I stood up from the stone steps and walked into the room. The old devil sat in the room, still full of anger on his face. But it was a little calmer than just now.

I walked over and didn't dare to sit too close. After a while, I whispered: "Senior, I'm sorry, it's because of me today..."

But he waved his hand and said, "It's not your business. I've wanted to say some things long ago. I just haven't met him for so many years, so I've been holding it in my heart. Today I can't say it's too late..."

I didn't know how to answer the conversation. After a while, I was silent, I said, "Senior, you just said that if it weren't for Senior Lu back then you might not have taken a different path. What does this mean?"

Maybe it’s because I’m too curious. I’ve always been curious about the past of those senior masters. What happened in their past? Especially for the powerful people like Lu Xiange or Mo Xinzi who were already superb a hundred years ago, what did they experience when they were young?

What kind of stories did they have in that era we call "ancient"?

"Get some wine and want to take a sip!"

Mo Xinzi said loudly, I hurriedly carried a few jars of wine and walked in. Mo Xinzi slapped the sealing mud on it and picked up the jar and poured it out loud, as generous as a young hero in a martial arts novel.

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But this time, the old devil was drunk after killing a large jar of wine. Maybe he wanted to get drunk. His body shook slightly, his old face turned red, and he lay on the table and vomited a strong smell of alcohol.

"Senior, why are you drunk?"

I asked in a low voice.

Mo Xinzi glanced at me, then looked at the candlelight on the table, sighed softly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. [Popular Remenxs.coM whispered: "Everyone is not born strong. So are we. I grew up with this old guy. At that time, I was seven or eight years old. I can't remember it. I was recruited by a small sect. Lu Xiange was my senior brother at that time. In fact, I was the same age as me but just started a year earlier than me. Our master is Yu Yangzi. For us today, his ability is just like any individual guest in the world. But for me and Lu Xiange at that time, he was

Like the gods in the sky, there are not many disciples of the sect, only hundreds of people, it is a very peaceful place without intrigue. For Lu Xiange and I, this life is very happy, haha. At that time, I was punished to face the wall with my master's wine several times, and every time this guy gave me food secretly. He worked very hard, and in practicing orthodox Taoism, I admit that I was not as good as him. He is very talented. After all the magic masters teach him, he will succeed in the first attempt, and when he uses this magic the second time, he will do better than the master. But I need to try the second time to learn it, and after practicing it more than ten times, I can do better than the master. I am not as good as him, and his talent is actually higher than me!"

After hearing this, I couldn't help but curse in my heart: "What's the point of this? It's all perverts!"

"We practiced together and went down the mountain to experience it until the age of fifteen. The sect was attacked, and the master took us to escape, and we were caught up by the pursuers. But there were only two pursuers. We fought desperately to defeat these two guys. The master and I took action to kill one of them, and the other should have been Lu Xiange. For us in that era, we had long been used to seeing dead people. People now always miss the ancient times and said it would be great if we traveled to ancient times. But who could adapt to it if they really wanted them to go back? It was an era when people's lives were thinner than paper and killing people was like mow grass. But Lu Xiange did not kill people for a long time, but let the damn pursuers go while we were not careful. After that, the escaped pursuers found more pursuers and we were surrounded. The master sacrificed himself to lead the pursuers away in order to protect us, and finally died tragically under the sword of the pursuers."

Speaking of this, the old devil looked up and poured several sips of wine in succession, and his face looked a little bad.

"Later you parted ways?"

I asked.

The old demon shook his head and said, "No, then we wandered in the world as individual tourists for three years in the world, until we ventured to explore the secret realm. In the secret realm, I discovered a scroll of mind method, which records the most basic way of cultivating demons. At that time, I was fascinated by the sight. I knew this could make me become stronger quickly, and I knew that as long as I learned the mental method in this, diligent practice might avenge the master. So I took it out and shared it with Lu Xiange, but he didn't want it. He said that this is the magic way, and practicing will be an abyss that will never be restored. I had a fight with him for this, and then I began to practice the demonic energy by myself. At that time, I was more difficult than you now, because no one gave me the Soul Curse, and I also

I didn't find out the Heart Art of Controlling Demons, so I often lost control. After many times, I killed people. Lu Xiange and I also formed more enemies. My reputation in the world began to become stinky, and finally attracted a very powerful expert for us at that time, an individual visitor from the world who was very capable. He followed us all the way and finally prepared to kill me. When he met me, he couldn't control his demon nature. After going crazy, he fought with him and injured him. I fell seriously injured himself. Lu Xiange sneaked into the back and knocked him out, and then I ended up with this guy's life. Then we found something on him, which was the thing that completely changed the path of our lives and finally parted ways."

Speaking of this, Mo Xinzi suddenly closed her mouth, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Just as he was about to open his mouth, the voice of Lu Xiange came from outside the door.

"We found a letter of recommendation on the individual customer, a letter of recommendation to study art in Maoshan."

Lu Xiange pushed open the door and walked in with a cold face.

I was stunned and looked at Lu Xiange in confusion. The old man sat down facing Mo Xinzi and whispered: "In our era, if some individual tourists in the martial arts world had enough reputation and talent, they might be absorbed by major sects and become disciples of major sects. For major sects like Maoshan, in our era, hundreds, or even thousands of people were recommended every year, but there may be less than ten people admitted in the end. I was moved by this Maoshan recommendation letter. However, I hope to bring Mo Xinzi and go with me.

Maoshan, but he rejected me. That night was the last day we wandered around the world. After that, I went to Maoshan and successfully stood out and became a formal disciple of Maoshan. Three years later, I became an inner disciple of Maoshan, ten years later, and twenty years later, I was accepted as a personal disciple of Maoshan by the head of Maoshan at that time. Fifty years later, I became the elder of Maoshan. The youngest Maoshan elder in history, I rarely went down the mountain because for me, being able to read all the books in the Nine Skyscraper Palace was my greatest dream in my life."

I was stunned when I heard this, looked back at the old devil and asked, "Where are you, senior?"

The old devil laughed and drank wine and shouted: "I have been in seclusion in the deep mountains for ten years. When I came out of the mountain, I had completely entered the demonic path. I killed the guys who destroyed our sect back then, and then opened the killing ring in the world to kill and nurture demons, and control the demons with my killing nature. Twenty years later, I became famous all over the world. Thirty years later, I became a giant in the demonic path, and everyone knew it. In the year when he became an elder, I went to Maoshan and used the identity of the demon to provoke the youngest elder in Maoshan at that time..."

When I heard this, I was stunned at first, and then said in surprise: "Will you meet on Maoshan in fifty years? Then you won't really start a fight, right?"

When the voice fell, I saw the two old men silent. No one said what happened to the encounter fifty years later. Was it a fight or not? If it was a fight, who would win again?

I was very curious, but Mo Xinzi walked out of the room with the wine jar in his arms. After a while, Lu Xiange also left the room. The candlelight swayed, but I was the only one left in the room...hf();
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