Nearly a thousand years ago, there were not only a few countries in the Central Plains, but there were many small countries, and the change of regime was quite frequent.

Of course, the temptations and conquests of various countries have never ceased to fight each other, although they are all under the banner of either doing the right thing for heaven or against tyrants, but everyone understands that all this is driven by interests, and land, wealth and population are the purpose of war.

If a monarch says that he is an alternative and really just fights for justice, then he is either lying to others or to himself.

However, these continuous wars seem to be extremely lively, but they are far from being as bloody as imagined. There are also some historical records that the process of these wars is extremely monotonous, that is, the two armies rushed to the battlefield with great momentum, and then scolded each other and broke the dirty water, but they never started a war easily.

So, which side does the real victory belong to? The one who first discovers the other side and flees first. Although such an account is somewhat exaggerated, and even glorifies the war, it is enough to see the form of the war at that time.

In contrast, the prying eyes of the northern barbarians on the Central Plains are the real threat, and the barbarians who drink blood will never make such a small fight, because they are here to survive.

Finally, in the winter of one year, the severe cold that was rare in a hundred years destroyed the pastures of the barbarian area, and the barbarians, who had been grazing as the main source of livelihood, raised troops to the south in order to survive, and wantonly looted the Central Plains, and the bloody scene was far more cruel than the war in the Central Plains itself.

Compared to the fierce barbarians, any country in the Central Plains was too weak, so they had to unite to fight against it. But even if it were, it could only be on an equal footing with the barbarian armies on the battlefield, and the war showed no signs of stopping.

While innocent people are in the mire of war, an even more brutal thing ensues. In the endless jungle where almost no one has stepped on the border between Han and Barbarians, a mysterious race has quietly appeared, they are more fierce and bloodthirsty than the barbarians.

Not only do they look terrible and weird, but some people have seen them eat human flesh and drink human blood, like demons coming out of hell, so the world calls them demons.

No one knows where the demon originated from, and no one knows why it fought, only remembering that the demon army seemed to fall from the sky, killing all the Han and barbarian armies, and then it began to flood the world, the demon army was bloodthirsty, and no one could live anywhere, and in an instant, the mountains and rivers were devastated.

Seeing that all sentient beings suffered this calamity, all the cultivators had to temporarily abandon the views of the sects and unite with the barbarians to fight against them, but the demons were invincible, and the sects were defeated and retreated, and all things were almost destroyed.

At this moment, those cultivators who had been living in seclusion in the mountains and forests could no longer escape from the world, so they temporarily abandoned their sects and joined forces with the people to resist the demon army.

With the help of the cultivators, and with the combined resistance of the world, the demons were finally killed, and the remnants of the last sin were driven back to the endless jungle.

After this extremely tragic war, the Han and Barbarians were exhausted, the mountains and rivers were exhausted, and there was no possibility of war for a long time, and the war between the Han and the Barbarians did not continue at first.

"What about the remnants of the demons?

One of the disciples in the temple suddenly asked.

The old sect sighed, waved his hand, and said helplessly: "According to records, the remnants of the demon clan at that time quickly fled back to that jungle. At that time, the jungle was so dangerous that almost no one could enter it and get out alive. I heard that there was poison all over it, wild beasts were everywhere, and I heard that there was a volcano in that jungle, and according to rumors, that volcano was the exit from hell.

At this time, another disciple got up and asked, "Sir, then, is the demon clan you are talking about the Demon Sect?"

The old teacher shook his head with a smile and said softly, "It's much more than that!"

As he spoke, he raised his head as if remembering something, and after a moment he continued:

"Since then, the world has thought that the demons will never dare to return to the human world. However, it can only be said that the world has only guessed half right, and the demon race has indeed not appeared again for a long time, and this state has lasted for about hundreds of years, but the specific time is not clearly recorded. ”

Speaking of this, Lao Jiaoxi's eyes suddenly became solemn, and his expression was also unusually cold, "I only know that hundreds of years ago, a mysterious sect was established at the junction of the Han and the Barbarians, but its cultivation methods are far from the orthodox cultivation methods, and there are many patterns, and the cultivators don't understand where this sect comes from, let alone how its cultivation methods are realized. I only know that this sect is divided into four halls, which you probably know, that is, Xuanyin, White Bone, Withered Leaves and Hermitage. ”

"It wasn't until a great cultivator secretly entered this sect and saw the situation in the sect that the world knew something about this sect. The reason why this sect was named the Demon Sect later was not only because they were cultivating the Evil Demon Outer Dao, nor was it just that their methods of cultivation were extremely cruel, but also because this great cultivator who broke into the Demon Sect saw the sect master of the Demon Sect. ”

"Although there is no difference between the appearance of all the people in this Demon Sect and ordinary people, through the comparison of historical materials and the investigation of some other cultivators, that great cultivator found that the sect master of this Demon Sect is the leader of the Demon Clan back then, Demon Venerable!"

