Chapter Eight The Year of the Ox
"Did you see it?"
“…”
"What are you still counting on?"
"Stop your mouth!"
A strange conversation happened in the remote suburbs of a strange city. Looking at the figures of all sizes gradually fading away, young people wearing purple, blue, white and white warriors' short suits, the temptation of a black-robed monster came from time to time, and they were trapped in the deep magic test.
As he grew older, Han Zhongxi began to walk on the Central Plains for Anu, buying some medicinal materials back to Miaojiang from time to time. But as he grew older, no matter what method Annu used to seal, the demon bloodline finally disintegrated the seal step by step and began to erode Han Zhongxi's soul that merged with Han Zhongxi.
What's more, since Long Ming general discovered the bloodline of Huntian Demon Lord and told the great elder Mo Yi, he was destined to be unable to escape from Mo Yi's mercy.
The man in black robe who turned into a disguise of dead wood never showed his way around Han Zhongxi, but only urged the demon to sound in his ears to lure the demons out of the gate.
However, Han Zhongxi is straightforward and dull, and has not seen much effect during this period. If he wants to completely integrate the soul of the Heavenly Spirit with it, it will take some time to eliminate his will.
Who knew that even though Han Zhongxi knew that the demonization was difficult to resolve and wanted to avoid Li Yiru, he accidentally saw Li Yiru traveling with others. He could not suppress the demonic fire in his heart and almost burned out all his reason.
【Hmph, what are you escaping?!】
[You and I are one. How can Yiru understand your intentions with an elm-head like you?]
[Are you afraid that your demon bloodline will hurt her?]
[You and I are the parents and children of the Demon Lord, and have a noble status. Are we not worthy of the successor of Nuwa?]
A series of voices came to my mind, causing Han Zhongxi to have a split headache: "Nonsense, I am a human being, from a non-demon race. What kind of descendant of the Demon Lord has nothing to do with me. I remember the past as if I was less than ten years old, and I had nothing to do with it."
【Why do you have to deceive yourself?】
[Li Xiaoyao sent you to Miaojiang, deliberately separated you and Li Yiru and prevented Li Yiru from contacting you.]
[You are just afraid that one day you and I will kill Li Xiaoyao, avenge the bloody revenge for the demon father, and have no face to face Li Yiru.]
[Even I can't please the Idiot. Without me destroying the heavens, you are a waste with nothing.]
“Speak nonsense, talk nonsense—”
The black and red aura scattered out from the surface of his body, showing a fierce look. The more Han Zhongxi resisted, the more he was unconscious, the more eroded by the soul of the Fatian. The demons invisible in the dark kept chanting the spell, aggravating the fusion of Han Zhongxi's soul, until the young man let out a loud shout and rushed into the distance angrily.
He looked at Han Zhongxi running out of the horizon, and the magic shaped like a illusion floating in the air, and he was quite happy to plant willows and willows in his heart. He thought in his heart: "It's great, very good. I never imagined that this long-lost idle boy would bring about this change."
"If Yunshu and Li Yi can succeed, Your Majesty's ideas will be implemented smoothly. Although I am not optimistic about Your Majesty's ideal countermeasures, it is a way out."
There was a constant secret thought in my mind. Two red lights suddenly rose and fell under the Mo Yi's sleeve robe: "Severing Han Zhongxi and Fatian's delusion towards Li Yiru can further stimulate his obsession with revenge on Huntian Demon Lord."
"When the time is ripe, the man with Chiyou's bloodline will awaken, which will make humans overwhelmed with Shushan."
"At that time, the great event of our clan Yasha can be accomplished-"
Those who plan the situation should change according to the times. Although some places are contrary to Mo Yi's original idea, it is only when the wise should be the one who should be. As the priest elder of the Yasha clan, Long Ming's relatives and elders are even more scheming.
"Yunshu, you and Jinxuan are both very good chess pieces. The growth of these two years has really made the adoptive father look at him with admiration. You must show your good performance in this trip."
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Yunzhou is located in the northwest and borders several provinces in Longxi. It is surrounded by mountains and has dry and cold climate, and is thousands of miles away from Gusu, Jiangnan.
Not to mention taking Li Yiru out for a long trip this time, even Xie Yunshu's previous life did not take any means of transportation and would take a trip without taking any means of transportation.
Fortunately, he has a strange beast Yang Xiao, and he can fly two people for a while from time to time, which is much more stable and faster than horses, which saves them some time.
As a result, since he was eight years old, he had a rare opportunity to travel around China. Li Yiru pulled Xie Yunshu and ate all the way through towns and towns. Even the Jiangdu and Bihu Village where he and Wang Xiaohu used to travel.
But overall, it saves a lot of time.
But this also reminds Xie Yunshu. It would be too inconvenient to not fly on the sword without Li Yiru. Moreover, the world of China is vast, and relying on true energy to control the sword alone is still very energy-consuming.
So, after bypassing Qianfengling and gradually approaching the vicinity of Zhejian Villa, Xie Yunshu took the initiative to make a request. After two or three days, he arrived at Siyun Cliff, which was not marked on the map. Finally, he found the right location and discovered the spacecraft of the Immortal Sword World.
"Brother Xie, what are we doing here?"
"You give me a dragon sword, and I'll show you something fun."
"A treasure?"
Although they are still young, they have a long and powerful spirit. Even if they climb the mountains, they don’t breathe much.
But when Li Yiru thought of Lin Yueru’s request, she felt a little embarrassed and replied shyly: “Mom has made a request for you, how can I still accept your gift?”
"I may not be sure to lend it to my friends in the future, but unfortunately I can't give it to you directly."
As he said that, Xie Yunshu took Li Yiru to a circular platform that seemed to be embedded in the mountain wall but was actually semi-floating. A rectangular console was placed in the center, and a three-dimensional map of China was floating in mist.
Xie Yunshu said: "Besides, your grandfather is willing to teach me martial arts. It is worth it for me to repay you, let alone take an extra sword?"
"Don't worry, grandpa and dad have a lot of swords. I heard that the Xiahou family is famous for riding and shooting, but Brother Xie learned the fingering of the palm sword, which is a bit strange."
"Different martial arts are suitable for different people. You can't just not teach according to your aptitude just because a certain sect is good at?"
"Well, you're right."
Li Yiru nodded in a clear way, and then grabbed the point: "Who is Brother Xie's good friend? Are you even more close to Yiru?"
Xie Yunshu didn't recall it for a moment and was stunned: "Based on the length of time we know each other, is it... a little bit of a kiss?"
"Who is that?"
"The eldest young master who grew up with me is not very good at martial arts."
"Is it the young master of the Xiahou family?"
"As Xiahou Jinxuan, no matter how I teased him when I was a child, he was not angry at all, but it was fun. But he was not a nerd, very smart, and different from ordinary people. I have some ideas that outsiders cannot accept, but he can understand and agree with them."
Xie Yunshu asked: "What did you ask him for?"
Li Yiru looked at him curiously, and said naturally.
"If you go back to Xiahou's house, wouldn't there be no one playing with me?"
Chapter completed!