Du Xuan thought about it, but shook his head and said, "Forget it, Master Mo has brought me over here just now, and he has almost visited. You might as well go back to practice quickly, and I have to go back to practice too. I have not practiced well all the way, and I have been wasting a lot of life."
Du Xuan said everything, so Gu Jinxuan had to go back obediently to continue practicing. Du Xuan took out the wild Ruyi Shuttle and flew directly back to the Academic Courtyard of Izuyun Peak, and practiced cross-leggedly.
In the Martial Gate for a few days, Gu Zhikun, as the elder of the Demon Valley, naturally needed to fly around between the Martial Soul Top and the Izuyun Peak from time to time. Du Xuan and Zhong Nan rarely went out, almost like in the Demon Valley before, practicing behind closed doors every day.
Especially Zhong Nan, after the Battle of Pheasant Mountain, he was convinced that the gap between himself and Du Xuan was confirmed. Now that he practiced, he naturally became even more selfless and sacrificed his life.
At the same time, other family forces also came to the Martial Soul Top and moved into the Izumi Peak.
The three of the Demon Valley live in Court A, while the elders of the Tang Gang live in Court B, and Sunjiabao lives in Court C. The arrangements of the Wumen are basically determined by the strength of each family. Like the Wumen, Mogu is both the masters of their respective fields and ranks first, so naturally no one has any objections.
The day before the league leader meeting was about to be held, the sixth day after Du Xuan moved into the Wumen, the Du family finally reached the top of the Wuhun.
"Haha, come in quickly! Du Xuan must be very happy."
At this time, Du Xuan was practicing using the second level of the airspace technique in the room, but suddenly heard Gu Zhikun's cheerful voice outside the door.
Du Xuan was stunned at first, then immediately stopped practicing, stood up, and ran out directly!
Gu Zhikun and others in the yard were talking and laughing, and suddenly saw a figure snatching the door and standing in front of them.
Looking at the familiar faces in front of him, Du Xuan stood there for a moment, then he knelt on his knees with a "thump" and leaned over and shouted: "Father! Grandpa! Master!"
Du Zhihuo took the lead and quickly stepped forward, helping Du Xuan up, his eyes turned red, and he stroked Du Xuan and said tremblingly: "It's all so high, it's all so high."
Du Zhimu and Du Pengyu also followed closely forward. Although both of them tried their best to suppress the fluctuating emotions in their hearts, their red eyes showed the excitement in their hearts.
It's been three years.
"It's even stronger." Du Zhimu looked at Du Xuan, his eyes full of pity, "Child, you're suffering."
Du Xuan blinked his eyes, tried hard not to remove the tears at the corners of his eyes, and shook his head and said, "Xuan'er is not bitter."
"Father, your son is unfilial, which makes you worry." Then, Du Xuan turned slightly and looked at Du Pengyu who had been silent.
Du Pengyu's tough face was tense, he just nodded and instructed: "Okay... follow Master Zhikun to practice!"
"Go, go into the room and say." Gu Zhikun walked forward and called everyone into the lobby.
It has been three years since I left the Du Mansion.
In the past three years, Du Xuan has never returned home, and has only met Du Ziwei once in the Demon Valley. He only contacted his relatives occasionally, or learned about the recent situation in the mansion from the disciples of the Du family who came to exchange for his magic skills for him.
In the lobby, Du Zhimu and Du Zhihuo kept asking about Du Xuan's situation.
When Gu Zhikun got all the praises, when he heard Du Xuan practiced hard in the Demon Valley and his cultivation had made rapid progress, when he heard Du Xuan shining at the Demon Fighting Conference, the three of them nodded with relief.
However, when they heard Du Xuan in the Demon Valley, they were often excluded by the disciples of the Tang Gang, and when they heard the assassination in the Demon Valley, the three of them were also very angry.
Especially in front of Du Zhimu and Du Zhihuo, Du Pengyu, who rarely spoke, kept all this in his heart.
From a martial arts genius to a mere demon cultivator today, Du Xuan certainly knew his weight and status in the eyes of other people in the Du family, and also knew how little the importance of a demon cultivator to the Du family was.
However, after three years of separation, the two grandfathers and fathers still cared about themselves so much, which made Du Xuan feel even more guilty.
In this world where strength is respected, how can I receive such extra care and care?
I am just a demon cultivator. In the eyes of the world, no matter how high my cultivation level is and how deep my attainments in demon fights, I will be just a demon cultivator after all.
Especially after experiencing the attack on Pheasant Mountain, although he was brilliant, after comparing with the martial artists in person, Du Xuan became more aware of the gap between him and the martial artists.
After having dinner together, my father and two grandfathers have returned to their residence and their own courtyard.
Du Xuan stood alone in the courtyard of the courtyard, looking up at the starry sky.
The Izumi Peak, which stands on the clouds, seems much closer to the stars in the sky, and seems to be within reach, but it still seems to be out of reach. Just like the yearning in the heart of this young man and the pursuit in his heart.
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The next day.
The Martial Soul Top, the top of the towering Martial Soul Mountain, the most powerful figures in ASEAN gather here. The Martial Soul Hall, this majestic and upright ancient temple, had more than 20 wooden chairs filled.
The league leader meeting is about to officially kick off.
