The demon hunting team is one person and two horses, and the speed of the march is very fast. Shortly after the sun had set, they were outside the town. Flames meander like dragons, and the light of the fires reflects the spoils of war carried on several carts—the fur and flesh of monsters, one of the most important specialties of the Northlands.

The annual autumn demon hunt is arguably one of the most important things to do in the Northlands. Whether this year's harvest is good or bad, whether it is a good year or a famine year, mainly depends on this wave.

The land in the north is barren and the climate is cold, and the grain harvested in the fields can only barely feed the stomach. Winters are very cold and require a lot of firewood and food. Therefore, every late autumn before the snow, the caravans from the Central Plains will bring a large amount of grain, and use the grain produced in the land of fish and rice to exchange various materials produced by demon beasts to the people of the north.

Demon beasts are relatively rare in the Central Plains, and often a single animal skin and a few animal bones can be exchanged for enough food for an adult to eat for a month. For the Northlanders, this is the life-and-death priority of winter.

Therefore, the strong men of the Northland always set off in autumn to fight to the death against the demon beasts, bringing back their skins and flesh in exchange for indispensable food.

Of course, this is very dangerous, and even if the demon hunting team loses no more than 20% of its manpower, it can be regarded as a happy event. Year after year, I don't know how many Northland boys stained the wasteland with blood and became food for demon beasts.

In the eyes of the Northlanders, this is fair. Winter is harsh for all living beings in this land, and everyone needs to store up for food. People need it, and so do monsters.

The demon hunting of the Northland people is nothing more than a resource for everyone to compete for survival. If I win, your flesh and blood will be mine, and if you win, my flesh and blood will be yours, just and reasonable.

Therefore, the northern land also produces the most fierce soldiers in Kyushu. Because for the people of the Northland, it is a matter of course to exchange their lives for wealth, honor and status.

Succeeded, he is a hero. Failed, that's nothing. Anyway, people always have to die, early death and late death, is there a big difference?

In this harsh land, life is not so precious.

But Pan Long never thought so.

He felt that life was very precious, and every life should be respected. Even if it is death, at least it must be worthwhile. I dare not say that it is as heavy as Mount Tai, and it is too worthless to be as light as a feather.

Of course, the best situation is naturally that everyone does not want to die, lives in peace and stability, and shares peace.

This is almost impossible, then he can only take care of his own life and the lives of his relatives and friends first.

Amid the cheers of the harvesters and the cries of the victims, the Pan family returned home. Pan Lei asked the butler to take everyone to preside over the spoils of war, leaving only his son alone.

"I guess you must have a question to ask?" he said with a smile.

Pan Long nodded again and again, and said the question he had been thinking about for a few days.

After listening to his son's inquiry, Pan Lei smiled even more satisfied: "Very good! Very good! I am very satisfied that you can think of so much." And you don't speculate, just wait for me to come back and ask, I'm more satisfied!"

After speaking, he raised his eyebrows a little mysteriously: "Well, guess what, why am I hiding my injury?"

Pan Long said without hesitation: "I guess you fought someone when you went out before. But they don't recognize you, so you need to hide your injuries so that they can get in the way. ”

He frowned slightly, and said, "But I wonder that compared to physical appearance, martial arts is the most important sign of a person." Your iron palm skills are famous in a radius of thousands of miles. As long as the other party has dealt with you, it is easy to trace your identity, such a cover-up...... Doesn't seem necessary?"

Pan Lei smiled: "Who told you that Dad, I will only be hard at the iron palm kung fu?"

Pan Long's eyes widened and he looked at his father in shock.

I saw Pan Lei's left hand swiped on his waist, and then there was a cold light flickering in the air, but he swung a dagger quickly, and at least seven or eight swords were swung out in an instant-his eyesight was limited, and he could only see seven or eight sword lights, and he was afraid that it would exceed this number.

"This ...... This ......" he stammered twice, hurriedly lowered his voice, and asked, "Daddy, do you still know swordsmanship?"

"Hehe, I'm not just 'understanding swordsmanship'!" Pan Lei said proudly, "Your father's martial arts that I am best at is actually not the iron palm, but this left-handed fast sword!"

"Over the years, I have only shown my iron palm skills in Dingfeng Town. And when I hid my identity and went out, I only used my left-handed fast sword. The rough-looking man showed a sly smile, "My other identity, you may have also heard of - the left-handed sword Jin Biao, that is me." ”

Pan Long didn't know what to say anymore.

No, even if it's a martial arts novel, it's nothing more than "my left-handed sword is fast, but my right-handed sword is faster" and the like, where is there a person who is usually a master of hard skills, but there is actually a hidden truth about the identity of a lone swordsman!

And with his eyesight, he could see at a glance that his father's swordsmanship was sharp and exquisite, and he took a fast and sharp route, which was diametrically opposed to the heaviness and vigor he usually displayed. According to common sense, my father must have a set of light kung fu commensurate with the identity of "left-handed sword Jin Biao".

But over the years, I have never seen my father practice swords for even a day, let alone any light and flexible kung fu!

Kung fu must be practiced diligently every day, otherwise it will regress. Where did my father get the time to practice this diametrically opposed set of kung fu so well?

