In the quiet mountain forest, two people walked silently one after the other. Walking in front, a man in his forties and fifties looked like he was clear, with an eye-catching black hemorrhoid under his left eye. And the person who walked behind was much younger, twenty-six or seventeen, with a sky-high hedgehog head, this old and young man were the strange people of the Murong family, Murong Jue, and Murong Ziye, the son of Murong Shanzheng.

After walking for a while, Murong Jue, who was dressed in black, signaled to take a rest on the side of the road. The two of them each sat on a stone, and after Murong Ziye lost his father and uncle, the whole child seemed to have changed as if he had changed a person. He no longer regained his previous arrogance, and in the days when he was in contact with Murong Jue, he learned to keep a low profile.

If you want to be high-profile, you must have the ability to be high-profile. Take Murong Jue as an example, although he has great ability, he is low-key everywhere. Because of this, he was originally a person rejected by the Murong Yi family, but recently he was accepted by several elders and defaulted to the Murong family.

For nearly two months, almost every day, he followed Murong Jue through the mountains and forests and in the temple. Occasionally, Murong Jue would instruct him on some fist and foot kung fu, and sometimes, he would teach him some mental tricks.

Murong Ziye smelled it every time, very carefully, for fear that he would miss a little bit, and now in his heart, there is only one thought, that is, to become stronger. became as strong as Uncle Zu Murong Jue, or even stronger than Uncle Zu Murong Jue.

Uncle Murong Jue himself said that he has a good understanding and a good foundation, as long as time passes, it is absolutely no problem to become a super-first-class master.

Murong Ziye believed in his words very much, and with this as his goal, he practiced hard every day. Ordinary people sleep eight hours a day, but he only sleeps three hours, and the rest of the time is either practicing or pondering the mental method of "Giant Spirit Divine Skill".

Counting the time, this is the fifty-sixth day since I left the downtown area of SH City, nearly two months. Two months is not a long time, but it is not a short time, Murong Ziye's martial arts have made great progress, but their goal here is that there is still no gain.

"Uncle Zu, it's been nearly two months, can you still find the Fox Divine Beast?" Murong Ziye was entangled in his heart, this question was actually wanted to be asked a month ago, but he never dared to ask. This has been persistent, and he doesn't know if there will be any results if he continues, so he mustered up the courage to ask.

"Hmph, I'm afraid it's hard for me to answer you." Murong Jue snorted his pipe, smoked slowly, and said lightly.

"Why?" Murong Ziye looked at his ancestral uncle Murong Jue in surprise.

Murong Jue slowly spit out a smoke ring and said, "The fox is hatched out of the hands of our Murong clan, the dragon vein, the spirituality is extremely high, if anyone in this world can accept it, then only our Murong clan." Others, when they encounter it, will inevitably be regarded as mortal enemies, and the innocent monks in those temples are good examples. The reason why they died should have disturbed the fox. This beast is extremely quiet and likes fireworks, so it likes to go to the temple but does not like to be disturbed. If you are disturbed, the consequences can be very serious. ”

"Then when we encounter it, will we be regarded as a mortal enemy by it?" Murong Ziye thought of those innocent dead monks, and couldn't help but feel numb on his scalp and have a rash all over his body.

"No, for the people of the Murong family, it will always be more lenient, and I have a way to control it, you don't have to worry about this." Murong is absolutely confident.

When Murong Ziye heard this, he finally felt a little relieved. As he spoke, Murong Jue had only smoked half a bucket of cigarettes, and suddenly heard a loud chirping sound like a bell in the distance, and when he heard it, he jumped up from the stone like lightning and shouted: "This cry is a sinister voice, it has appeared, go quickly." ”

Murong Ziye hurriedly followed.

After four or five miles, I saw a small temple full of smoke, which seemed to be on fire. Then, in the midst of the thick smoke, Murong Jue, who jumped on the branch of the tree to watch, his eyes lit up, and he clearly saw that on a high tower of the temple, there was a lion with a flame burning all over his body and hissing with his head raised.

It seems that the fire of this temple is its masterpiece, and when it sees the fire burning more violently, it seems to be more excited, and its cry is like a bell, and it rings endlessly.

Murong Ziye, who followed later, caught up with the pace and jumped on the branches, when he saw the flame lion on the tower in the temple in the distance, he was shocked, and a cold sweat couldn't help but flow out of his back, and he said in surprise: "That...... That's the Foxy? ”

"Shh

Murong Jue also seemed very excited, and after searching for nearly two months, he finally found it. Signaling Murong Ziye not to speak, he took out a black pottery pipe from his arms and put it to his mouth and blew it.

Murong Ziye recognized that kind of pottery pipe, which should be called "Xun", shaped like an egg, with six holes outside, and able to play music. The song is blown up by Murong Jue, the timbre is high and low, light and intermittent, insignificant like a dream; When it is high, it chirps like a bird.

