Chapter 421 Xichuan Village

"They are all from the Ten Heavenly Families."

"Yes." Bei Ming Zhiyao nodded: "Admission depends not only on the talent and achievements in magic, but also on the background as a magician."

"The talent of a magician comes largely from genes. The descendants of outstanding magicians cannot be bad." Bei Ming Zhiyao said: "There are very few people who come from ordinary families but have outstanding magic talents. Since the emergence of magic, such people can be counted on two hands."

"So the entrance examination of the National Magic University seems to discriminate against those without backgrounds, but in fact it is the greatest fairness."

Su Yian nodded. The talents of magicians from the Ten Heavenly Families are definitely not bad. At least they all start as magicians.

Of course, magicians become stronger not only by talent, but also by their own hard work.

Like those termites in the Bei Ming family, they are so lazy because of their noble birth. Not only are their strengths low among the Ten Heavenly Families, but their character is also very bad. They can never become great.

I don't know how they became like this. Don't they have the dignity of being a member of the Bei Ming family?

People who are smarter than you work harder than you, so the Huangfu family took the lead and became a powerful magic family that is the leader of the Ten Families of Heaven.

"So if you want to enter the National Magic University, you must work twice as hard, although you are already good enough now." Bei Ming Zhiyao said with a smile.

"What is the entrance examination?"

"I will give you my review materials later, so you can have a general idea in your mind."

"Okay!"

At this time, Bei Ming Zhiyao's cell phone rang. It was Situ Yue who called and asked where she was. She said that she was bored after shopping and was hungry and wanted to eat.

"Three minutes of enthusiasm." Bei Ming Zhiyao smiled helplessly: "Then let's go too?"

"Okay."

...

Nearing dusk, the sky was slightly dark and the temperature plummeted. The temperature difference between day and night in the western part of Daqin was large, so after six o'clock, there were basically no people in the streets and alleys.

However, the service area on the Xichuan Pass was still bustling with people. In the lively atmosphere, it seemed that even the cold could not be felt.

Su Yian drove away from the service area with Su Yige and headed towards Xichuan Village.

I had just talked to Beiming Zhiyao, and Beiming Zhiyao was very considerate and gave the time to the brother and sister. Su Yige, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, had a happy smile on his face. Although he didn't go shopping with his brother during the day, it was not bad now.

Xichuan Village was named after Xichuan Pass, so it was not very far away, but the village was in the desert, and there was no road in front, behind, left, or right.

Fortunately, the performance of this business car was not bad, and we arrived at Xichuan Village safely.

After stopping the car, Su Yian and his sister got out of the car and looked at the village in front of them. They were a little surprised, because Xichuan Village was a little different from what they imagined.

Originally, they thought it was filled with wind and sand, and the roofs were all gray, but the first impression of Xichuan Village was clean.

Not only was it clean, but the houses were scattered and orderly. There was even a forest around the village, and the trees grew lushly, forming a clear contrast with the desert.

"This is... magic." Su Yige said softly.

Su Yian nodded, opened his elf eyes and looked over. The houses in the village were arranged in a strange order, like some kind of formation.

"Ahem, who are you?"

An old voice sounded behind him, and the next second, the lights at the entrance of the village lit up, illuminating the surrounding scenery.

Su Yian turned around and looked, a little surprised, because the old man who asked the question was the old man who told stories in Xichuanguan during the day.

The old man obviously didn't have Alzheimer's disease, and his eyes widened when he looked at Su Yian: "It's you."

"Are you from Xichuan Village?" Su Yian asked.

"Yes." The old man nodded: "I'm a gatekeeper."

After that, he first walked into the village, and Su Yian and Su Yige followed him.

Entering the village, following the old man to a house not far from the entrance of the village, I faintly heard the sound of conversation behind the door of the house.

The old man pushed open the door, and a loud voice sounded: "Old Eight, you are finally back. Where is the wine? Hurry up and bring it out!"

"Why are you in such a hurry?" The old man said slowly, looking at the three old men in the courtyard: "Guests are coming."

