The fateful entanglement between the human race and the demon race has lasted for thousands of years, and for the demon race, the human world has long been no longer their home.

Even under the seal of the saint's rules, the clansmen of the demon clan could not absorb the essence of the sun and the moon as before, and could only hide in the shadows of the virtual realm, weakening day by day, and sooner or later, they would really die slowly until they were wiped out.

The old man suddenly looked up at the sky, and the dry tears in his eyes were blown away by the wind, forming two mottled tear stains, like two different destinies in his past and present lives.

The mountains behind it became very quiet, and the atmosphere was a little sad.

No one spoke for a long time.

After listening to this story, Tang Qing had the only emotion in his eyes, with inexplicable regret, about the rise and fall between the human race and the demon race, he had never participated, so naturally he couldn't personally understand how difficult it was to be in that kind of time, and he only felt a little embarrassed.

I don't know how long it took, but when the sunlight on the horizon gradually thinned, the old man sighed leisurely and said: "Even if thousands of years have passed, I still feel very uncomfortable when I mention those unbearable past events again, especially when I see the clansmen suffering in the virtual realm all day long, I always feel that our entire demon clan will suddenly disappear between the avenues of heaven and earth one day." ”

The old man suddenly looked at Tang Qing, was silent for a moment, and continued: "And in fact, our demon clan has not done anything wrong. ”

Hearing this, Tang Qing was stunned.

That's right, the demon clan didn't do anything wrong.

They are born of destiny and are the masters of the world, and although they are high, they still strive to maintain order on the entire continent and the balance between many other races.

They are powerful, but they never invade, but only coexist with countless other races in the most powerful posture on this continent.

Compared with the ambitious human race, the demon race seems to be much kinder and more tolerant.

Since the rise of the human race, it has swept all the way, frantically devouring and invading other races, until many years later, the demon race was exiled and completely controlled the continent.

Turn the demon world into a human world.

The Terrans would never want to coexist with other races, either driven to the Void or destroyed outright, or dependent on the Terrans.

Since then, there has been a lot of inequality in the world, but this is also an inevitable trend of the development of a race.

The Terrans will not repeat the mistakes of the Demon Race, and any race that may rise will be well restrained, and it must be under the jurisdiction of the Terrans.

Thousands of years of history have proven this.

Tang Qing was silent, and it took a long time before he spoke: "I was born in the human world, I have never experienced the scenery of the demon world in the past, and I can't participate in the war thousands of years ago, I enjoy having everything that the human world has brought me, so I can't comment on the question of right and wrong." But I still have to say that it's a pity that the cause and effect of this world is so mysterious, maybe fate has been arranged a long time ago, and no one can change it. ”

He suddenly touched the short sword on his waist and continued: "Among the four saints of the human race back then, there should be the one from the South Mountain hills. ”

The old man nodded and said in a deep voice: "The four oldest saints of the human race are famous for killing in the war between the human race and the demon race. Without them participating in the battle, the demon clan could not lose. ”

Tang Qing said: "The past history cannot be changed. ”

The old man looked at him and was silent for a long time before he spoke: "But the future of the demon clan can change, which is why I extracted the demon body and soul thousands of years ago, and turned into an adult and waited for you to appear in Xiaodao Town." ”

The old man turned his head and glanced at the old turtle in the shadows, and said in a deep voice: "My true body cannot pass through the rules and enchantments of the human world, so I can only stay in the shadows of the dry well and keep quiet. Now my greatest wish is to ask for your opportunity to rescue the demon clan from the sea of misery, no matter what the cost, even if my soul and body can no longer be one, even if my body dies. ”

These words sound a little tragic, with an indomitable determination to die.

The old turtle not far away was silent in the shadows, the expression on his face was very calm, and he nodded in the fading light.

"It turns out that Doctor Miao of Xiaodao Town is really an old turtle. ”

Tang Qing lowered his head, and his voice was a little low: "But, why me? The enchantments and rules of the human world are set up by the four saints together, and the experience that spans thousands of years in the middle will only become stronger and stronger." No one in the world today should dare to say that they can easily break through the barrier of the human world and rescue the demon clan from the virtual realm. ”

"Not now, but definitely in the future. People in the entire continent know that you are the chosen one, your destiny is not in the world, and one day you will go outside the world, which is your greatest reliance. ”

The old man said: "When you have the strength to get out of the world, the rules and principles of this world will naturally not be able to trap you, at that time, I only ask for this friendship in the mountains behind Xiaodao Town, so that you can take your eyes and look at the dry well, and leave a hope for the future generations of the demon clan." ”

At this point, the old man suddenly bent down, bowed down, and made a long bow to Tang Qing.

The old turtle in the shadows is in the same pose.

Tang Qing stood in place and thought for a long time, and was silent for a long time.