As soon as he played, the fox in the distance suddenly became energetic. It raised its head and sang in an ensemble, which seemed to resonate with the music.

Murong Ziye was dumbfounded, and he couldn't say a word, it turned out that the reason why Uncle Murong Jue was so sure was because of this song.

The song lasted for a minute and a half, and when Murong Jue blew this song, he seemed to have used the dark energy of dragon blood, blowing for an hour and a half, and sweat fell like rain on his forehead. An old face, also red and purple, looks very uncomfortable.

Murong Ziye watched from the sidelines, he wanted to take over Tao Xun and help play the music, but he didn't know how to play Xun at all, and he didn't even understand the rhythm at all, and this song was extremely complicated, and if he wanted to memorize it all, the difficulty could be imagined. You can't learn it in a moment.

Seeing Uncle Zu's increasingly uncomfortable appearance, Murong Ziye was very anxious, but he turned his eyes to look at the divine beast. I saw that it had already discovered the existence of the two, and its big head was slightly tilted to look at the two, and its huge and bright eyes blinked and stared for a long time, as if it was examining whether these two were friends or foes.

Murong Ziye was flustered by its big eyes, and when he thought of the innocent monks he had seen in the past few days, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, his face was as white as paper, and he swallowed spittle.

At this moment, Uncle Zu Murong Jue suddenly distracted and said in ventriloquism: "Midnight, don't be afraid, it has now been suppressed by the 'Requiem', you go and characterize it." ”

"Qualitative? How to characterize? ”

"When there is no owner, it must be manic, Murong San doesn't understand, and he hasn't elected a new patriarch, so no one can control it. It's been suppressed for now, and all you have to do is pour your own blood on its nose. The blood of the Murong family is the blood it is familiar with, as long as its nose is drenched with the blood of the Murong family, then it will be qualitated and become docile. ”

"This ...... Is that so? Murong Ziye looked at it in a daze, to be honest, in the face of such a big divine beast, he really didn't dare to approach, and he wanted to drench blood on its nose. If it comes back, it's a sure death.

"Go, the 'Requiem' won't be able to stop it for a while, you must make him confess as quickly as possible." Murong Jue urged, he spoke in ventriloquism while blowing Xun, it was really difficult, and he only said a few words, and his old face was like pork liver bursting with sauce, which was very ugly.

Murong Ziye nodded heavily, if Uncle Zu wanted him to do this, of course he couldn't refuse. Moreover, if you want to be a strong man, if you are afraid of even such a little thing, how can you become a big thing in the future?

With a certain thought in mind, Murong Ziye was bold, galloped wildly, and approached the divine beast with flying steps.

The fox was still entrenched in the tower, motionless, tilting its head and blinking with its big eyes. It seems that it was indeed suppressed by the "Requiem".

Murong Ziye's heart was a little calm, and as soon as he got close, he directly slashed the palm of his left hand from the center, and blood immediately gushed out. Standing next to the tower, Murong Ziye's entire height seemed to be only as high as the jaw of the Fierce Divine Beast, and in the face of the majestic Fox, he couldn't help but feel three points weaker.

Turning his head and glancing at his uncle Murong Jue, who was full of anticipation, Murong Ziye made up his mind to die, jumped up, and wiped his nose with a cross hand......

However, his movements were so amplitude that he seemed to disturb the fox. The ground roared, and its sharp claws swung out, bringing out a powerful wind.

Murong Ziye's whole person was swept away by this strong wind, and he rolled down from the tower in a daze. At the same time, there were five more blood cuts several centimeters deep between the ribs of the chest, and the deepest one even cut the belly, and under the long flow of blood, the fresh internal organs were faintly visible.

Fortunately, although these openings are very deep, they are not very long.

Murong Jue watched from a distance, pinched a handful of sweat, and scolded in his heart: "This stupid boy, he doesn't know how to be gentle in the face of the fox, and his movements are so big, he must have disturbed it." Fortunately, Murong Ziye had no worries about his life, which made him slowly let go of his hanging heart.

Murong Ziye failed for the first time, and the second time, but he seemed to be a little more courageous. Soaring upward, the height is on par with the Divine Beast.

Reach out again, gently and slowly, inch by inch......

The beast stared at him with wide eyes, a low roar faintly emerging from his throat. It looks like an attack is going to happen at any moment.

Murong Ziye gritted his teeth secretly, silently chanted "If you don't succeed, you will become benevolent", and suddenly advanced, successfully wiping a horizontal ...... on the nose of the divine beast

"Wow~~~~"

As soon as the blood was smeared on his nose, he suddenly went up and down his body, and the vigorous flames weakened in an instant, and then he fell down and lay on the top of the tower, causing his neck to whistle, and the whistling sound was completely different from before.

When Murong Jue saw this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, trembling slightly, showing a trace of strength that was difficult to continue, fortunately, Murong Midnight succeeded in doing it, otherwise the two of them would have to lie down here.

"Very good, Midnight, you finally did it!"