Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"Young people nowadays are still not very good at turning their heads."

"Very stupid."

The old man guarding the mountain spit out wisps of smoke, raised his head with some melancholy, looked at the waning moon in the sky, and said softly.

Sun Yingxiong nodded in agreement.

Seeing Sun Yingxiong's actions, the old man Shoushan seemed to have thought of something, and his expression suddenly became weird: "You were like this back then, I said Sun Xiao..."

Before he finished speaking, Sun Yingxiong looked at him with a smile.

His eyes were narrowed, but the surrounding energy was constantly surging, and the old man who guarded the mountain couldn't even speak again.

"My name is Sun Yingxiong."

"Well, the household registration book and ID card are all in this name."

"What do you mean about Sun Xiao? Does it have anything to do with me?"

Sun Yingxiong spoke softly.

The old man who guarded the mountain silently shook his head without saying a word.

Of course, I couldn't say anything if I wanted to.

Sun Yingxiong picked up the cigarette in his hand and took another puff. The energy around him dissipated.

"As you get older, you need to look good."

"When someone called your name back then, why didn't I see your reaction?"

"Is it embarrassing?"

The old man guarding the mountain said with a sneer, he stopped looking at Sun Yingxiong, but leaned against an ancient tree behind him, stretched leisurely, looked at the waning moon in the sky, and was a little lost in thought, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Really not?"

Sun Yingxiong shook the demon core belonging to the dragon python in his hand, and asked doubtfully.

The old man who guarded the mountain shook his head without hesitation: "Back then, I beat you at the same level. It didn't make any sense and you were so sleepy. I'm not as good as you."

When he said these words, the old man Shoushan looked proud, as if he had already imagined something in his mind, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Sun Yingxiong's face darkened instantly, and he directly threw the demon core in his hand on him.

"You are willing to give it to you as an old man?"

"Don't you just want to save some money, don't you want to use it?"

"I was hypocritical back then, and even more hypocritical when I get old. Are you ashamed?"

"This is what I earned hard. I haven't said anything yet, but you're pretending to be deep here?"

"It's really beautiful to think of a pure-blooded beast!"

"If it weren't for Chu Yu's guarding the Zhenyao Pass, the Yaoyu might choose this deep mountain as a breakthrough point. Would you be willing to give it to you as an old man?"

"Fuck!"

Sun Yingxiong said cursingly, his face was full of distress.

The old man Shoushan did not refute this time, but held the demon core in his hand that was constantly emitting tyrannical energy, and was a little silent.

After a long time, the old man who guarded the mountain spoke again in a hoarse voice: "It is stated in the contract that the Yaoyu cannot pass from here on."

"Heh, do you feel that under the current situation, Yaoyu will still be ashamed?"

"Don't fight from here, go to Zhenyao Pass?"

"They didn't dare to figure out Yu's ability."

"These guys are far more afraid of death than us."

Sun Yingxiong took a sharp puff of his cigarette, coughed twice, and finally snuffed out the cigarette butt that had burned to the cotton.

"So there must still be a Bajue."

"Within one year, with Yaoyu's current level, even if you want to organize another wave of troops, it will be difficult to attack."

"Unless it is transferred."

"But with the nature of various forces and tribes, who is willing to wipe the ass of Yingjian Mountain?"

"So with Bajue like you, guarding the mountain is enough."

"Just make some noise."

Sun Yingxiong explained a few more sentences.

The old man guarding the mountain was thoughtful, his gaze stayed on the demon core in his hand, and after a long time he sighed helplessly: "After all, I still haven't escaped this fate."

"Eight senses..."

"My road to promotion is not perfect."

The old man who guarded the mountain looked a little lonely, and his tone of voice was full of vicissitudes. Finally, he took a deep breath, and under the moonlight, he suddenly clenched the demon core in his hand.

Seeing this scene, Sun Yingxiong couldn't help but sneered: "Isn't your road to advancement already imperfect after one awakening?"

"A...a reckless man who beats people with a staff?"

"Still, well, let me think about it..."

"barbarian?"

Sun Yingxiong's tone was full of sarcasm: "We are so familiar with each other, there is no need to act for me."

"I'm afraid I'm already happy?"

"I still want to get some other benefits from this old man, what do you want?"

"If I can be fooled by you, you will be the one who takes the position of the Pavilion Master of the Mo Pavilion."

While Sun Yingxiong was talking, he got up slowly, and patted the dust on his clothes casually: "You have guarded the mountain for so long, and you have already made a lot of money in exchange for an eighth-level demon core with the blood of a divine beast."

"I'll tell you another piece of good news, this mountain... two years later, you won't need to guard it."

Sun Yingxiong looked around, then bent down to pick up the pack of cigarettes on the ground, took out one and put it in his mouth, and then...

His eyes once again fell on the reserve youth in the mountainous area.

Under the helpless eyes of the young man, Sun Yingxiong smiled and waved, dragged by energy, the young man stood in front of Sun Yingxiong again.

It's just that this time he was a lot more sensible, and summoned his awakened creature without saying a word.

Sun Yingxiong lit a cigarette.

Seeing this, the old man guarding the mountain hurriedly got up and came over, and they started a fire together.

Sun Yingxiong let out a puff of smoke leisurely, and then looked at the young man with contempt: "Are you stupid if you have a lighter and summon an awakened object?"

The youth was stunned.

Just looking at Sun Yingxiong so quietly, it took a long time before he couldn't help but said: "But you have snatched my lighter just now..."

Sun Yingxiong was at a loss for words.

He waved his hand with a little embarrassment on his face, and sent the young man back to the bottom of the mountain again.

"It's strange for you to say that you are old, but your memory is not good enough."

"I obviously took his fire..."

Sun Yingxiong subconsciously took out his pants pocket and took out a lighter.

Then...

It's not the young man just now.

Color, style, are not the same.

The atmosphere suddenly became more awkward.

"Ahem, let me just say, when I get older, my memory is always bad."

Sun Yingxiong ended the topic decisively.