Dugu Xuan was not the only one in the Divine Sword Sect who felt this way, and almost all the disciples who were a little closer to Yang Wuming on weekdays had the same feeling. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At least the dozen or so people in the field, among them, more than five fingers were aware of this.

Since the original Hongmeng Temple Exchange Conference suffered a sudden accident and was forced to be suspended, Yang Wuming's state has been up and down.

When he was cultivating or performing tasks, he often wandered, sometimes staring at one place with his eyes blank, not moving for a long time, and sometimes making many mistakes that he would not have made before.

During that time, everyone in the sect was very worried about him, because everyone had expectations for him, fearing that he would collapse and waste a superior talent in vain.

But even so, Yang Wuming in those days did not give people the feeling they have now, this is a kind of calmness like a sudden rebirth, which seems to be very good, but in fact there is an indescribable weirdness in it.

As the saying goes, a scholar should be impressed in three days, but his situation is too exaggerated, as if once enlightened, the whole person will be reborn.

Dugu Xuan shook his head slightly to eliminate the distracting thoughts in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Nameless, this trip is dangerous and unknown, you can choose a few capable people to accompany you." ”

"No, I don't. ”

Under the surprised gaze of everyone, Yang Wuming threw up his shirt and turned around, and then slowly walked out of the hall.

It wasn't until its figure disappeared from sight that such a sentence came faintly, and the absolute confidence contained in the words made everyone dumbfounded and stunned......

"One disciple is enough. ”

Everyone looked at his disappearing back, and a trace of inexplicable sadness floated in their hearts, feeling that this was probably the last time they would see this best disciple of the Divine Sword Sect for thousands of years.

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The Heavenly Demon Gate is located in the center of a primeval dense forest stretching for thousands of miles in the north of the earth, isolated from the world and inaccessible.

This primeval forest has existed for tens of thousands of years, and for a long time in the past, it was a paradise for demon beasts, and almost half of the demon beasts in the world lived.

It's a pity that under the survival of the fittest in nature, the number of demon beasts has decreased sharply, coupled with the greedy hunting of human beings, the demon beasts in the forest are now almost extinct, and occasionally find that only a few are brought back to the door by the people in the Heavenly Demon Gate to live in captivity.

The Heavenly Demon Gate is different from ordinary sects, and the buildings inside it have obvious traces of man-made traces, this sect is like a naturally formed giant manor, surrounded by rows of towering ancient trees in all directions, dividing a radius of thousands of miles into an independent area.

There are clear springs and streams flowing in it, and there are bamboo pavilions standing in it, and there is a beautiful and tranquil scenery everywhere.

In the hemispherical black building, which is out of step with its surroundings and densely covered with mysterious lines, there is a secret room built underground.

The secret room was empty, the black walls were covered with the same mysterious patterns as the outer walls of the building, and two futons made of bamboo leaves were placed on the ground, and Zhao Hongyun, who had not been seen for a long time, was sitting opposite his father, Zhao Tianming.

"Father, the child was a little unwell and retired first. ”

After five days of sleepless and wholehearted cultivation, Zhao Hongyun's energy had been overdrawn to the limit, and his cheeks, which had been resolute, looked a little haggard.

During this time, he practiced extremely hard, and it can be said that he was desperately improving his cultivation regardless of the change of day and night.

Because he realized that his former self was ridiculous like a frog at the bottom of a well, satisfied with a small achievement and complacent, he didn't see how wide the outside world was.

What are the five masters, they have become a laughing stock, even if they don't count Lin Yue and Sun Wukong, even their sister has already left him far behind without realizing it.

Of course, he is arrogant and arrogant, he is not willing to accept his fate like this, in terms of talent, although he is not as good as those demons, but he is also rare in the cultivation world, and in terms of exercise resources, he is not weaker than anyone else.

Therefore, his determination to become stronger can be described as unprecedentedly strong, and he wants to prove to everyone that Zhao Hongyun is not a clown who sits in the well and watches the sky, he also has the strength that matches his name!

"Well, tomorrow morning. Zhao Tianming has been very satisfied these days, although his daughter's talent is beyond his imagination, but the sect still has to be handed over to the eldest son after all.

"Wait, remember to go see your mother, she's ...... now" He suddenly thought of something, and said, but halfway through the conversation......

"Hey......"

A thousand words turned into a helpless sigh.

Zhao Hongyun nodded, his eyes were a little dim, and then he got up and left the secret room.

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He came to a stop outside a chic small courtyard at the back of the sect, first raised his hand and rubbed his cheeks vigorously to make himself look less tired, and then slowly walked into the courtyard, knocking on the door and saying softly: "Mother, it's me." ”

There was a faint light in the room, and a voice as gentle as a spring breeze came out: "Come in." ”

Zhao Hongyun gently pushed the door in, only to see a middle-aged woman with slightly gray skin half-lying on the bed, from her delicate facial features, it can be seen that when she was young, she must have had a stunning face that was shy of a closed moon.

This is Zhao Hongyun's wife, Zhao Hongyun and Zhao Xuexin's biological mother, and the former junior sister of the Divine Sword Sect, Feng Yuyan.

She smiled slightly, beckoned to Zhao Hongyun, who was standing by the door, and asked him to sit on the edge of the bed quickly.

When he came over and sat down honestly, she raised her thin hand with a slight tremble, gently stroked his cheek, and said distressedly: "Yun'er, you've worked hard for you this time, don't push yourself too hard." ”

"Hey, hey. Zhao Hongyun laughed twice, held his mother's other hand, and said, "Don't worry, mother, the child knows what he wants." ”

He looked at his mother's pale complexion, sunken cheeks, and long gray hair, and his voice was a little choked unconsciously: "It's you, your body is getting weaker and weaker, have you taken medicine on time?"

Feng Yuyan shook her head with relief on her face, and said softly: "Mother has you and Xin'er, and I am already very content in this life." ”

"......" Zhao Hongyun couldn't take it, he didn't know what to say, because he knew that unless a miracle happened, his mother was afraid that it would really not last long.

"Come, give my mother a hug again. ”

Feng Yuyan opened her arms and hugged his broad and strong body.

Zhao Hongyun buried his head on his mother's shoulder, sniffing the familiar fragrance, and almost crushed his gums, so he struggled to stop the tears in his eyes that were about to burst.

After a long time like this, Feng Yuyan didn't let go of her hands, as if suddenly, there was no movement......

Zhao Hongyun's heart trembled, he didn't dare to raise his head at all, swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and called softly: "Mother?"

Unfortunately, there was no response......