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Hu Xiuwu told Liu Kunsheng and Deng Youfu all the clues about Wang and Wei that he had heard from Liao Zhong.
This kind of thing is a secret, but it is not top secret information. The leaders of all regions of the world know about it, and even some strange people know about the existence of Nasen Island. People who have committed crimes or want to escape from the world will go there and never leave the island again.
"I never thought that the sacred tree still exists."
The first time Deng Youfu heard that the king of the forest kingdom had been passed down, his face was full of amazement. Even the history was changed by this group of people. He thought the sacred tree was also destroyed.
After being surprised, Deng Youfu was delighted: "Wait, what's the meaning? As long as we find King Nathan, we can get the method for the Forest Kingdom to build such a forbidden forest."
"It's about the inheritance of our lineage. If they are willing to share, then even if our shaman lineage owes them a favor, we will repay it even if we have to sell everything we have. But if they are determined not to communicate with us, then..."
Liu Kunsheng looked evil, ferocious and fierce, like a demon.
"Even if it's immoral, we have to do it."
Mr. Liu's evil spirit is still so strong.
Deng Youfu, who was born in a peaceful era, was not used to Liu Kunsheng's violent style of wanting to see blood. He was somewhat resistant to it and hurriedly tried to persuade Uncle Liu:
"Not really, not really. Fairyland is not at the point of life and death yet. There is no need to fight with Nathan Island for this. Everything can be discussed. Using violence is the lowest form of means."
"What if they refuse to compromise and are determined to perish together?"
Hu Xiuwu also chimed in: "That's right, I don't have any nautical charts to Nason Island, but I know there are many in China."
"And Nasen Island is now considered the world's prison. If Nadutong knew that you wanted to cause trouble on Nasen Island, Nadutong would definitely not agree."
"Besides, things may not have developed to this point. The inner scene has been affected, but the mortal world has also changed."
Hu Xiuwu asked in return,
"Hasn't Master Liu noticed that the spiritual energy has been increasing in recent years?"
After the two people's persuasion, Liu Kunsheng's tone slowed down: "I naturally felt it, but that little spiritual energy is just a drop in the bucket. It is not enough for the immortals to live a normal life, nor is it enough to support the immortals to stay here."
"But what if this situation will continue for more than a thousand years?"
Liu Kunsheng disagreed and said casually: "The spiritual energy has only decreased over the past thousand years, so how can it take that long to increase?"
Hu Xiuwu smiled slightly: "But now the situation has changed."
"You forgot, you know, the Snake God is dead, the god who snatched spiritual energy from the world is dead!"
As soon as the words fell, Liu Kunsheng reacted.
Yes, the situation in the world has indeed changed, and it has changed drastically. Now that the snake god that devoured the world is dead, the spiritual energy will certainly revive. Not only will it revive, it may even return to the level of ancient times.
The skinless python transformed by King Xian has the power to devour everything and turn the vast ocean into mulberry fields. The incarnation of the snake god it imitates will only be a hundred times stronger than him.
But the aliens at that time could even kill the incarnation of the snake god on the top of Kunlun Mountain, which shows their strength.
Thinking of this, Liu Kunsheng was so excited that his emotions even surged out of Deng Youfu's body, transforming into a black python with red pupils, filling the sky above the wooden house.
As soon as Liu Kunsheng appeared, Hu Xiuwu felt the temperature in the wooden house drop suddenly. Yaya whimpered and hid in her little nest, burying her head under her body, leaving only a trembling fat butt exposed.
Even Hagrid, who was drunk and thick-skinned on the bed, shivered in his sleep, smacked his lips, closed his eyes and groped for the quilt on the bed. He touched the dirty quilt, pulled himself into the quilt, let out a satisfied cry, turned over and continued to sleep.
Don't be fooled by its gray and inconspicuous appearance. It is made by Hagrid using the down that sheds when the Hippogriff molts. It is warm, fluffy and very valuable.
Warcraft feathers are used as wand cores in wand shops, but here Hagrid uses them to make quilts.
Hu Xiuwu took a sip of hot tea and the temperature dropped suddenly. It was just the pressure that Liu Kunsheng's demon body gave to living beings, not a real drop in temperature.
