The scenery of the grassland will always make people feel refreshed and happy, the green sky and the green grass are connected in a line on the horizon, and the sky and the earth are the same color as far as the eye can see! The occasional wildebeest galloping by, and the hare that sometimes pokes their heads out of the grass and looks around, are all enjoying the beautiful scenery of the grassland.

In this environment, Shi Jingtian became much happier. As if he had left everything behind, he sat quietly on a chair in front of the house, closing his eyes and feeling the breeze with the smell of earthy flowers and plants.

In just over twenty days, Shi Jingtian slowly got out of bed under the surprised eyes of Mu Xianxian's master and apprentice, and began to tentatively move his muscles and bones a few times. Although my body still feels a little weak, I will still have bouts of soreness after moving for a while. But it is also surprising enough, all the bones are broken and can recover so quickly, which is far beyond the ability of normal people to heal.

Is every killer the same as Mo Yan, except for the golden gun and golden armor, he will become a different person. The ghost didn't talk much, but after knowing that Shi Jingtian could get out of bed, he went out all day and caught a lot of game in the grassland, and he heard that it could nourish and strengthen his bones.

The afterimage was also not idle, a large cauldron was set up on the edge of the lake, the dry wood crackled and ignited, and the large pieces of animal meat in the pot kept tumbling, and it did not stop for a day and a night, because the master said that the soup made of animal bones was the best nourishment.

There is also the white-haired and amiable old man, who is the master of the silkworm shuangsha. Always look at yourself with a smile. Even if I said thank you, I shook my head and said no, and then walked around the lake a few times.

Shi Jingtian sometimes really can't understand that the name killer means bloody and cruel. Mo Yan was the one he had the most contact with, and before he was not mutilated, he also became famous for killing, and the golden gun and golden armor were stained with countless blood. But since getting along during this time, I feel like a different person, with nothing to do, and even a little obscene and dirty.

Maybe many things have changed differently with experience and experience, but the two brothers of the silkworm who are ranked first in the killer list, is this the nature of the two brothers. So what do they rely on to get to the top of the killer list!

"Ho... Hah..."

The two brothers, Ghost Hand and Remnant, fight with their bare hands on the grass every day at this time. Fists and feet, tigers and tigers, occasionally a negligence was hit by the other party, and immediately rolled out of a few meters, grinning with a painful look, and then got up and rushed up like revenge.

Shi Jingtian opened his eyes and watched the fight between the two with interest. There is defense in attack, there is attack in defense, attack is the foundation of defense, and defense is the basis of attack. The conversion and combination between offense and defense is just right, coupled with the arc and small footwork, it is indeed the breathtaking strength of the cultivation path of martial arts.

I still clearly remember the scene where the brothers intercepted and killed themselves at the foot of Sword Pavilion Mountain, they were not their opponents at all, their strength was too bad, and there was the inexplicable heavenly silk. The three of them couldn't cope with it, but the more they looked at it, the more familiar it became, just like the Heaven Killing Mind Method left by the nameless demonic qi of the Demon Venerable in his body, which had come to mind and relied on it to defeat the Heavenly Gift.....

How can this be, the more you look at it, the more familiar it becomes, the footwork of Xiao Xiao moving along the arc is undoubtedly the method of killing the heavens. Shi Jingtian couldn't help but fall into deep thought, always feeling like he had fallen into a huge and incomparable whirlpool, spinning at high speed, and starting to repeat everything over and over again.

"What's the matter?, little brother Shi, how do you feel about seeing the skills of my two unsuccessful apprentices?" Mu Xianxian walked over slowly, holding a delicate teapot in his hand, sat next to Shi Jingtian, looked at him thoughtfully, and asked with a smile.

Shi Jingtian came back to his senses, looked at the white-haired and amiable old man, and couldn't understand how could such an old man train such a strong apprentice? He couldn't help but ask, "Senior Mu, your two apprentices are so strong in martial arts cultivation, then you must also be peerless! I used to hear that there are people outside the world, but today I finally know the truth, it turns out that many people are just sitting in the well and watching the sky!"

"There is nothing wrong with the saying that there are people outside the world, real masters are intoxicated with cultivation, and the world has no time to set foot in it, how can it be known to the world!" Saying this, Mu Xianxian laughed at himself a little, "But this peerless master definitely does not include me, because I will cultivate all the way, whether it is martial arts, kendo or magic, I will not know at all!"

"Ahh

"It's a long story!" Mu Xianxian took two sips of tea, "Anyway, it's been so long, if the little brother wants to hear it, I can drink from you, and I can miss my old friend who forgot his old friend!"

