Outside the thatched cottage, it is clean and tidy.

Zhuo Yunxian took Dashan into the yard. The two sat opposite each other. Dashan kept lowering his head, feeling nervous and a little cramped.

"Your name is Dashan? Don't have a surname?"

Zhuo Yunxian asked the boy's name, and the boy nodded silently.

In the underworld, surnames are symbols of status and status. Only people with certain identities can have surnames. For example, Wei Dongli and Ning Fengji, the former is the head of a village, and the latter's origin is also not simple.

After thinking about it, Zhuo Yunxian said again: "Why do you want to follow me to practice? You know that I am a person from the outside world and will not stay in the underworld for too long. Moreover... I have a path of cultivation with this world, and there is nothing to teach you."

The underworld does not practice the path of immortality, but only the path of ghosthood, which belongs to one of the three thousand great ways. However, the practice of ghosthood is originally a practice of incomplete body, which is very extreme. If you don’t generate it, you will die. Therefore, the path of ghosthood is ten times more difficult than the path of immortality.

Zhuo Yunxian has understood the fundamentals of ghost practice, and he doesn't think he can teach the other party anything. After all, he is just a cultivator with good talent, and is far less able to turn stones into gold than the ancient powerful.

After being silent for a long time, Dashan raised his head and said firmly: "I want to become stronger, I want to follow my husband's swordsmanship."

Zhuo Yunxian couldn't help but be stunned: "Learn from swords? Why?"

Dashan said blankly: "Because Mr.'s swordsmanship is very powerful, I want to be as powerful as Mr., I want to protect the village and everyone."

After saying his thoughts, Dashan lowered his head again.

These days, every time Dashan closes his eyes, the scene of the beast tide invading the village will flash in his mind. He will never forget the bloody scene... So he hates his weakness very much. If he had been strong enough at that time, as powerful as Zhuo Yunxian, there would be no trouble in the village and many people would have lived well.

Zhuo Yunxian shook his head and said, "Brother Dashan, practicing sword skills may not necessarily make you stronger, but you have a guardian heart, which is the basis for you to reach the peak. However, you are burly and strong in shape, and it is very suitable for using a knife, so I advise you not to give up halfway."

Dashan said with a frustration: "But the Dark Palace Competition is about to begin. With my cultivation and strength, I am afraid I don't even have the qualification to be selected."

"Hide Palace?!"

Zhuo Yunxian frowned slightly, and a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

Zhuo Yunxian doesn't know much about the specific situation in the underworld now. He only knows that in ancient times, it was the center of the power of the underworld.

Zhuo Yunxian thought that the Palace of Underworld had disappeared with the collapse of the Palace of Underworld, but he did not expect that this force would still exist. Moreover, when he heard Dashan's tone, he seemed to be full of yearning for the Palace of Underworld and hoped to join it.

After thinking about it, Zhuo Yunxian said seriously: "Dashan, you go back first. You can't be too hasty in practicing. The more anxious you are, the more chaotic you are. We will talk about this when you calm down."

"Sir, I..."

"Okay, I know what you want to say."

Zhuo Yunxian directly interrupted the other party and said calmly: "If you really want to become stronger, you should be stronger. When you figure it out, you can come to me again."

"Thank you sir."

Dashan knew that it was impossible, so he nodded helplessly and left first, but he still did not give up on such an idea.

...

Not long after the mountain left, someone came to visit again. It was Ning Fengji, an old man in the village.

I also had a deep impression of Ning Fengji and Zhuo Yunxian, because the other party's words and deeds were completely different from those of other mountain people. I could tell at a glance that the other party was definitely a well-educated person.

"Uncle Ning? Are you looking for me?"

Zhuo Yunxian took the initiative to greet him. Ning Fengji did not dare to be entrusted and immediately asked: "I wonder if Xiaoyou Zhuo is free now. I'll disturb you."

"Old Mr. Ning is polite, please wait and see the seat inside."

While speaking, Zhuo Yunxian led Ning Fengji to the outer hall and sat down: "Uncle Ning, you came here to find me this time. Is there anything wrong with it?"

Ning Fengji suddenly asked, "Young Master Zhuo believes in the saying of fate? There is a fixed number under the will of heaven. Three points are luck and seven points are fate."

"Uh, Mr. Ning, you can still tell fortunes!?"

Zhuo Yunxian was obviously stunned, feeling very surprised and a little confused.

As the young master of the immortal family, Zhuo Yunxian had someone who had calculated his fortune for him when he was young. Unfortunately, he lacked one of his three souls at that time, which led to his poor talent. Therefore, everyone criticized him for his fate, saying that he could not achieve success in his practice, so it was better to be an ordinary rich man.

However, Zhuo Yunxian is not only strong, but also has no bad background power. This is all his efforts and some opportunities and luck that have completely changed his destiny...

Then, Ning Fengji sighed a little emotion: "Fortune-telling and seeing a doctor have the same meaning. They are all for life-saving, but fortune-telling is even more special."

"Help?"

Zhuo Yunxian was quite curious and called: "Uncle Ning, how did you help your life?"

Ning Fengji smiled bitterly and said, "I am not good at learning skills, I can only tell fortunes and not save lives."

After saying so much, Zhuo Yunxian really doesn’t know what the other party wants to do? Could it be that he just wants to show himself the following picture?

After pondering for a moment, Zhuo Yunxian said calmly: "Old Mr. Ning, although I also believe in the sayings of fate, I never accept my fate."

Hearing Zhuo Yunxian's answer, Ning Fengji looked at him with admiration, and at the same time, he also made up his mind to win the support of the other party.

As soon as he turned around, Ning Fengji said seriously: "My friend is a person with a firm mind and can naturally control his own destiny. However, sometimes, it is easy to break even if he just passed, so his friend needs to be gentler."

Zhuo Yunxian said without comment: "Since Mr. Ning can tell fortunes, why not do it for me?"

"No need to forget it."

Ning Fengji smiled bitterly and said, "Actually, even if I have found me, I can't calculate my friend's foundation. However, my friend is lucky and I have never seen him before. I believe my friend's identity is very unusual!"

Zhuo Yunxian nodded slightly, but said nothing.

After his words suddenly changed, Ning Fengji said again: "My friend Zhuo, do you know the origin of the underworld?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, Ning Fengji began to tell the story.

Zhuo Yunxian has a clear understanding of the underworld from Ning Fengji's story.

...

Tens of thousands of years ago, the great disaster of heaven and earth and the chaos of the three realms.

After the Emperor of Underworld died in battle, the inner world of Underworld was divided into pieces. The strongest side of the country was rebuilt in the name of Underworld to become the center of power in the underworld, and control billions of creatures in the underworld.

In addition to the Palace of Underworld, there is another force that recruits troops and horses in the name of "underworld", controls one side and competes with the Palace of Underworld.

That's right, Ning Fengji was once a native of the underworld and had a good status.

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Chapter completed!