Chapter 9 Fisherman

"Huh!" An Ruoran breathed a long sigh of relief, and An Ruoran woke up slowly from his coma. Perhaps because the light was too bright, he squinted his eyes and was confused for a while before he gradually woke up. He vaguely remembered that while he shouted "Open", the invisible suction seemed to gush out from the sky... Well, then where is this place?

This is a very pure world, even too pure. The blue sky, grass, green water... Everything around is so clean that it is unimaginable to appear in this demon world. After taking a light breath, An Ruoran felt the refreshing and moist air, and slowly supported himself. He looked around in confusion, but didn't know which direction to go. After hesitating for a while, he finally decided to follow the river to the downstream, and perhaps find several families.

But he had only walked a dozen meters away. When An Ruoran had just turned a corner along the river, he saw something that should not have appeared in the demon world. It was an old man. The old man who was sitting quietly by the river fishing might not be strange, but the strange thing was that the old man was actually wearing a straw hat and straw raincoat that was only available in ancient China.

As if he had not noticed An Ruoran's arrival, the old man was still fishing quietly, not even interested in looking up. An Ruoran carefully stepped forward a few steps. He had already vaguely guessed the identity of the old man, but he did not ask immediately, but waited silently until the old man caught a fish, and then he said softly: "Old man..."

Without answering his inquiry, the old man took the fish off the hook and returned to the river. When An Ruoran saw that his hook was empty, he quickly took out a piece of bait from the small basin next to him and hung it up for him. He glanced at An Ruoran without any reason, and the old man threw the fish hook into the water again, and then returned to his meditation state.

"Meow, when is it time to still play the game of temptation!" After reading too many novels, An Ruoran certainly knew what the old man sold. But even if he was anxious, he could only squat beside him and watched. It was not until the old man had enough fishing that he sighed with emotion: "The birds flew across thousands of mountains, and the people were killed in the thousands of paths. The old man in a boat was alone in the straw hat, and fished alone in the snow in the cold river."

"Well, do you know this poem too?" The old man's movement suddenly stopped, and he threw away the fishing rod, and his eyes flashed slightly. An Ruoran smiled. He didn't know which era the other party was from, so he could only answer vaguely: "Since he is a Chinese, even if he can't recite this poem, he can recite a few sentences!"

The old man was stunned for a moment, and suddenly burst into laughter. Before the laughter had fallen, he had slowly stood up and raised his hand to point gently on the river bank not far away. In an instant, the house suddenly appeared on the empty river beach. The old man waved his sleeves to walk towards the house, but turned around and shouted: "Young man, follow me!"

An Ruoran breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had passed the test, and now he followed the old man to the house. Although he had not talked to each other, he had already vaguely guessed the identity of the old man. Who else would besides the "Demon God" who was from the same plane as him? However, the old man who stayed here might just be the clone he left behind!

"It seems that you already know who I am?" As if you know what An Ruoran was thinking, the old man suddenly smiled and said lightly, "Since we are from the same plane, it's considered destiny. To be honest, my true body has been away from here for nearly a thousand years. Are you very surprised, why did I leave my clone here?"

An Ruoran nodded, which was exactly what he was puzzled. The old man smiled and sighed softly: "It's very simple, maybe it can be understood as a mark. After staying in this plane for a long time, I can't help but have some feelings. Leaving this clone here as a mark can also facilitate me to get between the two planes."

"When it comes between two planes?" An Ruoran was surprised, which was something he had not expected. The old man nodded, but showed a slightly puzzled expression: "But it's very strange that since he returned to his plane, he has never come back here again. Speaking of which, I seem to have been in this space for nearly a thousand years... Forget it, let alone this, so young man, how did you enter this plane?"

"This is a long story!" An Ruoran sighed. He had nothing to hide when facing the old man from the same plane as him. He briefly explained his experience. The old man listened quietly to him and suddenly smiled: "So, are you considered a unique magic casting master in this plane? Very good. I was worried that I couldn't help you, but since you are also a magic casting master, it is not too difficult to return to your plane with the help of this tower of viewing."

"Well, do you mean you can use the Tower of View?" An Ruoran was slightly stunned, but then couldn't help but feel ecstasy. Although he had been in this world for five or six years, what he really longed for was to return to his own plane, which was the wish of a drifter in a foreign land. In fact, if the old man said, maybe he could just leave a clone as a sign, and even communicate between the two planes, so he would not need to separate from Via, Christine and the others.

