The Demon Lord has too many aliases

"Yes! Why don't you go pick up cow dung!" A group of children cheered in agreement.

Xu Hui's forehead was throbbing with veins, and he could hardly control the hands on his side, he just wanted to slap these naughty kids to death one by one.

But the restrictions in his soul firmly suppressed his movements.

Huh...huh... He suppressed the anger in his heart and turned around with a heavy breath. Under the indifferent gazes of Yan Weilou and the other two people, he felt an unprecedented sense of humiliation, but in the end he moved away bit by bit.

Yan Weilou withdrew his gaze, his expression indifferent.

...This is really the most tolerant person he has ever seen. In order to survive, he can even endure this kind of humiliation.

But this person is by no means willing to accept his fate. He just hides all his resentment and anger in his heart, just waiting for it to explode when there is an opportunity in the future, causing Yan Weilou to suffer backlash! However, Yan Weilou would not give him a chance.

He turned to look at Su Xinghan, his cold expression dissipated, and a bright smile appeared on his lips.

"Mingguang, I forgot to tell you before.

That person just now was He Bo, and his true identity was actually a descendant of the royal family of the previous dynasty Dayou.

"-This time, maybe he knows where the fragment of the Divine Sword Chaomu we are looking for is."

"Chapter 121 Entering the game (19) Regarding the Dayou royal family pretending to be gods and ghosts for generations and enhancing their qualifications by seizing children's Taoist foundations, as well as what Xu Hui himself has done over the years, along the way, Su Xinghan has changed from a child They learned it from their mouths.

At this time, Yan Weilou told Su Xinghan how he found the secret room of Xu Hui's retreat through the Yuanhe River, and then discovered the Great You treasure house.

The only thing he concealed was the painting he found at the end of the secret room, the scroll with the portrait of Xing Xinghan.

Just by looking at the artistic conception and emotion expressed in every stroke and every painting, you can tell that the painter must have a deep hatred for Su Xinghan. Such malicious things, let alone being destroyed by him, don't even need to be mentioned again.

"...A descendant of the Dayou royal family is hiding here?" After learning Xu Hui's identity, Su Xinghan was surprised and showed a hint of understanding.

The fog in his mind dissipated, and he was no longer puzzled by the resentment shown by Xu Hui. Anyway, everything was clear and clear.

The arrival of the two was warmly welcomed by the villagers. Every household came out to welcome them, slaughtered pigs and sheep, and took out the best things in their homes.

A group of children didn't know if they had heard too much about Yan Weilou fighting against He Bo to rescue them, but they all liked this big brother very much. Like a group of animal cubs, they would stick to Yan Weilou every chance they got.

For children with pure nature, Yan Weilou is a little more patient than others, and he is not tired of their entanglement.

He was so excited that he whittled out a wooden sword and performed a simple sword technique in front of the children.

The sun was bright and the trees were full of shadows. The young man stood up with his sword put away. The too sharp and cold facial lines were softened by a smile: "How is it? Have you learned it?" Although he only used an entry-level swordsmanship, But in this world where martial arts flourish, martial arts skills are even more precious than poems and books, and most people never tell them about them.

Even the simplest and most basic skills are not available to ordinary people.

Ordinary people like these without any background, if they want to learn some martial arts, at least they have to send their children to martial arts schools as apprentices from an early age. They have to pay and work hard for several years before they are taught martial arts. In the end, most of what they learn is just Kung fu that is not top-notch in the world of martial arts.

Even if a person with outstanding talents has the opportunity to join the Jianghu Sect, he cannot only enjoy the benefits, but also has to bear various obligations in the sect.

Moreover, the skills learned in martial arts schools or sects are not allowed to be passed on without permission, even to one's own children.

Like Yan Weilou, he taught the children a set of swordsmanship that was at least top-notch without any secrets, and did not even restrict them from continuing to pass it on in the future. In the vast land of China, it is unimaginable generosity. ! These children did not realize the meaning of his actions, but the villagers knew very well that this simple set of swordsmanship might have changed the life destiny of many children and even their descendants.

At this time, the enthusiasm of the villagers increased twice as much.

Villagers carrying chickens, ducks, fish, fruits and vegetables almost surrounded the small courtyard where Yan Weilou temporarily lived.

Some people threw things directly in from outside the wall.

This is the simplest and most direct way for them to express their gratitude.

While Yan Weilou was dealing with these people, Su Xinghan seemed to be unaccustomed to such liveliness, so he said something to him and quietly walked out of the side door.

Yan Weilou didn't take it to heart, and just reminded with a smile: "Didn't you say that the Chaomu fragment is nearby? Mingguang, don't forget to sense it carefully and find out the specific location. Let's go find it early.

"Xu Xinghan agreed: "Ayan, don't worry, I already know where the fragments are, so I'll go and get them.

” ·Compared with the bustle at Yanwei Tower, the other place is very deserted, which is a cowshed at the west end of the village.

Xu Hui finally cleaned up the cowshed, endured the stinking smell all over his body and walked out quickly. He used the Qinggong mental method as fast as he could in his life, leaped all the way to the river, washed his whole body three times, and finally felt The weird smell on his body has dissipated a lot.

But under the influence of psychology, he still felt uncomfortable all over. He couldn't help but frown his eyebrows and his face turned dark.

At this moment, the resentment in his heart towards Yan Weilou was almost as much as that of Su Xinghan.

One of these two people was the main culprit who caused the destruction of his country, which fundamentally destroyed his noble status. It also made him, a descendant of the royal family, frightened since he was a child. He lived anonymously and lived worse than ordinary people; One was even more treacherous, cunning, cruel and cruel. Not only did he take away the great treasure house that his ancestors had relied on for generations like a robber, and cut off the hope of the remaining generations to restore the country, he also treated him as a slave and handed him over to a little girl. Such humiliation! Xu Hui clenched his teeth hard, his facial muscles twitched, and he felt a faint smell of blood in his mouth.

He looked down at his reflection in the river and swore through gritted teeth: "One day, one day... I will take revenge for today!" "I'm afraid you won't be able to wait for that day.

"A clear and cold voice suddenly came from behind him, with a calm and calm tone, as if he was expounding an absolute truth that must be correct, and it was natural and certain.

Xu Hui turned around warily. When he saw the person coming, he subconsciously took three steps back: "...you? What do you want to do?" Su Xinghan, dressed in white, appeared quietly on the bank of the river, covered in steaming mist. It spread all over him, making him look like a fairy.

However, in Xu Hui's eyes at this time, this man was even more terrifying than the Shura ghost in hell.

Su Xinghan said nothing, only stared at Xu Hui silently with a pair of clear and cold eyes.

A cold murderous intention filled the air with the water mist, filling every inch of space around Xu Hui. Su Xinghan didn't have much expression on his face.

"...You know me and already know my identity?" He said lightly, with pure curiosity in his tone, "Where did you know that?" Without waiting for Xu Hui to answer, Su Xinghan said to himself: "Look It has been passed down from generation to generation.

They are so vindictive, do they still want revenge? "Xu Hui was trembling under the weight of the heavy momentum around him, almost bending into a shrimp.

Although he managed not to fall to his knees with a "plop", there were still big beads of sweat on his body, and he was very embarrassed.

When he suddenly saw Su Xinghan at the entrance of the village, he did not expect it at all. This also gave him no time to prepare himself mentally, and he accidentally poured out the resentment in his heart. Naturally, he had to quickly make amends at this time.