The Night Watchman of Another World: I know a lot of things

"Spiritual consciousness communicates with soul soldiers?" Yang Qing asked back.

"Oops, I forgot you haven't reached that level yet and can't do this.

Then try to play with your bracelet first, and try to communicate at the same time."

When the old man subdued these two soul weapons, his realm was much higher than Yang Qing's, and the problems he encountered were not the same as Yang Qing's, but he still gave Yang Qing some suggestions.

Upon hearing this, Yang Qing took his soul soldier bracelet in his hand, found the bluish-white beads and wiped them carefully.

The next moment, it seemed as if he had arrived in front of the rat statue named Zishen.

Gently stroking the statue and silently reciting the other's name in his heart, the white rat seemed to enjoy Yang Qing's touch.

Soon, the rosary representing the Sub-God began to glow, white light overflowed, and two short knives about a foot in length appeared in Yang Qing's hands.

"ha?!

I am also a person with soul soldiers!"

These two daggers have a similar length and appearance to the meteorite dagger, but they give Yang Qing a different sense of familiarity, which the meteorite dagger does not have.

It can even be said that with these two knives, the meteorite dagger is no longer of much value to Yang Qing.

After trying to fiddle with it for a while, in just a thought, the pair of daggers named Zishen were put back into Yang Qing's rosary.

Afterwards, Yang Qing tried to wipe another green bead, but this time he encountered setbacks.

Although this soul soldier named Genhu lived in Yang Qing's bracelet, no matter how Yang Qing called out to him or seduced him, he refused to show up.

Yang Qing was so anxious that he scratched his head, but the old man next to him was laughing.

"Well, a newly acquired soul soldier is not so obedient. It's good enough that you can summon one now. Communicate more with it in the future. Maybe you can summon it soon."

"What does it mean to communicate? Chat with the soul soldiers more often when you have nothing to do?"

"No, no, no, it's a communication between the mind and the spirit. Also, remember to play with the beads more often when you have nothing to do."

The old man smiled and said to Yang Qing.

It seems that all this makes sense. Beads are meant to be polished. The more you polish them, the more attached you become to them.

......

"Well, I've given you everything I deserve. As an old man, I only have a few Taoist hand seals that I can show off.

While I still have a few days to live, if you have nothing to do during the day, you can come and learn from me. As for how much you can learn, it depends on your own luck. "

Looking at the old man's figure which was much more hunched than before, Yang Qing felt a little guilty.

This was because the old man destroyed the two soul weapons by himself in order to leave them to himself, causing damage to his soul.

At such an old age, his health is already poor, and the price he paid can be imagined.

Yang Qing didn't waste any words. He knelt down in front of the old man and kowtowed three times.

"I don't know how to thank you. Let me kowtow to you. From now on, you will be my master.

Master, please accept my disciple's greetings."

But when the old man saw this, he dodged sideways and did not accept Yang Qing's gift.

"Forget it. I am a dying man, so I don't want to bother with these empty formalities.

The reason why I passed this soul soldier to you is because we are destined to be soul soldiers of the same type.

Secondly, I hope that the soul soldiers of my two comrades will not perish along with me."

The old man paused.

“I believe you can also see that the two soul weapons I gave you were also given to me by others.

Our bracelet soul soldiers can only subdue those soul soldiers that are above the materialization level and in a free state, and we need to know the name of the soul soldier in advance.

As for the soul soldier in this situation, it is impossible unless the host destroys the soul soldier by itself while still alive, thus cutting off the connection with the entity.

So, let’s hope!

I hope you will never be able to assemble the third soul weapon.

This in itself is not a very good thing. Unless it is someone you trust, who would entrust their soul soldiers to others?

Besides, human energy is limited after all. You can't chew more than you chew. One soul weapon already requires a lot of effort to cultivate. I think two soul weapons are enough for you."

Having said this, the old man's tone was filled with an inexplicable sadness.

"You can go back today. I am also tired. If you want to learn those hand seals from me, you can come back later."

After saying that, the old man turned around and waved his sleeves at Yang Qing, urging Yang Qing to leave.

Seeing this, Yang Qing had no choice but to give up. He bowed deeply as a disciple towards the old man's back, then turned and left.

After Yang Qing left, the old man sat quietly in front of the tombs.

"Captain Jiang Su, Brother Zhuo, I'm sorry!

I guess I have disappointed you after all. Until this moment, I still haven't been able to get over the hurdle in my heart.

Even today, I was taught a lesson by the younger generation.

But fortunately, I was able to entrust Genhu and Zishen to you before I died. I hope that kid won't let you down.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. ”

When the old man said this, tears were streaming down his face.

“In fact, you shouldn’t have saved me in the first place. It would have been much better if I could have died heroically on the battlefield like Miss Luan and Brother Li.

I shouldn't be living in such a cowardly way like I am now. I am about to go down to see you guys, and I feel really ashamed.

But I really miss you guys, it’s been almost seventy years!

After sending Genhu and Zishen away today, I feel a little relieved. I really want to have a drink with everyone."

Since that incident, the old man has not touched a drop of alcohol. Thinking of Yang Qing's performance today, the old man was filled with emotion.

"It's great to be young, and it's great to be fearless. Maybe this is what I lost back then. I should give myself an explanation."

The old man muttered to himself at the grave.

Exiting the small cemetery, Yang Qing walked down the steps of the Martyrs' Shrine. Mo Guang's lazy body had jumped out from the grass at some point and lay on top of Yang Qing's head.

"Boy, sure!

You have struck it rich today. Not only did you get two soul weapons for free, but you also found yourself a powerful master."

"Hush! Mo Guang, don't talk nonsense, that old man hasn't recognized me yet.

Besides, I don’t even know the old man’s name, so I can’t be considered his disciple. I’ll have to ask again tomorrow.”

Yang Qing sighed. Although he called the old man "old man", he was still full of gratitude towards him in his heart.

"Well, that old man is obviously a man with a story to tell. You can ask him about it. I love listening to stories the most."

"Sure, why don't I just give you to him? You're curious anyway, so you can just keep him company and relieve his boredom."

"Bah, I don't want to accompany an old man to look after his grave."

After Mo Guang finished speaking, he lay down restlessly on top of Yang Qing's head, swinging his tail and teasing Yang Qing's neck.

The mountain road stretches long and the sun shines brightly all the way.

Escaping from the illusion of the Seven Treasures Qianlin Seal was like a baptism for his physical and mental strength. This time, Yang Qing enjoyed himself very much as he walked along the road in the sun while humming a little tune.

After passing through the city gate, Yang Qing headed straight towards the night watchman's station where he was staying. As it was still early, Yang Qing felt that he could sleep for another hour or two.

Unfortunately, things did not go as Yang Qing had planned. When he was approaching the night watchman's station, Yang Qing was stopped by a group of thugs on the street.

There was a huge group of people coming, about fifteen or sixteen in total.

They didn't look too old. There were people of different heights at that station, all looking like hooligans who had been hanging out on the streets for years.

The leader carried a guillotine on his shoulder and asked Yang Qing with a raised eyebrow.

"Hey! Boy, yes, it's you, come here!"