"Guests?" Three pairs of eyes were fixed on Su Yian and Su Yige, with different expressions.

"There are guests in our broken village? Tsk!" One of the old men smacked his lips: "It's rare."

"What a pretty girl." Another old man looked at Su Yige.

The old man in the middle looked at Su Yian and frowned slightly: "She has a lot of evil spirit."

The old man called Old Eight approached the stone table with the wine. After putting the wine on the table, he sat down immediately: "Did you see it? I saw it too. The boy has a lot of evil spirit. He doesn't look like a good person."

Su Yige frowned and was about to refute, but Su Yian reached out to stop her.

"Little kid, what are you doing in this village?" Lao Ba turned around and asked, "Are you looking for someone or asking questions?"

"Ask questions." Su Yian answered truthfully.

"What?"

"White Tiger Village." Su Yian said calmly.

He clearly saw that after he mentioned White Tiger Village, the four old men had different expressions, which made him sure that the four old men really knew something about White Tiger Village.

"Baihu Village..." The old man in the middle sighed: "Ten years ago, someone came here and asked the same thing as you. Do you know what happened to him later?"

"Dead?" Su Yian asked, speaking in this tone, the result would definitely be bad.

"Not dead." The old man looked at Su Yian: "But it can't be called alive."

"Vegetative state?"

"No." The old man on the left said: "He still has normal thinking, but he can never escape from his imprisonment."

Su Yian frowned: "The curse of Baihu Village?"

"It seems you know something." The old man in the middle looked at the brother and sister thoughtfully: "You were invited to Baihu Village, right?"

"You know?" Su Yian raised his eyebrows slightly. It's impossible for this old man to have the ability to read minds, right?

"Sure enough..." The four old men looked at each other, their expressions gradually becoming serious.

"You can't go to Baihu Village." The old man in the middle looked at the Su Yian brothers and sisters and said slowly: "The cursed people live there. The people there may be devils to you."

"The Murong family is also a wealthy family, how could it be a devil?" Su Yige asked.

"A wealthy family?" The old man on the right sneered: "Have you ever seen any wealthy family choose to establish a family in such a barren place?"

"They don't want to be here either, they just have no choice!"

Su Yige's expression was a little solemn when he heard this, but Su Yian could still remain calm. He looked at the four old people: "Actually, you are like this too."

The old man in the middle narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Su Yian: "What do you mean by this?"

"Xichuan Village..." Su Yian turned to look forward, his sight seemed to penetrate the walls: "There are eighty-one houses in total, but there are only forty-nine villagers, and they are all old people like you. "

The four old men looked at the pure light in Su Yian's eyes. Their expressions suddenly changed, and they stood up involuntarily: "Your eyes, you..."

What they felt at this moment was supreme energy that could not be blasphemed.

One after another figures appeared around the house, and an old man standing on the wall stared at Su Yian with different expressions.

"You don't want to be here, but you have no choice." Su Yian's eyes returned to normal, and he looked at the old man in the middle: "Strategic magician, you are the head of Xichuan Village, right?"

"In the history of the Great Qin Divine Sword, some people did not die in battle or retire, but they disappeared inexplicably and were nowhere to be found."

"As time goes by, people who disappear are forgotten. No one remembers them, so their whereabouts are ignored."

"Who are you?" The village chief of Xichuan Village stared at Su Yian with sharp eyes, and the aura on his body made Su Yian feel friendly.

The unique aura of the members of the Great Qin Divine Sword.

Only those who came out of the Great Qin Divine Sword Preparatory Camp can have such momentum.

"Me..." Su Yian smiled: "The twentieth sword holder of the Great Qin Divine Sword."

"Lord of Destruction..." Lao Ba looked at Su Yian and suddenly realized: "No wonder the evil aura on his body is so heavy."

"Village Chief, I am a member of my family." The old man on the left breathed a sigh of relief, and then said to the village chief with a smile.

The village chief looked at Su Yian: "I heard you retired?"

"Yes, otherwise I would say that I am the current sword holder." Su Yian said lightly: "By the way, this village is actually a formation, right?"

