Zhou's Martial Arts School.

Zhou Xingtong touched the stub of his broken right arm and fell into memories for a while.

The last era, to be precise, was thirty-eight years ago.

Those shocking changes were still in his mind, as clear as a projector.

The glorious and huge imperial power of Dayue defeated the powerful true blood of Dayuan, but now it has melted away like an avalanche.

"It's only been so long, and there's almost not much left to practice martial arts." Zhou Xingtong looked at the weapon rack on the side of the martial arts practice room with some loneliness.

Some of the weapons on it have begun to rust.

If no one learns and no one practices, naturally there is no one to maintain it.

He worked hard to maintain it in the first few years, but now he is tired.

"Let's drink." Zhou Xingtong recalled his high-spirited days and poured the wine from the gourd into his mouth.

"Lao Zhou." The door was pushed open, and a white-haired old Taoist wearing an old Taoist robe walked in slowly.

As soon as he came in, he saw his friend drinking heavily with a gourd in his hand. His face darkened.

"You old boy, you started drinking alcohol just after your health got better, and you are dying?"

He snatched the wine gourd from Zhou Xingtong's hand and started to take a sip himself.

"It's better for me to help you share your pain."

Zhou Xingtong was not worried. He was seriously ill a few days ago and almost died. If the old Taoist hadn't brought his apprentice to visit him, he might have died silently in the martial arts hall.

"Isn't there really nothing to do?" He smiled, "I went to put up flyers before, and some young people asked me about it. When they heard that I was learning martial arts, they shook their heads and walked away."

The old man was silent for a moment.

"This is how the world is. Learn martial arts? No matter how strong you are in martial arts, you can't beat a shot. Young people with a little ambition have gone to join the army. There are constant wars in the country. In addition to being a soldier, you can have a stable source of income and you can not be bullied. What else?

The industry is suffering.”

"Be a soldier?" Zhou Xingtong smiled. Is that a good job?

He looked at the deserted martial arts hall. There were even spider webs in the corners. A pale white spider was slowly entangling a stuck flying mosquito bit by bit.

Times are changing, and martial arts can no longer protect one's own safety.

Even the bandits and robbers in the wild have firearms.

No matter how good you are in martial arts, there is nothing you can do if you encounter several guns pointing at you.

Zhou Xingtong thought again of the several apprentices he taught before.

A total of four people, three men and one woman, were all killed by firearms.

Nowadays, he is also discouraged and can barely survive by relying on the little gold, silver and jewelry he had hidden when he was young.

When everything in a person's life is completely defeated, and without a pillar of support, he can only numb himself with alcohol.

"Drink less." The old Taoist also thought of this and sighed.

Taking the wine, he stood up and walked out the door, and disappeared around the corner after a while.

Zhou Xingtong twitched the corner of his mouth and looked lazily at the slanting sunlight outside the door, feeling lost in thought for a moment.

I don't know how much time has passed.

suddenly.

"Excuse me, is Master Zhou Xingtongzhou here?"

A young voice drifted in from outside the door.

Zhou Xingtong responded lazily.

"Who is it? Come in."

Soon, a sunny-looking young man walked in quickly. He was wearing a separate upper and lower outfit, long sleeves and trousers, all brown, and the materials were neat and delicate, and he was quite particular.

When the man saw Zhou Xingtong, who was half lying on the chair, a hint of joy flashed across his face.

"Master Zhou, it's me, Xiao Ling."

The person who came was none other than Zhong Ling.

After he came out of the Marshal's Mansion, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the person he saw next to the Marshal was quite familiar.

So I went here, this former teacher, hoping to get a definite answer.

"Zhong Ling, I have nothing to teach you anymore. Why are you coming back?" Zhou Xingtong is one of Zhong Ling's martial arts teachers. He is responsible for teaching him practical fighting skills.

He knew that many of the martial arts he had learned had become just a showpiece because they lacked real blood and strength. So he simply taught Zhong Ling some basic mundane fighting and fighting skills.

In this way, it actually helped Zhong Ling a little.

"Master Zhou." Zhong Ling clasped his fists and saluted respectfully. "Once a teacher, always a teacher. You have taught me real things, so it's time for you to come and see me."

"Don't talk about these nonsense. If you have nothing to do, just give me some money for the drink." Zhou Xingtong waved his hands and ignored him.

"Master Zhou, I am here this time to ask you about the traces of the legendary True Blood Martial Arts. Can a person really achieve that kind of traces?"

Zhong Ling's voice lowered slightly, as if he was a little unsure and unbelievable.

"Huh?" Zhou Xingtong was stunned, and his eyes quickly became solemn. "What? What happened to you?"

"It's like this. I met a strange person in the Marshal's Mansion a few days ago." Zhong Ling carefully told what he had discovered one by one.

"It should just be similar in appearance. A few fighting masters can also develop that kind of body shape." Zhou Xingtong shook his head after hearing this.

In fact, he also knew about the existence of demons, but because of the demon purification team and the better order in Ningzhou City, the number of demons itself was also low.

So it has very little impact on the entire city.

This era is an era of rapid development of basic science and technology.

Although Otsuki is at a standstill in all aspects due to the warlords' fighting, this is not the case in foreign countries.

Not to mention countries like Seracla that are mired in civil war, there are individuals in other countries that are developing extremely fast.

In fact, demons with low levels of strength are also afraid of firearms.

Even a demon in disguise will be injured if it is hit by a firearm from the front.

Even the big monster has to temporarily avoid the cannon when faced with it.

Humanity's strength is increasing rapidly.

Whether it is martial arts or demons from the outside world, they are being gradually suppressed.

The current situation where Otsuki's comprehensive development is stagnant actually indicates to a large extent that the big demons are joining forces to suppress it.

Therefore, Zhou Xingtong has always refused to comment on the demon.

In his opinion, these guys, just like True Blood and True Strength, will be completely eliminated sooner or later.

It's just that True Blood and True Strength are released earlier.

Therefore, he disagreed with Zhong Ling's statement and was not interested.

In desperation, Zhong Ling came out of the martial arts gym, still a little confused.

He kept thinking about the scene when he saw Wei He before. Not to mention the outline of the other person's body, especially his eyes.

He was sure that he saw it correctly. At a certain moment, the other party's eyes suddenly flashed a strange dark red.

It was a very strange feeling, but it didn't feel as weird as when facing monsters and monsters.

"Could he be the master of the legendary Yue Hao Demon Purification Team!?" Zhong Ling's heart became hot.

He has always wanted to find a real master to guide him in learning martial arts. Now that he has finally met one, he doesn't want to let him go no matter what.

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Time passes slowly.

After Wei He entered the Marshal's Mansion, he asked Chen Youguang to set aside a courtyard for him specifically to conduct research on demon factors.

He continues to gather and capture demons through the name of the Nine Demons Association.

What made him a little disappointed was that the number of demons was a bit too small.

He just caught more than 30 of them, and they were nowhere to be found in Ningzhou City.

In Ningzhou City, which has a population of hundreds of thousands, there are only fifty or sixty demons in total.

As for the transformed demons, there were only Lu Jiu and that little girl demon.

The rest are the remaining leaders of the Nine Demons Association.

This is the number of demons.

Judging from Chen Youguang's statistics, compared to demons, it is ghosts and ghosts that really occupy the combat power of the Demon Purification Team.
To be continued...