The Years of Being the Male Lead Bai Yueguang

Artifact refining and alchemy are actually the same in principle, but some people's spiritual roots belong to the milder category, and they are good at controlling the temperature of the cauldron furnace. Alchemy is the highest, so Wuya Peak disciples are mostly water, wood, and fire spiritual roots; most of Xingzhe Peak are Dharma and sword cultivators and alchemy cultivators, so there are more gold and earth spiritual roots; Wanren Peak is sword cultivating and knife cultivating Compared with Qixiu, there are more fire, water, and gold spirit roots.

As for the wonderful Lingduan Peak, it cannot be regarded as a typical one.

If the cultivator's control of spiritual power has reached the point of perfection, it is not impossible to have an iron root like Yan Song...

But this has high requirements on the purity of spiritual power and the level of the practitioner.

Moreover, it is very difficult for Yan Song to cultivate a peerless magic weapon for Cheng Mou...

The materials needed for the magic weapon are scattered in all directions of Zhongsi. Even if Yan Song Yujian flies, it will take several months to gather them all.

Yan Song made up his mind, went back to the house, looked at the little doll whose eyes immediately brightened because of his coming, and suddenly felt a little reluctant in his heart.

After all, this is also the child he raised with exhaustion.

After more than three years, dripping water will wear through the stone.

Yan Song stepped forward and gently rubbed Cheng Mou's head: "What are you drawing?"

Cheng Mou liked Yan Song rubbing his head very much, he squinted his eyes and put on a look of enjoyment, and then presented the painting in front of Yan Song like a treasure:

"Look, brother."

Cheng Mou couldn't hold the pen steadily, and the lines he drew were crooked and ugly, but even so, he could still tell that the person in the center of the painting was Yan Song.

Yan Song endured the turbulent emotions in his heart, squatted down, and looked at Cheng Mou: "Senior brother has to go out to deal with some things, and he won't be back until three months later. During these three months, listen to Liu Jiang and Mochizuki, can you do it?"

Cheng Mou didn't react at first, he tilted his head and looked at Yan Song with a pair of moist eyes. After he chewed carefully and understood Yan Song's words, he could immediately see that his eyes were filled with water vapor, and the corners of his mouth curled down vigorously. , Seeing that I was about to cry.

Yan Song was determined not to look, and called Liujiang and Wangyue to watch over Cheng Mou. Even though he knew that Liujiang and Wangyue had been chasing after him with Cheng Mou to see him off, they strode out of the mountain gate without looking back.Only a heartless back was left behind.

It's a pity that Yan Song overestimated his own strength. To refine this sword, he needed the cold ice and snow water from the top of Canglong Snow Mountain, the poisonous tail of the endangered fire scorpion, and the frozen iron in the deep pool unique to the Jiugui sect.

It took more than three months just to get these things, not to mention that he had to guard the cauldron day and night, with a high degree of concentration, and constantly pour pure spiritual power into it.

When the sword was tempered, Yan Song looked at the sword, which was only two feet long, which was a funny length for adults to hold, but very suitable for children.

He was stunned.

He suddenly thought of the blunt and rusted sword that had been stuck in his heart many years later.

The length of the two swords is the same, and he has specially noticed that there is a crystal blue gemstone on the hilt.

The memories that he had intentionally forgotten surged up clamorously. He still remembered that at that time, Cheng Mou was holding the broken iron sword in his hand, with great emotion in his eyes, and said, "Do you remember this sword?"

Yan Song fell silent.

Undoubtedly, because of his arrival, the world in this book has become a closed and incomprehensible circle about the two of them.

By the time he returned to Lingduan Peak exhausted physically and mentally, it was already five months later, and it was hard to catch up with Cheng Mou's fourth birthday.

Cheng Mou, who got the news, locked himself in the room without seeing Yan Song, feeling sulking, but Yan Song had too much internal friction, his soul had not been cultivated well, and the headache that hadn't recurred for a long time came back.

Yan Song was worried about Cheng Mou and couldn't take care of his own rest, so he called Liu Jiang and Wang Yue to ask about the situation, Liu Jiang faltered and said:

"Second senior brother has always been in a bad mood. After finishing his homework every day, he would find time to sit on the boulder in front of the mountain gate until we went to find him and it was time to sleep and rest.

"The first three months were fine, but in the next two months we refused to go back no matter how we called. We had to wait until he was so tired that he fell asleep on the rock before we could carry him back.

"It was the same the next day."

Mochizuki glanced into the room worriedly, and said: "I'm afraid the child will not be able to do this for a long time, and there will be psychological problems, but fortunately, senior brother, you are back."

Yan Song felt his head hurt even more, he rubbed his forehead: "When did he lock the door?"

Liujiang Wangyue looked at each other, but they didn't know it.

Yan Song was on fire. First, he was worried that Cheng Mou would have an accident if he locked himself in the room. Second, he was short of spiritual power for a long time, and his spirit was always tense. When the needle was stuck, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell down in front of the door, unconscious.

Liu Jiang and Mochiyue shouted in shock, flustered, but Cheng Mou heard the movement outside the door, and opened the door with a cold face. When he saw Yan Song fainted on the ground, he thought about anger and cold war again, No matter how angry Yan Song's dishonesty was, it all disappeared after he saw the blood at the corner of Yan Song's mouth.

Liu Jiang fed Yan Song a Resurrection Pill into his mouth. When Yan Song woke up and learned about it, his face was so distressed that it almost wrinkled into a bun.

