The demon fairy starts from the six-winged centipede

Chapter 244 The Great Demon and the Boss

Crash, crash.
The East China Sea is vast and blue, with layers of waves rising and falling.

On the seashore, on a cliff, there are two thatched cottages standing.

The thatched huts were at each end of the cliff, and less than two meters in front was a cliff a hundred meters high.

On the cliff, there was an old man wearing a bamboo hat and holding a bamboo pole. At the end of the bamboo pole, a hemp rope as thin as a hair was hanging.

The hemp rope looked extremely thin and would break into two pieces with just the slightest pull, but in the old man's hand, it hung vertically like a steel wire and could not be shaken at all by the sea breeze.

One could vaguely see that a thick layer of martial arts essence was wrapped around the hemp rope, which was condensed and not leaked at all.

As time passed, the hemp line suddenly sank several feet, obviously a big fish had taken the bait.

"Haha, the fish is hooked."

The old man laughed and lifted the fishing rod. In an instant, a huge sea fish was pulled onto the cliff.

Beside the old man, a charcoal fire had already been set up. As soon as the sea fish came up, the old man swept it with his palm, gutting it immediately and removing all the scales.

As it slowly roasts over charcoal fire, a fresh fragrance fills the air in a short while.

At this moment, a man walked out of another thatched cottage. He leaped over to the old man, took a look at the sea fish that was almost grilled, took out his erhu and began to play it.

The sound of the erhu is desolate, intermittent, and seems to be disconnected yet connected, like light clouds floating aimlessly, or like thousands of thoughts condensed and flowing.

This music carries a profound artistic conception that makes people want to stop and listen.

However, the old man rolled his eyes when he heard it and said unhappily: "Wuming, I finally had a good mood, but it was all ruined by your broken erhu."

Wuming smiled bitterly, put away his erhu, and said, "Senior, I returned from the sea the day before yesterday, and the Japanese army is about to arrive."

“This time, Jue Wushen found two peerless masters from nowhere. They called themselves the Great Demon God and the Great Boss. The aura they released scared me so much that I dared not approach them. I’m afraid that a great catastrophe is about to come for Shenzhou.”

Xiao Sanxiao paused after hearing this, looked at the golden grilled fish, and fell silent.

The scorching charcoal fire continued to roast the sea fish, and soon a hint of black appeared, and an unpleasant burnt smell filled the air.

"Senior, it's burnt." Wuming reached out to turn over the fish, but found that Xiao Sanxiao, who was usually agile, was now like an ordinary old man, with his hands trembling slightly.

"Senior?" Wuming asked doubtfully.

Xiao Sanxiao's face was full of complexities. He looked at the charred fish indifferently, with a trace of sadness in his eyes: "Alas, it's fate. It's all fate. What's meant to come will come."

Wuming was puzzled and asked, "Bad fate? I don't know what you mean by that, senior?"

Xiao Sanxiao was silent for a while. After a while, he looked at the fish that had completely turned into charcoal and said in a hushed voice, "The two people you mentioned are my two rebellious sons."

"Senior's offspring?" Wuming was surprised and felt very surprised.

He didn't know Xiao Sanxiao's background clearly, but at least he knew it roughly.

As the pinnacle of Shenzhou martial arts, Xiao Sanxiao possesses the blood of Xuanwu, has survived for thousands of years, and is proficient in all martial arts from various schools and factions. He has also integrated them into one, bringing forth new ideas and creating the Four Wonders of Hun Tian, ​​ranking number one in this world.

This kind of person is the pillar of the Central Plains, and now he actually said that he has two sons, and they are the backers of the Japanese side. This makes Wuming unbelievable. As far as he knows, at Xiao Sanxiao's age, if he really has a son, he is probably an immortal.

"Senior, I don't know them."

Before Wuming could finish his words, he was interrupted by Xiao Sanxiao: "Don't doubt it, they all inherited my Xuanwu blood and lived longer than your ancestor Xu Fu."

"Inherited Black Tortoise blood energy? How is this possible?" Wuming exclaimed.

It’s not that he didn’t believe that Xiao Sanxiao’s descendants would be immortal, but the fact that the blood of Xuanwu could be passed on to future generations was too unbelievable and difficult to accept.

If Xiao Sanxiao, who has lived for four thousand years, had been willing to continue giving birth to offspring, I'm afraid that all human beings in this world would have more or less his bloodline.

If we follow this logic, I'm afraid there will be no shortage of immortals in the world.

Even if the bloodline is diluted and one cannot live for thousands of years, living for three to five hundred years should not be a problem.

Xiao Sanxiao saw what Wuming was thinking at a glance, his face darkened and he said, "Don't let your imagination run wild. I only have those two rebellious sons. And the Black Tortoise Blood is not as magical as you think. It is because I passed the Black Tortoise Blood to those two rebellious sons that I gradually aged to this extent."

Wuming laughed awkwardly and said, "Don't blame me, senior. I just didn't expect that you have a descendant in Japan."

Xiao Sanxiao looked up at the sea, and seemed to see the Great Demon God and the Boss coming in a boat through the long distance, and his back hunched.

He sat on the ground and began to tell Wuming about the ill-fated relationship between himself and his two sons.

"When I was young, I was blessed by heaven and earth. I met the Black Tortoise, one of the four sacred beasts. I obtained the Black Tortoise's blood and entered the realm of immortality. I learned from hundreds of martial arts, integrated them, and created two supreme martial arts, the Ten Thousand Dao Sen Luo and the Four Wonders of the Huntian. I also met the love of my life and gave birth to two children."

Xiao Sanxiao said this, sighed, and his eyes were full of regret.

"At that time, I was arrogant and thought I was the best in the world. I deduced that China would face a great catastrophe in the future. I was only concerned with traveling around the world and looking for solutions. I ignored these two people, which led to them harboring resentment and secretly refining the Ten Thousand Dao Sen Luo and the Four Wonders of the Huntian."

"Wuming, you don't know that I didn't have enough foundation at that time, and I was eager for quick success, so the martial arts I created had huge flaws. Although these two martial arts are powerful, they can change a person's mind, and sooner or later they will become a demon that brings disaster to the world."

Wu Gong was stunned, looked at Xiao San and said, "Senior, you care about the people of the world. You practiced two unique skills at the same time, why are you fine?"

Xiao Sanxiao continued, "This is another matter. Let's not talk about the Monk Emperor and the Mirror of the Heart for now."

"When I learned that the two had learned the martial arts, I was furious. In order to prevent the two rebellious sons from falling deeper and deeper, I abolished their martial arts. However, I didn't expect that the two were already deeply possessed by the devil. In addition, they were already dissatisfied with me. As a result, their martial arts increased greatly after retraining. They kept hiding in the dark and opposing me."

On the cliff facing the sea, Xiao Sanxiao and Wuming were talking about past events hidden in time.

While in the Temple of War God, Wu Gong was using the Kunlun Mirror to reflect Xiao Sanxiao. Hearing the conversation between the two coming from inside, he couldn't help but look weird.

Speaking of which, Xiao Sanxiao had been working hard for the great catastrophe of the millennium, but he didn't know that this great catastrophe was caused by his two sons.

The father neglected his son as he wandered the world in order to bring about the great catastrophe. When the son grew up, he personally started the catastrophe to avenge his father.

"What a great family ethics drama."

After shaking his head, Wu Gong took a step forward and arrived in front of the thatched cottage.

(End of this chapter)