His steps never swayed, his posture was majestic, and his eyes were calm, and when the wind gradually rose, he nodded slightly, and quietly accepted the worship of the old man and the old turtle.

Xiaodao Town was seriously injured and fell into a coma, and the old man who became a Miao Divine Doctor saved his life, which was a chance.

In the future, if his identity as the so-called chosen person can really break the rules and enchantments of the world, it is impossible to say that he will have to go to this back mountain again, so that the sunshine of the world can shine into the dry well, so that the descendants of the demon clan can get rid of the shackles of the virtual realm.

The more important reason is that he feels that the human race has indeed lost money in the past tens of millions of years of war, and although blind aggression ambition is the only way for a race to develop and become strong, it is not the way of benevolence.

As the old man said, the demon clan didn't do anything wrong.

If that's right, why should we suffer such sin?

Since he should not be punished, he naturally wants to be released and delivered.

Tang Qing thought like this, what he liked was what he would do in the future.

He looked at the old man and the old turtle, and nodded solemnly: "If I really have that ability one day, I will definitely come to the back mountain." ”

"It's enough to have your words. ”

The old man finally smiled, and he said: "This opportunity is too great, if the Demon Saint Lord was still alive, he would be able to resist this cause and effect with his own strength and luck, but I can't." ”

Tang Qing frowned when he heard this, and just wanted to speak, but the old man suddenly glanced at the old turtle.

This glance was not long, but it was enough for the old turtle to leave the protection of the shadows and walk towards Tang Qing.

At this time, the sun was not strong, and it was very warm when it fell on the young man, but the hard blue-brown shell behind the old turtle made him frown, and his already slow pace became more and more difficult.

The seal of the demon clan makes it impossible for them to walk in the light of the sun and moon in their true bodies.

This section of the road back to the mountain is not long or short, it seems to be the longest road in the life of the old turtle, it gritted its teeth, its face was painful, but its eyes were full of relief and relief.

The shell behind his back began to crack, and the golden blood seeped out between the terrible cracks, flowing in the wind and falling into Tang Qing's eyes, which was even brighter than the sun.

The old turtle raised his head, walked straight all the way, and said with an inexplicable miserable smile: "The dragon turtle of the demon clan is willing to exchange the golden blood of his life and the rest of his life for a chance for the demon clan to regain freedom." ”

As soon as the words fell, the golden blood flowing behind the old turtle suddenly flowed faster, and the whole turtle shell had been mottled into fragments, and the golden blood flowed wildly along the gaps between the fragments, but instead of going straight down, it rose against the wind, blended into the air, and turned into golden brilliant light and floated towards the young man in the back mountain.

Tang Qing subconsciously wanted to clench the short sword at his waist, but found that his body was no longer able to move.

I watched as the light of the golden blood illusion penetrated from his eyes, blended into the depths of the sea of knowledge, flowed into the limbs and hundreds of remains, and fused with his own blood in a very short time, never separating from each other again.

A warm current like a spring breeze flowed slowly in the blood, Tang Qing suddenly moved his fingers, suddenly pulled out the short sword on his waist, and cut a narrow hole between his left fingers, and a touch of golden blood slowly flowed out along the lines between his fingers, dripping on the barren ground in the back mountain.

The shell behind the old turtle has been completely shattered, the golden blood has been drained, it is quietly prostrate on the cold ground, surrounded by the breeze and the sun shining, it just looks at the golden blood flowing out of Tang Qing's hand, its face is gloomy, but it is full of smiles.

The next moment, the old turtle quickly closed his eyes.

But the will and destiny of the demon clan have been passed down in the world.

Tang Qing felt the vast and boundless source of power in his body, the memories of the demon clan remaining in the blood of the old turtle, and countless forbearance and sadness, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

He looked at the old man in the back mountain, and the old man was also looking at him.

"Your body is gone, what are you going to do in the future?"

Tang Qing said: "The world is vast, you can't stay in this back mountain for a lifetime, especially if you are a soul body, if you are found by a human monk, you may end up in a scattered soul." ”

The old man smiled: "As long as the soul is still there, there is hope to wait until the day when the demon clan is free." Besides, my body is ruined, and this dry well needs to be taken care of by me all the more, so I can't go. Fortunately, the town of Xiaodao is located in the middle of nowhere, and almost no one can find it here, so I can continue to be the town's Miao Divine Doctor with peace of mind. ”

He looked at the body of the old turtle on the ground, and continued: "The dragon turtle is the head of the demon clan with the hardest life, the longest lifespan, and the strongest physique. It's just that your current mortal body is just starting to be innate, and it will take you a long time to digest and absorb it. ”

The old man's face became a little pale, his body was full of blood, he died in the back mountain, his soul was also affected, he continued a little weakly: "This back mountain is the place where the breath of the demon clan is the heaviest, you can cultivate here for a period of time, and when you adapt to the circulation law of the golden blood in your body, and can master the physique and magic of the dragon turtle vein, you can leave." ”

Tang Qing nodded and didn't say anything more.

