At midnight, after Christmas Eve burned the passion of the young people, Nanzhou City began to fall into tranquility.

The wind and snow in Xifang Mountain had stopped, and the middle-aged man in Mu Ne used his fastest speed to turn over the entire Xifang Mountain, but he never saw the figure of Zhou Yang and the three of them, so he returned to the same place and waited.

In less than half an hour, the strong light on the horizon shone, and there was a series of roars to break the silence, only to see a military helicopter all stopped at the foot of the mountain, a moment later, a group of special troops began to climb the West Side Mountain, the leader said a few words to the middle-aged man, and then distributed the troops in the mountain according to the instructions.

The whole West Side Mountain immediately boiled, although many tourists who stayed in the private house were full of complaints, but when they heard that there were extremely dangerous people sneaking into the West Side Mountain, they immediately stopped complaining, and they consciously left this place under the leadership of the special forces.

In the blink of an eye, only troops were left stationed in Xibian Mountain, and it was almost a carpet search, and as for what to search, it was not clearly stated above, only asking for anything suspicious.

Inside the ancestral village.

Wu Li's fight with Mr. did not cause much damage to the village house.

After nine bells rang, except for the villagers who were still in a coma and the younger children, everyone did not delay and came to Mr. as soon as possible.

The bell rings nine times, representing that the ancestral village is facing great changes, which is an unchanged rule for thousands of years.

The villagers in the ancestral village have lived here for generations, and almost everyone has some cultivation, and some of them don't seem to be worse than Zhou Yang's.

Everyone looked at Mr. with concern, although they didn't see Mr. Fighting with their own eyes later, but even the hidden array was ready to open, which showed how serious the problem was, and the importance of Mr. to the ancestral village was self-evident.

In the small space of the gentleman's house, the already small space was almost crowded with people, and the gentleman was sitting cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by the fragments of the death puppet left by Wu Li.

"It's all here, aren't they?" Mr. 's voice sounded weaker in the faint candlelight.

"Sir, here they are. Dustless replied.

"Sir, how are you, Erwa, hurry up and go back and bring that spirit ginseng. One of the villagers said eagerly to the heir.

I saw that the gentleman raised his hand falsely, "No need, I know the old man's problem myself, and I can't use it." ”

As soon as the gentleman said this, the villagers all looked sad.

"What's the matter, the old man is not dead, hehe... Ahem..."The gentleman wanted to be relieved, but after saying a few words, he choked on the blood and overflowed.

"Sir..."

"Sir..."

..................

"Listen quietly to what I have to say. ”

Mr. continued to say slowly, "Yesterday night, the old man was restless, and he always felt that there was a big event in the Xuan Realm and the ancestral village, and he temporarily started divination, in a vain attempt to peek into one or two, how did he expect that the heavens were vast, and the hexagram was very vague, and the more he was like this, the more worried the old man was. ”

The old man did not hesitate to spend the origin, forcibly started the hexagram again, and finally spied the heavenly opportunity, but the hexagram showed that the real dragon appeared, and the old man seemed to see the sea of blood, and it was really because of this that he would be injured by the backlash, otherwise how could Wu Li steal the yin and yang mirror. ”

"What! The real dragon has appeared!"

"The Yin-Yang Mirror has been stolen!"

The villagers were shocked when they heard this, they are not ordinary people, of course they know what a real dragon is, and the most painful thing is that the Yin-Yang Mirror, the inheritance weapon of the ancestral village, was stolen.

"Hey, the old man is a sinner in the ancestral village...."The gentleman sighed deeply.

"The real dragon is now, and even the disaster is in the sky. Several village elders muttered to themselves, looking shocked.

"That's why I don't want the ancestral village to fall into the battle for the Dao system, but unfortunately the Yin Yang Mirror was stolen by Wu Li, and it was escaped by that guy as a death puppet, so the ancestral village must be involved in the cause and effect of the Taoist system, whether it is a blessing or a curse can not be seen through now. ”

"Ahem... But don't worry too much for the time being, the death puppet is also equivalent to Wu Li's half life, after this battle, Wu Li's origin is also heavily damaged, and he can't do it for a while, and it will take at least a year or two to recover, which means that there are still two years left for the ancestral village to prepare. ”

Mr. still didn't say something in his stomach, in fact, the time left for Zhou Yang is only two years, and after two years, he will definitely face Wu Li.

Before, when Shen Yushan came, Mr. did not tell the truth, firstly, he wanted to deceive Wu Li, hoping to temporarily dispel the idea of the other party fighting, and secondly, he did not want the national level to rashly intervene in this matter, and some things were not at all something that ordinary people could face.

But now, Wu Li escaped, and one day he would fight with Zhou Yang, and it was still unknown how the country would face it at that time, and things had begun to gradually develop in the worst direction.

The gentleman coughed twice and continued, ignoring the blood left at the corners of his mouth.

"Come to me, come to me. ”

Wuchen was a little stunned, not understanding Mr.'s intentions, but he still knelt respectfully in front of Mr. as Mr. said.

Only a few old people in the village probably understood what the gentleman meant, and their faces were sad.

"Stretch your hands out. The gentleman commanded weakly.

Wuchen listened to the words, did not hesitate, and stretched out his hands above his head.

I saw that the blue light sword when he was fighting with Wu Li appeared out of thin air in Wuchen's hand, and for a while, the green light in the room shimmered.

Everyone listened, and from now on, the old man passed the Qingpu sword to the disciple Wuchen, and from then on, Wuchen is the gentleman of the ancestral village, and in the future, remember to listen to his teachings, and treat him as if he were me. The gentleman forcibly suppressed the wound and announced in a serious voice.

Wuchen suddenly felt the weight in his hand and heard Mr.'s words, and instantly looked up at Mr., his expression was full of disbelief, he never expected Mr. to suddenly make such a decision, and then he was sad.

The villagers were boiling instantly.

"Sir..."

"Sir..."

"Sir," they cried out in grief, and before they knew it, someone had tears on their faces.