The man was described as handsome, with skin as white as snow.
But those eyes were too quiet and cold, reminding people of the lifeless ice field.
In the light of the bright lamp, a monster with many arms and legs appeared, which was several times larger than a human.
The demon cultivator slowly stood up and jumped down from the air. His black robe fluttered in the wind and snow, and an arm stretched out from it. The bandaged palm tightened in the air, and countless dark blue irons with circles of rune light gathered from all sides, surrounding the pale arm and forming into shape.
The powerful black iron arm fell down and pressed the huge monster to the ground.
"Qianji." He spoke lightly, his voice was as sweet as a cold ice spring, but the surging murderous intent was like a snowstorm.
In the air behind him, a small puppet quickly broke apart and reorganized itself. A six-armed, three-eyed, ferocious-looking Mahakala god slowly rose up. The magic weapon in his hand shot out six mysterious rays of light, heading straight for the monster.
A puff of red animal blood splashed onto the cold and handsome face.
Although it is a reduced shadow, the image is too real and three-dimensional.
The group of children in the school saw such a brutal and straightforward killing scene for the first time, and were overwhelmed by the murderous intent that penetrated their bodies. All of them turned pale, some trembled and were about to cry. Some of them were inspired to admire the strong, and their eyes were shining.
Mu Xue looked at the final frozen image.
That cold, blood-stained face gradually overlapped with the child in her memory.
It turns out that child has grown so big.
Ding Huirou's voice rang out on the podium: "Many people in the world have vulgar ideas, believing that women are inferior to men in everything. In the past, there were very few female practitioners in the art of transforming objects into weapons. But now, the Mu family has set an example. And I, Ding Huirou, am also standing in front of you."
"Some people also think that being a weapon refiner means living in a small room, working with stoves and furnaces, and serving others." Ding Huirou's voice gradually became excited. "I am showing you this scene today to tell you how strong the real fighting power of a weapon refiner can be."
"To cultivate the great path, one should break free from all kinds of shackles and not be bound by some ridiculous old customs."
When she retracted the Mingdeng Mirage Platform, she sighed at the disappearing image, "I wonder what kind of master can train such an amazing refiner."
Although she spoke softly, Mu Xue, who was sitting in the front row, still heard it.
I couldn't help but straighten my chest and said in my heart, "I am me. That is my apprentice."
While having dinner in the restaurant, the adult Xiaoshan's face was still lingering in Mu Xue's mind.
When he was by my side, he was such a smiling and shy boy. I spent several years to finally strengthen that skinny little guy. But now, he has ruined himself into that state again.
Before he went through the tribulation, he had a premonition that he had intentionally left him a considerable fortune.
It seems that he still hasn't lived his life well.
Moreover, instead of practicing the good martial arts, why did he practice the most troublesome Six Paths Wheel of Magic
Mu Xue thought dejectedly, now that we are separated by mountains and seas, I can't do anything about him.
"Xiaoxue, this way." Ding Lanlan waved and called Mu Xue and Xia Tong.
More people gathered around her, and even some older senior sisters from previous years took the initiative to sit with them.
The dining hall was much busier during the dinner. Not only the new disciples of this session, but also the disciples who stayed in the previous sessions came back from outside and ate here.
One could even see gray-haired old men and kids around ten years old hanging out together, calling each other brothers.
It can be seen that the road to spiritual practice is full of difficulties and obstacles, and it is not easy to gain insight into the mysteries of heaven and be selected to enter the inner gate.
Of course, some gifted people don't have to worry about this at all.
"As girls, we should of course go to my aunt's Biyou Peak. There we can learn how to refine equipment, transform things, cultivate, and tame animals. It's clean and peaceful, and we don't have to mix with those stinky boys." Ding Lanlan said in the crowd.
The female disciples around all nodded in agreement.
Only Mu Xue was busy gnawing on her chicken leg.
Refining weapons and transforming objects is her forte, but the words of Xiaoyao Peak Master Su Xingting in the morning have vaguely shaken her resolve. She still needs to consider carefully which path to choose in this life.
More importantly, she was too familiar with the art of refining equipment. If she really entered Biyou Peak and became a disciple of Peak Master Ding, clues would inevitably be revealed, which would be very difficult to deal with.
The topic at the dinner table has shifted to the content of today's class.
"Do you know that demon cultivator? He's the one..." Ding Lanlan winked, "the man who turned the demon world upside down because of his infatuation with his deceased master."
"I know, I know. Isn't it that person? The story has been passed from the Demon Spirit Realm to us. Demon cultivators are demon cultivators. Even a master-disciple relationship is so earth-shattering."
"No way, falling in love with your own master? This is too outrageous." Xia Tong pricked up her ears, "Who is it? Senior sister, tell me quickly, please."
Mu Xue looked up while gnawing on a chicken leg and listening to gossip. She had been dead for more than a hundred years, so why was the demon world so lively
Gossip is human nature, and even those who practice spiritual practice are not immune to it.
When mentioning these erotic stories, the girls suddenly became more excited than discussing the cultivation techniques.
"I heard that the master was a witch with peerless beauty and natural charm. She left behind countless romantic debts during her lifetime. She had stories with the young master of the Yan family and the young master of the Luo family that cannot be ignored. She even abandoned her own disciple, Cen Qianshan, the strongest man in the demon world."
"After hearing about Mu Xue's death, Cen Qianshan was furious and caused trouble for the Yan and Luo families for many years. Until now, these two families are still struggling to recover."
"Ah, the one I saw in school today?"
"Yes, that demon cultivator is really powerful. He is an expert in both physical skills and martial arts. Even though he was just an illusion, he scared me."
"Cen Qianshan is a powerful but eccentric person. He has been alone all his life, and he is obsessed with his deceased teacher. If anyone wants to ask him to come out of seclusion to help, the only thing that can attract him is the Horcrux."
"What are Horcruxes?"
"They are the magical instruments that can summon the souls of the dead. It is said that the Horcruxes left by the ancient powerful can bring the dead back to life. But no one knows whether such things really exist in the world."
"So he guarded the master's old house for a hundred years just for such an impossible thing? Oh my god, the love of this demon cultivator is so touching to me."
"I don't know what cruel act Mr. Mu had to make such a handsome and powerful man love her so deeply and without regrets?"
"I also have the storybooks about them, which describe all the details in detail. I have collected the complete set of "Mu Xue's Cruel Hands Destroying Her Disciple" and "The Legend of Wind and Moon: A Thousand Mountains of Passion and Ruthless Snow."
Mu Xue's chicken leg fell off.
No way, I swear, I didn't, I didn't even touch him.