The strongest urban comprehension

At midnight, after Christmas Eve burned out the passion of young people, Nanzhou City began to fall into silence.

The wind and snow in Xixia Mountain had stopped. The dull middle-aged man searched the entire Xixia Mountain as fast as he could. However, Zhou Yang and the others were nowhere to be seen, so he returned to the same place and waited.

Within half an hour, strong light shone from the sky, and a series of roars broke the silence. Military helicopters were seen all parked at the foot of the mountain. After a while, groups of special forces began to climb Xixia Mountain. The leader followed.

The young man said a few words and then distributed the troops in the mountains according to the instructions.

The whole Xixia Mountain immediately became boiling. Although many tourists staying in private houses were full of complaints, when they heard that extremely dangerous people had sneaked into Xixia Mountain, they immediately stopped complaining and consciously left the place under the leadership of the special forces.

In the blink of an eye, only troops were left stationed in Xixia Mountain, and they were almost conducting a blanket search. As for what to search for, it was not clearly stated above. They only asked to search for anything suspicious.

In the ancestral village.

The fight between Wu Li and his husband did not cause much damage to the village house.

After the nine bells rang, everyone, except for the villagers who were still in a coma and the younger children, did not delay and came to the husband as soon as possible.

The bell rings nine times, which means that the ancestral village is facing great changes. This is a rule that has not changed for thousands of years.

The villagers in the ancestral village have lived here for their ancestors, and almost everyone has some level of cultivation, and some of them seem to be no worse than Zhou Yang's level of cultivation.

Everyone looked at Mister with concern. Although they did not see Mister fighting with their own eyes later, the fact that he was even preparing to activate the hidden formation showed how serious the problem was. Mister's importance to the ancestral village is self-evident.

In the husband's room, the originally small space was almost crowded with people. The husband was sitting cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by the broken pieces of the death puppet left by Wu Li.

"Are you all here?" Under the dim candlelight, the gentleman's voice sounded weak.

"Sir, we are all here." Wuchen replied.

"gentlemen

, how are you, Erwa, go back and get that spiritual ginseng." One of the villagers said to the son eagerly.

I saw the husband raised his hand in vain, "No need, I know my problem myself, so I won't use it."

As soon as the gentleman said this, all the villagers looked sad.

"What are you doing? I'm not dead yet, haha... cough cough..." The husband wanted to comfort him, but he choked and blood spilled out after just a few words.

"gentlemen…"

"gentlemen…"

………………

"Please listen carefully to what I have to say."

The gentleman continued to speak slowly, "Last night, I felt restless. I always felt that something big was happening in the Xuanjie and the ancestral village. I suddenly thought of divination in an attempt to get a glimpse of something. Unexpectedly, the way of heaven is vast and the hexagrams are very blurry. The more this happens.

I feel more and more uneasy."

"I did not hesitate to expend my original energy and forcibly raised the hexagram again. I finally got a glimpse of the secret of heaven. The hexagram showed that the real dragon appeared. I seemed to have seen a sea of ​​​​blood. It was really because of this that I was backlashed and injured. Otherwise, how could Wu Li steal the secret?

Get the Yin-Yang Mirror."

"What! The real dragon appears!"

"The Yin Yang Mirror was stolen!"

The villagers were shocked after hearing this. They were not ordinary people, of course they knew what a real dragon was. The most distressing thing was that the ancestral village's inherited magic weapon, the Yin Yang Mirror, was stolen.

"Hey, I am a sinner in my ancestral village..." The gentleman sighed deeply.

"The real dragon appears and brings disaster to the sky." Several old people in the village muttered to themselves, looking shocked.

"That's why I don't want the ancestral village to fall into the struggle for orthodoxy. Unfortunately, the Yin-Yang Mirror was stolen by Wu Li and escaped with a death puppet. As a result, the ancestral village must be causally related to the struggle for orthodoxy. Is it a blessing or a curse now?

I still can’t see through it.”

"Ahem... But don't worry too much for the time being. The death puppet is equivalent to half of Wu Li's life. After this battle, Wu Li's origin was also severely damaged and he was unable to do anything for a while. It will take at least a while to recover.

two

Years’ time, which means there are still two years left for Zucun to prepare.”

There is something that Mr. Xiang did not say in his heart. In fact, Zhou Yang only has two years left. After two years, he will definitely face Wu Li.

Before, when Shen Yushan came, he didn't tell the truth. First, he wanted to deceive Wu Li, hoping to temporarily dispel the other party's idea of ​​​​fighting. Second, he did not want the national level to rashly intervene in this matter. Some things are not ordinary people at all.

can face it.

But now, Wu Li has escaped and will one day fight Zhou Yang. How the country will deal with it by then is still unknown, and things have begun to develop in the worst direction.

The gentleman coughed twice and continued, completely ignoring the traces of blood left at the corner of his mouth.

"Wuchen, come to me."

Wuchen was a little stunned and didn't understand his husband's intention, but he still knelt down in front of him respectfully as he said.

Only a few elderly people in the village seemed to understand what the gentleman meant and looked sad.

"Stretch out your hands," the gentleman ordered feebly.

Wuchen heard the words, without hesitation, stretched out his hands above his head.

The azure light sword that he had used in his previous fight with Wu Li appeared out of thin air in Wuchen's hand, and for a moment, the room was filled with a flickering azure light.

"Everyone listen, starting immediately, I will pass the Qingpu Sword to my disciple Wuchen who is sitting down. From now on, Wuchen will be the teacher of the ancestral village. You must remember to obey his teachings in the future and treat him as you treat me."

The gentleman forced himself to suppress his injuries and announced in a serious voice.

Wuchen suddenly felt the weight in his hand and heard his husband's words. He instantly raised his head and looked at his husband with an expression full of disbelief. He never expected that his husband would suddenly make such a decision, and he was immediately filled with sadness.

The villagers instantly boiled.

"gentlemen…"

"gentlemen…"

"Sir..." they all shouted sadly, and before they knew it, some people's faces were covered with tears.