Could it be that his father is still a hidden martial arts wizard, and without much cultivation, he can practice swordsmanship that is enough to make a name for himself?

The left-handed sword Jin Biao is a famous lone swordsman in the Northland, and his fame is much louder than his father's true identity!

"Daddy, where did you get the time to practice swords?" he couldn't help but ask.

Pan Lei laughed, and in his son's shocked and admiring gaze, he took out a bamboo slip from his arms and handed it to his son: "The secret of my martial arts is here." Take it, and from today onwards, it's yours. ”

"It's ...... What?" Pan Long took the bamboo slip with some confusion, feeling rough in his hand, not at all like a treasure.

"The fragments of the Mountains and Seas can open up a realm and transform the virtual and the real. In a calm but proud tone, Pan Lei said something that shocked his son to the point of almost being stunned, "A peerless treasure that has been passed down from generation to generation in our Pan family. ”

"Inside this treasure, you can open up an independent small world for practice. No matter how long you spend on the inside, it's only a split second outside, and you don't get old because of it. Pan Lei pretended to be very dismissive and said, "Moreover, as long as you kill those monsters with aura, you can absorb aura, and store it inside." Once the aura is stored to a certain extent, it can temporarily turn your fantasy into reality, creating a world of mountains, water, and living beings. Although that world can only exist temporarily, if something precious is found in it and brought out, it can be real. ”

"What?!" Pan Long couldn't help but exclaim.

Can you turn a fantasy world into reality, and can you bring precious treasures out of it?

Then if he fantasizes about a Journey to the West world, and brings out a peach that Brother Monkey stole from the Heavenly Palace, wouldn't he be immortal if he eats it?

That's amazing, isn't it?

"Of course, there are limits to this treasure. The more powerful something is, the harder it is to make. Pan Lei smiled and explained, "Our Pan family has an ancestor who wants to make the legendary immortal grass. As a result, after twenty years of accumulating spiritual energy, in the world created, the undead grass is still an illusory thing, and has not been transformed into a substance. Want...... The amount of aura required for such a rare treasure must be an astonishing amount, and it is impossible for mortals to save it. ”

Pan Long breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this was reasonable, but he also had some regrets - his own baby, why should it be reasonable! The more unreasonable, the better!

"This treasure doesn't cost much to create an ordinary world. Pan Lei continued, "I have experienced many battles in the world it created over the years, and I have also cultivated my swordsmanship in it—the greatest advantage of practicing in this world is that I will not really die. Even if he was killed, he would be temporarily kicked out, and the things he brought in would be gone, which was nothing compared to the valuable combat experience he could get. ”

Pan Long also nodded slightly, feeling that what his father said was extremely true.

The experience of life and death struggle is so precious that it is very cost-effective to be able to exchange it for only some foreign objects.

"It is only by relying on the experience of fighting in this treasure that I can run rampant in the north with one person and one sword. Pan Lei said, with a look of pride on his face, "Last time I went out, I confronted the stupid girls of Ziyun Palace. One person, one sword, killed five of the 'Purple Cloud Six Fairies'. Those stupid girls are not bad at kung fu, but the experience of life and death struggle is not worthy of me lifting shoes!

Even though he had been taken aback several times today, Pan Long still couldn't help but be surprised.

Ziyun Palace is a well-known faction in the world, headquartered in Jiaozhou, Nanhai, but also has a branch in the Northland. This sect is dominated by women, with strange swordsmanship, poisonous palm power, and a cold style, and often hurts people when they disagree. And the "Six Fairies of Purple Cloud" are the leaders of the Northland branch of Purple Cloud Palace, and the six of them are all innate masters, who have been crisscrossing the Northland for more than twenty years.

Over the years, they have walked in Yongzhou and Jizhou, and the blood of many famous people has been stained under their swords. As Pan Long alone knew, there were several families that were killed by them.

No wonder Dad wanted to hide his injury, he actually killed the master of Ziyun Palace!

"Wait!Daddy, you beat six people and killed five of them?!" he couldn't help but ask.

"It was originally four against six, but they plotted against it, and three died at once. Pan Lei said nonchalantly, "It's good to die, I don't have to hide my strength." However, the Purple Cloud Palace is indeed powerful, and they even escaped one of them. Since the person is not dead, the left-handed sword Jin Biao has no choice but to 'die', alas, it's a pity. ”

He said it lightly, but Pan Long didn't know what to say anymore.

When your old man was attacked by someone, he killed five of the six innate masters of the world's famous Ziyun Palace with one enemy and six, and lamented that the last one could not be killed...... Oh my God, Daddy, when did you become so brave!

Where did you come from, the protagonist of a martial arts novel!

"Well, there is no need to mention what has already passed. Pan Lei really said lightly this time, "What about this treasure, I will pass it on to you." In the past few days, you have injected true qi into it, refined it, and become its master. When your grandfather comes, you can really practice it again and familiarize yourself with its use. ”

He patted his son on the shoulder: "Ah Long, what about my father's life, that's probably it." The future of our Pan family still depends on you after all!"

Pan Long nodded again and again, not knowing how to answer, but there was a vague light in front of him.