Hearing this, there was silence in the teaching hall, it was almost a dead silence, including Xu Chen in the last row.

After a while, Pan An in front of Xu Chen finally couldn't help it, and muttered in a low voice, "It's been hundreds of years, and it is a bit to say that the sect master of the Demon Sect is the Demon Venerable of the year!"

"Who said that?"

The old teacher suddenly shouted, and looked around the entire teaching house, but no one answered.

At this time, Pan An had already lowered his head, not daring to make a sound, nor daring to look up, for fear of being recognized by Jiao Xi as what he said.

Lao Jiao Xi said indignantly: "They all said that they are demons, what's so strange about living for hundreds of years?"

No one in the church dared to speak casually, and they all listened with bated breath.

At this time, Pan An tilted his head, glanced at Xu Chen, and said in an extremely subtle voice: "Hey, Xu Chen, I also began to doubt this old guy, didn't he tell mythological stories? Besides, if you live a little longer, you are a demon, so we don't know how old the senior uncle and ancestor of the Mountain Sect have lived, is it ......?"

"Bastard!"

Lao Jiaoxi suddenly looked in the direction of Pan An and Xu Chen, and scolded bitterly: "It's going to be against you, Pan An! You can doubt history, you can doubt me, but you can't doubt the head of our Dushan Sect." Since you don't even suspect the head of the Dushan Sect, then why did you come here desperately?"

Pan An knew that he couldn't hide anymore, so he stood up timidly, his stomach kept shaking like a small pot, and he didn't know if he was really uncontrollable or frightened.

He trembled and said, "First, sir, I, I didn't mean that, I ......"

"It's not a fart!"

The old teacher seemed to have endless anger, and he didn't vent it on Xu Chen, but it was vented on Pan An's body, "Pan An, you go home and call your father to me immediately, if I come to see what your father thinks of this, if your father also thinks you're right, then, then I have nothing to say." ”

Pan An blinked, of course he knew what the outcome of his father's coming was going on, was there any other result besides a fat beating?

Thinking of this, Pan An suddenly cried, and apologized to the teacher while crying, "Sir, I didn't mean to, I said it for a while, I really didn't mean to, please, I will never have a next time." I promise, you don't remember the villain, forgive me this time! My dad will break my leg when he comes. ”

If tears are the best weapon, it has nothing to do with Pan An. Because he didn't even shed half a tear, he just "cried" that he didn't mean to, while begging for mercy.

Although the disciples in the sect hall all saw Pan An's clumsy performance, the old teacher was extremely useful, and said softly: "Okay! Don't cry, it's noisy." ”

Maybe Pan An was so involved in "crying" that he couldn't stop at all, and he still didn't stop crying, nor did he stop crying.

"Alright! Enough! If you cry again, I'm really going to look for your father." ”

The old teacher shouted again.

Hearing this, Pan An's crying stopped abruptly, and when he raised his head, there was not even a trace of tears on his face, and he said timidly: "Thank you, sir, for not killing!"

This sentence drew laughter from the teaching house.

However, it didn't stop there.

Maybe it was Pan An's begging for mercy that made the old teacher even more tired of Xu Chen's stubbornness, or maybe the old teacher thought that it was Xu Chen who deliberately whispered to Pan An just now to oppose him. He glanced at Xu Chen coldly, pointed his finger casually, and said very calmly: "Why are you still here, didn't I say that you should leave?"

"Oh!"

Xu Chen's eyes were dim, he thought that the incident just now had already passed, but he didn't expect that the old teacher still had this attitude.

After agreeing, Xu Chen walked towards the door in front of the church house decadently, although he also wanted to hear about those histories, but he couldn't get his wish.

A few laughs suddenly sounded, of course, it was from Ximen Wenyu and a few of his comrades.

When he came to the door, Xu Chen did not push the door straight out, but slowly turned around, bowed deeply to the old teacher, and then looked around the entire teaching house, those complicated eyes were so familiar.

There are ridicule, there are those who go downstairs, there are those who don't care, there is Li Tianming's helplessness, there is Pan An's shame, and one is so indifferent.

Xu Chen smiled slightly and turned to leave.

At this time, the voice of the old teacher Xi sounded behind him: "My class is for those disciples who know how to make progress and understand the way of respecting teachers, and it is definitely not for those who do not learn and have no skills, or even have bad mental skills." It's not that I'm stingy, it's not that I can't listen to different voices. It's just that I'm not going to end up in a pot of soup because of a stinky fish, you know?"

"Understood!"