"Seniors, please speak, listen to your ears in the next place!"

Mu Xianxian sighed deeply, put the delicate teapot aside, his already somewhat cloudy eyes revealed infinite regret and remembrance, looked up at the ethereal and endless sky, and began to speak slowly.

Back then, Lao Yu liked to travel around, see more strange people and strange things, and learn more foreign cultures, so he went to many places in the Sun Death Continent. Just when I came to this Wanma grassland, I met my two current apprentices. At that time, they were only three or four years old, and the small herdsmen were attacked by wolves, and the two children were the only ones left in the whole village, and they were hidden by their parents in the cellar to escape.

Looking at these two crying children, I thought that if there is a new life, there will be old age, and I was old at that time, and I also had the idea of living in seclusion in the paradise and old for the rest of my life. So I decided to raise my two children in my lifetime, so that I could provide for myself in old age.

Although the grassland is vast and has an inexhaustible supply of food, it is a good place to live in seclusion. But wolves and many beasts were infested, so I brought in my old friend, a well-known physician who lived in the Imperial City.

He would come several times a year, firstly to collect medicine, and secondly, to sprinkle the powder near my dwelling that would be feared by any wild beast, so that I could live here with peace of mind.

"Then this old friend of yours is the one who saved me!" Shi Jingtian immediately thought that he was so seriously injured, and Senior Mu had said that it was an old friend of his who saved him.

"Yes, his name is Ni Tian. But it was just an introduction, until one day a young man in his twenties came!" Mu Xianxian continued.

That young man is about the same age as you, and he is handsome and handsome, but he is also seriously injured when he arrives.

In order to save people's lives and build a seventh-level floating slaughter, I brought my old friend Ni Tian here, although this young man's injuries are not as serious as yours. It took several days of healing, but it slowly improved under his careful treatment.

Later, this young man and I had a very pleasant conversation, and he also liked to travel around the mainland, and had an ambition to serve the common good, and often talked about some things that helped each other when the road was uneven. We drank tea and talked and became friends, and he stayed with me for a long time.

Don't look at his young age, but he is skilled, and martial arts have a tendency to become successful. At that time, my two apprentices had grown up, and although they were both considered strong and powerful, I had only let them learn some written techniques of physical fitness. So, he taught carefully, and I tried my best to supervise, so that they had the ability to gallop on the grassland alone.

Then, he went out for a few months and came back, and when he came back, he gave my apprentice two weapons, which were really well-intentioned, they were simply tailor-made, and their martial arts strength improved by leaps and bounds.

The method they are using now is what the young man taught. My two apprentices regarded him as if he were his own brother, and I regarded him as a good friend for the past year. However, he never came back after he left.

Speaking of this, the old man's eyes were a little moist, and he sighed heavily, "Although he is young, he is broad-minded and aspires to a heart that serves the public in the world." Fighting with demonic beasts all day long as a practice, and finally reached the pinnacle that has never been seen in the martial arts, in order to fulfill his ambitions. Pity... It's a pity that the death is unknown!"

"He's a Demon Venerable!" Shi Jingtian blurted out.

"Exactly!" Mu Xiantian was not surprised that Shi Jingtian could know that the Demon Venerable was nameless, although he hadn't asked, but a system like him must be cultivating martial arts, and who would not know that the Demon Venerable was nameless!

Just now, Shi Jingtian was still thinking, and everything was repeating over and over again like a whirlpool, as if it could never be escaped. After listening to Mu Xianxian's words, he was even more uncomfortable, Nameless was already dead, although the demonic qi remained in his body with some broken memories. But why am I walking the same path that no name once walked, and who am I?

Shi Jingtian fell into an inextricable mind again, a child who somehow fell into the sea, a meteorite that fell from the sky, a wisp of remnant soul that stood out from the masters, and a drop of the essence blood of a ninth-order Jiao who had been cultivating for hundreds of years. Whether I should live in this world, or whether I should impose these on me alive, is God deliberately playing with me.

For a while, there was chaos in the brain, but what Jiao had said clearly surfaced in his mind. "You are you, you are the rock! You should have your own life, your perception of life. Go ahead, go and learn magic as a goal, don't let the demon energy control your mind, go and finish some things that you don't have yet, if you're done with all this but still feel like you can't love, come back!"

Thinking of Jiao's words, Shi Jingtian suddenly sobered up a lot, and restrained himself from thinking nonsense. Yes, I haven't learned magic yet, so I can control the demonic energy in my mind. I haven't figured out if the murder in Del City was my own doing, and I haven't figured out what the real cause of the nameless death was. Also, I haven't been able to see Niko grow up......