I want to embrace the moon for nine days

In the deep darkness, light and shadow flickered.

Xia Hou stepped out and stepped on a piece of scorched earth. When he opened his eyes, all he saw were ruins, and he suddenly realized something was wrong.

"This is a dream!"

"Dreams are a manifestation of distracted thoughts and a lack of concentration. Even if I have just returned to the level of cultivation, I cannot let this situation erode my mental strength and thoughts."

"Wake up!!"

Xia Hou shouted loudly in his dream, and suddenly opened his eyes in reality.

It turned out that he fell asleep sitting on the bed.

The moonlight outside the window came in, and there was an unlit oil lamp placed on the wooden table with a corner missing.

The bed boards and door panels were all in tatters, but the room was very clean.

Xiahou indeed rented a small courtyard near Nie's house.

Too many people have died and left in the nine counties of the East China Sea over the years. Even in a place like Quancheng, which will continuously absorb the outside population, there are still many vacant houses, but this has also spawned some small businesses that are first come, first served, and first to settle down.

Some people came early, went to the government to get certification, and were allocated houses near the homes of those masters. They felt more secure and could use them as a kind of capital to trade with latecomers.

The family chosen by Xiahou was diligent. Not only did they clean the house for the tenants, they also had a large vat of boiled and cooled water in the corner.

He stood up and took two steps, stood between the table and the water tank, closed his eyes, and suddenly drew his knife.

There was a flash of light, the blade of the knife rubbed against the wick, and the oil lamp was lit.

The sword flashed again, and the fire was cut in half. The flame was like a thin ball, adsorbed on the blade, rolling back and forth.

Xiahou used a set of sword skills in this mere place where a cow was sleeping. His figure swayed back and forth, ups and downs, and the blade flew. The small fire bead always stuck to the sword and danced around.

The clothes cut through the air, and the movement was silent.

The light of the oil lamp close at hand, except for being cut off in half at first, then burned quietly without being affected by the slightest air flow.

The lights are quiet, the moonlight is even quieter, and people are dancing very fast in the silence.

suddenly!

The blade flicked, and small fiery red beads shot towards the water tank in the corner.

The quiet water surface is like a very elastic lotus leaf.

The small fire beads hit the water surface. Instead of extinguishing, they bounced playfully into the air.

The ripples spread out and closed, and a water droplet popped up from the center of the water surface.

Xia Hou turned his wrist, held the blade of the sword backwards, and hooked away.

Fire beads and water beads were caught by the blade one after another, and rolled on the blade surface at the same speed but without contact.

Xia Hou lowered his eyes and looked at the two beads on the blade for a long time.

It wasn't until the two beads hit the guard of the knife handle one after another, the water and fire clashed, and a thin mist rose, that he let out a breath.

The sound of water mist and slight sighs merged together, making this room extremely quiet.

After returning the knife to its sheath, Xiahou's spirit improved a lot. He regained control of his scattered thoughts and shook his head in thought.

"It seems that the only thing I brought back after my rebirth was my memory. As long as there is still some imprint of the past life in the essence of the soul, I won't be uneasy because of this matter. I have to rely on sword practice to calm my mind."

For those who practice martial arts, the quality of their character and their concentration are of course related to their experience, but more importantly, they have to be linked to their own cultivation.

The so-called sky collapses and the earth collapses, and Mount Tai collapses without changing color. It is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to do it.

Because in the case of landslides and earthquakes, the geomagnetic disorder will greatly affect people's sense of balance and brain power. Dust will fly and tiny dust haze will penetrate everywhere and affect the respiratory tract.

No matter how brave you are, if your physique is not beyond the scope of normal people, you will feel dizzy, cough and runny nose, turn blue, and feel dizzy and ready to die when faced with this situation.

If Xiahou still had the cultivation at the peak of his previous life, even if the mountains and rivers split like broken jade and the lakes hung upside down in the sky.

A thousand things happened around him at the same time, which caused his comrades to be in danger and made him worried and angry. He could also control his emotions and suppress his temper.

But he is only in the ladder realm now, and in order to give himself a protective trump card, he has used many dangerous secret techniques.

Coupled with the unexpected news he received in the past few days, it made him worried, which was really difficult to resolve.

"After the demonic tribulation has broken out, the situation in all aspects is already in chaos anyway. With my understanding of many forces, if I want to do something, I can easily find a group of people to borrow help from."

"But now, the Demon Kingdom has been suppressed in advance until there are only three counties left. In the future, those ambitious people who take advantage of every opportunity will not have time to intervene here. I want to lay out a plan to warn everyone that it will be difficult for them to do so."

