After a week of recuperation, Jun Mo's injuries have almost recovered. What left him a little speechless, though, was that the little wolf drank a little of his blood almost every day. And the latter has also grown rapidly in the past week, from the size of a palm at the beginning to almost a foot long now, sometimes Jun Mo will feel that his blood is too nutritious.

"What a vampire!" Jun Mo muttered to himself as he touched the little wolf who was sucking blood on his arm. But fortunately, the old man said that when the little wolf grew up, he would not have to drink his blood anymore. Otherwise, he believes that it won't be long before he will be sucked into skin.

"Old man, look at the crescent mark on his head, how could it be like this!" Jun Mo looked at the mark of the little wolf's head and asked, generally the mark of the Howling Moon Sky Wolf is white, but the mark of the little wolf is faintly revealing a little black at this time.

"Hmm...... I think it has something to do with your Darkspawn bloodline, and your blood should have caused it to have some kind of mutation, which should be a good thing. The old man pondered for a moment and then said.

"Well, in the end, I won't make a Howling Moon Celestial Wolf with Dark Descendant bloodline come out!" Jun Mo said in surprise.

"The beauty you think, if you can inherit the Dark Descendant bloodline in this way, then will our Dark Descendant bloodline fall to the point where it has almost disappeared now!" the old man said, but although he said this, he also had a faint trace of longing in his heart, after all, the Howling Moon Wolf itself is one of the few magical beasts that can evolve......

After putting the well-fed little wolf in the room, Jun Mo walked out of the room. Today is the day to enter the Douji Pavilion, this is something he has been looking forward to for a long time, but now it is finally coming true.

The Douji Pavilion is located in the forbidden land in the backyard of the Jun family, and it is heavily guarded, and it is not allowed to enter without the patriarch and the three elders leading the way.

Jun Mo came to the outside of the Douji Pavilion with a light car, he had been here more than once before, and he was naturally extremely familiar with the route.

From the outside, the Dou Ji Pavilion looks like an ordinary three-story pavilion, but those who are familiar with it know that there are countless prohibitions in it, and if you are not careful, you will be doomed.

After Jun Mo waited for a while, Jun Zhantian, Jun Lie and the three elders slowly walked over, and when they saw Jun Mo who was already waiting on the side, Jun Zhantian said with a smile: "Jun Mo, you seem to be very anxious." ”

"Well, this is a place I've fantasized about going in more than once, but it's made Grandpa smile. Jun Mo said.

"Hehe, this is normal, I think I didn't fall asleep for a few days when I had the opportunity to enter the Douji Pavilion, and you are much stronger now than I was at the beginning. Jun Zhantian said and took the lead in walking into the courtyard where the Douji Pavilion was located.

Jun Mo followed behind Jun Zhantian, feeling no less than ten breaths sweeping over him. It seems that this is the guard hiding somewhere. After the group of them came in, an old man walked out of the Fighting Skill Pavilion, the old man's beard was white, and his strength was unfathomable.

Jun Mo had heard of this person, this person was a very powerful elder of the Jun family, who had been sitting in the Douji Pavilion for many years, and he didn't care about the affairs of the family, and even the family was almost destroyed several times, but he didn't appear.

"Who is going to enter the Douji Pavilion this time!" the old man asked lightly.

"Old Ancestor, it's my grandson Jun Mo!" In front of this old man, Jun Zhantian also seemed to be a little frightened, he bowed slightly and pointed at Jun Mo respectfully.

As soon as Jun Zhantian's words were finished, the old man's eyes, which seemed to be a little cloudy because of his age, instantly looked at Jun Mo. Suddenly, Jun Mo felt as if he was standing there as if he had been stripped naked, and everything about himself seemed to be seen through.

"Not bad......," the old man retracted his gaze and continued, "Come in with me, and the others will wait outside." ”

After waiting for the old man and Jun Mo to enter the Douji Pavilion, everyone's expressions returned to normal, and Jun Zhantian seemed to be a little incredulous and said, "If we heard it wrong, the old ancestor seems to have said it well just now?"

"Huh......" Jun Lie let out a long breath and said, "That's right, I heard it too." "The old man put too much pressure on him, and now is the time to relax.

"For so many years, the Old Ancestor has never made an evaluation of people!" the Great Elder calmed down the excitement in his heart and continued, "It seems that you really have a good grandson. ”

......

"You only have half an hour, and you can only choose one fighting skill, and when the hour comes, whether you choose the right fighting skill or not, you must go out. After entering the Douji Pavilion, the old man said lightly, and after speaking, he closed his eyes and ignored Jun Mo.

On the first floor of the Fighting Skills Pavilion, there were several bookshelves, and on the shelves there were a dazzling display of various martial arts fighting skills, Jun Mo shuttled through them to check carefully, but he did not find a fighting skill that satisfied him. He shook his head slightly, and walked towards the second floor.