The old man looked at the sky, the light was fading, the sun was beginning to sink in the west, he slowly bent down and picked up his body, the emotion in his eyes was very light, but the depths of his pupils were full of sadness.

He began to walk towards the mass grave in the back mountain, where there were many graves, which were good for burying corpses, only this time, he had to bury himself with his own hands.

On the way, his voice once again drifted to the young man in the dry well: "The people of Xiaodao Town don't need to say goodbye, some people are passing by in a hurry, most of them are passing by, you don't need to say too much to greet, I will tell them that you have left the town." Like them, I'll be in town waiting for you to come back. ”

The voice drifted away, Tang Qing sat down quietly by the dry well, listened to those words in his ears, and remembered them in his heart.

He leaned on the dry well, feeling the desolation and desolation under the dry well, and his mind was slightly relieved, and he began to focus on refining the power of the dragon turtle vein hidden in the blood in his body.

As the sun set, a gloomy scene quickly disappeared into the realm, covering the two figures in the back mountain and hiding their thoughts.

......

The young man in the back mountain is practicing, and he is carrying the opportunity of many people to slowly rise in this human continent, waiting for a certain day in a certain year and month to be able to break the pattern of this world and achieve the expectations of many people.

And his one who likes to wear a hat, wear tattered linen clothes, wear straw sandals on his feet, and carry an ancient knife all day long, but on the shore of the distant Jiangxin Lake, he followed Zhou Jiaoxi of the Heaven and Earth Seminary to learn the word "li".

On this point, Ah Diao is very distressed.

Since coming to the Heaven and Earth Divine Academy, after passing the first hurdle of Zhou Exception's knocking on the door, and then passing the other four admissions exams of the academy one after another, after some cumbersome admission procedures, he finally officially became a student of the Heaven and Earth Divine Academy, and in the envious eyes of many people, he successfully worshiped Zhou Jiaoxi's door.

Although such a success, in his opinion, it is a very failure.

However, he had personally learned Zhou exception's skills, so he still had some expectations for his cultivation in the seminary.

Although he doesn't have a good impression of Zhou Jiaoxi, who likes to put on a face, pretends to be serious, and feels like a stinky fart in short, he is his teacher after all, so more or less the most basic respect still has to be given.

The most important thing is that at the beginning, Zhou Exception used a mediocre long pen to penetrate his almost flawless knife momentum and point to his eyebrows.

The strong need to respect the stronger.

This is the voice of Ah Diao's heart.

Today is the 10th day of Diao's arrival at the seminary.

In the past ten days, he did almost nothing, and was stunned by Zhou Exception to press in front of the desk and write the word "li" for ten days.

Today, of course, is no exception.

In a certain school of the Heaven and Earth Seminary, Ah Diao sat solemnly on the edge of the bookcase, the ancient knife was put aside by him, and the hat was also taken off by him, revealing a spacious forehead full of sweat stains.

His incomparably clear eyes were staring carefully at a piece of white paper on the bookcase, and the right hand that was originally used to hold the knife was carrying an ink-stained pen, and he was writing very seriously at the moment.

The white paper was rendered with pen and ink, and soon it was full of words, and countless large and small strokes of different "rites" were formed, and it was vaguely seen that there was a bit of writing skills.

Ah Diao writes non-stop.

He really didn't dare to stop.

Because Zhou Ji was standing in front of him.

Dressed in a blue robe and a tall black hat, he held the thick book in his left hand and a long pen in his right hand.

He looked at Diao condescendingly like a prison officer, silent.

It wasn't until the white paper on the bookcase in front of Ah Diao was full that the young man raised his head slightly, and finally let go of the pen in his hand and pushed those words in front of Zhou Ji.

So we had the following conversation.

"Teacher, today's homework has been completed. ”

"It's a lot better than yesterday, but it's still a little less flexible. That hand had held the knife for too long, it was too strong and stiff, and there was even a faint knife intent between the blades. I told you that practicing calligraphy is to nourish the mind, and you should not be too straight. From tomorrow, practice twenty more sheets, and write it down. ”

"Remember. ”

"The purpose of practicing calligraphy is to calm your mind, and it is also to allow you to better study this first lesson at the academy. The most important thing is to implement the concept of etiquette in all aspects of life, do you understand?"

Diao understood. ”

"Can you do it?"

"It has to be done. ”

"In this way, let me ask you, Mother Zhang, who is in charge of the rice, brings you food every day, do you have a thank you?"

"Three meals a day, there must be three thanks. ”

"Grandpa Li, who helps you open the door of this school every day, is very concerned about you, and after you are busy every day, do you have greetings for him?"

