chapter 9 The origin of wood

On the trestle, an old man wearing a straw hat crossed his legs and fished with his eyes closed. There was still a smile on his old face, not affected by the sudden change in weather.

The moonlight shone on the face of the honest young man. He looked up at the dark clouds gradually fading in the sky, took a deep breath, and quietly released his fisted hands.

"It seems that he has realized something."

The old man said calmly: "It's more than that."

The honest young man's eyes changed slightly, and he immediately asked: "You mean, he will complete his self-salvation, break through the peak of Yin and Yang realm, and step into the demigod realm in one fell swoop?!"

The old man sighed, opened his eyes, looked at the reflection of the moon on the sea, and said slowly: "He can defeat the inner demons that have restrained him for many years, but he must pay a heavy price."

"This is like a person who is imprisoned and longs for freedom. Once he finds a chance to escape, he will definitely do some extreme things."

The honest young man opened his mouth slightly and asked in a low voice: "How about I go take a look?"

He was afraid that in order to defeat the inner demon, that person would take a wrong approach, become murderous, and kill innocent lives for no reason in order to complete his own redemption.

It is not like he has never seen this kind of person who robs the lives of others and changes himself before.

At the moment when the honest young man turned around, the old man said calmly: "No need, that child is not a person who kills innocent people indiscriminately, but his heart is extremely fragile. After experiencing this, he will completely transform."

"You have to be careful." The old man raised his hat and turned to look at him with a mysterious smile on his face.

The honest young man met his gaze and laughed.

In the past, whenever the old man saw a potential stock, he would tell the honest young man to be careful. He had long been accustomed to such words and laughed them off.

Lin’s Baozi Shop in Wuzheng Town

A young woman wearing a beaded flower on her head, with skin as white as jade and her long black hair tied up high, sat beside the bed, with hot air slowly rising in front of her.

Maxwell squatted half-crouched, lowered his head, held the woman's ankle with one hand, and used the other hand to pick up the mild hot water in the tub and sprinkle it on the woman's instep.

Even though the woman was about the same age as Maxwell, this young woman was Maxwell's mother, Francis.

"Son, do you know the meaning of protecting the home and the country?"Francis asked, holding a hot water bottle in both hands.

Maxwell paused for a moment, without looking up, and then while washing her feet, he replied: "I understand what you mean. I just want you to live a good life for a few years."

Francis scolded sternly: "You don't understand! When your father named you Xiaojie, he wanted you to fulfill your filial piety first and then become a hero. But what are you doing?!"

"Mom, I..."Maxwell stopped what he was doing and slowly raised his head to look at his angry mother.

Francis stretched out her palm, stroked his head, and patiently enlightened: "Son, the fact that you can turn me, an old woman who has been suffering from a long-term illness, into what she is now, shows that you have the ability to protect this continent."

"My mother has lived for fifteen more years, and she is already content."

"You shouldn't waste time here with mother, use your best ability to protect this continent, not only for mother's wish, but also for your father's last words before his death."

Tick ​​tock! Tick ​​tock!

Maxwell burst into tears, and his tears fell in the wooden basin. Every time he washed his mother's feet, he always heard these words of defending the country.

"Son, my mother is illiterate and doesn't understand any big principles. She only knows how to do things to the best of her ability."

"After mother leaves, I will bury my mother next to your father's grave. When we get there, mother will be able to proudly tell your father that our son has a future and is much better than an old man like you."

Francis laughed as he spoke.

Maxwell pressed his forehead against Francis knees, hugged her legs tightly with both hands, and cried bitterly: "Mom, I will take you to see daddy early tomorrow morning."

"There's no need for tomorrow morning, we and I will leave tonight."Francis smiled with relief as she walked towards her death.

This was the first time that Maxwell had seen my mother so happy in all the years he had taken care of her. He nodded and said, "Okay, I'll take you away right now."

As soon as Maxwell finished speaking, a cold and biting voice came from the roof.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to leave."

Several broken tiles and pieces of earth fell from the roof. Immediately afterwards, a long sword pierced the beam of the room, and a man in black clothes wearing night clothes stood upside down with a long sword in his hand, with the sword pointed directly at Francis who was sitting beside the bed.

Maxwell hurriedly rolled up the mattress on the Tukang bed and draped it over Francis. He grabbed her arms with both hands and jumped violently, sending the two of them flying out.

The moment he was about to land, Maxwell slapped his palm on the ground. A wave of air lifted his body up, and his feet landed smoothly.

"Mom, are you okay?"Maxwell asked hurriedly.

Francis face turned pale, and she gasped for air. She covered her undulating chest with her hands. She was obviously frightened.

Before the sword of the man in black fell, the adobe kang was cut in half by the sword energy. The terrifying force forced the adobe kang to overturn and lean against the wall.

The foot-washing water in the wooden basin flew towards Maxwell. He stretched out one hand, and a vague earth wall quietly appeared, successfully blocking the foot-washing water.