Xia Hou tapped his fingers lightly on the handle of his knife, thinking silently in his heart.

"You can't just catch a spirit, use the totem blood curse to catalyze it to look like a monster, and then force-feed it a large piece of information and wait to be caught by Master and the others, right?"

That would be too deliberate and would only make Master and the others more doubtful.

Anyway, I can't be too proud, thinking that in the first three years after my rebirth, I have to be absolutely sure of everything I do.

Now that we are encountering variables, it is inevitable to take some risks.

Xiahou recalled all the recent things, every detail, and with a decisive mind, he stepped out of his house.

Not far away, the light of oil lamps was still shining in the house of the Nie family's grandfather and grandson.

This courtyard looks much neater. The doors and windows are intact and all have been repaired.

There are also two paintings posted on the door panel, but they are not ordinary door gods, but two tigers.

When it's dark, the tiger's eyes glow with amber luster, which obviously has the function of isolating internal and external news and keeping vigilance.

Nie Feiying sat in front of the table. The table was covered with bamboo teacups. The outside of the teacups had been polished and polished, and the texture of the spells depicted were not blurry at all, but more profound.

He stood up the scrolls one by one and shook them into the teacup.

Pure red light mist flows down the scroll and slowly fills the cup.

The first few cups were fine, but when it came to the last cup, something seemed to be inside the painting, making a low groan of dissatisfaction, and the paper bulged outwards and deformed.

But the entire painting was wrapped up, and the things in the painting struggled for a while, but they couldn't break away from Nie Feiying's old hand holding the scroll. They could only calm down and let the light mist flow out in resignation.

Nie Ling'er was beside him, waiting to put the lids on the tea cups, put the seals on them, and put them into two bamboo boxes respectively. He turned his eyes and stuffed two more cans into the big bamboo box.

"You should refine those two jars, Ling'er, you can't be lazy!"

Nie Feiying tapped the girl's bun with the scroll in his hand and said, "If your parents catch up with such a good life, they will wake up laughing even in their dreams. Aren't you happy?"

Nie Ling'er flattened her mouth and said, "After eating these things, I feel very uncomfortable. Not only do I feel uncomfortable when practicing during the day, but even when I fall asleep, I seem to be fighting some fierce and ugly monster in my mind."

"Oh! As long as you practice and fight, you will make progress. Do you know that this is something that many martial arts practitioners in the world would not envy?"

Nie Feiying shook his head, "Those people practice internal skills step by step, move their breath, and stimulate their meridians. The painful and itchy torture is much more uncomfortable than you."

"Our lineage has been passed down for more than five hundred years and has almost disappeared from the public. Ninety-nine percent of the things passed down by our ancestors are useless. Now those waste papers and waste words have gradually turned into truly useful ones. "Inheritance."

"It can be said that in the past five hundred years, our ancestors have blessed us both. We must not let down the expectations of our ancestors!"

Nie Ling'er said helplessly: "I understand."

"If all the generations of the Nie family knew that their only descendant had also embarked on this increasingly narrow road of death, they would be really disappointed and shed tears."

The sound coming from outside the house made Nie Feiying's expression change.

But before he could make a move, Xia Hou had already opened the door and walked in.

The seven layers of security that Nie Feiying set up, either openly or covertly, inside and outside the courtyard, had no effect at all.

The two tiger portraits on the door even showed a look of surprise and panic on their faces, and they shrank back, not daring to make any move.

Xia Hou pressed the two paintings with his palm and pushed open the door.

"Don't worry, I just passed through all the secret techniques you set up and did not destroy them. The effects of isolating prying eyes are still there."

After hearing this, Nie Feiying's expression became even more serious and he said, "Even if the effect is still there, it seems to be meaningless at all."

Nie Ling'er said: "So it's you. You were praising us for our ability in brewing medicine before. Why do you say now that our soul-drawing path is a dead end?"

"Although Miss Ling'er is young, she is really smart. Now she still insists that she is practicing the way of painting souls?"

Mr. By trapping the souls of ferocious beasts into the painting, he also uses the soul power to nourish himself.”

"Their meridians seem to have internal energy, but in fact they are all run by soul power, without any trace of natural energy."

"Is your internal strength like this?"

When Xia Hou said this, he didn't wait for the other party to reply, and sighed, "You two are actually practicing the way of summoning demons!"

The Demon Summoning Way and the Soul Painting Way were both among the Thirty-Six Medieval Taoist Sects, and their external expressions were quite similar.

