Walking into the study, Du Zhimu couldn't wait to say: "Send all the shadow disciples to find out the whole story for me! In addition, I have sent people from the Li family, Lu Tang and Wanglongxuan to snatch the map.
The remaining fragments, the secret guards also followed and 20 people came to assist in case of accidents."
"Yes." The man in black hurriedly bowed and responded.
Then, Du Zhimu reminded: "Pay attention to protecting Pengyu's safety."
"Yes." The man in black nodded and responded, "Other families should also take action soon, and the disciples will set off immediately."
"Go quickly."
Du Zhimu waved his hand, and the man in black turned around and left quickly through a secret door in the study.
****
The autumn wind rustled, and the fallen leaves covered the ground with frost.
Turning into the deep valley, you can feel the slightest chill.
The red sun has lost its past flames, and the bright moon has only a faint cold light.
Under the cold moon, Du Xuan, wearing only thin clothes, stood in the courtyard and looked up at the familiar direction.
Although we are thousands of miles apart, my heart still yearns for it.
Father, mother, little sister. Grandpas, brothers and sisters.
It's been almost a year since we said goodbye. I wonder if everything is okay?
Thinking like this, Du Xuan had a bitter smile on his lips.
Today is sixteen years old, do they remember?
Does anyone remember?
The lonely moon is cold and the courtyard is silent. Du Xuan is alone. He is as quiet as pines and cypresses, and his heart is as cold as frost. It is even worse than last year.
The air is cold, but it can't cool the sadness in my heart.
Even though my heart was cold last year, I still had my family with me. Even if I forced myself to smile that day, it was better than admiring the lonely moon alone today.
The past years reappeared in Du Xuan's mind like silhouettes.
In the past, when I was proud, I stretched out my hands to grasp it, but all I could find was heart-stopping loss.
The past is sad, but it is like a silver needle piercing the bone, and the pain is so painful that it cannot be removed no matter what.
Under the same moon sky.
In a secret forest on the border between the Du Mansion and the Nine Halls, a middle-aged man was sitting by a campfire. Next to him, there were nearly twenty fellow disciples lying in various places, resting and sleeping soundly.
The man looked up at the waning moon in the sky, stunned.
Under the night sky, there was silence, except for the occasional rustling of the wind in the forest and the faint crackling of the bonfire.
My child far away, how are you?
He majored in Demon Fighting, and even though it was difficult to achieve anything, he was resolute and arrogant.
Having you as my father is enough.
The same cold moon, the same night sky, the same thoughts floating around.
****
That’s it!
Du Xuan withdrew his gaze and lowered his head slightly. It was rare to be so dazed for a moment, so he should take a rest.
After a moment, Du Xuan suddenly flipped his palm, and the colorful sandalwood stick appeared out of thin air. Then, the faint demonic energy quickly turned around and wrapped around the colorful sandalwood stick.
Whoosh!
Ten small gleaming bayonets suddenly stopped in the air, immediately chilling the air, and a chilling chill suddenly condensed.
call!
Each of the ten bayonets followed a trajectory, dancing like a group of demons in the sky above the courtyard, whistling with the sound of breaking through the air. Du Xuan stood quietly in the center of the courtyard, easily controlling the ten bayonets.
After a while, Du Xuan seemed to feel that he was not satisfied, and the three-light magic ball appeared in his other hand.
Suddenly, dazzling rays of light, like the sword lights and shadows of the melee in Jingwu City that night, spread across the entire courtyard, but all of them were directed towards the bayonets flying in the air.
Boom boom boom!
The auras of ghostly light kept bombarding the high-flying revolving bayonets. When those bayonets were hit, they only trembled slightly, and continued to hover in the air without losing momentum.
The dazzling light, the intensive bombardment of sound breaking through the air, and the silence just now are completely different.
