Song Shuhang slowly opened his eyes.
This time, he was really awake. His head was cold, and he felt dizzy and uncomfortable.
Outside, the sun was high in the sky. It was the start of a new day.
Today was Sunday, right? Today, please call him 'Virtuous Buddhist Sabersman'...
The handsome, black-haired Dharma King Creation was sitting next to Song Shuhang, and said with a smile, "Oh, you're awake!"
Song Shuhang rubbed his eyes and said, "Eh? Senior Creation? Why are you here? "
If Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman, Prince Phoenix Slayer, or Venerable White were next to him, it would be very normal. But why was Dharma King Creation the one in charge of looking after him?
"How should I explain it?" Dharma King Creation was somewhat embarrassed, and said, "I don't know why you kept calling my name while you were dreaming, but you kept calling it over and over again. It was rather embarrassing. Then, Fellow Daoist Seven Lives Talisman called me over. "
Dharma King Creation felt very uncomfortable at this time. He and Song Shuhang hadn't had any formal contact, right?
At most, it was Yellow Mountain Zhenjun or some other fellow daoists who told Shuhang Little Friend about his daoist name. Why was Shuhang Little Friend calling his name over and over again while dreaming? It was giving him a lot of pressure!
...
...
What? I kept calling Senior Dharma King Creation's name over and over again?
F * ck!
It was definitely because I wanted to grow out my hair, and I was thinking about Dharma King Creation. But I didn't expect that I would talk in my sleep...
Song Shuhang felt very embarrassed at this time.
"Cough, about that, Shuhang Little Friend, is there something important that you wanted to talk to me about?" Dharma King Creation asked cautiously.
Song Shuhang quickly took the opportunity to explain. "Ahaha, I indeed have something I want to ask Senior Creation for advice on! Just now, I had a nightmare, and the method to solve this nightmare is precisely what I wanted to ask Senior Creation for advice on! "
After hearing this much, Dharma King Creation secretly heaved a sigh of relief. "Shuhang Little Friend, please speak. Oh, by the way, I heard that Shuhang Little Friend has seven Daoist names? What's your name today? "
"Sunday's Daoist name should be 'Virtuous Buddhist Sabersman'." Song Shuhang gave a hollow laugh. Then, he said, "Actually, I wanted to ask Senior Creation for advice. Is there any way I can be like Senior? Let your hair grow back in a short period of time! "
After hearing his words, Dharma King Creation laughed heartily.
"I was wondering what Little Friend Shuhang Little Friend wanted to consult me on. So it's this little spell." After saying that, he looked at Song Shuhang's bald head and felt a sense of soulmate welling up in his heart. Both of them were men who were striving to get rid of their bald image!
"Senior Creation. Is it necessary to cast this spell? Can I practice it with my current realm? "Song Shuhang asked.
He was afraid that he would need to be at the Third Stage, Fourth Stage, or even higher to use this hair-growing spell. If that happened, he would only be able to watch helplessly.
"Don't worry. Your strength of the Second Stage is enough to cast this little spell," Dharma King Creation said.
Song Shuhang's eyes immediately lit up. "Senior, please teach me this spell."
Soon after, he remembered the habits of the Nine Provinces Number One Group and said, "In addition, is there anything Senior needs? In other words, what can I use in exchange for this spell? "
Even if it was just a small spell, if the seniors didn't take the initiative to share it with everyone, they wouldn't be able to learn it. Even if it was just a spirit stone, they should take the initiative to pay something to learn it.
"It's just a small spell. You don't need to pay anything." Dharma King Creation held his chin and said. But after pondering for a moment, he added, "However, if you really don't feel good about it … why don't you listen to me sing a song? I've recently composed a new song, and I haven't let anyone else sing it yet. Why don't you be my listener and give me your evaluation? "
"Senior Creation can unexpectedly compose original songs? Awesome! Senior, please sing, I'm all ears, "Song Shuhang said in admiration.
When Dharma King Creation wasn't using the (Warring Buddha's True Body), he was a wanton and unrestrained handsome guy. He had the air of a celebrity.
"In that case, I'll sing!" Dharma King Creation was happy. He pinched his throat and tried to sound it out. "Ah ~ aaaaah ~ aaaaah ~"
The way he was testing out the sound was very cool. One look was enough to tell that he was a professional.
"Do you need an instrument? Senior? "Song Shuhang asked.
Dharma King Creation replied, "No need, I'll just sing a part for you."
Then, he opened his mouth and started to sing.
"Ding ding dang dang? La la la la? Easy to dodge an open spear? Hard to dodge an arrow in the dark? I'm standing on top of the city wall? Look at the enemies below ~ Ohhhh ~ "
The moment he opened his mouth, he knelt!
The destructive power of his voice couldn't be described with words.
When Dharma King Creation opened his mouth, the sound waves spread in all directions like the shockwaves of a nuclear bomb. The sound waves ignored all defenses in all directions and ignored both friend and foe.
