as her master, and never betray her for the rest of her life.

"Come in with me and I'll help you heal."

Song Yan waved to the skinny old man Ouyang Tianding and motioned to follow him into the house.

"Young master, you know the extent of the old man's injury, so don't waste your true energy," Ouyang Tianding shook his head and said.

"Where did all this nonsense come from? Come in quickly."

Song Yan's tone was a little impatient.

"Yes" Ouyang Tianding had no choice but to obey.

After entering the house, Song Yan directly grabbed Ouyang Tianding's wrist, and then injected two divine lights of life into his body.

Five seconds later.

Ouyang Tianding's injuries have already healed.

"How is this possible"

Feeling the healing body, Ouyang Tianding felt that he was dreaming. How serious his injuries were. It could be said that half of his feet had stepped into the gate of hell. He only used his cultivation to suppress it, but such a serious injury was actually within two or three years. He was cured in just one breath. Even the best doctor in the world would not be able to do it.

But his body actually recovered.

"Thank you for your kindness, sir."

Ouyang Tianding knelt on the ground and said gratefully. Even though he was so free and easy when facing death just now, it was because he knew he was going to die. But now, with all his injuries healed in a very short period of time, how could he not be excited and grateful.

"Get up, as long as you do things well for me in the future." Song Yan nodded with satisfaction.

There are a large number of weapon refining classics in the Tibetan scriptures, and it is impossible for him to spend too much time studying them. However, the master and apprentice's weapon refining skills are extremely high. In this case, why not train them? This is why Song Yanfei wants to transfer the master and apprentice to each other. The reason why people accept it together.

"Thank you son"

"See if these are of any use to you."

Song Yan threw a jade slip to Ouyang Tianding, which contained several excerpts of weapon refining information, but none of them were complete. He had erased all the subsequent steps in refining the immortal weapon. When the opponent's weapon refining water reached the peak of the human world, It’s not too late to leave the follow-up to him.

"Yes, son"

Ouyang Tianding took the jade slip and checked the information inside. Soon, a look of great excitement appeared on his face, because there were many refining techniques and refining techniques recorded in it, which he had never seen before. He has been there before, and it is many times better than the weapon refining techniques he learned. If he can thoroughly understand these information, his weapon refining quality will definitely rise a lot.

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