The night gradually became darker and darker.
After eating and drinking enough, Xiao Longer gradually fell asleep on the table, snoring softly and calling his mother in his sleep from time to time, with a few tears hanging on his face.
A child is a child, no matter how mature he is, he is still a child.
Ye Chuan walked over, gently put a coat on Xiao Longer, and wiped the tears from his face.
Xiao Longer is lucky. After merging with the body of the little demon dragon, he is now the only demon dragon still alive and kicking in the wild world. He is destined to be extraordinary by nature, and his future achievements will be beyond the reach of ordinary people. However, he was also unfortunate. He was born without a father or a mother. The first time he saw his mother was in the sarcophagus. The lifespan of the demon dragon family is astonishing, lasting hundreds of thousands or even millions of years. The longer their lifespan, the stronger their combat effectiveness. He may be destined to be lonely in this life, with few people able to accompany him throughout his life. No matter how great the hatred, no matter how good the relationship is, it will only be a drop in the ocean in millions of years.
"Don't..., don't go, those braids are so nice..., so beautiful..." Xiao Long'er reached out and grabbed Ye Chuan's hand, and said something in his dream.
That timid little girl
Is this kid going to show his true nature as a demonic dragon so soon? Ye Chuan shook his head, gently pulled Xiao Long'er's hand away, stepped aside, and continued to sit cross-legged on the ground.
People in the main room and the east and west wings were whispering in fear all night, but after early morning, I don't know who yawned first and lay down first, and the others followed and slowly fell asleep. Only two people were still walking around quietly from time to time, one was the iron tower man Mu Shan, and the other was the wrinkled old man known as Mu Lao.
The old man had a wolf-hair brush in his hand. It was as long as half an arm, black in color, and as thick as a knife handle. It was much larger than an ordinary brush. From a distance, it doesn't look like a pen, but rather like a murder weapon.
After looking around, the old man sat down at the desk and took out a shield. He dipped the langhao pen in his hand with ink and lightly touched it. There was a deep pit on the shield. The strokes were like hooks and he quickly engraved them on the shield. A mysterious rune.
Ye Chuan's eyebrows suddenly jumped.
I thought that Mu Shan, the iron tower man, was the master in this small mountain village. Now it seems that he was completely wrong. Even he was wrong. This old man with wrinkles on his face and looking like he was in his last years is the real master. His cultivation has reached A state where you can send and receive freely as you wish. One stroke of the pen. There are deep marks on the hard shield. What if the pen tip falls on the body
Ye Chuan lowered his eyes secretly, and saw an unexpected scene from the corner of his eyes.
The old man wrote like a genius, quickly inscribing runes on many weapons. Finally, he spread out pieces of white paper and refined a series of strange runes.
"Father, is this Mu family talisman really useful against that evildoer?" Mu Shan, the iron tower man, asked. He was ferocious in front of outsiders, but in front of his father, he was obedient and did not dare to take any offense. All of his cultivation comes from his father's teachings, and he knows how powerful his father is.
"Of course it works. If it didn't work, the old demon of Yinshan would have bloodbathed our Mujia Village and killed everyone." The old man put down his wolf brush and said calmly: "Mushan, go and distribute the weapons, armor and runes. , If you don’t know how to practice, you must at least have a rune to protect you.”
"Father, where are the two Yunwu Sect disciples?" the iron tower man asked.
"Those two people... are not simple, and even my father can't see through them."
The old man pondered for a moment and said: "Send them two runes, and don't worry about the rest. Don't offend them, and don't have too much hope. The Yunwu Sect now is no longer the Yunwu Sect thousands of years ago. …”
The old man sighed, lamenting that the Yunwu Sect was getting worse and worse.
Once upon a time, the entire Yunwu Mountain Range was the back mountain of the Yunwu Sect, and all people living in it could be protected by the Yunwu Sect. Nowadays, let alone protecting others, the Yunwu Sect itself cannot be protected and is about to be squeezed out of the Yunwu Mountains by the rising Xuanding Sect and Wudun Sect. Ups and downs, a sect has its glory times and its decline, life is unpredictable.
"yes."
The iron tower man Mu Shan bowed to accept the order and quietly distributed the weapons, armor and runes. The soldiers in Mujia Village closed their eyes and rested, waiting for the old demon of Yinshan to wake up immediately. Mu Shan looked burly and a little rough and bold, but his movements were extremely agile. He gently placed the two runes next to Ye Chuan and Xiao Long'er and left quietly, silently, like a swift cheetah. .
The antique green brick courtyard became quiet again. This time, it seemed that even the iron tower man Mu Shan and the old man had fallen asleep.
Ye Chuan carefully looked at the Mu family talisman in his hand. The strokes were vigorous and powerful, and it was impossible to tell that it was written by an old man. After careful sensing, this rune exudes a fierce aura, carrying pure Yang Qi. There is no doubt that this is a Yang Talisman, specially used to restrain evil spirits, heretics and ghosts. It was common millions of years ago, and many sect masters could refine it, but now it has been lost for a long time, and even a few elders of Yunwu Sect can't do it. Unexpectedly, there are still people in the mountains who understand.
This small Mujia Village seems to have a long history. Due to its isolation from the world, many ancient techniques and traditions have been preserved. Just like this antique green brick courtyard, it is small in size but has a unique charm. Houses like this are rarely seen outside.
The night wind is getting stronger and colder.
Ye Chuan also felt a chill, not cold, but a biting coldness. People who are weak or babies who are just born may become seriously ill if they are blown by this evil wind. The runes in their hands suddenly become hot, causing a warm current to appear in their bodies to counteract this strange evil wind.
coming!
That peerless monster is finally here!
Ye Chuan's spirit perked up, but he still sat cross-legged on the ground without moving, but the several sky-swallowing talismans in his body were secretly spinning, secretly brewing powerful power.
Xiao Longer also woke up quickly. Although he was still a child, the instinct of the dragon clan allowed him to quickly sense danger. Just as he was about to stand up, he saw Ye Chuan wink at him and immediately lay down on the table again, pretending to be asleep. Outside the woodshed, there was silence. The old man and the iron tower man Mu Shan were also quickly awakened, but they also pretended to be unaware and quietly waited for the evildoer's arrival.
call! The dark wind blew and the air became colder.
Suddenly a cat meowed in the distance, meowing and then going silent. There was a faint rustling sound.
The cold wind blew by, raising a fallen leaf, and suddenly a figure appeared in the courtyard. It was as gloomy as a mummy crawling out of a thousand-year-old tomb. It was dry and without a ounce of flesh, skinny and bones, and had no clothes on. Rolled up in circles of white cloth. The strange figure and strange costume made Xiao Longer, who was pretending to sleep, pale and pale, and his whole body started to tremble involuntarily.