As the stirred up dust gradually dissipated, the figure of the masked man in black was slowly revealed. The man in black made a fist with his left arm behind his back, and held a long sword of light and dark colors in his right hand. The hilt of the sword was tilted to his side. , one side of the sword is shining with gold, and the other side is dull.

The most terrifying thing is the sharp eyes of the man in black, which are extremely cold and devoid of any emotion, giving people a feeling of being repelled thousands of miles away.

Maxwell was no stranger to the man in black in front of him. This man was sitting on the roof every night with a sword in his arms, trying to snatch his treasure by force.

"It seems that you are not giving up."Maxwell said calmly.

The man in black looked coldly and said without emotion: "Hand over your things, otherwise you will never leave."

Maxwell met the gaze of the man in black and said sensibly: "You and I are both at the peak of the Yin and Yang realms. If we start a war regardless of life and death, I am afraid that dozens of miles around will be reduced to ruins. You have to think clearly."

The man in black narrowed his eyes, thought for a moment, and said coldly: "I said, as long as you hand over that thing, I won't make things difficult for you."

Maxwell looked up to the sky and laughed, and said in a deep voice: "The reason why I gave in was that I didn't want to involve those innocent people. Since you insist on fighting, I can only accompany you to the end."

"If you want the origin of wood, use your strength."

Maxwell fists glowed with golden light, level with his chest, and he looked prepared for the attack.

"If you want to fight me, then come on."

The man in black stepped lightly on the ground, rose into the air, held his sword high, and quickly flew out from the collapsed corner of the house.

Maxwell casually exchanged a few words with Francis, stepped on the locust tree in the courtyard, jumped into the bedroom, and followed the footsteps of the man in black.

The two of them dodged a few times and flew out of the town without knowing where they were going.

On the trestle, the honest young man stretched himself, leaned against the railing, yawned, and looked listless.

The old man held the fishing rod in his hand, quietly looked at a dead fish floating on the sea, and slowly shook his head.

The originally calm sea surface suddenly appeared ripples, and the railings on both sides of the trestle shook violently, as if they were about to collapse.

The honest young man stood up and stood beside the old man, looking at the flickering scene on the other side of the sea. He suddenly became full of energy and couldn't help but rub his hands.

"What? You want to join in the fun?" the old man said slowly, looking at the sea.

The honest young man squatted down, raised a finger in front of the old man, and said urgently: "Just watch for a while."

"What's there to watch? It's just two boys fighting. Just fight if you want. It scared my fish away. It's true." The old man patted his thigh and complained.

The honest young man's expression changed, he rolled up his sleeves and jumped off the pier. An illusory flying sword loomed on the sea, lying across the sea. He stepped on the flying sword and galloped away.

The sea surface was cut in half instantly, and huge waves tens of feet high rose. The honest young man used the flying sword to open up the road, without worrying about the danger of being submerged by the sea water.

"I'll go and persuade them to stop, that's okay." The honest young man's voice floated in the old man's ears.

"Go back quickly and bring back some game." The old man frowned slightly and said angrily.

Four sharp sword energy flew out and stood on the waves. The waves on both sides moved closer to the middle and seemed to merge together. The honest young man saw that the waves on both sides had overlapped and saw him driving the flying sword across the sea. , soaring straight into the sky, sprinkling thousands of water drops in the sky.

In the blink of an eye, it has disappeared into the horizon.

The moment the honest young man disappeared, the sea surface returned to calm, without a trace of fluctuation.

Somewhere, a man in black stood on a treetop, still clenching his left hand behind his back and holding a sword at his side in his right hand. The difference from before was that the clothes of the man in black were covered in dust.

On the other hand, Maxwell was standing on the ground gasping for breath. His clothes were full of marks cut by the sword, but no trace of blood could be seen flowing out.

"Without using the power of Ji Dao, it's impossible for you and me to determine the winner based on the confrontation between the gods."Maxwell wiped the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand and said calmly.

"What do you want to say?" The man in black said indifferently.

Maxwell smiled lightly and said nothing. A golden disk quietly appeared at his feet, rotating slightly. The pale golden light spread out like a firefly, covering his entire body.

"The power of the extreme, golden body! Heavenly Spirit Armor!"

After a moment, the light dissipated. Maxwell was wearing golden armor, a golden crown on his head, and two golden boots on his feet. The whole person looked divine, like a god descending to earth.

"Oh? Are you going to fight for it?" The man in black said coldly: "The power of the extreme - violent! The sun and the moon are coming!"

The man in black released the hilt of the sword, and the sword flew high into the sky. The golden part turned into a blazing sun, and the black part turned into a waning moon, hanging high.

The two stood on both sides of the long sword, leaving only the lone long sword hanging in the air. The man in black turned around, stepped on the long sword, crossed his arms, and his eyes were calm and composed.