bookrandom Chapter 180: The Wronged Demon King Whose Luck Was Taken Away (8)
Chapter 180: The Wronged Demon King Whose Luck Was Taken Away (8)
The moon is in the sky and the night is as dark as water.
On the Piaomiao Peak of the Wanjian Sect, Duan Xiuran, holding a long sword, with a body as thin as a pine tree, was practicing sword skills under a tree, sweating profusely.
A cold light flashed as the long sword was swung, and it was majestic. Wherever the long sword pointed, it seemed to carry the sound of wind and thunder, and it was unstoppable.
His eyes were cold, and there was a rare hint of irritability on his calm face.
At this moment, a stone hit him from behind.
Duan Xiu Ran looked stern as he blocked with his sword, making a "thump" sound.
"who!"
"It's me." Ji Rufeng jumped down from the big tree leisurely, bringing two pots of wine in his hands.
As he spoke, he put his arm around Duan Xiuran's shoulders and said, "Junior brother, I've noticed that you've been acting strangely since you came back from the demon tribe."
Duan Xiuran pressed his lips into a straight line, his eyes flashing with an embarrassment that was difficult to conceal.
He followed Ji Rufeng to the stone pier under the tree.
Seeing the wine that Ji Rufeng had gotten from who knows where, Duan Xiuran said, "Master doesn't allow you to drink."
Ji Rufeng glanced at him unhappily, "If you don't tell me and I don't tell you, my father won't know."
After saying that, he pushed another pot of wine in front of Duan Xiuran.
"This wine is good stuff. It can make people forget all their worries. Let's drink and talk."
Feeling depressed, Duan Xiuran finally picked up the wine and took a gulp without caring about his image at the instigation of Ji Rufeng.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Because he moved too quickly, he choked and his face turned red, even though he had never drunk alcohol before.
Ji Chen patted his back and said earnestly, "Tell me what's wrong with you? You were distracted when you performed that sword technique just now. This is not like your style."
He and Duan Xiuran were both taught by Ji Chen.
Although Duan Xiu Ran is his junior brother, perhaps because he practices the ruthless way, Duan Xiu Ran is cold and indifferent to others.
I usually just get closer to him.
But after returning from the demon tribe this time, although he looked normal, he looked no different from before.
But he knew that Duan Xiu Ran seemed absent-minded all the time.
Those eyes, which had always been cold and deep, were now tinged with a hint of sadness, no longer as calm as before.
Duan Xiuran looked a little dejected, and said slowly: "I saw her."
"Who?"
This incoherent sentence made Ji Chen stunned for a moment.
"This time when I went to the demon tribe, I saw the girl in my dream..." Duan Xiu Ran repeated.
His thick black hair fluttered in the air as the wind blew, and his well-defined face looked even more profound and handsome in the dim night.
After a brainstorming session, Ji Chen's eyes widened, "You...you mean the Demon Lord?!"
He knew about that dream.
Duan Xiu Ran is a sword practitioner of the Wanjian Sect, a genius that only appears once in a century.
He started refining Qi at the age of three, building his foundation at the age of five, achieving Golden Elixir at the age of ten, and entering the Nascent Soul stage at the age of fifteen.
This cultivation speed is still the fastest in the sect in the past hundred years.
At that time, his father had predicted that Duan Xiu Ran would never be over 23 years old when he entered the Spirit Transformation Realm!
At that time, the entire sect believed it firmly.
But ever since he entered the Nascent Soul stage, Duan Xiu Ran always dreams of a woman at night.
It was also from then on that Duan Xiu Ran's practice was disturbed.
His father tried various methods but failed to interfere with Duan Xiu Ran's dreams, and in the end, it was left unresolved.
Until now, when Duan Xiu Ran was 25 years old, his cultivation had just reached the late Nascent Soul stage.
He and his father always believed that it was just an illusory dream and should not affect Duan Xiuran's practice of the Tao.
But now...
At this moment, Ji Rufeng had put away his previous nonchalant look and asked seriously, "Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?"
This is no small matter.
If that woman really existed, could Duan Xiuran still practice the ruthless way as before?
Remembering the look Duan Xiuran had given the Demon Lord in the Demon Clan's palace before, Ji Rufeng began to worry.
Duan Xiuran took a sip of wine and hummed softly.
Although she appeared in front of him with a different face every time, he would not mistake her eyes.
is her.
Only she could make his Daoist faith, which had been stable for many years, begin to waver after just one look at her.
He overestimated himself after all.
"So, what do you think now?" Ji Rufeng asked with a complicated expression.
Before the person appeared, Duan Xiuran's practice of the ruthless way was disturbed.
Now that the person has appeared, Duan Xiu Ran is obviously unable to control his heart. If he continues to practice, he will sooner or later go astray.
Unless he gave up his previous practice of the ruthless way and destroyed his foundation to practice again.
But... that's no different from destroying your own future.
Duan Xiuran understood what Ji Rufeng meant. He put down the wine jug, slowly stood up and stood on the rock. The evening breeze on his face diluted the strong smell of alcohol on his body.
He looked up at the sky, and it was a long time before he heard his clear and cold voice ringing in his ears.
"Brother, I have decided that I will go down the mountain alone tomorrow to gain experience. I will not leave the world until I reach the state of spiritual transformation."
"You..." Ji Rufeng was stunned.
When disciples of a sect go down the mountain to gain experience, they usually travel in groups.
Many places in the world of cultivation are extremely dangerous. Unless one has extremely high cultivation and sufficient self-protection ability, no one dares to joke with his own life.
Duan Xiuran said he wanted to go down the mountain to gain experience, so it naturally couldn't be a safe place.
Ji Rufeng opened his mouth, trying to keep her.
But thinking of Duan Xiu Ran's current situation, he felt he couldn't speak.
All kinds of complicated thoughts suddenly flooded into Ji Rufeng's mind. He felt mixed emotions and did not say a word for a long time.
Until his throat became dry and unbearable, he stammered, "Have you decided?"
As soon as he asked the question, he saw Duan Xiuran nodded affirmatively.
In the moonlight, he saw a firm and decisive light flashing in those cold and dark eyes.
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Because he had promised Elder Su Yuan, Ji Chen set off for the demon tribe early in the morning.
But who knew that as soon as he arrived, he was told by the people of the demon clan that the Demon Lord and Liu Tingfeng were in seclusion together.
Ji Chen couldn't help but feel suspicious.
According to Su Yuan and his disciples, Sui Ning and Liu Tingfeng fell in love with each other and should be very affectionate at this moment.
Moreover, the two of them went into seclusion right after the disciples of Wanjian Sect left!
It's really weird...
He hid himself and disguised himself as a demon slave, trying to gather information and look for clues in the demon palace.
But after several days, there was still no result.
He sat on a big rock and began to doubt his initial judgment.
Maybe Tingfeng really went into seclusion to practice dual cultivation with the Demon Lord?
After all, he couldn't find anything wrong with this huge demon palace no matter how hard he looked.
He stood up and wanted to leave.
However, at this moment, a fist-sized stone rolled down from the hill behind him, making a crisp "thump thump" sound.
When the stone rolled to his feet and landed, it made a dull "dong" sound when it touched the ground.
Originally, Ji Chen wanted to kick it away, but then an idea suddenly came to his mind and he looked at the hill behind him.
He walked over as if possessed, reached out to touch the mountain and knocked on it with a stone, and sure enough, a crisp "thump, thump, thump" sound came out.
The back of this mountain is hollow!