In the next few days, Xiang Shu kept his agreement with Jian Kuai and went to wait under the tree at the entrance of the village every day.
Madman Jian comes early and late, but he comes every day. First, he silently listens to Xiang Shu's talk about the world outside, and then teaches Xiang Shu how to comprehend the Four Extremes.
According to the sword madman, the four-pole ban is not the strongest among the branches, but it is the easiest to understand and understand.
Xiang Shen also felt the same way when he learned it. After a few days of understanding, he was able to barely control the four-pole ban and stop it from getting out of control. However, there is still a long way to go before initial use.
Even so, after Xiang Shen informed the progress, the sword madman was still shocked.
The Four Extremes Ban is indeed relatively simple, but it is a ban after all. The simplicity he talks about is measured in years, not days.
I originally thought that it was rare for Xiang Shu to be able to barely control the Four Extremes Forbidden City before setting off. But now it seems... he has far underestimated this woman's talent.
The sword madman was thinking about it in his mind, but he didn't show any abnormality on the surface. He tried his best to say: "Practice hard and don't be lazy. Compared with the monks in ancient times, you are still far behind."
He respectfully promised to Shu, "I will teach you."
The madman Jian heard his face heat up and coughed guiltily, "That's it for today. You can go back."
He bowed to Shu again, turned around and left.
The sword madman looked at it and sighed.
If such a good seedling can survive, junior brother will be very happy, right?
Xiang Yuzi was still working hard to practice the four extremes, while Wang Tuo waited carefully for several days and finally arrived at the clan council.
In the early morning of this day, all the elders in the village gathered together and sat down, their faces looking a little ugly.
Wang Tuo was sitting at the bottom. When he saw his grandfather coming and taking his seat at the front, he immediately stood up and said loudly: "You elders are here today. I think you already know what is being discussed in advance. If you have any conditions, just ask!"
After saying these words, there was a moment of silence in the room, and then a shirtless butcher spoke first: "Tuo'er, people's hearts are sinister. You don't know that little girl well, why are you so persistent in saving her?"
Another middle-aged woman had a cold look on her face, and her tone was even more straightforward: "She is not from our clan, and the statue will never be loaned out!"
"She is my savior."
Wang Tuo said in a sonorous tone, "Uncle Gang, Aunt Hua, you have taught me since I was a child that I should repay my kindness. Xiang Shen saved my life, so of course I will save hers too!"
"Is it really that simple?"
The sinister-looking old man with a goatee chuckled and said, "Little brat, you have saved her life by bringing her back from the outside world. This is a matter of conscience. Whether we save her or not, it doesn't matter whether we are ungrateful. Or..."
The old man with the goatee smiled meaningfully, "You kid, do you have selfish motives?"
Wang Tuo's face tightened, "That's absolutely not the case! Uncle Yang, if you keep joking around, I'm going to get angry."
The old man with the goatee laughed and stopped talking.
"Tuo'er, you don't have much experience in the world, but we can understand your enthusiasm."
A woman with a plain and gentle appearance said softly: "But you can't easily tell the difference between right and wrong in the outside world. You said that she is a genius, a talented person with a good mind and a decisive killing. Maybe you are right.
But recently I asked Yue'er to take care of her, but I found that she has an indifferent temperament and doesn't even care about her own life and death. She won't appreciate your efforts. What's the use of saving such a person? "
Wang Tuo glared coldly, "Aunt Bai, I never ask others for anything in return, I just want a clear conscience."
The gentle woman looked helpless, this guy was stubborn, and he most likely wouldn't be able to persuade him to come back.
She turned her head and looked at the pudgy old man who was always cheerful, and couldn't help but feel even more helpless, "Village Chief, haven't you seen enough of the excitement?"
The old village chief seemed to have just woken up from sleep. He was slightly refreshed and sat upright. "Then I will say a few words."
He glanced around the room and finally landed on Wang Tuo. He said with a smile, "You can give her the statue."
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the room was shocked.
The butcher had a hot temper and stood up immediately: "Village chief, you can't just go through the back door just because Tuo'er is your grandson!"
The smile on the old village chief's face did not diminish, and he did not explain. He just raised his hand and pressed it.
The butcher suddenly felt a pressure and could only sit down holding his breath.
"Don't worry."
The gentle woman comforted her softly, "When have you ever seen a village chief favor someone?"
The butcher's expression softened slightly when he heard this, but he still muttered: "That's hard to say."
The old village chief did not look at the butcher and continued: "But there is a condition."
Wang Tuo had expected it and nodded without surprise: "You say so."
The old village chief narrowed his eyes and slowly uttered three words: "Demon God Valley."
Wang Tuo was slightly shaken and looked at the old village chief in disbelief: "You want me to enter the Demon God Valley?"
"No!"
Before the old village chief could speak, the butcher was the first to become anxious. He even forgot to change his title: "Your Majesty, this is absolutely impossible! Your Highness is the only bloodline left in the royal family. How can you take risks in the Demon God Valley?"
The gentle woman and others also turned pale, "Your Majesty, Your Highness has finally grown up and must not make any mistakes!"
