Eternal Demon King

"Brother Li is praised, I'm just a little talented in kendo."

"Brother Yang, being too modest is hypocrisy."

"Pretend, do you dare to say that you and Duguyu didn't let water out of the sword?"

Yi Xiuer snorted softly, if Yang Xuan was only considered a little talented in kendo, then most swordsmen could abandon their swords and practice other weapons.

"It really doesn't."

Yang Xuan spread his hands and told the truth: "Duguyu's life has nothing but swords, his swordsmanship has already reached the realm of transformation, and he is not inferior to me, but his obsession is too deep, he was caught by me in a fight. There is a flaw."

"Obsession?"

Dongfang Yun's eyes flickered, thoughtful.

They have known Duguyu since childhood and have an excellent relationship.

Although they don't know why Duguyu's temperament has changed drastically since two years ago, they also understand that something must have happened two years ago, which caused Duguyu to become reticent, lonely, and practice swordsmanship all day long. Sleepless madness.

"Stop talking about that, let's find a place to sit." Yang Xuan said.

"Okay, I haven't had enough before, let's drink another three hundred glasses."

Qian Zui laughed, he didn't blow this wine saint out.

If Duguyu's swordsmanship is unmatched in the Four Courtyards, then no one in the Four Courtyards can surpass him in the amount of alcohol. He once set a hundred cups of ice and fire without getting drunk.

This Ice and Fire Double Heaven is a well-known spirit in the Holy City, and the highest record holder is only 80 glasses.

"Drink my wine this time, I'm sure you won't be unconscious before you drink a hundred glasses."

Yang Xuan smiled, thinking that my seven-step drunkenness is not an ordinary wine, no matter whether you are a wine saint or a wine god, you can still turn it over after dozens of glasses.

"Uh, isn't it that powerful, I'm a wine saint after all." Qian Zui's expression was exaggerated, with a look of disbelief.

"My wine is completely different from the wine in your gourd and Tianxiang wine, but it is the best in spirits. If you don't use Yuan Li to refine the wine, let alone a hundred cups, you have to fall down after ten cups."

"Yeah, then I'll try it."

"Is there such a strong wine, let's try it too."

"No problem, we won't go home today if we don't get drunk."

...

It is night, the wind is light and the clouds are light, and the silver moon hangs high, casting a soft brilliance.

Compared with the bright lights and lively voices of the Holy City, the four academies are very quiet.

It is not surprising that the four courtyards will impose a curfew after midnight, prohibiting students from entering and leaving.

Even if there is an urgent matter to go out, it is necessary to report to the Law Enforcement Hall and obtain the consent of the elders of the Law Enforcement Hall.

If you don't get consent, you are caught by the envoys of the law enforcement hall of the night patrol, and you will be severely punished, or killed on the spot.

Suzaku College, the inner courtyard high-end residential area, and the Jinxiu Manor are also very quiet at the moment.

In an exercise room, Yang Xuan sat on the ground, guarding his mind, practicing the magic technique of splitting silk.

In just a short cup of tea, his clothes were all wet, and his whole body seemed to have just been fished out of the water, and his face became extremely hideous.

too painful!

The Divine Silk Refinement Technique comes from the last Chaos Era and is hard to find in the world.

Although the talent requirements for martial artists are not high, if you want to practice this technique, you must be cruel and cruel to yourself.

A weak-willed person trying to practice this technique is courting death.

It can be said that Yang Xuan has endured hardships since he was a child, and he has lived for two generations, and he is also a person of tenacity, but every time he practiced the divine art of splitting silk and slashing his soul, he was still tormented, and life was better than death.

...

After two hours of self-mutilation, Yang Xuan collapsed to the ground, ending his hellish practice, and successfully cut off ten threads of divine soul.

He wanted to chop more, but the Divine Silk Refinement Technique became more difficult to refine as he went to the back. If he continued, he would definitely lose his mind.

"If you want to practice the Divine Silk Refinement Technique to the highest level, you need to cut down 99,999 threads of the Divine Soul. This is really a long and arduous road."

There was a bitter smile on Yang Xuan's face.

Fortunately, what made him gratified was that after the ten strands of the divine soul were separated from the divine soul, they automatically submerged into the divine refining formation above the divine soul.

Make the God-Refining Array map more refined and translucent, so that it can absorb more energy from heaven and earth to temper the soul, and the effect cannot be said to be weak.

It's just that I just finished my training session, and it really feels like I've just passed through a calamity.

Yang Xuan lay on the ground for a long time before slowly getting up. He walked out of the training room with heavy steps, and came to sit in a pavilion in a pool in the courtyard outside.

He was so tired, physically and mentally exhausted, that he even thought about giving up many times during his practice not long ago, but with tenacious perseverance, he still clenched his teeth and persevered.

It was late at night, and wisps of moonlight poured down, making the youth in the pavilion seem to be covered with a light veil.

Under the shroud of the moonlight, his body glowed, and the lines on his face became clearer and clearer.

Looking up at the night sky in the distance, the bright moon is bright and the sky is full of stars.

Unfortunately, no matter how many stars there are, Shenwu Continent is not among them.