Song Shuhang bore the brunt of the attack and was dumbfounded.
What's happening? What happened to my ears?
Song Shuhang felt as though he had transformed into a small boat that was swaying in the middle of a raging storm. He could capsize at any time.
What's happening? What's happening?
Dead? Am I going to die?
…
…
At the same time, many panicked cries were transmitted from outside. There was also the sound of people falling to the ground, things overturning, and all kinds of chaos.
"What's happening? Who's singing? Who's using the sound wave technique? "
"That voice … there's no mistaking it, it's the 'Soul King' Dharma King Creation!"
"My ears, my ears ~"
"Is it Dharma King Creation? Heavens … don't, don't! Mom, save me! "
"Fellow Daoist Creation, stop singing … it's one of us!"
"I'm going to die, I'm going to die ~ Someone stop Dharma King, stop him!"
"My ears are going to get pregnant, save me …"
"We're going to be wiped out, we're going to be wiped out!"
"I choose to die, die, die, die …"
"Dharma King, stop singing! If you don't sing, we're still friends, pfff ~"
"Cease fire, quickly cease fire, it's … it's our ally ~"
"It's bad, my ears are going to miscarry …"
"Quickly pierce your eardrums! Quickly! That way, we can still save them. "
"Fairy Dongfang, why don't you dance? Eh? Fairy Dongfang, what happened to you ~ Fairy Dongfang ~"
* * * * *
It was unknown how much time had passed, but it might have been as long as a century.
Song Shuhang was absent-mindedly sitting on the bed with a dumbfounded expression on his face.
What a terrifying sound wave attack!
This wasn't an adjective, but rather a terrifying sound wave technique similar to the 'Roaring Lion's Technique' whenever Dharma King Creation opened his mouth.
The devilish sound flooded one's brain … it was truly flooding one's brain. The sound wave directly entered one's ears and entered one's brain, continuously stirring it up and turning it upside down.
If an ordinary person were to hear this terrifying sound, they would probably turn into a fool.
Even some weaker cultivators would go crazy, right?
… …
… …
Outside the house.
"Is it over? That terrifying sound. Did I survive? "
"Fellow Daoist Snow Wolf, what did you say just now? I could only see your mouth moving, but I couldn't hear anything. "
"Easy to dodge an open spear? Hard to dodge an arrow in the dark? Only these two lines are echoing in my mind. It's so scary. When will I be able to forget this sound? "
"Fellow Daoist Ancient Lake Temple, don't sing. Otherwise, I think I'll sing along as well. "
"The house will have to be rebuilt, it's done for."
"Don't say anything … Fellow Daoist Northern River, the important thing is that we're still alive."
"Eh?" Amidst the wailing seniors, a tall girl with long legs and black hair was standing. "Am I the only one who feels that Senior Creation's song is pretty good?"
Jouko Hagi muttered to herself.
* * * * *
In the house.
After singing the song, Dharma King Creation was in a good mood.
As a main tank, he had to have a powerful taunting skill. Dharma King Creation's singing skill was much more powerful than any taunting skill. He would start singing as soon as he felt like singing, and he wanted to sing loud and clear.
After singing, the happy Dharma King Creation started to teach Song Shuhang the 'hair growing technique'. Since he was in a good mood, he guided Song Shuhang step by step and taught him how to cast the technique.
Song Shuhang was like a wooden statue as he accepted Dharma King Creation's teachings.
The hair growing technique was a very good technique, and it was very easy to learn.
The only inconvenience was that the length of the hair that would grow was not easy to control. Perhaps only a small amount of hair would grow at a time, or perhaps waist-length hair would grow at a time.
But it didn't matter. If the hair grew too long, he could use the technique again. And if it grew too long, he could cut it off!
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…
Song Shuhang had no idea how he managed to learn this magical technique. He was just like a robot, memorizing whatever Dharma King Creation taught him. Whatever Dharma King Creation told him to do, he would do.
Then, he cast a 'hair growing technique' on his forehead, and soon, a head of shoulder-length hair was sprouted.
His black hair had a healthy luster, shining like black pearls.
"In that case, Little Friend Song Shuhang. Ah, that's not right … Fellow Daoist Virtuous Buddhist Sabersman, I still have something to take care of, so I'll take my leave. You should rest well. Also, the cultivators' street market is about to start. Don't miss it, you might even get a few good things. "Dharma King Creation patted Song Shuhang's shoulder and laughed heartily as he left … he was in a good mood.
"The cultivators' street market," Song Shuhang muttered these words mechanically … it was finally about to start!
But for Song Shuhang, the cultivators' street market was nothing more than a formality. The most important thing for him at this time was to prepare his luggage.
Next, a one-month trip to space was beckoning him.
What kind of luggage should he prepare?
Fasting pills could solve the problem of eating and drinking, so it wasn't a problem.
But he had to think of a way to deal with it. Otherwise, it was very likely that he would get stuck in space.
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