Chapter 3 Ghost Shadow Sword

Author: Dayfly Dream

Chapter 3 Ghost Shadow Sword

"Master, what are you playing at?"

Song Sandao turned his head and stared at Jiang Nan who was in a strange posture and asked in surprise.

Behind him, dozens of Jiang family guards also widened their inquiring eyes.

"Huh? Why is there no response?"

Jiang Nan was puzzled.

It is said that Song Sandao has served as the leader of the Jiang family's bodyguards for many years, and has a pretty good relationship with the original Mr. Jiang. They drank wine and went shopping together, so there should be a causal relationship.

Why didn't I steal anything after using the magical power of "Heaven-Stealing Claws"?

According to my perception when I first created my own martial arts, it is clear that as long as it is a person who has a causal relationship with me, there is absolutely no possibility of failure of this magical power. Once it is used, one of the most important things will definitely be stolen.

Why does it seem to be useless when we get to Song Sandao?

"Could it be..."

Jiang Nan thought of the battle mode of the classic game in his previous life, and suddenly thought of a possibility:

"Could it be that this magical power has a cooling-off period?"

Suddenly, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

However, when I thought about it again, I felt that this was normal.

After all, this magical power itself is enough to defy the heavens. If there were no restrictions, it would be okay!

Then he laughed "Haha": "Uncle Song, let me try your reaction. You are indeed a master of martial arts. You are not surprised at all changes. You have the demeanor of a general!"

"Haha... How come you, kid, have learned how to flatter me?"

Song Sandao laughed and stepped forward, patted Jiang Nan on the shoulder, and joked meaningfully: "Maybe you were frightened by the strong men who robbed the Tao, and you want Song to catch them early and avenge you?"

"Hahaha. Sure enough, I can't hide anything from you, Uncle Song!"

Jiang Nan followed suit and complained: "Tell me, why have I been so unlucky recently to encounter such bad things?"

"I don't care whether it's bad or not. As long as everything is fine, it's fine."

Song Sandao shook his head and sighed: "Alas! I have long advised you to practice martial arts, but you just didn't listen. You must know that in this world where force is paramount, your own strength is the foundation of everything. Other identities, backers, etc. are all irrelevant.

It’s nonsense.”

"Is it still too late for me to practice martial arts now?" Jiang Nan asked expectantly.

"It's too late!" Song Sandao punched Jiangnan angrily: "You should just go to the countryside and be your local bully. That is the life that is most suitable for you at the moment."

"That's not necessarily true." Jiang Nan finished speaking softly, and before Song Sandao could refute, he immediately changed the topic:

"Uncle Song, are you done? I'll treat you to a drink."

"You're a guard leader, what's there to do?" Song Sandao turned around and ordered to the guards waiting aside: "Remember everything I just said, disband!"

"yes."

The guards retreated.

Jiang Nan ordered the kitchen to deliver wine and food to his yard, and chatted with Song Sandao about anecdotes about the world.

"My eldest son, weren't you not interested in these things before?" Song Sandao asked in surprise.

"That was before." Jiang Nan sighed: "Oh, I went out for a trip and realized that this world is too dangerous. It is always good to know more common sense."

Song Sandao didn't doubt him, and told Jiang Nan bit by bit about his experiences in the world.

Before I knew it, it was already the third watch of the rooster's crow.

Song Sandao's stomach was basically empty, and he couldn't bear it any longer, so he insisted on going back to rest.

Jiang Nan still refused to let him go and asked Song Sandao to rest in his room.

Song Sandao couldn't push it away, so he had no choice but to accept it.

Sleep on Jiangnan's bed.

Jiang Nan slept in the room that originally belonged to the nanny Biniang.

When the sky was dark, Song Sandao suddenly shouted from Jiangnan's room: "Where is the thief?"

Immediately following was the sound of Song Sandao rushing out of the room to chase the enemy.

It took quite a while.

Song Sandao returned to Biniang's house and shouted: "Master, are you okay?"

"fine."

Jiang Nan crawled out from under Biniang's bed, opened the door, and walked out.

"Uncle Song, what's wrong?" Jiang Nan asked in surprise, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

"Just now, someone touched my bed and seemed to want to attack me. Fortunately, I discovered it in time and scared him away." Song Sandao stared into Jiang Nan's eyes and said meaningfully: "Thankfully, Old Song, I

He is a warrior in the Qi Sea Realm, and his vigilance is much higher than that of ordinary people. If it were your boy, he would probably be out of business."

"ah?"

Jiang Nan patted his chest with a scared look on his face: "In that case, it was Uncle Song who took the responsibility for me and saved my life! Next time I drink, I will definitely give you a few bowls of wine, Uncle Song."

"Definitely! I don't dare to drink your boy's wine anymore."

Song Sandao obviously had a certain meaning.

It was obviously impossible for Song Sandao not to be suspicious of the dignified old world, and what happened was such a coincidence.

Jiang Nan didn't care either.

Everything has been done.

As long as you see through it and don't tell it, and don't admit it even if you tell it, everyone will still be friends.

"Hehe. Then I'll go to Uncle Song's house and drink your wine." Jiang Nan simply acted like a rogue.

"You...you've become thicker-skinned after going out." Song Sandao nodded helplessly on Jiang Nan's forehead.

"Haha. Only those who are thick-skinned will not suffer easily."

"Yeah. That makes sense."

Song Sandao said, and suddenly his face straightened: "From tonight, I will add an extra hidden sentry outside your yard, eldest son. In terms of safety, there should be no problems for the time being."

"However, I still suggest that, eldest son, you go to the countryside as early as possible. Go as early as possible and feel at ease as soon as possible. Everyone will feel at ease."

"I know." Jiang Nan nodded and said solemnly: "Thank you, Uncle Song!"

"well……"

Song Sandao sighed, said no more, turned around and walked out of the courtyard.

At that time, it was already dawn, and a line of white fish belly could be vaguely seen in the distance.

The color, which was originally not very brilliant, looked so dazzling in the silence of heaven and earth.

Anyone with insight knows that what a brilliant red sun is brewing under that silver ray.

When the time comes, it will burst out.

No matter the thousands of mountains or the millions of clouds and mist, nothing can hide it.

"Heaven-stealing claws!"

In the morning breeze, Jiang Nan faced Song Sandao's back and shouted softly in his heart again.

""Ghost Shadow Sword"."

This is the martial arts that suddenly appeared in Jiangnan's mind.

"Huh? Isn't it the "Three Thunderbolts" that Uncle Song is famous for?"

Jiangnan was shocked.

After a little research, I found that this swordsmanship called "Ghost Shadow Sword" is definitely much higher level than the "Thunderbolt Three Swords" that Song Sandao showed to the guard team, not to mention its power.

According to the principle that the "Heaven-stealing Claw" magical power steals "the most important thing" from the target person, it is obvious that this sword technique is Song Sandao's main martial arts, and the sword techniques exposed are mostly just cover-ups.

"It seems that Uncle Song's identity is not simple!"

Jiang Nan shook his head and smiled brightly.

It is a surprise to get the "Ghost Shadow Sword" which is stronger than "Three Thunderbolt Swords".

As for why Song Sandao concealed his identity, what identity was he hiding?

Jiang Nan didn't care.

As long as he doesn't endanger himself, even if the other party is a member of the demon sect, the number one villain in the world, what does it have to do with him?
To be continued...