The matter that he can solve with two sleeps, is it worth using the Resurrection Pill?Why, Qing Yuanzong has mines?

Yan Song touched his heart that was in pain, sighed twice, suddenly felt something fluffy moving around him, he froze for a moment, and saw a small black head coming out from under the quilt.

——It’s a little bastard whose eyes are swollen from crying and who doesn’t make people feel at ease.

Seeing Yan Song waking up, Cheng Mou, the bastard, let out another string of tears like broken beads, and opened his mouth to say to Yan Song:

"fraud."

Yan Song: "..." Who taught him, who?

Before Yan Song could react, Cheng Mou climbed onto Yan Song's chest with hands and feet, put his arms around his neck, and cried out for his senior brother.

Yan Song only felt that the softest part of his heart had been pinched, he half sat up, leaned against the head of the bed, hugged Cheng Mou, and apologized softly.

It was indeed his mistake. He overestimated his strength too much. He could not imagine Cheng Mouku's despair and anxiety as he waited day after day.

Enron or not?Can it be returned?

Yan Song gently tightened Cheng Mou's hand, and said softly: "It's brother's fault.

"I will celebrate your birthday next year."

Cheng Mou cried fiercely and gave a vague "hmm".Tears still flowed uncontrollably, and I don't know how little people have so many tears, Yan Song was very distressed, and finally understood why in the real world, the whole family, old and young, had to circle around a child.

Naturally, she couldn't bear to see him unhappy, and all her words fell on those three "reluctant".

Yan Song straightened Cheng Mou's face and let him look at him: "Cheng Mou, since you want to be a swordsman, do you know what the heart of a swordsman should be?"

Cheng Mou couldn't understand Yan Song's words, so he could only look at him ignorantly and seriously with big innocent eyes.

Yan Song took out the sword he had trained for Cheng Mou, and said, "Then do you know what is our natural mission as the righteous way?"

Cheng Mou's sobbing gradually weakened, his throat was a little swollen, and he said in a soft voice, "Protect... protect... big brother!"

Yan Song: "..." Good boy.

Yan Song pretended not to hear: "We follow the righteous way and use the power of heaven to go against the sky, then we must protect Zhongsi, if the demons have evil intentions, then we will kill the demons."

"Punish unruly things, punish evil spirits."

Since then, Yan Song's words planted a seed in Cheng Mou's heart, making Cheng Mou believe in it.

When Yan Song sent the sword he made for Cheng Mou to Cheng Mou and asked him to name him, Cheng Mou didn't even think about it, his expression was firm, and his words were immature, but his words were powerful:

"Destroy the devil."

When Cheng Mou was sent away that day, Yan Song was silent for a long time.

Did history change because of his coming, or did he come here because history had already changed?Yan Song really couldn't figure it out.

In addition, what shocked him was the name of the sword.

If he remembers correctly, the real Demon Slaying Sword should be such a high-grade heavenly sword obtained by the male protagonist after he became a Demon Emperor, thoroughly digested the Demon Emperor's inheritance, and went through hardships under the abyss of ghosts in the Fallen Immortal Cave. sword.

How did it get here... the Demon Slayer Sword became a birthday present for the little bastard that he refined?

Perhaps, it was because of this sword that the later Cheng Mou named "Devil Killing Sword" came into existence. After thinking about it, Yan Song didn't dare to think about it any further.

Facing Yue Rongzuo, he finally felt that he owed Cheng Mou a lot.

567 finally fully charged when Yan Song wanted to raise the son of a bitch.

Yan Song listened to the unfamiliar mechanical sound in his mind, expressionless.

567 sees that Yan Song's spirit has almost recovered, so he wants to bring Yan Song back to the real world.

Yan Song refused to leave: "I remember, I still owe you [-] points, how can I pay you back?"

567: "You don't need to pay it back, the main system said you performed very well, host, you can go back with peace of mind."

Yan Song: "...

"No, I never like to owe others anything, I must pay you back these [-] points."

One person, one system threw the ball back and forth several times, and 567 asked the main system for instructions and discussed with Yan Song. In the end, both sides took a step back, and 567 sent Yan Song back to the main timeline, responsible for maintaining the world in the book However, Yan Song wants to return to the real world after falling asleep, so that the time there can flow and lead a normal life.

Yan Song thought about it, and felt that he hadn't seen his parents for a long time, and his emotions were suppressed in his heart, and he was hooked out by an introduction, but he was really homesick.

Yan Song agreed.

The next day, 567 prepared Yan Song's new identity on the main timeline and wanted to take his soul away.

Yan Song pursed his lips and asked 567 to wait.

Yan Song went to look for Cheng Mou, interrupted his classwork, and told him a few words, to the effect that he had some things to deal with when he went down the mountain, and he would come back soon—it was true that he would come back soon, but what came back was just a shell That's it, the original is mainly back.

Cheng Mou didn't believe it, so he insisted on sending Yan Song all the way down the mountain.

Yan Song had no choice but to let him go. Before reaching the mountain gate, Yan Song asked Liu Jiang Wangyue to watch him, but he turned around resolutely and left.

Goodbye, Cheng Mou, see you in ten years.

When he finally couldn't help but look back, he saw a young boy sitting on a stone with a sword in his arms, shrinking into a motionless little black spot.

Has been watching him.

At that moment, Yan Song felt his eyes a little sour.

The little boy held a sword and was waiting for him to come back.

He said he would celebrate Cheng Mou's fifth birthday, but he finally broke his promise.