(God's perspective)
The Ancient Ao Continent will usher in a war period every hundred years, and one of these war periods lasted for three hundred years.
Not only are there wars in Xinjiang, but also the human race, the demon race, not to mention the ghost race, which has always been hidden from the world, are experiencing varying degrees of war here.
Zhan Hunxi was born during this intense period of war.
At that time, the Xinjiang State was divided into different tribes, and no one was convinced among the tribes. They all wanted to unify the Xinjiang State, and then the entire Guao Continent.
"I want to become a great magician! I want to practice Taoism! Then let people live and work in peace and contentment... From then on, they will have no worries about food and clothing! I will have wives and concubines..."
"What a success! What nonsense can a little kid say! I asked you to help, but did you end up helping in the ditch!!! Who doesn't know how to talk nonsense! If you don't help, you won't have food to eat, and you will die sooner or later!"
A beautiful Xinjiang woman grabbed a child by the ear.
At that time, Zhan Hunxi wanted to become a great warlock, which made him, an orphan who was devastated by the war, always nervous at that time.
Listening to the down-and-out storytellers in the market talking about visiting Taoists.
Guanyou Taoist is so powerful that he can destroy the country with just a move of his fingers.
Zhan Hunxi, who heard about this for the first time, quickly became interested.
The storyteller also talked about many things about the Taoist Guanyou defeating the monsters.
"Taoist Guanyou here has only accepted two disciples for a hundred years, and the disciples he accepted also have famous names! They are either the founder of the Immortal Sect or the Immortal Lord of the generation."
Storytellers make money by telling stories, because the war-torn people are the only entertainment. Apart from listening to books, they are busy all the time.
"I want to become a warlock like Guanyu Taoist!"
As a child, Zhan Hunxi innocently announced to everyone while listening to the book.
"Hahaha, don't be ridiculous, little brat! You're still a warlock. Protecting yourself is the most important thing to do now."
"Besides, we ordinary demons don't know how to use magic at all."
"Yes, little baby, let's work peacefully and live in peace!"
Naturally, Zhan Hunxi was questioned by everyone except the storyteller.
After all the guests who were listening to the book left, the storyteller stopped Zhan Hunxi.
The storyteller is very young and is like a big brother to Zhan Hunxi.
When Zhan Hunxi was curious about what the storyteller was going to say when he stopped him, the storyteller handed Zhan Hunxi a book.
Zhan Hunxi looked at the book suspiciously, "What's written here? I can't read the words."
The storyteller smiled, then he pointed at the words on the cover of the book and read out.
"This book is called Overbearing."
"Domineering? Is that what I understand as domineering? What kind of book is here? What are you doing for me?" Naturally, when Zhan Hunxi hears these two words, he will think of that meaning, just like the strong man next door who often domineeringly Keep the food for yourself.
The storyteller explained very kindly, "These two words need to be separated and explained. The 'ba' in this book refers to domineering, the aura of a king. The 'Tao' in this book is your own path. The so-called 'Tao' It can be internal or external. It's up to you to find it."
Zhan Hunxi was confused when he heard, "Then...is this book about teaching magic?"
"Yes."
"Okay!" Zhan Hunxi cheered and ran out of the library with the book in hand.
The storyteller shook his head and was not angry. Just when he stood up to clean up, Zhan Hunxi came back and stood at the door of the library.
"Um...please teach me the words in this book."
The storyteller later taught Zhanhunxi the writing and explained the contents of the book to him.
Three years passed after that, and Zhan Hunxi also learned a little bit of fire control skills. But this was enough to make Zhan Hunxi happy for a while.
"I asked you, a storyteller, if you know so much, why don't you learn it yourself? Isn't this the only book in your basket?"
Thirteen-year-old Zhan Hunxi is also taller, probably because he has learned the mental techniques in this book. The boy here seems more stable than three years ago, but he still speaks so cheerfully.
The storyteller looked at his book basket and turned to look at Zhan Hunxi again, "You have also seen that in the past three years, I have practiced the things in the book here with you, but in the end I can't even control fire? So the magic The Fa can only be learned by those with talent. Without talent, you can only be an ordinary person like me."
"We are demons, not human beings. We can live longer than those people." Zhan Hunxi didn't like those humans very much, because there were always demons disappearing in Xinjiang at that time, and they all said it was the human race's fault. .
"That's right... Demon..." The storyteller sighed, "That's it for today. I'm going to pack my things."
"Okay, then I'll come see you tomorrow!"
Zhan Hunxi left happily.
After watching Zhan Hunxi leave, the storyteller left a book aside with a letter underneath.
The next day, when Zhan Hunxi went to find the storyteller, he had already left. The book left behind was "Ba Dao", which was the second volume of the previous book.
The power of Overbearing's magic must be withstood with a weapon. A normal demon cannot withstand the real power of Overlord's magic.
There is only one sentence left in the storyteller's letter: under the moonlit night of three years of fireworks, he hopes to save a couple embracing a girl.
He had no intention of saying goodbye to Zhan Hunxi.
So Zhan Hunxi felt that he would see the storyteller sooner or later, and by then he would definitely show him his powerful magic power.
Zhan Hunxi understood the content of the letter within a few days of studying it.
He began to practice while waiting for that day three years later.
The first year of waiting can be said to be the busiest year for Zhan Hunxi. He had to do many things at the same time, many of which were too heavy for a thirteen-year-old boy.
But after Zhan Hunxi gradually understood the ideas in the book, those tiring jobs were nothing at all.
As for weapons, Zhan Hunxi went to the blacksmith's shop to learn blacksmithing, and then spent two years building a giant sword by himself.
"This kid is really desperate. He is still dreaming of becoming a warlock. I heard that all the warlocks from the human race who joined the war are dead."
"There's nothing good about being a warlock, but in the end you'll be tired and you won't live long."
The demons near Zhanhunxi's home all know that he is determined to become a warlock. No one has stopped him for so many years. They just feel that Zhanhunxi's efforts are not worth it. Warlocks are useless at this time, and they don't want to fight with him. Families became soldiers and went to war.
Soon it was the third year, and that day came quickly.
It is rumored that the Demon King's City in Xinjiang has fallen, and the former Demon King fled with his wife and children.
The successor Demon Lord is the chief of the tribe in the northwest of Xinjiang. He ordered the killing of the three previous Demon Lords.
Not long after the news reached Zhan Hunxi's village, they met that night.
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