Liu Kunsheng was a little out of control: "It doesn't take more than a thousand years. As long as it can maintain the current level for another fifty years, I can separate the fairyland from the inner scene and fix it in Changbai Mountain."
"Build Changbai Mountain into a paradise."
Maybe I can get my body back.
Once the excitement wore off, Liu Kunsheng found himself losing his composure in front of the two juniors. No expression could be seen on his snake face, but his heart was filled with shame.
"Hehe, this is indeed good news, but we can't relax because of this. We still need to study the Forbidden Forest and Nathan Island as a backup."
Deng Youfu stood up and saluted: "Yes, Youfu knows."
Liu Kunsheng's voice was emotionless: "Then you guys can chat slowly, I'm going back to the hall to rest."
The snake's body turned into a ball of black mist and quickly pounced on Deng Youfu, then returned to Deng Youfu's hall in a panic.
Hu Xiuwu and Deng Youfu smiled at each other but did not make fun of their elders.
Hu Xiuwu took the lead in opening a new topic: "By the way, since Brother Deng has been to the library, have you ever learned Western witchcraft?"
He still has curiosity and desire to explore Transfiguration.
"Witchcraft," Deng Youfu snorted coldly, "It's all nonsense. We can't learn it at all."
Hu Xiuwu asked curiously, "Why?"
"The witchcraft taught at Hogwarts is not acquired magic at all, it is innate ability!"
Chapter 234 Wizard
"Innate supernatural powers? How do you explain that?"
Hu Xiuwu asked in surprise. It was the first time he heard of this statement.
Deng Youfu talked about his own experience.
He went to the Hogwarts library to look up information. The Hogwarts students were reviewing the "Standard Book of Spells, Elementary" next to him. The wizardry that Britain was proud of was at his fingertips.
Dumbledore, the most famous wizard, is extremely famous throughout the Western world and is respected as the most powerful white wizard.
The point is not that he is the white wizard, but that he is the strongest. Even the Emerald Society, the actual management organization of the European alien world, treats him with courtesy and dares not underestimate him.
The cultivation method of such a powerful man is in front of you, and he also agreed to let you enter the library and tacitly agreed that you can read all the books in the library. Don't you really have no curiosity at all? Don't you have the slightest desire?
Perhaps people like Chen Duo and Feng Baobao can put aside distracting thoughts, but Deng Youfu obviously cannot achieve the state of calmness and indifference. In his spare time, he naturally read the magic textbook.
But the content of the book really confused him and overturned his understanding of spiritual practice.
Deng Youfu took out a magic wand and pointed it at the cake crumbs on the table: "Wingardium Leviosa!"
There was no problem with the wand, it was a local specialty that Deng Youfu bought at Ollivander's Wand Shop. He recited the spell very standardly and his wrist movements were meticulously carried out according to the contents of the book.
But. Even so, the cake crumb still ignored Deng Youfu and lay motionless on the table. His spells were not as effective as Hagrid's snoring, which at least made the cake crumb jump a few times.
"Did you see that? I cast the spell strictly according to the steps in the book, but no matter what I did, I couldn't feel what the book said, 'feel a force surging out of your body, lifting the object in front of you.'"
Hu Xiuwu stroked his chin and thought, "Nothing. The book only contains a spell and a posture? How should the Qi flow and which meridian should it go through? Does it need the assistance of the Yuan Shen?"
Deng Youfu put down the magic wand helplessly. In his hand, the magic wand could only be used as chopsticks. No, even if it was chopsticks, he needed two. It was not even as good as chopsticks:
"That's right. It's different from where we are. There's no such thing as the circulation of Qi, which meridians to pass through, or how to practice static and standing meditation."
"There are only spells and movements, and there is no mystery in them. If it weren't for the fact that all the students in Hogwarts have the same textbooks, I would have suspected that Dumbledore had framed me."
"And I can't do the same action, but other students can perform witchcraft. It's like some kind of innate supernatural power."
"This cannot be explained by the obstruction of knowledge and perception. There must be a mystery here that we don't know about."
Deng Youfu told Hu Xiuwu all about his experiences and encounters.
