Looking at Chu Mo's understated expression and seeing the quickly relaxed expressions of the wounded in our sect, Tu Yong could only sigh in his heart, such a young man definitely deserves the title of young giant. He couldn't even describe Chu Mo with the four words "awesome young people". Because it is no longer suitable. Chu Mo definitely already has the qualification to be equal to a quasi-supreme like him, and even, deep down in his heart, Tu Yong has a feeling: I am afraid that it will not be long before he loses even the qualification to be equal to this young man.
"Fellow Daoist Chu." Tu Yong changed his address to Chu Mo again, and bowed to salute: "Thank you!"
Chu Mo returned the salute: "Elder Tu is being polite, it was originally my fault."
People respect me one foot, and I respect others one foot. This is Chu Mo's style of life.
"Fellow Daoist Chu can just call me Fellow Daoist Tu. In front of Fellow Daoist Chu, who can be called an elder?" Tu Yong said with a wry smile.
Chu Mo smiled: "It's not that exaggerated, Elder Tu is a senior..."
"Fellow Daoist Chu, don't say that. If you say it again, I will feel ashamed. Fellow Daoist Chu is the grandson of a great man. If you talk about seniority, there are probably not many people in the entire heaven who can surpass you. So it is called Friends of the Daoist, I took advantage of it." Tu Yong said with a humble face.
These injured Ancient Sword Sect monks looked at each other in blank dismay. They didn't understand why the wind direction changed completely all of a sudden. Why did the Great Elder suddenly become so polite to this young man
Naturally, Tu Yong would not explain anything to them, and then he took Chu Mo and personally arranged Chu Mo in the most advanced guest room of the Ancient Sword Sect. Then he ordered the kitchen to cook a table of exquisite dishes.
Tu Yong didn't call anyone else, only him and Chu Mo. Because some things are really inconvenient for others to hear.
The beloved disciple of the Great Elder of the Ancient Sword Sect turned out to be a blood slave of the Demon Clan. If word of this got out, it would be shocking! It's appalling! Even within the Ancient Sword Sect, it may be difficult to accept this fact.
"Fellow daoist, what if... I mean, if my villain really refuses to listen to persuasion, what should he do if he wants to leave?" Tu Yong held his wine glass with a sad face. In fact, how could he be in the mood to drink now? After seeing Chu Mo's supernatural powers, he almost pinned all his hopes on this young giant.
"I can't tell you such nonsense about killing relatives righteously. People are not sages. People who can truly kill relatives righteously are hard to find in the world. Most of them are forced to do so." Chu Mo smiled wryly: "That's why we talk about this matter." , if he refuses to look back, it will indeed be a little troublesome. It depends on Elder Tu, whether he is willing or not."
"Huh?" Tu Yong slightly raised his eyebrows. He could hear something in Chu Mo's words. In the first half, he said that few people could kill relatives righteously, but in the second half, he asked him whether he was willing to do so. Obviously, it was not for him to kill relatives righteously. He looked at Chu Mo and said sincerely, "I would like to hear more about it."
"That's it, I always feel that even if the demons planted demon seeds in their bodies and became blood slaves, it may not be completely incomprehensible. It's just that we don't have such clever people." Chu Mo said.
"Fellow Daoist really knows the demons very well." Tu Yong sighed, and then said: "Yeah, I also always feel that this should be able to be lifted, perhaps, only the true peerless power of the Supreme, I have this kind of ability just now. But now in this world, I want to become the supreme..." After speaking, Tu Yong suddenly raised his head and looked at Chu Mo: "I'm afraid you are the only one, fellow Taoist."
Chu Mo smiled wryly and shook his head: "I'm not sure, but I will try my best to move in this direction. I just asked you whether you are willing to give up, but I actually wanted to say that if he is willing to turn back, then it is easy to say, seal a quasi Although Supreme is difficult, it is not impossible.”
Tu Yong nodded: "Yes, the Ancient Sword Sect has accumulated a little over the years."
Chu Mo smiled and said to himself: What is a little savings, an ancient sect that has been passed down for several epochs although there are only a few hundred people, who are you fooling when you say you have a little savings? But he didn't point it out, and continued: "If he doesn't want to, then I would like to set up a magic circle. This magic circle is a killing circle."
Tu Yong's eyelids twitched, but he resisted it and didn't intervene.
"In fact, you should be very clear that it is very difficult to trap a quasi-supreme." Chu Mo said: "I am sure to kill a monk who has just entered the field of quasi-supreme, but I am not sure to kill a monk who has entered the quasi-supreme for many years." Besides, even if I have the ability to kill him, you don't want to see it."
The corner of Tu Yong's mouth twitched, thinking that you are really welcome! In front of me, a quasi-supreme, he said that he was sure to kill the power of this field... But he knew that the young man in front of him was not bragging. He really has this ability!
Chu Mo went on to say: "In this way, it is too difficult to trap him, subdue him, and seal him. My killing array can disintegrate his body, leaving only his soul. In this way, we can Leave him alive. Then, seal his primordial spirit."
Tu Yong pondered, his face obviously showing distressed color. It gave Chu Mo the feeling that if he could be replaced, Tu Yong would definitely replace his apprentice without hesitation and suffer this crime.
