Great Creator

Chapter 258: Visitors from the Northwest (22)

Guan Meng replied without hesitation:

"Father, I want to be a saint."

Guan Ming said worriedly: "But saintesses can't marry, and this road is very hard. The saintess not only has to practice devil skills hard, but also is responsible for the belief of demon gods. She is the symbol of my demon sect and the envoy of the great demon god. You have to behave like a model in the world and know the teachings...Meng'er, this is too hard."

Guan Meng shook his head and said, "I understand Dad's worry, but not only in terms of devout faith, I am the most suitable saint in the sect, but also in terms of magic skills, I am also the strongest among the women of this generation. So , Dad, if I give up, I won't be the most suitable person to be a saint."

"Oh, Dad just loves you. After all, you are still so young, so you have to suffer a lot..."

"I know, but, Father, I do."

Guan Meng's immature face was full of seriousness.

Guan Ming looked at his daughter and sighed in his heart. In fact, it's not just Guan Meng who has such a temperament, why isn't he himself? Or rather, their family, whether it is him, his wife, or the three children, are all people with such a temperament.

His family was poor back then, if it wasn't for the Mozong people who helped him and taught him martial arts, which changed his fate, he might have starved to death in the war with his parents.

At that time, he swore an oath in front of the demon god's altar, receiving the great favor of the demon sect, and determined to fight for the demon sect to the death.

How terrible it is to die.

The only way through the ages is to die.

However, if only a few people are sacrificed, the majority of people can be protected to survive. Then, when there is no choice, those who really have great determination will stand up and become the minority to carry the beam of fate for others.

The Mozong is like this, and so are the Mogong practitioners.

Back then, with pious belief, Guan Meng firmly chose this path and became the saint of the Demon Sect. To this day, she still has no regrets, even if she has paid a lot for it, and even if she will not live for a long time, she is willing.

But……

Just three years after she officially became a saint.

Eighteen years old this year.

She really encountered a major crisis in her life.

It was not because of the backlash from the demonic power, nor was it due to the righteous attack, but because of the order issued by the great demon god.

Guan Meng withdrew her internal strength, supported the armrest of the chair with her hands, and stood up slowly. Her face was blue, her hands and feet were cold, and she was in a bad condition.

Mo Xia looked at her curiously.

Guan Meng rested for a while, his body gradually recovered, then he got up, drew out his long knife, and went to the yard.

Facing the afternoon sun, Guan Meng started her daily saber practice.

In fact, whether it is magic skills or sword skills, they are all the secrets of the Demon Sect. Logically speaking, they should not be practiced in front of outsiders.

But, didn't Huang Si say that Moxia is not a human race.

It's really not like the human race... neither eats nor sleeps, always quiet, only talks to Huang Si, and ignores others. From this point of view, it must be a very special existence, maybe it is what Huang Si said, the demon race?

Guan Meng was waving the saber move continuously in the air, practicing with all her might, as if she wanted to cut off her own distracting thoughts.

After practicing the knife, Guan Meng finally regained the motivation to live.

She stood quietly in the yard, looking at the radiant sky, the burning clouds, the setting sun, and the majestic scenery. The whole world seemed to make her feel the beauty and tranquility of the world.

Just when Guan Meng really wanted to chant a poem, but couldn't chant it because he didn't receive much noble education since he was a child.

The door was suddenly knocked on.

One sound, another sound, the door knocker was slammed.

Guan Meng was a little hesitant, not knowing whether to open the door or not.

If Huang Si came back, as long as he called out, no matter if it was Mo Xia or she, they would naturally go over and put down the latch to let him in. So the person outside the door must be a stranger.

While Guan Meng was hesitating, Mo Xia had already walked out of the house, came to the gate, and opened it.

Outside the door, stood four people and two horses.

They were two adults, wearing fur clothes common in the north and hats covering their ears, and standing in front of them were two children, a boy and a girl.

One of the grown-ups didn't seem to know how to speak, so he opened his mouth and asked awkwardly, "Excuse me, is this the master's house...?"

Mo understood, and asked, "Family?... Oh no, you are here to look for Huang Si, right?"

He didn't know whether Huang Si had restored the memories of these people, or whether they knew their identities.

The man hurriedly said: "I don't know what the owner's name is, but he did ask us to come here to look for him. There should be nothing wrong, right?"

Mo Xia nodded: "Yes, please come in."

The two led the two children into the yard.

After Mo Xia brought them into the house, he completely ignored them and didn't say anything about entertaining them.

To be honest, dealing with these few blows already made Mo Xia very uncomfortable.

In the end, Guan Meng still couldn't see it, so he took them to sit in the house, brought them tea, and helped tie the horses in the yard.

At this time, Guan Meng noticed that the two adults had wounds on their bodies, but they didn't seem to have any good wound medicine, they just bandaged them hastily, and the blood had already seeped through the bandaged cloth, bright red.

Guan Meng asked them to wait for a while, then went to his own residence next door, brought Mozong's best wound medicine, and then helped them change it with his own hands.

Those two were grateful.

As for the two children, they both looked less than ten years old, but fortunately, they seemed to be quite sensible, not noisy, just sitting quietly. Although the child was not injured, blood was splashed all over his body, and he looked tired.

Guan Meng really couldn't see it, so he brought a towel to help them wipe for a long time.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Huang Si finally came back.

He was accompanied by a tall man, about thirty years old, wearing armor and carrying a bow and arrow.

Huang Si said to Mo Xia, "This is Lu Cuo."

He once mentioned Lu Cuo to Mo Xia, and Mo Xia nodded.

Lu Cuo found a place in the house by himself and sat down.

Guan Meng also heard the conversation between them, thinking, the same name, right? Maybe I changed the name myself... because I worship Lu Moshen, I also got a bow and arrow to carry it on my back.

People nowadays really don't know how to avoid taboos.

Huang Si then looked at the four people who had just arrived in the room, and asked, "Why are you all injured?"

The two adults immediately knelt on the ground and said: "I have seen the master, I am lucky to be worthy of my life."

Huang Si ordered: "Take off the bandage yourself, reveal the wound, and show me."

Guan Meng was furious when he heard the words: "What are you going to do? Kill them? Even if they are your subordinates, you can't ignore human lives like this. They are seriously injured. I just took good medicine..."