The village chief nodded, sat back on the stone bench and sighed softly: "There are not many guests here, but your status is the first one."

"I heard Liang Chao mention it, so I came here to take a look. The harvest is indeed not small."

"Liang Chao? That kid doesn't keep his word." The old man on the right snorted coldly.

"I think you misunderstood." Su Yian said: "He didn't tell me your identities, he just told me that you might know some relevant information about Baihu Village."

"I came here mainly for information about Baihu Village."

The village chief poured himself a glass of wine: "My name is Wang Wei, and I am the chief of Xichuan Village."

"Wang Wei..." Su Yian's eyes flashed: "He was the captain of the Ziwei Guard."

"Yes." Wang Wei drank all the wine: "It happened more than 20 years ago, and I am happy that you can still remember my name."

"There are still people who haven't forgotten us."

clang!

Wang Wei placed the wine glass on the stone table, then slowly stood up and saluted Su Yian with a military salute: "Wang Wei has seen the divine general!"

"I've seen the divine general!"

The voices of the forty-nine old people were deafening and resounded through the sky.

Su Yian was startled for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "I am no longer the wielder of the Great Qin Divine Sword."

"Isn't a retired officer a commander?" Wang Wei smiled slightly.

Su Yian stopped dwelling on this topic, looked at Wang Wei and said, "Xichuan Village helps with a formation that can purify elements and store the purified elements day after day."

"Yes." Wang Wei nodded, and then asked curiously: "How do you know?"

"I have some understanding of this aspect." Su Yian stepped on the ground: "Ju Yuan Formation..."

"After so many years, the number of elements gathered is not a small number. I am very curious, what do you want to do with so many elements? Or what are you preparing for?"

Wang Wei smiled: "I just talked about Baihu Village, let's continue this topic."

"Does it have anything to do with the White Tiger Village..." Su Yian thought silently in his heart, and then nodded.

"The White Tiger Village is cursed, the Murong family is cursed, these words are not 100% true." Wang Wei slowly said: "The reason why they established a family here was indeed not their original intention, but at the beginning, it was Murong Chong who took over the mission."

"Murong Chong is a great magician, the first generation of magicians, and the founder of the Murong family. Maybe he was proud and glorious when he took over this mission, but later, he must have regretted it."

"Why?" Su Yian asked curiously, this matter became more and more interesting.

"Because of this mission, the Murong family cannot leave the White Tiger Village; because of this mission, the average age of the Murong family is no more than 40 years old; because of this mission, the Murong family has become a magic family at the end of the second-rate, and will become weaker and weaker in the future."

"What is this mission?"

"Guarding something." Wang Wei took a deep breath: "A thing from another dimension."

"Is it related to the strange beast?" Su Yian raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a little surprised.

"Dark energy cannot be faked." Wang Wei said calmly.

"Everyone in the Murong family has overdrawn their life and magic power to guard that thing, so it is getting weaker and weaker. It is difficult for big figures to appear now. I am afraid that after the death of the current head of the Murong family, the Murong family will not even be able to produce a magician."

"They would rather sacrifice everything they have than escape. I think my behavior is worthy of admiration." Su Yige said.

"It is indeed admirable, but..." Wang Wei looked at Su Yige with a half-smile: "Do you think all the people in the Murong family hold such a belief? Do you think they don't want to escape from the place that they think is cursed?"

"They want to, but they dare not." Wang Wei's eyes flashed coldly: "Anyone who escapes and never returns will be killed!"

"Each of them has a tracker on their body. As long as the range of activities is wrong, we can know their actions."

"So they dare not escape. If they carry out their mission well, they can live forty or fifty years old. Once they escape, they will have no hope of survival. They know what to choose!"

"Why do you have to let them do this? They should have the life they want, right? Can't we let others continue this mission?"

"This is not fair to the Murong family!" Su Yige looked at Wang Wei: "You are actually the supervisor of the Murong family, right?"

Wang Wei looked at Su Yige and said lightly——

"Little girl, this world is not fair."