The person who is in the high seat in the hall has white hair, but still has red faces and is full of energy. No one in the hall dares to underestimate this old man, and is respectful and humble.
This person is Tong Lao, the leader of the Wusect, and the only martial artist in Qiankun Realm who is known to be alive in ASEAN.
"Everyone." Mr. Tong stroked his beard with one hand and looked at everyone with a smile. The originally noisy Martial Soul Hall suddenly looked at Mr. Tong respectfully.
"Although I have been separated for several years, you still look so energetic and don't get old at all. But I am getting older and my hair is about to fall out." Old Tong laughed.
"Tong Laoke is energetic, where can I see Lao!"
"Yes, Mr. Tong's face is rosy, but he is even stronger than those old men like me."
"I'm not as good as Mr. Tong."
Suddenly, the old men from various forces in the field said everything and said something, and the atmosphere was particularly harmonious.
Mr. Tong nodded slightly and continued, "You are healthy and long-lasting, which is the blessing of each family, and it is also the blessing of our ASEAN. Over the past hundred years, the East-West Alliance has been in peace and living together peacefully, and you have also made great contributions. Especially Sunjiabao."
Then, Mr. Tong glanced at Sun Batian, looked around everyone, and sighed softly: "Yesterday, Brother Batian complained to me again. The border is of great importance and cannot be careless. It is indeed quite difficult for the Sunjiabao family to support and guard the guards. This is the third time that Brother Batian has brought up the matter of sending troops to guard the border."
As soon as this topic was put out, each company's expressions changed immediately, but they were different.
Tang Haishan, the leader of the Tang Gang, snorted coldly in his heart and turned his face. The Lord of the Nine Palace Palace, Jiuyi and the leader of the Yan clan, Hu Yan, looked at Tang Haishan's face, looked at each other, and then he had a conclusion.
Seeing this, Shangguan Lou, the head of Shangguan Pavilion, immediately snorted: "The safety of the border is related to the people of ASEAN. As the elders of ASEAN, we should contribute to the safety of the border. Moreover, according to the spies, the border cities of the Xi'an League have now been jointly guarded by all the Xi'an League. Do we have to make jokes about our ASEAN League because of our own interests?"
The atmosphere seemed to have become a little solidified just now.
After Tang Haishan glanced at the Nine-Year, the Nine-Year had to speak: "Brother Lou is right, the border between the East-West Alliance is indeed very important."
"But." Jiuyi changed his sentence and said, "You all know that in the Nine Palaces, let alone helping Brother Batian, even the little things in his family are in a hurry! Just two years ago, at the border of my Nine Palace, the disciples of the Tang Gang were assassinated. My Nine Palaces are so close, but they can't do anything! So, I hope Mr. Tong and Brother Batian will understand more."
"Of course!" Jiuyi immediately straightened his waist again and patted his chest and said, "It's not okay for me to send troops to the Ninth Palace, but I can provide some martial weapons, equipment and medicinal materials to Brother Batian. As one of the elders of ASEAN, please do your best."
"Hmph!" Sun Batian rolled his eyes and snorted coldly.
At this time, Hu Yan looked at everyone, bowed his hand, and said, "I, Yan clan, don't say it, you know. If you say that the Ninth Palace is powerless, my Yan clan will be even more difficult. My Yan clan is located in a remote place, and most of the land is high mountains and deserts. Don't say that people are doing their best, they can protect themselves... Alas!"
Hu Yan sighed, looking pitiful.
"Okay!" Sun Batian stared at Tang Haishan, Jiuyi, Hu Yan and others in front of him, and said viciously, "Since you all have difficulties and are unwilling to work hard, then good! If you don't work hard, you won't work hard. However, if the Western League attacks next time, my Sun Family Fort retreats to Brother Shangguan's territory and let the Western League come to drive straight in! At that time, I, Sun Batian, will see how strong you are! Humph!"
Speaking of Du Xuan and Zhong Nan, they were standing behind Gu Zhikun at this time.
It was the first time I saw so many big people, and the first time I saw these big people quarrel with each other, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous and curious. However, Du Xuan remembered all the people who were Tang Gang in his heart.
"Everyone, please say something. Everyone is the elders of ASEAN, why bother to get angry?" Wang Feng of Shawang Sect smiled and comforted everyone. "Border garrison has also mentioned it several times. For thousands of years, Sunjiabao, which has been close to the border, has guarded the border. Just five years ago, the leader of the old Tong sent some elite disciples of the martial arts sect to help."
Before Wang Feng could finish his words, Tang Haishan immediately said, "That's it! For thousands of years, the ancestors of Sun Family Fort can guard the borders. If you are Sun Batian, you can't do it? If it really doesn't work, free up the elder's position and give up the territory, I, Tang Gang, can guard it."
"Fart!" Sun Batian stood up and shouted angrily, "You Tang Gang has lived in the north for thousands of years, and is self-reliant. Every battle has reaped the benefits of the fisherman. Otherwise, can you Tang Gang be today?"
"Okay!" Old Tong shouted again.
Tang Haishan, who had just gotten up and was about to refute, had to snort coldly and sit back.
Wang Feng of Shawang Sect quickly said, "Don't calm down, calm down! I haven't finished saying this yet."
As he said that, Wang Feng looked at Mr. Tong.
ps: I had an urgent matter at work this morning, so I forgot the update of the second update. 4.1 to make up!