Sorry, master, my junior sister has surrendered to the enemy!

Eight years ago, the old city lord rescued the villagers of Xiyu Village who were robbed on the outskirts of the city, and met the village chief of Xiyu Village. The two had like-minded friends and became sworn friends.

The two often meet in the city to have a drink and chat.

So when the heavy rain in Xiyu Village washed out the first spiritual vein, the village chief immediately shared the news with his friends.

Both of them are very happy. Spiritual veins can bring huge benefits, and they both want to do something big with it.

All this ended with a certain exploration of the spiritual vein, which was actually sealed by a restriction.

The people under his command accidentally touched the restriction, and suddenly the sky was filled with auspicious clouds, spiritual energy overflowed, and the spiritual beasts were restless.

Some are excited, some are anxious.

Some people say it is an auspicious sign, but such movement will definitely be remembered by those who are interested.

The old city lord did not dare to dig deeper for fear of causing a bigger disturbance, so he brought several rune masters with him and tried their best to repair the restriction.

That night, he argued with the village chief.

The city lord recalled this and couldn't help coughing.

"Ahem... Tell me, is that a good omen or a disaster..."

"What I can't bear is the disaster! I also have greed, but my ability cannot satisfy these greeds. Your village chief wants to seek protection immediately, so I compromised. My child, I agreed." The old city lord said this and endured it. He couldn't help but cough.

"I wanted the benefits within my capabilities and did not let more people know about the spiritual veins. I listened to your village chief and sought protection from Xuanxia Mountain. We can ask for protection at any time, and Xuanxia Mountain will send monks to protect us. We, I thought that was enough.”

"But I didn't expect that there were such vicious bandits outside the city. They massacred all the villages. They were attracted by the movement that happened that day. The leader led by them was a ninth-level spiritual king. They massacred the village with just a stick of incense. time……"

Fu Man interrupted him at this time: "Twelve years ago, the first time Shanmen received a request for protection from Qingcheng was to wipe out the bandits."

"It was that time." The old city lord returned to reality from his memories.

Eleven's tears were like a layer of mist, covering his pupils, and he said, "So it's really the bandits who did the evil, not the city lord who did it on purpose."

"Ahem, how could I do such a sinful thing? However, it is all due to my wavering greed and luck. After this incident, it is the common people who suffer. I cannot be forgiven... "

"There are still people alive in Xiyu Village. They escaped during the chaos and are now living in Qingcheng. Among them are many people who know about this matter..."

"Child, you can go and see them..." The old city lord's voice became smaller and smaller. He squeezed Zhao Guangchen's hand and repeatedly emphasized that he should remember what he had told him.

"Ahem, Seventh Elder, there is no need to waste your profound energy on me anymore. I'm afraid the time has come." He turned around and showed a tired smile to Fuman.

Fu Man then retracted his hand. The old city lord helped his son stand up and slowly walked towards Eleven. He took out the sword from his son's waist and handed it to Eleven.

"Child, I am guilty, you have hatred in your heart, I am going to die anyway, why not let you end me."

"Father!" Zhao Guangchen shouted anxiously.

"I have a wish before I die. I hope that after I die, I can become Qingcheng's shield. Please ask the Seventh Elder to help me turn into a spiritual tree so that I can continue to protect Qingcheng."

"Okay, I promise you." Fu Man agreed simply.

After saying that, he closed his eyes and waited for Eleven to make a move.

In an instant, half of the sharp blade was unsheathed, and the bright white section was pressed against the old city lord's neck. There was no scratch, but everyone held their breath.

"You said it yourself. After your death, you will be Qingcheng's shield and protect the people of Qingcheng and Xiyu Village. I won't kill you." Unexpectedly, Eleven stabilized his hand movements and said this.

"There is no need for any more cracks in the shields of Xiyu Village and Qingcheng."

With a clang, Eleven sheathed her sword.

Hearing these words, the old city lord said nothing, but slowly closed his eyes...

As Fu Man performed the seal, the old city lord's body turned into a tree trunk and combined with the banyan tree. The tree roots continued to extend in all directions, climbed up the city wall, covered the bricks and tiles, firmly fixed the city wall, and seemed to be wrapped outside the city wall. A thicker barrier.

The banyan tree continues to grow, expanding wildly toward the width with the trunk as the center. The lush branches and leaves soon form a huge shade, showing full of vitality...