It was even more painful for him to let Windrunner fall and suffer this pain than to face it himself.
I love you so much!
Chu Mo sighed and didn't bother to urge him. He lowered his head and drank quietly, waiting for Tu Yong's reply.
After a long time, Tu Yong sighed: "Let's set up the formation."
Saying that, he didn't say goodbye to Chu Mo, but stood up and left. The back is full of depression, very lonely.
After a night of silence, the next morning, when Chu Mo woke up from his practice, he felt that the atmosphere of the entire Ancient Sword Sect was a little different.
It seems to be full of cheerful atmosphere.
Chu Mo glanced with his divine sense and knew what happened.
"Uncle Master is coming back!"
"Uncle Master sent a message, saying that he wants to come back."
"Is Master Uncle coming back? Great!"
"Brother is finally willing to go home, so happy."
The influence of this Windrunner in the entire Ancient Sword Sect can be seen to be very large.
Chu Mo shook his head with a wry smile, then entered the state of meditation again, and began to practice. No matter when, he has never slack off in cultivation for a single day. As long as he has time, his first thing must be to practice.
At noon, the atmosphere of the entire Ancient Sword Sect became even more enthusiastic. Many people outside were cheering and jumping for joy.
Seems like the Windrunner is back.
Chu Mo didn't go out, he didn't want to startle the snake, and he could feel that Windrunner was very alert. When he came back, only one Tu Yong knew. But he took the initiative to pass the news of his return to other people in the sect.
I don't know if these people have leaked any news. This... can only rely on Tu Yong's control over this sect.
From the current point of view, it seems that no one has passed the news to Feng Xingzhe. Maybe those people simply don't believe that the most respected person in their hearts is also the most outstanding power in the entire Ancient Sword Sect, and has something to do with the Demon Race.
Tu Yong's expression was not very good. Although no one in the sect told Fengxingzhe what happened yesterday, he didn't understand why Fengxingzhe came back with great fanfare.
In these years, Windrunner has actually returned many times, but almost every time, he came back quietly. There has never been a time like this before, the advance notice, and then the vast majority of people in the entire sect, especially the young people, are all excited to welcome him back.
What does he want to do
In the distant sky, a figure, like a gust of wind, quickly blows over.
Many people only felt the wind blowing by their ears, and then saw a tall and handsome young man kneeling in front of Tu Yong, kowtowing: "Master, the unfilial disciple is back!"
"Get up and follow me." Tu Yong said with a serious face.
Those members of the Ancient Sword Sect looked at each other, they didn't know why the Great Elder was so serious. Could it be that he really believed that Chu Mo's nonsense? Does he really think that Windrunner is a demon race
Feng Xingzhe was also slightly startled, glanced at the expressions of other people, then looked at his master, and said softly: "Master, what happened?"
"There's nothing wrong, come with me." Tu Yong's tone became severe: "Could it be that Master can't even talk about you?"
Windwalker stood up slowly, and the smile on his face gradually faded. Then, he squinted his eyes slightly, felt his surroundings, took two steps back, and said in a deep voice, "Master, why are you bothering?"
"What do you mean?" Tu Yong's voice became a little angry.
The other monks of the Ancient Sword Sect also put away their smiles and watched the scene nervously.
"Master, do you still remember what the apprentice told you back then?" Windwalker said softly, "I said, one day, I will let the master see my excellence. But now, this day... has become more and more It’s getting closer! I want to prove my excellence, and the only way is to become enlightened! Become the Supreme!”
At this time, those other disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect all looked at Feng Xingzhe with dull faces, their eyes were no longer admiration, but they were so shocked that they didn't know what to say.
Windwalker wants to become enlightened? To become supreme? in this era? is it possible
Tu Yong's chest heaved violently, and he finally couldn't help it, and said coldly: "Become the supreme of the demon clan? You idiot! Wake me up quickly!"
The wrath of the quasi-supreme, the sound is like thunder, it is simply earth-shattering!
The entire sky echoed Tu Yong's angry roar.
This roar also stunned all the disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect.
Windrunner's emotions also became obviously agitated, and he uttered a shocking sentence: "What's wrong with becoming the Supreme Demon Race? Isn't it possible?"
Everyone, all of a sudden, was completely dumbfounded.
Including Tu Yong. This elder of the ancient sword sect who regarded him as his own son. All of a sudden, he seemed to have aged several decades, and his originally tall and straight spine instantly hunched.
"Demon Race, Demon Race, Demon Race! You regard the Demon Race as a lifelong enemy all day long. Do you know what a Demon Race is? Have you ever seen a Demon Race?" Windwalker growled, his handsome face twisted a bit: " I am the Demon Race! Have I ever harmed you? Have I ever done any harm to you? But what about you... Hehehe, I have contacted you in advance, saying that I want to come back, but none of you... No one People, tell me what happened to the sect. And you... my dearest master, I regard you as my father, you are my dearest person in this world! But what are you doing? Set up a magic circle to kill Me? Hahaha... Hahahahahaha. Interesting, really interesting! There is nothing more desolate in the world than this!"