Following the endless aura of the underworld, the revolving bayonets in the air finally showed their fatigue, and were slowly bombarded into nothing. However, Du Xuan soon used the revolving bayonet again, and the new shining revolving bayonets continued to strike.
Hovering in the air, welcoming the bombardment of the aura of the underworld.
More than a moment.
Du Xuan finally stopped, put away the magic weapon, and breathed heavily with his hands on his hips. These days, Du Xuan practiced magic fighting like this every day, and became familiar with the magic tricks of this magic weapon.
Du Xuan is the only one among the disciples of Mo Valley who can do two things, attack and defend himself.
Suddenly, there was a burst of rapid footsteps outside the house. Then, the courtyard door was suddenly opened. Du Xuan took a closer look and saw that it was Long Wanshan.
Long Wanshan had an anxious face and was sweating profusely. When he saw Du Xuan in the courtyard, he squeezed out a faint bitter smile, but stood at the door and did not go in. He only heard him say anxiously: "Fortunately, you are outside.
I'm too lazy to go in and look for you. Xuanzi, something happened at home. I have to rush back right away. If I happen to stop by, I'll tell you. If Mingzi and Jinxuan ask about it tomorrow, tell them on my behalf."
As soon as he finished speaking, before Du Xuan came to his senses, Long Wanshan turned around and disappeared at the door.
When Du Xuan ran out, he saw that Long Wanshan had disappeared into the night.
The next day.
The Demon Valley, which had only been peaceful for a short period of time, was in a state of excitement again, because the melee in Jingwu City finally reached the ears of the Demon Valley disciples on the third day.
In the morning, Xie Ming learned from Du Xuan that Long Wanshan was a little strange when he hurried home last night. But now, he finally knows the reason.
Wang Longxuan, who was being hunted by nearly a hundred people from various major forces, should undoubtedly be Long Wanshan's family.
During lunch, when Du Xuan learned about this, he was even more shocked.
Wanglongxuan? Long Wanshan’s family?
Great compassion!
It was this great compassion, this world-famous qi technique of the Du family that caused Du Xuan to be assassinated several times, and even caused the death of dozens of Du family disciples!
Yesterday was Du Xuan's sixteenth birthday, and he was already feeling a little depressed. When he heard the news, his heart was filled with mixed emotions.
Why!
Just wait, you can only wait until you are successful in cultivation and when you return to Du Mansion, you will do your best to revive Du Mansion and regain the Great Compassion.
However, things in the world are constantly changing. Who knows whether Du Xuan will succeed in the future? Even if he succeeds, what unexpected changes will happen in the future?
The incident in Jingwu City made Du Xuan, the only disciple of Du Mansion currently practicing in the Demon Valley, naturally become the center of conversation among the disciples in the Demon Valley.
Seeing that Du Xuan's expression was not good, Xie Ming comforted him: "Don't think too much, there are many things, there is no point in worrying. After all, your Du family is a thousand-year-old family, with a deep foundation, you can naturally cope with it."
Du Xuan put down his bowl and chopsticks, forced out a smile, nodded slightly and said, "I know. You guys eat slowly. I'll finish eating and go practice first."
Gu Jinxuan, who didn't understand, was about to ask, but Xie Ming shook his head to stop him. After Du Xuan walked away, he sighed: "Let Xuanzi be alone for a while."
Although Gu Jinxuan was puzzled, seeing that both brothers looked serious, she nodded obediently and didn't ask any more questions.
Go into the training room and close the door.
Du Xuan sighed and leaned against the wall blankly.
Demonic cultivation, demonic fighting.
Martial Arts.
When I was a martial arts practitioner, my highest cultivation level was no more than the ninth level of martial arts, and I could kill the Kongtong forest frog for hundreds of years. Now looking at the Demon Valley, apart from myself and Zhong Nan, who majored in Demon Fighting, Long Wanshan and perhaps
You can also do it reluctantly.
