Du Xuan was so startled that he rolled over and sat up, looking around in panic. However, the room was pitch dark, and it was raining heavily outside. There was no trace of moonlight, and naturally no one could be seen.
Maybe I heard it wrong, Du Xuan thought.
"Du Xuan!"
Suddenly, the voice came again.
"Who?" Du Xuan was shocked, convinced that he had not heard wrongly. In nervous confusion, he already held the piece of bamboo tightly in his hand, ready to crush it at any time.
This delicate piece of bamboo was quietly handed over to him by Du Ziwei in the morning. If there is any danger in the future, just pinch the piece of bamboo and someone will come to help as soon as possible.
However, Du Ziwei also confessed that one should be careful in everything nowadays, and this piece of bamboo can only be used as a precaution. If they are too far apart, the grandfathers cannot help each other and there is nothing they can do.
With a creak, the door suddenly opened.
Du Xuan stared at the door tightly. Now that he was no longer a martial artist, the Five Tiger Sword Techniques and other techniques he practiced back then were naturally no longer able to be used to defend against enemies.
call!
A gust of breeze rose out of thin air, and the candlelight in the room suddenly lit up.
Du Xuan took a closer look and saw a white-haired old man appearing in the room. This white-haired old man was the old man in the back mountain who gave him the Overlord Pill that day!
Du Xuan looked shocked, staring at the white-haired old man who suddenly appeared, unable to recover for a long time.
Suddenly, Du Xuan jumped up and rushed towards the white-haired old man who suddenly appeared in front of him like crazy. He beat him desperately and yelled: "You old man, are you Tang?"
You bastard! Why do you want to harm me? Why do you want to harm me! Why!"
The white-haired old man had a solemn look on his face and did not fight back or even dodge. He just allowed Du Xuan to angrily beat him and cry.
Although Du Xuan is no longer a martial artist, his strong body foundation still made the white-haired old man's old face twitch in pain from time to time.
I don’t know how long it took, but Du Xuan was finally tired from the beating, and his voice was a little hoarse. Thinking that he was just a useless person now, he was no match for this old man, so he gasped helplessly and sat down on the ground.
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The white-haired old man slowly knelt down, his eyes full of pity and talent, and wanted to reach out and touch Du Xuan's head. Unexpectedly, Du Xuan's hand suddenly opened it.
The white-haired old man chuckled awkwardly and said, "Today is your revenge."
"Xiao Qiu?!" When Du Xuan heard this, he immediately became angry again, stood up and glared.
The white-haired old man didn't care, but he waved his hand and said, "Don't be impatient for a moment, wait until I finish."
Du Xuan snorted coldly and slumped down on the ground again. But he was thinking in his heart that although he had found this enemy at this time, he was already a useless person and could not avenge him. Even calling Ah San next door would definitely be of no use.
. Maybe, it will even kill Ah San’s life in vain.
Pinch pieces of bamboo?
However, the grandfathers said that they had not noticed the old man entering the back mountain at all. Come to think of it, the grandfathers were no match for the old man. What to do? Du Xuan's head was spinning rapidly, trying to think of a solution.
Detain this old man first? Ah San must have woken up, maybe eavesdropping outside the door at this moment, maybe he has already sent a message back to report? But the flying pigeon is so slow to send the message, he must not be able to make it in time. Let's just crush the bamboo into pieces, my Du Mansion
With so much strength in numbers, how could they not kill an old man?
Yes, pinch pieces of bamboo!
At this moment, the white-haired old man saw that Du Xuan had calmed down and said slowly: "Yes, it was me who harmed you in the past. If you want revenge, you can come and take my life again after you have succeeded."
"Success?!"
Du Xuan was shocked, froze suddenly, and stopped holding the hand behind him, which was about to squeeze the broken bamboo hard.
The white-haired old man nodded with a smile, but said calmly: "I have indeed tampered with that Overlord Pill. Although you have lost all your martial energy because of it, you can still practice demonic cultivation."
"Demon cultivator?!"
Du Xuan stood up again, eyes widened, looking at the white-haired old man in disbelief, and said in shock.
"That's right, Demon Cultivator." The white-haired old man nodded, and then slowly said, "That fake Overlord Pill was specially refined by me, Mr. Zeng, for you. Back then, after I heard that you were a martial arts genius, I
Then I thought, if there was a genius like you among my demon cultivators, how could the martial arts cultivators suppress my demon cultivators like this? So, haha..."
Du Xuan was shocked by this sudden turn of events. He stopped talking and listened quietly to Zeng Lao's words.
For a disabled person, being able to perform magic cultivation is simply a piece of pie falling from the sky, a huge temptation that cannot be refused!
For more than half a year, Du Xuan has had enough of the lowly status of a useless person! Enough of the cynicism of the world!
Then, Mr. Zeng reached for a small bottle from his arms and took out one of the pills.
Du Xuan stared at the pill intently, his heart already filled with excitement.
If you can practice demonic cultivation, no matter how cowardly the demonic cultivators are today, you will definitely be able to achieve great success in cultivation, and you will definitely be able to achieve great success in cultivation!
With a martial arts heart, I study hard on demonic cultivation and reach the pinnacle of spiritual cultivation.
Then, take the life of this old man again! Let the common people surrender again, and make my father and grandfather proud!
Mr. Zeng handed over the elixir, stared at Du Xuan with his deep eyes, and said calmly: "Sit down cross-legged and take this elixir."
Du Xuan didn't hesitate at all. He took the elixir and couldn't wait to swallow it in one gulp, then sat cross-legged.
Mr. Zeng was slightly startled and said with a smile, "Aren't you afraid that I will hurt you again?"
"Hmph!" Du Xuan raised the corner of his mouth and snorted coldly, "You have already made me a useless person, what else can you do to me!"
Mr. Zeng coughed twice, a little embarrassed. He paused and continued: "This pill was just refined by me. Let's call it the Qiankun Pill. It should be able to unblock your eight extraordinary meridians.
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"What do you mean should!" Du Xuan shouted angrily.
Then, after thinking about it, he widened his eyes again, grabbed Mr. Zeng, and said anxiously: "After unsealing my eight extraordinary meridians, will my martial energy come back? Can I continue to practice martial arts? Right?
?You said it, didn’t you?”
Looking at Du Xuan, who was losing his temper and excited, Mr. Zeng felt a little regret in his heart.
However, thinking about the great cause of demon cultivation, he quickly regained his composure and said: "Martial energy cannot come back, and it will never come back again. Because the Overlord Pill you took before has completely killed the energy produced in your body.
There is no possibility of martial energy, no matter how many Wusheng Pills you take, it will be useless."
When Du Xuan heard this, he immediately lowered his head, his face full of disappointment.
Mr. Zeng looked at Du Xuan guiltily and sighed in his heart.
However, soon, Mr. Zeng's expression turned grim. He looked at Du Xuan and said seriously: "Before I let you become a demon cultivator, you must agree to me. From now on, you must major in demon fighting. Otherwise, I will
I will take your life immediately! Even if you regret it later and hide in Du Mansion, I can still take your life."
"Mo Dou? Why do you have to major in Mo Dou?" Du Xuan was startled, full of confusion.