Everyone, without exception, opposed it.
The old village chief listened with a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes, and his tone was rare and stern: "If you continue to protect me like this, do you want to turn the future king of our clan into a useless person?"
The old man with the goatee looked gloomy, "But..."
"No need to say it!"
Wang Tuo clenched his fists and then released them. He looked at the old village chief and was silent for a moment. Then he suddenly smiled and showed his white teeth, "I wonder why you are so talkative these days, so you are waiting for me here. Okay! This Demon God Valley , I’ll just go. But whoever wants to be the king of Lao Shizi can be regarded as such!"
After saying that, Wang Tuo waved his sleeves and swept away the chair, slamming the door and leaving without looking back.
The cold atmosphere eased as he left.
After a moment of silence, the old man with the goatee smoothed his hair and beard, and said slowly: "Your Majesty, His Highness is still young. Is it too hasty to force him like this?"
"If he doesn't force it, he will never understand the weight on his shoulders."
There was a hint of bitterness in the old village chief's smile, "He never considered himself a demon. No matter how much time he was given, he would only drift away from the Demon King Valley."
"Your Majesty, you cannot say that."
The gentle woman showed unbearable expression, "Your Highness is young and innocent, and needs more experiences to understand the situation in Demon King Valley. This time he went out to experience, it was not your secret arrangement, but in just a few years, his growth has been obvious."
"You're right."
The old village chief looked out the door, as if he still wanted to see his grandson's back, but he couldn't see anything from the distance.
He sighed softly, "You and I both know exactly where the Demon God Valley is, and I will not let him go if there is any chance. But it was too late for him to wake up. More than 30,000 people have passed through the catastrophe. Year, do we... still have time to wait?"
The gentle woman was stunned and worried, "Is there really no choice?"
"I've been watching the sky at night lately."
The old village chief swept his eyes over the crowd, "The time for the black tide to recede this time has been advanced by a hundred years."
"What?!"
The butcher was horrified, "A hundred years? Wouldn't that mean... half a year later?"
The cold-faced middle-aged woman whom Wang Tuo called "Aunt Hua" flashed her eyes, "But is it related to the incident four years ago?"
"There is abnormal movement in the ground, there are branches flowing back, this is not the main reason."
The old village chief closed his eyes and said in a harsh tone: "The ghost stream is spreading rapidly, which can only mean... the underworld is lost!"
As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence in the room.
The butcher didn't know what he thought of, his eyes filled with tears, and his voice suddenly became hoarse, "Your Majesty, just for the promise we made, the price we paid... is too high."
The old village chief raised his head and sighed, "The leader of the Puppet Sect saved the last trace of blood for our clan, and now all the descendants of the Puppet Sect are dead. I must keep this agreement no matter what."
Having said this, the old village chief took a gentle breath, and his mood quickly calmed down, but the groove on his face became even deeper.
"I will try to keep Tuo'er. As long as he can come out of Demon God Valley alive, he will be the new king of our clan!"
Wang Tuo walked quickly without looking at the road. When he regained consciousness and looked up, he had arrived at Xiang Shen's door.
He put away all the unhappiness on his face and calmed down. Then he knocked on the door and said in his usual cheerful voice: "Xiang Shu, I'm here to see you."
"Come in, the door is open."
A familiar and calm voice came from the room, and Wang Tuo's heart became quiet for some reason. He opened the door, but did not dare to meet Xiang Shu's eyes. He turned his head to avoid it, sat down at the table and poured himself a glass. Tea, minding his own business, said: "I have taken care of your affairs for you, and now it depends on how my grandfather arranges it."
When Xiang Shen entered Wang Tuo's house, he could tell at a glance that something was wrong with him, but he didn't point it out.
She also sat down beside him, picked up the cup and took a sip, "It seems that your grandfather has made things difficult for you because of my affairs."
"It's not too difficult."
Wang Tuo picked up the tea depressedly and drank it all in one gulp, "I just don't know, who am I in his eyes?"
Xiang Shu refilled the tea for him and said in a casual tone, "Aren't you his grandson?"
"yes."
Wang Tuo smiled mockingly, "But in his eyes, compared with the glory of the clan, I am... insignificant! Not only me, but also my parents..."
At this point, Wang Tuo paused slightly and then sighed: "That's all, why am I telling you this? Let's talk about you. My grandfather said that your body is hopeless."
Xiang Shen smiled lightly when he heard this, "What then?"
Wang Tuo suddenly felt helpless, "At least give me some reaction. Who in the world is not nervous about life and death? How come you treat it like a trivial matter?"
"It's not the first time."
Xiang Shen curled his lips slightly: "The first time, you will still have random thoughts and be nervous. If it happens like this the second time, wouldn't it look too useless?"
Wang Tuo just thought she was talking about how many times she had narrowly escaped death, and he couldn't help but clicked his tongue: "It seems that you, the Lu family witch, are not easy to be."
At this point, Wang Tuo finally realized that he was going too far, and quickly returned to the topic: "Your body is damaged, and there is no cure for it. The only way now is to change your body."
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