The second layer is the same as the first layer, there are also a number of bookshelves, but the number is significantly less, the fighting skills displayed here are a grade higher than the first layer, but after reading for a while, Jun Mo still did not find a suitable fighting skill, since learning from the old man, his vision seems to have become much higher, these things that are hot outside, but he can't look down on any of them.

After putting down the fighting skills in his hand, Jun Mo walked like the third layer, but there was only one bookshelf on the third floor, and there were only a few fighting techniques on it, and they were all covered with dust, obviously no one had checked it for a long time.

These fighting techniques are even weird, obscure, and there is no clear level marked, which is very mysterious.

There was not much time left, and Jun Mo glanced at it but found a dark box in the corner of the bookshelf, and the handwriting on it was very hazy for some reason, but it was definitely a fighting skill.

"That's it!" Jun Mo's eyes lit up and he picked up the box.

After coming to the first floor, the old man saw the box in Jun Mo's hand, and his turbid Gu Jing Bubo's eyes seemed to move, "Are you sure it's it?"

"Why, this can't work!" Jun Mo frowned and said.

"It's not that it's not impossible, it's just that the opportunity to enter the Douqi Pavilion is rare, and the one who suits you is the best. The old man said, he had also tried to open the box, but it failed, but he didn't tell Jun Mo about this.

"Well, let's go. It's just that I, an old immortal, haven't spoken for too long, so let's say a few more words today!" the old man said with a wave of his hand, and the door of the Fighting Skill Pavilion opened.

The old man's words made Jun Mo a little confused, but seeing that the old man obviously wouldn't say anything more, Jun Mo shook his head and walked out of the Douji Pavilion.

"How about it, have you found the right fighting skills!" Jun Lie, who had been guarding the door, asked a little anxiously when he saw Jun Mo coming out, but when he saw the black box with hazy handwriting in Jun Mo's hand, his face changed obviously and he was stunned: "You chose it?"

"Didn't you make it clear to him in advance not to choose this?" Jun Zhantian's face was also gloomy, he knew very well that no one had ever opened this box, let alone learned the fighting skills inside. Maybe Jun Mo's opportunity was wasted.

"What, is there anything wrong with this fighting skill?" Jun Mo asked suspiciously.

"This ......" Jun Lie was a little speechless, he moved his gaze to Jun Zhantian, and after seeing the latter nod affirmatively, he continued: "It seems that there are some things, it's time to tell you, this may be the will of heaven." Come with me!"

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In a small quiet room, after the father and son were relatively ready, Jun Lie let out a long sigh, his eyes gradually became unfocused, as if he was thinking about something.

Jun Mo looked at his father's appearance, but he didn't interrupt it, and waited quietly like this. After a long time, Jun Lie came back to his senses and said, "Didn't you always want to know about your mother, maybe I shouldn't hide it from you." ”

"Could it be that this fighting skill has something to do with my mother?"

"That's right, this fighting skill is what your mother left behind. But after so many years, no one has ever opened it, so seeing that you chose this fighting skill, we almost thought that your opportunity was wasted. Jun Lie said as he spoke, and a look of loneliness gradually appeared in his eyes.

"Your mother, I met when I was young and she was very badly wounded, so I brought her back. Then we gradually had a relationship, and then we had you. But not long after giving birth to you, she said goodbye without saying goodbye, leaving only this fighting skill behind. ”

"Why?"

"I don't know, but she had implicitly mentioned before she left, maybe her appearance would be a disaster for our family. Now that I think about it, this may be a sign that she is leaving!" Jun Lie said slowly.

"Disaster?" Jun asked, puzzled.

"Well, maybe it has something to do with her identity, I've asked her more than once, but she doesn't want to say. Jun Lie thought for a moment and replied.

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The father and son sat in this small courtyard for an afternoon. Although Jun Mo knew a lot about his mother, he felt that his mother had become more mysterious.

After returning to his room, Jun Mo took a look at the still sleeping little wolf before taking out the black box.

The black box seemed to be made of some kind of magical wood, covered in textures, but it didn't seem to have a single crack and couldn't be opened at all.

After pondering for a while, Jun Mo gave up, he directly woke up the sleeping old man, the old man is an encyclopedia to him, if there is anything he doesn't understand, just ask, this has almost become a habit.

"Is there anything strange about this box, old man? Jun Mo asked.

"Call me if you have nothing to do, don't you know that sleep is very important for a visitor. Although the old man was dissatisfied, he still looked at the box in Jun Mo's hand. At this glance, his gaze could no longer be taken away.

"Where did this thing come from?" the old man asked eagerly.

"What was found in the family fighting pavilion should have been left by my mother. Jun Mo replied.