Chapter 7979 Ordinary people for everything mediocre and terrible...

A few months ago, "Tianyan" training school.

"Brother Du." Zhang Xuan smiled and saluted.

Du Yihe didn't put down the inspection bag in his hand, but raised his lips to her and nodded: "Zi'an."

Zi'an is Zhang Xuan's pen name.

Zhang Xuan, wearing gloves, also joined the team to search for evidence. She whispered, "Where is Yue Jingting?"

Du Yihe recalled the glaring blood on the ground: "He has been taken back to Lingzhuan Academy. I heard that there is nothing serious."

"That's good." Tiger Girl wagged her tail happily. More than ten years would not leave any traces on the demon race. She seemed to be the high-spirited exchange student who had just entered Longyuan Academy.

But there was still something different. Du Yihe pretended to be indifferent and glanced at the uniform that marked her identity as the deputy director of the Soul Protection Department.

If you ask who is the most outstanding among their generation, some will answer that it is Master Qiu's direct disciple, Yue Jingting, who has the highest talent; some will say that it is the contemporary Master of Yuxu Sword Pavilion, Zuo Langning, who has the strongest combat power; some will say that it is of course Yan Yian, who has made great achievements in the field of science and technology.

Of the five old friends, only he and Zhang Xuan were not included.

Of course Tigress doesn't care at all. Her time is not on the same frequency as humans, and she still has a lot of time to grow.

And what about Du Yihe? He is a mortal who has entered the world of geniuses in a daze. He is a passerby who is lightly mentioned and briefly mentioned in the chapter "Life in the Academy" when future generations write biographies of Xiaoyan, the president of Tiangong Technology, or Yue Jingting, the youngest dean of Lingzhuan Academy in history.

"I read the relevant files before I came here, and it's really exaggerated." Zhang Xuan whispered to him, and the indignant tone was no different from that of the freshman in the academy who aspired to be a hero.

"Yes." Du Yihe put the book "Common Sense of Cultivation" into his bag, looked up at the slogan on the wall that read "One sword cuts the mountains and seas, one thought determines the fate of the world", and sighed: "They are all ignorant children, and they are easily led astray."

He became arrogant just after cultivating some internal strength. He really thought that the value of a person should be calculated based on the weighted value of his cultivation and combat power. He thought that the strong should be respected in this world and killing the weak was no different from killing a chicken. He took other people's lives so lightly.

Zhang, a classmate from the academy and now Deputy Director of the Soul Protection Division, turned his head to look at Du Yihe and casually mentioned the old things: "I remember that you also grew up as an ordinary person, and accidentally enrolled in Longyuan Academy to start practicing."

"What did you think when you first came into contact with the world of cultivation, Brother Du?"

September 14, the first year of the spiritual recovery, Jinwuyuan Study.

Bai Xian was still leaning on the chair playing with his phone. When he saw Ning Changkong close his computer, he casually said, "This year's Mid-Autumn Festival falls on the National Day holiday."

"Why do you care about this? The demon tribe doesn't have a holiday during the seven-day National Day." Ning Changkong stood up with the help of the desk and stretched.

Bai Xian stuffed his phone into his wide sleeves and said, "I was just checking when the Yuxu Sword Pavilion sect competition would be held, and I took a look at the calendar."

"When?" Ning Changkong turned to look at him.

"It seems to be next weekend." Bai Xian followed Feng Huang, "Are you going out later?"

"Well, let's go back to Penglai and see Xuanwu." Ning Changkong's eyes were gloomy.

Appeared on September 14, the first year of the Reiki Recovery.

Du Yihe stared at the abandoned warehouse factory in front of him and took a deep breath.

Behind him, his teammates were waiting in formation.

This was the only place in the area they were searching that was most likely to contain an array node.

Du Yihe tightly grasped the sword in his hand and became distracted for no reason.

The enemy to face is Li Bo, he thought.

When Du Yihe first entered Longyuan Academy, the name Li Bo was still the same as Chi Zhaoming, a young genius with unlimited fame.

Du Yihe, an ordinary person who accidentally entered the world of cultivation, once aspired to become a genius.

Du Yihe took a deep breath and suppressed the tension in his heart.

“Let’s move!”

September 14th, the first year of the Reiki revival, at the foot of Penglai Mountain, Penglai.

"How much do you know about Xuanwu?" Ning Changkong asked without turning his head as he walked down the stairs.

