Ding Mu patted Mang on the shoulder, "Don't think too much, don't care who I am. Just know that you and you are old monsters. But I'm very curious, why do you refuse to come forward to teach Wu Qiong's fighting skills and the witch's cultivation techniques even though you have the strength to cover the ground?"

Mang stared at Ding Mu for several seconds before slowly suppressing the curiosity in his heart. He had lived for more than three thousand years and was about to be buried. He understood many things clearly, and he knew better that some things should not be asked, and he could not ask them.

After figuring this out, he called Wu Qiong over and explained: "When I brought Wu Qiong to Kunshan, I found that I had no time left. If I had stayed in the place with thin spiritual energy outside Kunshan, I could only live for five years at most. At that time, Wu Qiong was really too small. He could not grow up in five years, and it was even more impossible to get the entire inheritance of our witch people. So I could only spend three years to protect Wu Qiong secretly, so that he had the ability to protect himself in the initial way. Then in order to survive, I could only come to this mountain and use the rich spiritual energy here to maintain my life."

"It's not that I don't want to help Wu Qiong, and don't tell him the witch's cultivation skills, but that I really have no choice. Now, even if I don't leave this mountain, I won't have many years to live. If I still rashly go to the periphery of Kunshan, I might die within three months. This is destined that I can't leave this mountain. I can only hope that Wu Qiong can defeat the ninth-level monster and only come here to find me, and then I will hand over the inheritance of the witch's man to him."

"But this kind of thing is really full of too many variables. I have been waiting for more than ten years without news about Wu Qiong. I thought Wu Qiong was dead, and my heart slowly died until I discovered you again."

Ding Mu quickly figured out the reason why Mang did this. To put it bluntly, it was because of the thin spiritual energy, which was not enough to maintain his cultivation and lifespan. Otherwise, how could he leave Wu Qiong in a dangerous place like Kunshan?

He hoped that Wu Qiong could grow up with the blood of the witch man, and then find him and pass on the witch man's heritage, but unexpectedly he was intercepted by Ding Mu halfway.

Wu Qiong spent some time and understood Mang's meaning. Suddenly, he found the person who secretly helped him through the difficulties more than ten years ago, but he didn't mean to be particularly happy or excited. Perhaps because Mang was easily defeated by Ding Mu?

Well, although this idea is unfair to Mang, this is Wu Qiong’s real thought in his heart.

Ding Mu also saw Wu Qiong’s meaning and said, “The three remains we encountered when we went up the mountain were arranged by you, right?”

Mang nodded and said, "Yes, it was my arrangement. At first I was worried that the three remains would bring danger to Wu Qiong, but after seeing that you actually understood the sword domain, I felt relieved."

After pausing for a few seconds, Mang said again: "Maybe you are right. If I can pay attention to some combat skills, our battle may be..."

"There will not be any change!" Ding Mu interrupted him directly. What a joke. Ding Mu has been stuck in the Body Refining Realm for more than 5,000 years and has studied various combat skills very thoroughly. Even if he makes a turn, he will not be Ding Mu's opponent if he wants to compete with Ding Mu in combat skills.

His inflated thoughts must be nipped in the bud.

"If you don't believe it, let's go through two more tricks?"

"..."Rang, what else can I say?

Lin Shihui covered her mouth and chuckled, but Wu Qiong thought of another question and asked: "You brought me to Kunshan more than ten years ago. Do you know who my parents are? Where are they now?"

Ding Mu also became interested. He was also interested in Wu Qiong's life experience. If he could find Wu Qiong's parents, could he find more witch bloodlines?

Even if he does not have the powerful witch man bloodline as Wu Qiong, as long as he can practice witch man skills, he will have very good combat power.

Mang looked at Wu Qiong's earnest gaze, shook his head slowly, and said, "I have never seen your parents. More than ten years ago, I felt that the spiritual energy outside had become very thin, and my range of activities would become smaller and smaller. I thought about going out for a walk, looking at the outside world, and then returning here to live in seclusion and waiting for death. I didn't expect to meet you in Ancheng."

"You were only three years old at that time and were thrown under a bridge. No one cared about your life or death. When I passed by the bridge, I felt that there was blood of a witch in your body, so I brought you back. As for your parents, I really don't know, and more than ten years have passed, so I'm afraid I can't check it."

Wu Qiong heard this and was silent for a long time and said, "Then do you still remember where the bridge is?"

"I remember a river passed through Ancheng City. The bridge was built of wood. It was very simple. After so many years, I am afraid that the bridge would be gone." Mang patted Wu Qiong's shoulder and comforted him: "Don't think so much. When your parents threw you under the bridge, their attitude was already very obvious. Why did they still go to find them?"

"I, I just want to see what they look like..." Wu Qiong's tone was a little disappointed. The questions that had bothered him for so many years were finally answered. Although they were not perfect, he still wanted to try it.

Mang shook his head, "It's difficult, it's difficult. It's been more than ten years, how can I find it?"

"Who said I can't find it in more than ten years?" Ding Mu asked back, and said to Wu Qiong again: "Wu Qiong, don't worry. After I go back, I will ask Xiaotian to send someone to Ancheng to search. Even if it happened more than ten years ago, I can find it for you!"

Wu Qiong nodded, "Ding Mu, thank you!"

"Okay, do you have to say thank you to me? This matter is nothing to Oda, so don't worry."

"Well, then let's go back now, I can't wait." Wu Qiong got up and was about to go out, hurriedly holding him, "Wait, I haven't told you about our witch people's inheritance skills."

"Let's talk about it when I come back!"

Wu Qiong really couldn't wait for a moment, and he wanted to go to Ancheng now, but Ding Mu grabbed him, "Don't worry, I'll call Xiaotian now, but you also know that finding someone is not that easy. Even if Xiaotian is very capable, it will take some time. Why don't you get your witch's orthodox practice skills from Mang first, and then we go to Ancheng again. Then there will be news from Xiaotian and you will be able to find your parents. How about it?"

Wu Qiong hesitated for a moment and nodded.

After all, Ding Mu's words work.

Mang was very helpless when he saw this scene. The good seedling he found more than ten years ago was intercepted by Ding Mu. This felt very uncomfortable.

But no matter how uncomfortable he feels, he still wants to hand over the inheritance of the witch man to Wu Qiong, hoping that Wu Qiong can carry forward the inheritance of the witch man.
Chapter completed!