But An Ruoran still felt very strange. The old man had been in this tower for more than a thousand years, so how could he know the profession of Demon Forging Master? It is the name only available in the Flange Continent! Faced with his question, the old man just smiled faintly and said calmly: "What's so strange about this? Do you think the demon forging masters of the Flange Continent came from? It wasn't the one I happened to teach there when I was doing the plane crossing experiment before!"

"What!" An Ruoran was really surprised this time. If this logic is followed, wouldn't this old man be the ancestor of the Demon Forging Master? But after thinking about it, he had to admit that this statement was indeed reasonable and thought about why the profession of Demon Forging Master suddenly appeared, why the Demon Forging can be combined with refining weapons... In this way, there is really a wonderful connection between them.

"I understand, so since I can use this tower of view, you can also use it." The old man glanced at An Ruoran and said lightly, "Speaking of this tower of view, the effect of this tower of view can only last for six hundred years. I believe that the demon slaves outside are already panicked now! Don't be surprised, this was designed on purpose. Those demon slaves are too fierce, so it would be better to solve them as soon as possible."

An Ruoran was stunned when he heard this. He originally thought that the "Demon God" deliberately left a tower of viewing that would gradually become dilapidated. It turned out that the reason was to destroy these demons. No wonder, no wonder, the Tower of the Flan Continent could last for thousands of years without falling, but the Tower of Viewing here could not last for even a thousand years. It turned out that the real reason was the trap deliberately created by the "Demon God", and the purpose was to eliminate these demons he created himself.

"Yes, this is a trap I designed on purpose." Looking at An Ruoran's shocked expression, the old man did not hide at all and replied directly, "After I came to this plane, I slightly transformed the original creatures here and created the demon slaves, which are what you call the demon clan. However, these creatures are cruel by nature, and if they are released, they will inevitably harm the world, so of course they have to find a way to solve them before leaving. However, after they grow up, it is not easy for me to wipe out all of them, so I simply use the Tower of View to create a trap."

In fact, the "Demon God" not only created the trap of the Tower of View, but even the refuge in Yago City that can resist lightning was designed to trigger civil strife of the demons. An Ruoran sighed a long time ago, and couldn't help but admire the wisdom of the old man. If he hadn't accidentally entered the Tower of View, the demons would have really destroyed the entire tribe in less than two hundred years.

"However, since you plan to use the Farum tribe, I will not be stingy with helping you." After looking at An Ruoran, the old man said lightly, "As for now, you should learn the magic casting technique with me first, and master how to repair the tower of view. Don't worry, this is the plane I created. Even if you stay here for a year, it will only be equivalent to one day for the outside world."

This is exactly what An Ruoran wants, and he naturally has no reason to refuse to agree when he hears this. But when he says this, the Demon Lord suddenly paused and frowned slightly at An Ruoran: "It's strange, are you carrying something in your arms? Take it out and let me see, and I always feel that there is a familiar atmosphere."

"What's around me?" An Ruoran was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously touched his chest. The next moment, he suddenly moved slightly and took out the huge soul stone left by the senior of the weapon refining sect. After his refining, this soul stone is now less than half of the size, but just this half is more than three times better than an ordinary soul stone.

"This is..." The old man who had originally looked calm was slightly moved at this moment. He didn't see any big moves. He simply reached out and the soul stone came into his hand. After a moment of silence, the old man suddenly smiled and said, "Interesting! Interesting! I didn't expect that this soul stone would actually have the breath of my weapon refining sect."

"Weapon Refining Sect? So old man, are you also from the Weapon Refining Sect?" An Ruoran was stunned for a moment and quickly told the origin of this soul stone. The old man was even more surprised when he heard it and couldn't help but sigh in a low voice: "Is there such a thing? Is our Weapon Refining Sect a fate with this plane? First I traveled here, and then a disciple traveled here?"

"I don't know if you are destined or not, but I guess your weapon refining sect likes to refine things randomly, so it was blown to this plane with a bang." An Ruoran muttered a few words in his heart, but there was no change on his face. The old man was amazed for a while, then turned to look at An Ruoran and smiled: "Very good, so you are half of my student... Don't worry, since I said that I will definitely help you! From now on, you will live with me temporarily until you advance to the holy level demon caster!"

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