chapter 17 Gwilym

When the last ray of sunshine disappeared under the horizon, Darko came back to his senses from his sadness. He sprinkled the pot of wine he brought in front of his master Castor's grave, then turned around and walked out of the cemetery. .

At this time, a faint white mist surged up from nowhere in the cemetery, making Darko feel a chill, and he subconsciously tightened his clothes.

The deceased is dead, what's the use of being sad anymore? The moment Darko walked out of the cemetery, his eyes became extremely determined, and then he stepped onto the gravel path in front of the cemetery without looking back, and strode away.

When Darko's slightly lonely figure disappeared on the path, with a creak, the wooden door of a hut next to the entrance to the cemetery was pushed open, and an old man walked out of the hut.

This old man is very old. All of his teeth seem to have fallen out. There are a few sparse white and slightly yellowish hairs on his head. His face is wrinkled like old tree bark, making him almost indistinguishable. The appearance comes.

The old man staggered into the cemetery. His eyes were cloudy and there was no sign of strength in his body, but his waist was straight. This is an extremely ordinary old man, and he is a dying old man.

The old man picked a bunch of white flowers around the cemetery, then walked through the graves and placed a bunch of flowers in front of each grave.

No matter the size of the tomb, no matter how prominent the person in the tomb was or whether he was an unknown person, the old man would always put a bouquet of flowers in front of the tomb without leaving any one behind.

When the old man only had the last bunch of flowers left in his hand, he stood in front of a new grave. He did not stop in front of any grave, but he stopped in front of the last new grave.

There is a low small tomb, a pile of loess, and an ordinary stone tablet erected in front of the loess. Five words are clearly written on the stone wall: Tomb of Castor. There is no signature, just five words.

The old man's cloudy eyes stayed on the tombstone for a long time. Finally, he seemed to sigh, and then with trembling hands, he inserted the bouquet of white flowers on the soil in front of the tombstone.

The old man turned around and walked out of the cemetery with hobbling steps, walked into the small hut next to the entrance of the cemetery, and then heard a creaking sound and closed the wooden door.

At this time, the smoke in the cemetery seemed to be getting thicker, and the tombs were looming in the fog, seeming real and illusory.

On the trail at the back of the mountain, a man stopped Darko. This person is a young man, wearing a long white gown.

When he saw this young man, Darko's eyes narrowed because he knew this young man and even more about his cultivation.

This is a boy who is hard to forget once you take one look at him. His black hair is casually draped over his shoulders, his face is as sharp as a knife, his eyebrows are long, and his eyes are as bright as stars. He is Gwilym, one of the few young masters among the younger generation of Taixuan Sect.

"I didn't quite believe it when I heard that you defeated Alexius Olson. Now it seems that it is true."Gwilym's words were very calm, and there was even a smile on the corner of his mouth.

However, Darko felt a strong pressure from Gwilym. This young master was very extraordinary. Just like the legend, he was the leader of the younger generation in the sect.

"What, are you going to stand up for the man named Wang?"Darko looked directly at Gwilym, his eyes as sharp as a knife. He was not afraid of the pressure the other party gave him. So what about the rare young master in the sect, he couldn't take advantage of him. How am I doing.

Gwilym smiled, his handsome face seemed very bright, and a compelling aura suddenly swept out of him, like a stormy sea, causing the grass and trees on both sides of the path to automatically move without wind.

"Your master has just passed away. I don't want to do anything with you, but you have to hand over Alexius Olson's talisman to me." Although Gwilym looked calm and calm, his aura was overwhelming.

When he did this, even though he couldn't say it, it was no different than taking action. Perhaps, he wanted to give Darko a blow and force Darko to surrender.

"Hmph! If the man named Wang wants to get that talisman back, then ask him to come and get it himself!"Darko's eyes flashed, and the flesh under his clothes began to tighten. He was like a cheetah looking for food, and he might be exposed at any time. rise.

Gwilym touched his chin and stared at Darko with great interest. His eyes flickered and he seemed to be smiling, but he didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, he said: "Okay, very good, I really have the guts!" After that, Gwilym turned around and left.

When Darko saw Gwilym leaving just like that, he couldn't help being surprised. He knew that Gwilym was actually a disciple of a cultivating family and seemed to have some friendship with Alexius Olson. Why did he let himself go so easily?

But one thing Darko is sure of is that he has offended Gwilym by refusing to hand over the talisman he snatched from Alexius Olson .

"One year from now will be the ten-year test period. Don't let me down then." At this time, Gwilym's words came from the front, and this voice seemed to ring in Darko's ears.

"The art of sound transmission?"Darko was startled, and at the same time he felt awe-inspiring. He immediately understood Gwilym's intention. Gwilym actually wanted to defeat him in front of all his fellow disciples.

The Taixuan Sect's ten-year grand test is also the time when the sect opens its doors to accept disciples. Those who place in the top ten in the grand test will receive rewards from the sect. Among the rewards, there is the elixir that helps the disciples condense the Tao elixir.

"Ning Yuan Dan? I am not cultivating Taoism, and I am not following the Taoist Nine-turn Golden Pill Road. This thing is useless to me, but... if you, Gwilym, want to take advantage of the big test, you can do it in front of all your fellow disciples. It's humiliating to me, but it's just a dream."Darko looked at the direction where Gwilym disappeared, his eyes bursting with light.

Darko knew very well that with the help of the Yin Yang Jade Pendant, his cultivation speed was ten times faster. If someone else practiced for one year, it would be equivalent to ten years for him.

In this way, within one year, his cultivation will be promoted from the Sixth Heaven to the Seventh Heaven, which is a sure thing. A martial cultivator who has awakened me to the seventh heaven has an obvious advantage over a cultivator who has also awakened me to the seventh heaven.

Warriors have powerful bodies, but Taoists do not. However, the combat skills of warriors are enough to compete with Taoism, or even more powerful than Taoism. Because combat skills are called combat skills, they are unique skills that have been refined over time in actual combat.

Compared with Taoism, combat skills are many times more lethal.

That Gwilym, his cultivation seems to be awakening me to the realm of the seventh heaven.

Thinking of this, a sneer appeared at the corner of Darko's mouth, and then he strode forward. He had buried his grief deeply in his heart. He wanted to turn his grief into strength and practice the ancient skills taught by his master to the extreme. Let all those who underestimate this skill be ashamed of their ignorance.

Soon, Darko's figure disappeared at the end of this gravel path.