Such an opportunity, let alone Xie Ming, who is a servant, is something that even ordinary people can't find. You know, the price of one Mo Sheng Pill can almost support an ordinary person's life for more than half a year.
After becoming a demon cultivator, Xie Ming cherished this opportunity and practiced extremely hard. In less than a year, Xie Ming reached the level of a third-level demon cultivator.
A few months later, the family saw that Xie Ming had good qualifications and sent him to the Demon Valley to take the exam. If Xie Ming could really get into the Demon Valley, they even promised to free his father and son.
For a servant, the greatest wish is to be free.
However, now half a year has passed, and Xie Ming is still stuck in the actual combat assessment. Thinking of the expectant look in his father's eyes when he said goodbye to him, Xie Ming couldn't help but shed tears.
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Speaking of Du Xuan, after only an hour, he had basically mastered the seven-color phantom light and could use it at will in a flash. For Du Xuan, this was too simple.
The second magic skill, Day Escape, cannot be practiced in the room. Its teleportation skill alone allows Du Xuan to escape directly outside the house.
So, Du Xuan prepared to go to the training room. However, as soon as he opened the door, he saw a man coming in from outside the courtyard carrying several bowls of food.
It turns out that noon has arrived.
Seeing the food, Du Xuan sat down at the round table in the courtyard and shouted to the east wing: "Brother, it's time to eat."
Xie Ming in the room raised his head and saw that it was already noon, but he had no appetite. He wiped away his tears, calmed down his mood a little, and then shouted: "Junior brother, you eat first, I don't want to eat."
Not eating?
Du Xuan was stunned. It must be the reason why he failed the Gu exam in the morning.
Speaking of which, Du Xuan also has some responsibility for this matter.
"Brother, come out and eat something. Only when you are full can you have the strength to practice." Du Xuan came to the door of the east wing and advised.
Xie Ming was like his father. He was always cheerful in front of others, and his flattery was ingrained into his bones. He was not an emotional person. Therefore, when he noticed that Du Xuan came to the door to persuade him again, Xie Ming stood up, took a few deep breaths, and sorted himself out.
Good thoughts.
Opening the door, Xie Ming showed a smile and said: "Junior brother, I'm really not hungry, and I ate a lot in the morning. However, this is your first time here, so I can't let you eat alone. Let's go,
Let’s go eat.”
Looking at Xie Ming's appearance, Du Xuan couldn't react for a moment. He thought he would be a little sad and discouraged, but now he looked at it as if nothing was wrong.
Xie Ming came to sit down at the stone table and said: "Junior brother, we are destined to be together, so we don't need to call you senior brother or junior brother. It seems that I should be a few years older than you, so I'll call you Du Xuan. Everyone in my family calls you Du Xuan."
I’m Mingzi, you can also call me Mingzi.”
"Okay. I am fifteen years old this year. Let me call you Brother Ming." Du Xuan said politely.
Now that he is away from home and has been neglected in the Du Mansion for more than half a year, Du Xuan has become much more low-key.
However, Xie Ming waved his hand and said: "No, no. Du Xuan, although I am a few years older than you, my cultivation is far behind. How dare you call me Brother Ming? Just call me Mingzi."
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Du Xuan wanted to say something else, but Xie Ming said again: "That's it, let's eat and eat."
Xie Ming started eating as he spoke, not giving Du Xuan a chance to speak.
Seeing this, Du Xuan said no more.
"Senior brother, oh, Mingzi." Du Xuan, who was still not used to it, smiled mockingly and said, "My eldest brother calls me Xuanzi, you should do the same."
Xie Ming nodded while eating: "Yeah, okay. Xuanzi, Mingzi, haha, that's good!"
"Mingzi, what are you going to choose for the next Gu exam?" Du Xuan asked again.
Xie Ming stopped the chopsticks in his hand, sighed softly, and said: "Hey, I haven't thought about it yet. I have failed twice in refining medicine, and I don't know how to refine weapons at all. Now I have also failed in this magic fight. It's really...
I don’t know what to choose.”
Du Xuan thought for a while and said: "Is there a big gap in your medicine refining?"
Xie Ming simply put down his chopsticks, nodded, and said: "Great! Almost all of those disciples who have formed a group have been cultivating in the Demon Cultivation Tower for more than a year. Even if they are at the same level of cultivation as mine, the demonic energy is stronger.
The technique is much more proficient.”
"In this case, Mingzi, I suggest you continue to choose Mo Dou. You are already quite proficient in the ghost aura. If you practice more frequently, you will definitely become stronger." Du Xuan said seriously.
Xie Ming nodded, and he actually preferred Mo Dou in his heart.
However, when he heard Du Xuan say that he was relatively proficient in the ghostly aura, but not very proficient, Xie Ming couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. Could it be that he could use it faster and more powerfully?
Du Xuan didn't feel that he had said anything wrong and continued: "Furthermore, I saw that you were a little labored and out of breath during the morning assessment, which shows that your physical fitness needs to be strengthened. You only used magic skills seven or eight times, and you can't run back and forth for more than a few dozen feet."
, should not be breathless and laborious.”
Xie Ming looked at Du Xuan in disbelief. He could be said to have a good physique among the disciples this morning. However, looking at Du Xuan in front of him, he was indeed much stronger. He didn't look like a demon cultivator at all.
Like a martial artist's body.
Seeing that Xie Ming didn't say anything, Du Xuan thought that he also realized these shortcomings, so he added: "I get up at 00:00 every day to exercise. You can join me tomorrow."
"What! Mao Shi?" Xie Ming was surprised.
I start practicing at Chenshi every day, which is considered very diligent. You know, generally martial arts practitioners only start practicing at Chenshi, and demon cultivators only start practicing at three or four quarters of Chenshi.
Du Xuan smiled slightly and said: "Yes, Mao Shi. I started practicing at Mao Shi since I was twelve years old."
Xie Ming opened his mouth in surprise. Twelve years old? In other words, it takes three years to become a first-level magician. This is almost the same as Hu Er's training speed.
Then, Xie Ming asked curiously: "Xuanzi, you are only fifteen years old now, why did you choose magic cultivation? With your qualifications, the martial arts test should not be a big problem, right? Besides, you still have three chances."
These words reminded Du Xuan of the sad past again, and his face became much uglier, and he sighed: "Actually, I was already a martial artist when I was twelve years old."
"What!" Before Du Xuan finished speaking, Xie Ming stood up in surprise.
Du Xuan gave a bitter smile and continued: "More than half a year ago, I suddenly lost all my martial energy and became a useless person. It was more than a month ago that I turned into a demon cultivator."
Xie Ming tried hard to digest and understand these words, but they were completely beyond the scope of his cognition.
"That's all, let's not talk about the past." Du Xuan smiled bitterly again, picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and ate it casually.
After a while, Xie Ming slowly sat down and asked: "You mean, you just started practicing magic more than a month ago, and now you are a first-class magician?"
Du Xuan nodded and said: "Perhaps he has some background in martial arts in the past."
"Oh my god, there are such strange things." Xie Ming said to himself.
Suddenly, Xie Ming looked at Du Xuan and said, "Is it possible?"