It was as if the city lord was still alive and was a spiritual tree protecting the city.

……

The next day.

Ao Zhen came to the banyan tree alone.

After he woke up, Wang Sheng told him everything, and even talked nonsense, saying that all the limelight he had gained from using unicorn blood to show off his coolness was taken away by an inexplicable man in black. I kept asking him if he was angry.

He only felt the noise, so he walked out on his own.

It was already autumn, and a gust of wind blew by, bringing with it a few fallen leaves and a hint of coolness.

Ao Zheng took out the black iron sword from the storage ring.

No one has ever noticed that there is a word engraved on the hilt of the sword, written "Duan".

Twelve years ago, Xishazhou.

In a remote alley, a group of children gathered around. They were making noises and kicking the thin boy who was curled up on the ground.

"He is a monster. Look at the red spots on his hands, which look like blood. It's really scary..."

"What are you afraid of? He is an orphan. He has no parents. No one will care if you beat him..."

The boy could only protect his head. He had been malnourished for a long time and was still too thin to resist.

"It's so boring. Why didn't you respond? You're crying!" A child kicked him on the head. The pain was so painful that he almost fainted, but he still didn't groan. He only hoped that these people would be bored soon. leave.

At this time, there was a huge collision sound from the side, and a large sword was thrust straight into the ground, followed by an angry shout, which scared away all the children.

Little Ao Zhen kept protecting his head until someone patted him gently and told him that it was okay.

In this way, a warm-hearted and muscular big man took on the role of his bodyguard for that period of time.

Ao Zhen was severely malnourished and could barely stand up to his waist.

Maybe it's because he's too tall.

The big guy said that his surname was Duan and he came from the distant Dongxuan Prefecture.

"Dongxuanzhou, I heard that there are many monks there. Brother Duan, why don't you practice there and come to Xishazhou?"

Duan Baihan smiled and scratched his head: "Ahem, I have no talent for Xuan Qi cultivation. I heard that there are other cultivation paths in Xishazhou, so I chose to be a physical practitioner."

In those days, with a strong physique like Duan Bai by his side, no one dared to bully Ao Zheng.

Those were the happiest two years of his life.

"Eat more to grow your body and muscles." Duan Bai tore off the chicken legs and stuffed them into Ao Zhen's mouth, then raised the remaining whole roasted chicken and gnawed on it, as if he was the one suffering from malnutrition.

Then they ordered another one, and another one, and another one...

A long-bodied child and a muscular man over two meters tall ate up a store in three days.

If one family is exhausted, switch to another.

Ao Zheng gradually gained the health he deserved at his age.

Duan Bai taught him how to swing the sword every day, and the result was the black iron sword in his hand.

At first, Ao Zhen couldn't pick it up at all.

Gradually, he was able to move the sword, then lift it a little, until it was fully raised... He practiced chopping, slashing and other simple movements day after day.

"You learn very quickly. If you practice for a few more days, no one will be able to bully you, and I won't be able to protect you all the time." Duan Bai said.

"Brother Duan, are you leaving?" Ao Zhen put down his training and looked at Duan Bai sitting under the tree.

"Yes, I have to go back." Duan Bai stood up, patted his pants, and said, "I am the only monk in our village. I have to go back to protect everyone."

"I have been traveling for so long, and I have to go back to protect Xiyu Village."

Ao Zheng didn't say much. He knew that there would always be separation in life, and no matter how much he was reluctant to let go, he would keep it in his heart.

"Then, Brother Duan, when will you leave?"

"Two months later."

……

The night before Duan Bai left, he brought a bottle of wine, and Ao Zheng felt dizzy after a few sips.

It was Duan Bo who drank all the wine.

In a daze, he heard Duan Bai say: "I will lend you this sword and I will protect you. When you grow up and come to Dongxuanzhou to find me, I will ask you to return the sword to me..."

"No, you should wait until you become stronger and no longer need it, then give it back to me..."

……

Recalling this point, the black iron sword had been planted under the banyan tree by Ao Zheng, and the black black iron stood like a monument.

"Brother Duan, I am now a direct disciple of Xuanxia Mountain. I have become stronger and will become even stronger in the future..."

"The surviving villagers of Xiyu Village have all moved to Qingcheng. You said you would come back to protect Xiyu Village after all."

As he spoke, he opened a pot of wine and poured some on the ground.

"Now you can have a good rest. Leave the task of guarding to us in the future..."