Yang Xuan sighed in his heart. It has been half a month, and he doesn't know how his parents and Su Ziyao's daughters are far away. Do you think about yourself, miss yourself, or worry about yourself...

From childhood to adulthood, Yang Xuan never knew what loneliness was.

But now that he is alone, without his relatives and lovers to accompany him, he has a deep understanding of what loneliness is.

"Lonely or lonely, everything is for the sake of becoming stronger."

"Yes, only by becoming stronger can I save Qin Lan and find the sacred fruit of Huangquan for my mother."

Yang Xuan muttered to himself, his eyes gradually becoming firmer.

Because he is not alone, there are countless worries behind him.

These concerns are not his drag and burden, but the driving force for him to become stronger.

"Are you homesick?"

Suddenly, an ethereal voice came.

When Yang Xuan heard this voice, he knew who was coming, and quickly got up and saluted: "I have seen Master."

"No need to be polite."

Void ripples, a figure appeared silently, standing in front of Yang Xuan.

This is an old man. He is not sturdy, but rather stooped. He has silver hair scattered over his shoulders, and wrinkles on his face. He is very old.

On him, he was wearing a very old green robe, which was out of tune with the clothes of this era.

Needless to say, it was Feng Qingyang who came.

With a half-step emperor's cultivation base, Gong participates in good fortune.

Looking at Yang Xuan, Feng Qingyang asked: "Little guy, do you know why the old man wants to accept you as his apprentice?"

"Isn't it because I am talented?"

Yang Xuan scratched his head, this expert looked at his talent and his character, but he couldn't think of anything else.

"No, it has nothing to do with talent. The reason why I accept you as a disciple is that your personality and temper are too similar to mine when I was young."

"I see."

Suddenly, Yang Xuan invited Feng Qingyang to take a seat, then took out two wine glasses and a pot of seven steps from the storage ring, and respectfully poured a glass of wine for Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang picked up the wine glass and tasted it, and his eyes flashed: "It's a good wine, it should be from a foreign land, right?"

"Yes, this is brought by the disciple from his hometown." Yang Xuan said.

Hearing this, Feng Qingyang just smiled and didn't mean to ask Yang Xuan's origin.

Feng Qingyang didn't ask, and Yang Xuan naturally didn't say much. He got up and said, "Master, this disciple toasts you."

"it is good!"

Feng Qingyang was very forthright. He drank all the wine in his hand and sighed, "I've been a teacher for a hundred years without a drop of wine, and I almost forgot the taste of wine."

"I haven't had a drink in a hundred years!?" Yang Xuan was surprised.

"Yeah, in order to attack the emperor, I have been in seclusion for a whole hundred years. For others, a hundred years is too long, but for us martial cultivators, a hundred years is just a click away."

After that, Feng Qingyang smiled and said, "If I hadn't heard the rhetoric of my disciple a few days ago, I wouldn't have broken through the barrier."

"Cough, the disciple is young and vigorous, making the master laugh."

Yang Xuan said embarrassedly, he felt it at the time, and if he wanted to say it again now, he really couldn't say it.

"It has nothing to do with youthfulness, you are domineering, and you should be so."

Feng Qingyang waved his hand and said, "My teacher was also domineering when he was young, so that he made too many enemies, so he had to come to the Sanctuary Great World to avoid disaster, and this avoidance lasted nearly 100,000 years."

"I don't know where the master's hometown is located?"

Yang Xuan said curiously.

He originally thought that Feng Qingyang was a person from the Great Sanctuary World, but now it seems that his master is also from the outer domain.

"My teacher comes from the Great World of Hongmeng, which is a star field that can be as famous as the Great World of Xuantian and the Great World of Netherworld. The martial arts are prosperous, and the masters are like clouds."

Feng Qingyang looked at the western sky and said slowly.

"Hongmeng World!" Yang Xuan remembered the name.

"Three thousand worlds, this is definitely not a talk. When you go out in the future, you will find that this world is far more than the three thousand worlds."

"What Master said is very true, but with Master's current cultivation base, haven't you thought about going back and have a look?"

"What are you going to do when you go back, the grudges from the past have long since faded away, and the friends from the past have probably turned into loess. Besides, he is a teacher without parents and mothers. He has been living on the streets since childhood, and he is home wherever he goes."

"The world is home, and the teacher is respectful and comfortable, which makes people envious."

"In life, if you want to be at ease, you must first be detached. Being a teacher is still far from the realm of detachment."

"How to get out of it?"

"Immortal!"

"What is immortal!? Is immortal stronger than the legendary gods?"

"A fairy, neither a human nor a god, what it is, I don't know very well as a teacher. I think it should be a kind of transcendental realm."

"Then how to become a fairy?"

"The extreme of martial arts is the immortal. At that time, the soul will jump out of the six reincarnations, and the body will be immortal and immortal, and it will last forever."

"Master, are there really immortals in the world?"

"Yes, but not in this world."

"This world?"

"The heavens and the ten thousand worlds are one world, and the immortals live in another place called the fairy world. Even if the universe is destroyed, the five declines of heaven and man will not affect there."

"Is it immortal world? The disciples are going to make a trip to see the difference."

"Hey, as a teacher, it is difficult to step into the fairyland in this life. I hope you can step through the fairy gate and enter the fairyland one day."