During the battle, various beasts appear to be transformed from the drawing paper to fight against the enemy.

But the two are fundamentally different. The soul-painting method focuses on the soul in painting, and all things used are human objects, and the emphasis is on the soul, not on the blood of the physical body.

Even when they killed some powerful demons, they would not stuff the demon's body into the drawing paper.

The path of summoning demons is precisely based on the deep study of blood.

"Legend has it that under the human world, deep in the void, there is a sea of ​​​​myths. If you can pass through the sea of ​​​​myths and continue downward, you will know the existence of the Nine Abyss Realm."

"The Abyss Realm is a very desolate and dangerous place, but it is the homeland of the demon clan. Whenever a demonic catastrophe comes, countless pure-blooded demon clans will be born from the demonic energy, causing the number of various tribes in the Abyss Realm to expand unprecedentedly. , impact the world.”

"The founder of the Demon Summoning Way had a whim and took advantage of the end of the Demonic Tribulation to sneak into the abyss and sign blood contracts with many demons."

"As long as the descendants of those demons still exist in the abyss, the descendants of the Demon Summoning Path can summon them and fight in the human world if they hold the contract from their ancestors."

"After these contracted monsters devour the enemy, 50% of their essence will belong to themselves, and the other 50% of their essence will belong to the disciples of the Demon Summoning Path."

Xiahou sat directly at the table, chatted, and poured himself a cup of tea.

Nie Feiying was quite nervous at first, but he really didn't expect that Xiahou knew his sect so accurately. Although he was full of doubts in his heart, he seemed to be somewhat relaxed on his face.

"Who are you? You suddenly came to reveal our identities. What do you think?"

"The goal of cultivating the Demon Summoning Path is to borrow the talents of the demons, select and absorb the various bloodlines that have been refined, and then select and absorb them by yourself to transform your own bloodline. You don't have to deliberately shape the mysterious fetus, but let your own bloodline directly form The role of a mysterious embryo grows step by step."

Xia Hou didn't answer the question and continued, "But during this process, the disciples of the Demon Summoning Dao will continue to be invaded by the blood of the demons. Originally, the geniuses who used magic to control demons and fought on the front line have become more and more fallen. The devil will kill his fellow disciples, causing great harm."

"You have lost too many classics. You only know that the ancestral teachings asked you to pretend to be the successors of Huahun Dao, but you don't know why you do this, right?"

Nie Feiying was shocked.

He really didn't know the specific purpose of this ancestral precept, and thought that someone in his ancestors had rebelled.

"Just because of the possibility of being possessed by demons, will our entire sect be ostracized and hated?"

Nie Feiying was a little unconvinced, "There are a lot of people in the world who practice kung fu normally and go crazy. There are also a lot of people who practice evil kung fu but claim to be righteous. Why aren't these people ostracized and hated?"

"Because you're mistaken about something."

Xia Hou said calmly, "Those who practice the way of summoning demons do not have the possibility of becoming demons, but... they will definitely become demons!"

"Except for the first-generation demon-summoning Taoist master who practiced other methods to a very high level, the disciples of subsequent generations cannot sense the monsters of the abyss at all, nor can they use them to fight."

"Once you can sense the monsters in the abyss, it means that the demonic catastrophe is approaching. After the demonic catastrophe breaks out, the number and strength of the various groups of the demons will skyrocket."

"Your first-generation Taoist master was too powerful. Every contract he made was directly targeted at the entire ethnic group."

"The higher your strength, the more people from each ethnic group will be affected."

"The speed of your own cultivation, even in the midst of a demonic calamity, is faster than tens of thousands of monsters, and faster than one or two groups of monsters."

"Can it be faster than the growth rate of all monster groups set by your ancestor?"

Nie Feiying's mind was pounding, and he clenched the scroll in his hand.

"impossible……"

Nie Feiying murmured, "If this is the case, why do the ancestors of all generations still pass on this inheritance?"

"Because this sect's cultivation in the Demonic Tribulation is really fast."

Nie Ling'er suddenly spoke and said to Xia Hou with stern eyes, "From what you said, people of our lineage will practice faster during the demonic tribulation. Although they cannot outrun the entire monster group, they can already defeat them." More than most people.”

"If the demonic calamity is really a disaster that affects the entire world, if we don't practice this lineage of Taoism, maybe we will die faster, right?"

Nie Feiying looked at his granddaughter and didn't know what to say.