Bai Xian followed closely behind him: "He carried Penglai Mountain on his back after I fell asleep. I didn't see it with my own eyes. But I did hear about the dispute between him and his master."

Ning Changkong: "What is the content of the dispute?"

Bai Xian shook his head: "I don't know."

Ning Changkong pondered for a while. For a moment, only the sound of footsteps could be heard in the empty mountain.

He then asked:

"Have you heard anything about the master he once served?"

September 14, the first year of the Reiki Recovery, appeared in the abandoned warehouse factory.

The good news is that this is indeed the base of the "Li".

The bad news is... Du Yihe gritted his teeth and pierced the assassin's chest with his long sword.

The bad news is that as the advance investigation team, they were supposed to stay on the spot after discovering any signs of "Li", waiting for the Alien Bureau to send its main force before taking action. However, they accidentally triggered the mechanism and got involved in a fight with Li Bo's assassins.

"Hold on! The backup will be here soon!" Du Yihe shouted loudly after blocking a sneak attack for his teammates.

Although the signal here has been cut off by Li Bo and the communicator cannot contact the outside world, the distress call function specially prepared by the foreign office for the communicator is still there, and a support team should arrive soon.

What should he do next? Should he drag the enemy into a war of attrition, or get away as soon as possible? Du Yihe instinctively observed the surrounding environment, his blood-stained soles rubbing against the uneven ground, and kicked the fallen waist badge with the inscription "Li" to the side.

The badge seemed to hit something and his eyes were drawn to it.

The dim warehouse had been abandoned long ago, but there were piles of unidentified objects covered with sackcloth. Du Yihe concentrated his mind, feeling the flow of spiritual energy in the air.

Under the linen cloth are piles of spiritual stones.

If Ning Changkong were here, he would probably curse inwardly:

The spirit stone preparation formation in that remote mining vein had to continue operating even after the Qianshi Bank was closed. It turned out that the purpose was to transport the spirit stones here continuously!

Although Du Yihe didn't know about this, he also knew what the purpose of a formation cultivator collecting spirit stones would be.

He turned his head sharply and looked towards the center of the warehouse.

The spiritual power generated by the collision between the two groups flickered and illuminated the formation patterns engraved on the floor and the figure standing in the center of the formation.

Li Bo seemed to be completely oblivious to the fierce fight going on beside him, and he carefully placed the long object wrapped in white cloth in the center of the formation.

Du Yihe endured the attacks from the assassins, poured his spiritual power into his sword, and tried in vain to destroy the formation runes under his feet by slashing and using sword energy.

He shouted loudly: "Li Bo is about to start the formation, stop him!"

The word "Li" on the waist plaque on the ground was shining with spiritual light. At this critical moment, a strange question suddenly popped up in Du Yihe's mind:

Why is this organization called "Lei"...?

September 14th, the first year of the Reiki revival, Penglai, Penglai Mountain.

As for Li's purpose, the existing clues are neither too much nor too little.

An ancient halberd of unknown origin, the character for "worm" in oracle bone script, various ancient weapons illegally traded, and the "honorable master" mentioned by Li Bo...

And a clue that was right in front of him but he almost ignored it.

Xuanwu had obviously noticed the arrival of the visitors and had already transformed into a human form to wait for them. He greeted them with a smile: "Little Phoenix, and Bai Xian."

He even looked Ning Changkong up and down like a kind elder and said with concern: "You've lost weight again. Do you eat well?"

Ning Changkong had no intention of greeting him. He just squatted down coldly and indicated that he would check the sealing spell in Xuanwu's mind as he did before.

Xuanwu still let him probe his spiritual power into his sea of ​​consciousness, watching the Phoenix carefully investigate. The mythical beast that survived from the mythical era was silent for a moment, and slowly said: "Is the past really so important?"

Still can't solve it, what kind of curse is this under Feng Qingwu? Ning Changkong frowned and put down his hand, and finally tried to ask: "On the night of the Lantern Festival, the person who came to see you——"

Xuanwu interrupted him directly and said with a wry smile: "I can't say anything even if I want to, kid."

"I haven't finished yet." Phoenix looked calm.

"What I want to ask is: Is the person who came to you that night, the one who brought evil spirits, related to Chi You?"

Chi You, one of the three ancestors of the Chinese nation, is a legendary god of war. The character "Chi" in his name is a worm in oracle bone script.

