Chapter 4: Bad News Arrives
The waterfall is usually rarely visited, and it is only after a large-scale hunt that the hunters bathe here. So after Duan Yun came back, he quickly found his clothes and the Heaven Breaking Secret wrapped inside.
But what to do with the road ahead, for this ten-year-old child, he had no idea for a while. He decided to go back to the village.
Lingshan Village is as quiet as usual. However, unlike usual, the villagers all stood quietly in the open space at the door of Duan Yun's house, a coffin was placed in front of them, and next to the coffin stood three old men dressed in black, all of them looked gloomy, the blood stains on their bodies had not yet dried, and the corners of their clothes were fluttering in the wind, and the corners of their clothes were embroidered with the word "Shou".
Seeing Duan Yun returning, the black-clothed old man led by him nodded and walked towards him slowly.
"Are you Duan Yun?" the old man asked as he walked up to Duan Yun.
"Well, ...... of you?"
"Child, go, come to the house and talk. The old man touched Duan Yun's head and said softly. The other two old men also carried the coffin and followed into the courtyard.
Duan Yun obviously didn't know what was going on, but looking at everyone's solemn expressions, he had a sense of foreboding.
"You can call me Feng Lao. Just like your grandfather, we are all guardians, and our duty is to guard the demon king who was pressed by our ancestors in the abyss of demons. After a pause, the old man at the head continued: "Some time ago, for some reason, the seal weakened, and the demon king came out of trouble, and our ten guardians had to join forces in order to reseal the demon king, but the demon king was more powerful than we imagined. Yesterday's battle burned our own blood, but in the end it was only seriously injured, and it will not be able to make any more chaos in ten years, and your grandfather and the other six guardians have all died in this battle, leaving us with a few bad old men to survive. ”
"He told us before he died that the only concern was you. Feng Lao said, his eyes moistened, and he couldn't tell whether it was blood or tears.
Hearing this bad news, Duan Yun thundered like five thunderbolts. He ran to the coffin like mad and wept bitterly. Although Duan Lao is not his own grandfather, he is his only relative so far. Recalling his grandfather's usual kind face and the bits and pieces of life together, his young heart couldn't accept such a big blow at all.
The other two black-clothed old men went up to grab Duan Yun, but Feng Lao waved his hand.
"Let him cry, it might be better to cry. ”
After a long time, Duan Yun wiped the red circles under his eyes, and he turned around.
"Old Feng, can I worship you as a teacher, and avenge my grandfather when I grow up. Duan Yun said firmly.
"Child, it's easier said than done to get revenge. We Martial Kings are the strongest on this continent, but we are still not the opponents of the Demon King...... Unless you can reach the strength that surpasses us, the Martial Emperor. ”
"Cultivating a most taboo is ambitious, we all have things at the bottom of the box, but the realm can't be reached, no matter how good the exercises are, it's useless. It's like an ant using a big tree as a weapon, not only does it not have the desired effect, but it is a drag. What's right for you is the best. ”
"Originally, after this battle, we all had to close our lives, strive to break through the Martial Emperor, and fight for that glimmer of life in ten years. Well, after burying your grandfather this time, stay here for a while. ”
"Thank you, Elder Feng" Duan Yun knew that Elder Feng was going to guide his cultivation, so he immediately knelt down and bowed to his master.
"Don't" Boss Feng waved his hand lightly and stopped Duan Yun's kneeling momentum.
"I saw your face at the door just now that it is definitely not a thing in the pool, how can I bear this great gift when I am old? ”
"Yes"
"Remember your grandfather's name, Duan Feng, he hasn't used this name for a long time. Standing in front of Duan Lao's grave, Feng Lao carved the words "Tomb of Duan Feng, the King of People" on the tombstone with his fingers.
"Old man, you go first, and we'll have a good time together in ten years. ”
Looking at his grandfather's grave, Duan Yun didn't cry this time. "Xiaoyun, men don't flick when they have tears, tears only belong to the weak" The words of Duan Lao when he left yesterday are still in his ears, he will not shed tears today, and he will never cry again in the future. (Some friends say that the protagonist is not resolute enough, but in fact, real strength is honed in constant setbacks.) )
Back at home, Feng Lao began to patiently explain all aspects of cultivation to Duan Yun.
"If you want to become a real strong person, internal and external cultivation are indispensable, internal strength is to cultivate the mind and realm, and external cultivation pays attention to physical training and moves. The realm determines the amount of internal force, and the law of the mind affects the effective exertion of internal force. A good move can exert the external explosive power of the body to the limit, while the training is to reduce the enemy's damage to yourself as much as possible, so as to provide enough support for your moves. For the Heaven Breaking Continent, the heart method is especially rare, so we have empty internal strength, but because we cultivate the ordinary heart method, it can't play the desired effect, which is the main reason why we lost to the demon king. Speaking of this, Feng Lao sighed.
"There are four levels of heaven and earth Xuanhuang according to the level of the heart, moves, and physical training, and the warriors are roughly divided into six realms: martial servant, samurai, martial artist, great martial artist, martial king, and martial emperor. The more you go to the back, the more difficult it is to improve, guardians like us have been stuck in the realm of the Martial King for decades, and the Martial Emperor has only appeared in legends. ”
"What realm should that medicine god be?" Duan Yun asked abruptly when he thought of the big tripod placed on the stone table in the cave.
"The alchemist is separated from the martial artist. In the Heaven Breaking Continent, being able to become a great pharmacist is already a great thing. In the history of the Heaven Breaking Continent, the Medicine King was even rarer than the Martial Emperor. The God of Medicine is even more above the King of Medicine, why are you asking this?" Elder Feng heard Duan Yun ask these inconsequential questions, and his expression was a little displeased.
"Just ask," Duan Yun said curtly.
"You have to be down-to-earth in everything you do, and this is especially true for your practice. "Feng Lao is just right.
"Yes, I see. By the way, my grandfather gave me a storage ring before leaving, but I didn't know how to use it for a long time. As he spoke, Duan Yun took out the ring engraved with the word "Duan" from his arms.
"If you lose your owner, you can drop blood", Feng Lao glanced at it, and suddenly his expression froze, "This ring must not be easily revealed."
Seeing Feng Lao's serious expression, Duan Yun also became solemn.
"Alright, we've been delaying long enough, we're going to get ready for a retreat. Decade...... Alas" sighed, and Feng Lao shook his head.
"Let's go. He said hello to the two black-clothed old men next to him, and the three of them stepped out of the room in unison and walked away against the wind.
"I will definitely become stronger!" Thinking of his grandfather lying alone in the grave, looking at the helpless back of Feng Lao and them when they left, Duan Yun secretly made up his mind.
Putting his belongings in the storage ring, he said goodbye to the villagers and walked to Duan Lao's grave alone.
"Grandpa, I'm leaving. Rest assured, your clouds won't let you down. ”
With that, he bowed his head deeply three times to Duan Lao's tombstone and walked resolutely out of the mountain.
(Duan Yun's true path of cultivation is finally about to begin, and a legend has begun)