Is there really such a terrible disaster?
Is it so terrible that every living thing in the world cannot stay out of it? As long as it can die later, it doesn't matter if you practice a path that will inevitably lead to death?

Even in troubled times when a dynasty collapses, the degree of disaster may not necessarily bring about this level of consensus among the ancestors of the past generations.

Xia Hou sighed secretly in his heart.

Therefore, it was a right choice to restrain the records of the Demonic Tribulation back then.

But in the past five hundred years, the ban has still not been lifted. It is purely because of the corpses of those in power and their brains are screwed up.

Or do they really think that Da Chu can at least have a thousand-year national destiny?

"so……"

Nie Ling'er took a step forward and stood further forward than her grandfather, "You came to visit in the middle of the night today and said so many things. What is your purpose?"

"We can cooperate and practice another path. It is equally dangerous and equally fast, but it is the path to heaven that many people have passed."

Xia Hou looked at the little girl happily and said, "There is a cultivation method that can only be achieved by leaps and bounds during the devil's calamity. It's called the Nine Abyss Gods and Demons."

"Separately sense the breath of the nine levels of abyss and turn it into disasters to hone yourself. As long as you can survive one disaster, you can be equivalent to a great master in the Xuantai realm."

"Because what is sensed is the aura of the abyss, which is too broad and ignorant, rather than the specific monsters, so the demonic disturbances received will not be so numerous."

"In addition, the secret method used to cultivate this path is not to inherit the aura of the abyss, but only to show the attitude of being a mortal enemy of the abyss during the tribulation to hone oneself and stimulate evolution."

"It can be said that if the Nine Abyss Gods and Demons can achieve success, they will be the least susceptible lineage in the world to falling into demons."

Xiahou opened his hands and explained with a gesture of sincerity.

"Now that the demonic calamity has not officially broken out, when I am practicing, I cannot sense or harass those auras from the abyss."

"The Dao Master Contract of the Demon Summoning Path is the only one that can communicate with the Abyss Realm in advance at a low level. Your strength is not that high, so you are my best partner!"

Nie Ling'er blinked: "You mean, let us lend you the treasure of the Zhen Sect, and you will gradually teach us the secret method of another path?"

"of course."

Xia Hou smiled and said, "We can also use some secret oath techniques to form a covenant guarantee."

"In order to keep it secret, after signing the contract, we can leave Quancheng for the next two days and try to practice together so that each other can see the effect. You can choose where to go."

At this time, Nie Ling'er did not rush to agree, but gave her grandfather enough time to think.

"This cooperation sounds like it will be good for both of us."

Nie Feiying said thoughtfully, "But don't you feel a little anxious?"

"Obviously you can continue to get closer to us, get along with us more, have a foundation, and then gradually talk about this cooperation."

"How on earth do you know so many secrets and our identities? And why are you in such a hurry?!"

Anything, as long as it is urgent, will easily make people feel strange.

"Because his purpose is just to ask you not to stay in Quan City recently."

Su Hanshan's voice appeared outside the door, and he walked easily into the threshold.

When Xia Hou saw him, he was the calmest of the three people in the room.

Before setting off tonight, Xiahou had already made preparations to take a risk.

That risk does not refer to the Nie family's ancestors and grandchildren.

But the person in front of me.

"Okay, I know you're in a calm mood right now, so just give up the unnecessary performances."

Su Hanshan waved his hand, "I originally wanted to tell a story in my dream, but I couldn't, so I could only give you a little push. You probably noticed it."

"So, why do you have such special respect for Brother Dongfang, why do you care so much about the Nie family, why do you know so many secrets, why do you know the inside story of the sheep demon's activation, but can't give out any clues."

"Find a way to explain all of this at the same time."

Xiahou paused, suppressed the pretense on his face, drank the tea in the cup, and sighed: "Do you believe what I said?"

"I believe it if you say it."

Su Hanshan smiled and said, "Everyone has secrets. I don't want to get to the bottom of the original reason."

"Now I just want to know the inside clues about the activation of the sheep demon and what will happen in Quancheng recently. As long as the news you told me is true, nothing else matters."

"Furthermore, I can say that I found out this information myself to avoid exposing you to more people."

Xiahou was silent for a while and finally made up his mind.

"Okay, then I will tell you the truth, but it is like a fantasy and it may be difficult for people to believe it."

He raised his head and said seriously, "I have a gift of magical power. I can't control when it is activated, but I have activated it several times since I was a child."

"The effect of this magical power is... you can predict events in the next three months."

"That experience is like experiencing it myself."

(End of this chapter)