There are not many famous halberds in Chinese legends. The oldest one is one of the five weapons made by Chi You, the lord of war: the Yonghu Halberd.

"The Guanzi Dishu" says: "The Yonghu Mountain produces water, and metal follows it. Chiyou receives it and controls it, making it into the Yonghu halberd and the Rui spear."

Of course, these two clues alone are not enough reasons. Ning Changkong looked at the shaky expression on Xuanwu's face, and a big stone fell from his heart, but he couldn't relax.

The "Selected Works of Literature" notes: "When a turtle and a snake mate, it is called Xuanwu."

Xuanyuan is the same as "Tianyuan", which is the original totem of the Yellow Emperor's tribe. There are many different opinions about the animal that "Tianyuan" refers to. One of the explanations is that it is a deified giant turtle.

After the Tianyuan clan went south to conquer Chiyou, they accepted Chiyou's snake totem.

——The combined emblem of the Huangdi and Chiyou clans is the Xuanwu. [1]

The last link of the logical chain was filled in by Xuanwu's shaky performance, but Ning Changkong felt even more depressed.

Li Bo collected Chi You's five weapons and purchased a large amount of battle formation materials. What was he planning to do?

At this moment, the communicator on his waist suddenly rang.

September 14, the first year of the Reiki Recovery, appeared in the abandoned warehouse factory.

"The Chi guy likes to treat talents as consumables. It's really unbearable." Li Bo waved his sleeves nonchalantly to block Du Yihe's attack and concentrated on controlling the formation under his feet.

He seemed to be wondering from the bottom of his heart: "Is the life and death of mortals more important than improving the realm of cultivation and exploring the mysteries of the Great Dao?"

In his view, ordinary people can be protected and nurtured, but the purpose is just to breed more practitioners among them.

Unless they are poor and desperate, why would they sacrifice the lives of farmers to protect the cattle that plow the land? Similarly, why would a practitioner sacrifice his own life to protect ordinary people?

Despite his rapid breathing, every breath he took seemed like he was fighting a heavy burden. Du Yihe still couldn't help himself. With a hoarse and tired voice, he struggled to squeeze out two words from the corners of his blood-stained mouth:

"Dog...shit!"

In front of Li Bo, Du Yihe's body trembled slightly after exhausting his strength. He used the tip of his sword to barely support his body, preventing his heavy body from falling.

Life was suddenly abruptly split in two. When I pulled myself out of the bizarre adventures of the academy and opened the door to my home, it always felt so strange and like a different world.

But as long as my mother forces me to sit at the dining table again, eats a familiar home-cooked meal, and my father asks me about my career plans with a cold sweat again, and I rack my brains to come up with reasons, then all this ordinary stuff will come alive again.

After the spiritual energy was revived, the boundary between the two worlds became unprecedentedly blurred. Du Yihe was finally able to admit that he worked in a different department. He changed from being the "uncle policeman" in the mouths of the children of his relatives to being the "uncle policeman".

Uh, "Practitioner Police Uncle".

Du Yihe was undoubtedly delighted, delighted that he could finally tell his family the truth:

"Yes, the friend I brought home before, the one with long hair and a plaid shirt. He's actually not an engineer...nor an artist! Mom, don't judge a person by his appearance!"

"He studies formations. Let me show you the official website of Lingzhuan Academy... Yes, that guy, Xiaoyue. He was my roommate when I was studying at Longyuan Academy. He's amazing. Let me tell you..."

But at the same time, Du Yihe couldn't help but feel nervous. No, it wasn't because he was almost 30 years old and his mother still asked him to perform sword dancing in front of relatives and friends, which made him, who only knew how to fight with a sword, ask Zuo Langning for sword dancing tutorials overnight.

Rather, it is because the originally divided lives have been clumsily sewn together again, and the monsters that were originally hidden in the shadows have revealed their claws to the mortals in the sun.

"These talismans are gifts from Xiao Yue that I asked to pass on to you two elders. They don't cost much! They are just a token of Xiao Yue's appreciation!"

"This is a talisman to ward off evil spirits. Put it under your pillow when you sleep. This is a talisman that explodes when you throw it out. Carry it with you when you go out. If you see any strange people following you, just grab a handful and throw them at them!"

"I downloaded an app on my dad's phone, called 'Skynet'. Before you go out, just click on the 'Nearby' button and take a look. If there is a red combat mission within a kilometer, don't go out..."