"I just rolled dry tobacco for him yesterday, and I sent it over early in the morning, which is a thank you. ”

"And Aunt Wang in the backyard, Sister Sun in the front yard, and Aunt Wu in the inner hall, they are all very kind to you, have you ever been grateful?"

"I just hope that I can repay them in the future. ”

......

Zhou Ji babbled for a long time, and the conversation finally came to an end.

Ah Diao was very painful and tormented in his heart.

He secretly glanced at the ancient knife that was put aside, and wanted to pick it up and slash the Zhou Jiaoxi in front of him.

Zhou Ji didn't notice it, he stood still in place, suddenly put away the long pen, closed the thick book, and asked a question that Ah Diao was more interested in: "After coming to the temple for ten days, have you paid attention to the whereabouts of the four saints?"

Ah Diao raised his eyebrows and said: "According to reliable information, Jiang He, the descendant of the Dao Saint, and Jiu'er, the descendant of the Buddha Saint, got into the library and never came out. ”

Zhou Yiyi nodded and said: "The Dao Saint and the Buddha Saint themselves are also seniors who like to read and study, and there will even be Yaxing who writes books and passes them on, and their descendants inherit the temperament of their master, which is normal." What else?"

Ah Diao pursed his lips and said: "That cool boy from the Nanshan hills has been running to the Xuanwu list all day long to count the names on the list, I guess he is already calculating whether he can write his name on the list next year." ”

Zhou Zhi nodded again and said, "The descendant of the Sword Saint has always been arrogant, and with his strength, he will indeed have this opportunity in the coming year." Well, what about that sneer?"

Ah Diao said: "That little devil ran to the beast control all day long to fight with those fierce beasts, he is really a savage, there is nothing to say. ”

Zhou Ji shook his head when he heard this, and said calmly: "The magic of the Demon Saint First Vein is indeed quite special, and it is famous for being ferocious and bloodthirsty, and I don't have a very good impression of it. ”

At this point, Zhou Ji paused slightly, and suddenly said: "Those four little ones are from the Holy Gate, and they have a very high starting point, but I believe that you will surpass them." ”

Ah Diao was stunned, blinking his eyes with some surprise.

"Because you're my student. ”

Zhou Ji held his head high, extremely proud, he said with a calm face: "There are many students in the Heaven and Earth Divine Academy, and the students who go out from here are the best students, especially the students taught by my Zhou Ji, which is even better." ”

Ah Diao clapped his hands and said, "Applause is here." ”

Zhou Ji ignored him, but suddenly looked at Diao's knife and said, "In a few days, I will teach you the second class of the academy, using a knife." ”

Ah Diao stood up and said, "Will you use a knife?"

Zhou Ji shook his head and said, "I have never used a knife, but I can teach you how to use a knife." ”

Ah Diao shook his head, not knowing why.

Zhou Ji suddenly stretched out his right hand, poked out the long pen again, and said, "Swing the knife at me." ”

The voice is calm and the tone is indifferent, not like a joke.

Ah Diao raised his eyebrows, and after thinking for a moment, he picked up the ancient knife, and with the knife in his hand, his eyes immediately became extremely calm, with absolute concentration, and after a few breaths of silence, he raised his hand slightly, and then swung the knife down!

This knife fell straight down, without using a little more force, but it was still strong and heavy, with a chilling knife intent.

Move forward, the knife is straight, take the shortest road, use the most ruthless force, and kill the nearest person.

The ancient knife went downward, and the sword light soon shrouded Zhou Exception.

It can no longer be recovered.

The pen appeared in mid-air again, blocking the path of the ancient knife like a barrier.

The knife that would not have stopped had to be stopped.

The pen did not stop, the pen turned slightly, driving the path of the ancient knife to and fro, and drew a long stroke in the air, as if writing in the air.

Soon, the fragile long pen rolled the fierce ancient knife into the black and gold scabbard.

The knife intent converges in the air.

But the pen and ink are especially there.

Ah Diao was dumbfounded, his eyes were still clear, and there was a hint of admiration in his eyes when he looked at Zhou Ji.

He could feel that Zhou Zhi's pen did not have the slightest knife strength, but he could use the weakest and almost impossible gesture to drive the knife momentum, and this ability alone was already a realm that was difficult for him to catch up with.

He looked at Zhou Jiji, was silent for a long time, and finally said, "Please teach me, teacher." ”

Zhou Ji put away the long pen again, and said calmly: "Your knife is too strong, almost indomitable, then there is no possibility of retracting the knife." Such a knife can kill as well as hurt oneself. So what you have to do in the future is to be able to go out at any time, and you have to put away the knife at any time. Just like the components of a word, simple straight strokes are not fun or good-looking, only with the pen edge, the peak and the loop, will appear interesting, more powerful. ”

With that, he turned and left.

Calm and arrogant, like a gentleman who has finished teaching.

Diao bent slightly behind him and bowed down.

Thank you.