What kind of so-called witchcraft is this? It actually depends on the person! Only students of Hogwarts can perform it successfully. It is no wonder that Deng Youfu suspected that this so-called witchcraft was actually some kind of innate supernatural power.
"It's impossible that all students awaken the same innate superpower!"
Hu Xiuwu expressed doubts about this and felt that there was something else going on.
Deng Youfu didn't care about it and threw the wand back into his bag. "Whatever. I don't understand it anyway, and I can't use it. Uncle Liu's big nerves are enough to feed me for a lifetime. There is no need to learn their things."
Hu Xiuwu gained a lot from chatting with Deng Youfu for a long time. Looking up, he saw the moon rabbit rising in the west outside the house and stars hanging in the sky, but it was still late.
Hu Xiuwu stood up and said goodbye: "Brother Deng, I will leave first. We will talk again when we are free tomorrow."
"Alright, thank you for telling me this secret today. It also allows me to continue my research with peace of mind."
Hu Xiuwu was surprised and asked, "Brother Deng, do you want to continue your research?"
"Of course!" Deng Youfu said firmly, "How can we leave the future of the Northeast Immortals completely to fate? Do you think you will just ignore the rice in the field if you know there will be a good harvest next year?"
"The world will change, but I will not change. I will stick to my beliefs to the end."
Before, Hu Xiuwu was not sure that Liu Kunsheng would choose Deng Youfu as his disciple, but now he knew:
"Brother Deng, your arrogance of vowing to change the future and saying that no one else can do it but me really resembles that of Master Liu."
'snort,'
Hu Xiuwu didn’t know if it was his illusion, but he seemed to hear Liu Kunsheng’s humming with pride and satisfaction.
Old child, old child, a thousand-year-old man, is he even more arrogant like a child?
Come with excitement and leave with satisfaction.
After jumping out of the window, he naturally had to return the same way, but it was no longer the same window. Hu Xiuwu flew directly to the fifth floor where their guest room was located on the Three Corpses Needle.
Knowing that Zhang Lingyu was going to meditate and circulate Qi after he left, in order not to disturb him, Hu Xiuwu deliberately avoided his and Zhang Lingyu's room and prepared to enter through the lounge.
In the guest room lounge, Bi Youlong was still lecturing the people from Nadutong, while Zhang Zhiwei and Dumbledore were having a pleasant conversation and they hadn't even finished it yet.
Zhang Zhiwei suddenly looked up at the window.
Outside the window, there was a whistling sound of swords and roaring incessantly. Just by hearing the sound, one could sense the infinite murderous aura contained in it.
This is a magic school full of wizards wielding short sticks. There is only one person who can perform such swordsmanship.
Hu Xiuwu.
Not only Zhang Zhiwei, but Bi Youlong also reacted after a brief confusion and quickly came to the window. He wanted to know what had happened. Dumbledore had just assured him that Hogwarts was absolutely safe.
The next second, their people were attacked in Hogwarts?
Everyone came to the window.
In the night sky, there was a man wearing a golden chain mail armor with mountain patterns. Fiery flames burst out from between the mountain patterns, and blood flames emitting a fierce and tyrannical aura wrapped around his body and turned into a blood and fire cloak, and then gathered at his ink-black helmet, condensing into two sturdy blood-red phoenix wings.
If he hadn't been holding an ancient Tang sword in his hand, Bi Youlong would have really thought that this was Sun Wukong reappearing in the world.
The one confronting Hu Xiuwu was a wizard who looked quite old and had white hair and a cane.
It was obvious that this wizard was not someone to be trifled with. His face was covered with scars, and there was a long and narrow scar on his left eye. The eyeball and eyelid of his left eye had disappeared, replaced by an entire magic eye exposed. The magic eye was constantly moving, as if it was constantly monitoring everyone around it.
Although Hu Xiuwu's strength was beyond his expectations, he did not panic. He remained vigilant and cautious and responded to Hu Xiuwu calmly.
Under the influence of Hu Xiuwu's sword energy, which was as solid as a solid object, the Tang sword, which was as slender as a seedling, turned into a heavy and fierce horse-slaying long sword, which fell from the sky and suddenly slashed towards the old wizard below.