Du Yihe's eyes were blurred by the blood splashing in the battle, and his vision became hazy. The spiritual power flowed through the aching meridians, trying to inject it into the sword again.

Director Chi said that Du Yihe had good talent, but unfortunately the Yichu Bureau could not give him very good conditions.

Du Yihe didn't care about this. From the day he joined the Executive Department of the Alien Bureau, he knew that he wouldn't make much progress in his cultivation - the Alien Bureau was unable to provide spiritual stones and other cultivation resources, not to mention that his youth would be invested in fighting on the front line, leaving him no time for cultivation.

By the time he retired from his front-line position, he was already old, and coupled with the troubles of injuries and illnesses, his cultivation level probably stagnated.

But none of this mattered. Du Yihe's blood dripped down the sword onto the formation on the ground. His brain, dulled by blood loss, calculated the time that had been delayed and the chances of survival of his comrades lying on the ground.

Du Yihe raised his sword.

Zhang Xuan asked him what he thought when he first came into contact with the world of cultivation.

He said he didn't think about anything.

The world made up of aura is bizarre and colorful, and seems to be able to accommodate endless adventures. It is indeed very attractive, but what does it have to do with him?

What makes up Du Yihe is not the fantastic stories of flying and escaping the ground, but every sleepy class at school, every not-so-delicious meal he eats at home with his parents, every test paper he can't finish under the desk lamp, and every novel he reads while hiding under the quilt.

Ordinary, dull, day-to-day life. Troublesome, imperfect, and often contentious life.

A life made up of many ordinary people.

——A life that he needs to protect with his sword.

These are the things that make up Du Yihe, and Du Yihe only needs to fight for these things.

Screw his genius, screw his avenue, he doesn’t care.

For all the mediocrity and badness, Du Yihe raised his sword.

"Step over me!"

he shouted.

September 14, the first year of the Reiki Recovery, appeared in the abandoned warehouse factory.

Li Bo, standing in the center of the formation, looked at him with a sad and disgusted look.

"What a pity." Li Bo sighed and raised his hands.

The magic patterns on the floor lit up, illuminating the blood of the assassins and members of the Alien Bureau. The linen covering the things fell to the ground, and the piles of spirit stones underneath had already vaporized due to the rapid depletion of energy.

"Thank you for your blood," Li Bo said calmly, "I'm still worried about not having enough energy."

In many hidden locations within the city, piles of spirit stones were also vaporized. Powerful energies flowed like awakened dragons along the carefully arranged array patterns, converging towards the center of the array.

The huge energy was enough to shake the entire city. The roars caused by the energy flow came one after another, like thunder exploding continuously over the city, deafening.

The road surface began to shake violently, and pedestrians on the street panicked and fled in all directions. Indoor lights flickered violently, and cracks began to appear on the outer walls of some buildings.

But Du Yihe didn't notice these.

The abandoned warehouse that housed the array had collapsed under the huge energy impact. Du Yihe lay on his back in the ruins. The sharp tinnitus made him unable to pay attention to the crying and shouting in the distance.

All his attention was drawn to the huge dark structure looming in the sky.

Why is this organization called "Li"? For a long time, the explanation within the Foreign Affairs Bureau was that "the word 'Li' was taken from Li Bo's surname."

Perhaps in Li Bo's view, this was just a beautiful coincidence.

Maybe he would laugh and say, "I just happen to have the same last name as that gentleman."

At this time, Li Bo was standing on the ruins, looking happier than ever before.

He said, "Please bear witness to the coming of the Lord."

Chiyou and his eight brothers, including himself, made a total of nine people, all with the surname Li, known as the "Nine Li".

A dark red giant shadow slowly appeared in the sky, like a blood-stained painting, reflected in Du Yihe's eyes. The storm of spiritual power raged around, and it seemed that even the sky felt the pressure of this power and gradually dimmed.

Demiplanes are like illusions, and can be attracted by magic weapons with similar aura.

Use the Yonghu Halberd, one of Chiyou's five weapons, to anchor the plane, and set up a town-level formation to provide pulling energy.

An invisible force swept over the city, and with a huge humming sound, it seemed as if the entire city was trembling, responding to this mysterious power. A strong wind swept in, like a giant hand stirring the air.

Under the dark sky, in the center of the storm, a door opened.

The long-exiled demiplane Jiuli has returned to the world.