Long Wanshan is now twenty-one years old, a second-level magician, and is already a pretty good disciple in the Demon Valley. However, not to mention the time when he was practicing martial arts, even Du Yumu, Du Tao, and Du Haobing,
These teenage martial arts disciples are absolutely invincible to Long Wanshan now.
Is Mo Dou really a hopeless choice? Facing martial arts cultivators, is he really nothing more than an ant?
Now that we have been apart for a year, I still don’t know how accomplished these brothers and sisters have become.
When he left home, Du Yujin also broke through to the Dharma Realm. The Dharma Realm and the Magic Realm are far apart. Even though he is almost invincible in the Demon Valley, he is probably no match for his brothers and sisters.
Du Xuan, who was somewhat decadent and depressed, had mixed feelings. He lamented his ill-fated fate, lamented the worthless demon cultivator, lamented the mountains and seas of fire that were wiped out because of him, and lamented the legendary compassionate heart.
Looking at the cauldron standing quietly in the room, Du Xuan felt even more sad.
I can't make any progress in just refining weapons for a long time. There is still no hope of success in refining the Elephant Magic Book. If I can't refine the Elephant Magic Book yet, how can I talk about refining more powerful magic weapons for myself in the future?
How can we create a world with magic fighting? How can we compete with martial arts?
Bang!
There was a sound of the door closing outside. It was Xie Ming and Gu Jinxuan leaving after lunch.
Birthdays are really not a good thing!
Du Xuan shook his head helplessly. If his heart was not calm, how could he talk about cultivation?
With a long sigh, Du Xuan stood up straight, opened the door, turned around and walked out.
If my heart is still, it seems that I can only rely on the portrait in the magic repair tower.
Du Xuan, who still had some sense, couldn't bear to waste his time, so he walked to the Demonic Cultivation Tower. Instead of wasting time here and unable to practice weapons, it was better to continue to the Demonic Cultivation Tower to improve his cultivation.
After a few days, when your mind is calm, come back to practice and refine weapons.
****
Speaking of Long Wanshan, he actually received a letter from Fei Ge at home late yesterday afternoon. The letter told him to practice well in the Demon Valley and not to go out in the near future, let alone admit that he was Wanglongxuan's disciple.
Moreover, soon the family will send someone to the Demon Valley to exchange him for some magic skills so that he can practice in the future. If he returns home in the future, he must go to the ancestral hall to worship his ancestors.
After receiving this letter from home, Long Wanshan was just confused at first. He wondered why his family told him so. He just asked himself to practice hard, but why he was told not to go out? He also said that he had to pay homage to his ancestors after returning home.
It’s such a trivial matter, let alone admit that you are Wanglongxuan’s disciple?
After thinking about it, Long Wanshan felt something was wrong, and an inexplicable uneasiness suddenly rose in his heart.
The uneasy Long Wanshan hurriedly went out, found the disciples who were usually relatively well-informed, and asked them if anything major had happened in Sanjiu City in the past few days.
However, after asking dozens of people in succession, no one knew.
Even so, the anxious Long Wanshan still felt uneasy. After hesitating for a moment, he still went to see the owner of the valley, Gu Qingshan.
Naturally, Gu Qingshan has already heard about such major events as Jingwu City. And Long Wanshan is a direct disciple of Wanglongxuan, so it is difficult for Gu Qingshan to hide it.
As a result, Long Wanshan, who learned about the incident from Gu Qingshan, immediately hurried home overnight. When he passed by Du Xuan's door, he heard something moving in the courtyard, so he simply informed Du Xuan at the door.
However, this Long Wanshan is only a second-grade magician, and he does not have a magic weapon to help him travel. And the Sanjiu City where Wanglongxuan is located is in the northwest of the Jiudian territory, nearly two thousand miles away from the Demon Valley.
, spanning almost half of the territory of the Nine Palaces.
It is conceivable that even if Long Wanshan worked day and night, it would still take ten days and a half to get home.