Chapter 715 Dark Attribute Awakener
"Ordinary people?" Deng Yougang glanced at the young man and said with a faint smile, "It seems you really don't know!"
The young man on the hospital bed looked confused. Deng Yougang smiled and shook his head, turned the door handle and opened the door.
"Okay, the disease is cured, you can come in."
"Cure?"
Grandpa Deng and Deng Heying's faces were full of surprises. The latter was even a little unbelievable: "How long did it take before he was cured?"
Deng Yougang glanced at them and said, "Why, do you doubt my ability?"
"No, no, ancestor, how is this possible!"
Deng Heying laughed sarcastically, then quickly ran into the ward, grabbed his brother's hand, and began to check the spiritual energy circulation in his body.
"Why is there still no spiritual energy?"
Deng Heying frowned tightly and said with some disappointment.
The young man on the hospital bed said helplessly: "Sister, I'm just recovering from my illness, and I haven't started practicing again yet!"
Only then did Deng Heying react, his old face turned red, and he quickly let go of his hand: "Oh, that's right."
The young man turned his head, looked at Deng Yougang and said softly: "Ancestor, after you cured me, the people from the Cultivation Department will definitely ask you to help treat other patients with spiritual energy exhaustion. If you are not willing, we will definitely keep our mouths shut. , and will never disclose any information to the outside world.”
"Haha, I'm interested."
Deng Yougang smiled and said lightly: "However, there is no need at all. If I don't want to, no one in this world can force me to act. After all... I am not a venerable!"
There was a flash of light in the young man's eyes, and he was keenly aware of Deng Yougang's surprising background.
His identity is by no means as simple as the time traveler in "Under One Person", there must be other secrets behind it.
Recalling the so-called 'secret' that Deng Yougang mentioned just now, the young man couldn't help but have a thoughtful look on his face.
Deng Yougang smiled and said: "But if the facts are as I guessed, I will definitely go and see other patients with spiritual energy depletion."
Having said this, Deng Yougang patted the young man on the hospital bed on the shoulder and said with a smile: "But you don't have to worry about these things. Just spend a good night cultivating yourself. Tomorrow morning, I will come here to teach you the Deng family's magical skills!"
...Is this the orthodox art of inviting gods?
Deng Herong felt a glimmer of expectation in his heart.
Grandpa Deng and Deng Heying next to them were also full of surprises.
Deng Yougang turned to look at Deng Heying and said: "As for the path of cultivation you are taking, I have roughly noticed something. Those light spots that are either hidden in your body or floating around you are the spirits you use, right?"
Deng Heying was stunned for a moment, then exclaimed: "As expected of our ancestors!"
Deng Yougang smiled and said: "The Five Elements Spirit, the Elemental Spirit, is indeed a pioneering path that integrates cultivation and magic. I can't comment on this aspect, but I can give you some Five Elements spells for reference. "
Deng Heying's face was full of surprise and he quickly thanked him respectfully: "My grandson, thank you for the gift from your ancestors!"
Deng Yougang waved his hand, turned and walked towards the door of the ward.
"I know you have a lot to talk about now. If I stay, you won't be able to let go, so I won't disturb you for now!"
Grandpa Deng immediately smiled and said: "Ancestor, you have seen this, grandson..."
Before he could finish speaking, the boy on the hospital bed gently grabbed his arm and shook his head.
Grandpa Deng was startled for a moment, then realized what was happening. He quickly closed his mouth and watched Deng Yougang leave.
When the footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away, Grandpa Deng turned his head and asked doubtfully: "What's wrong?"
Deng Herong said softly: "My ancestor must have something to do. After he treated me, he took out something similar to a mobile phone to communicate with someone. Now, he must have gone to see that person."
"I see."
Grandpa Deng looked astonished.
Deng Heying next to him said in surprise: "Mobile phone?"
Deng Herong glanced at her and explained: "It is a physical communication device before AR technology matures."
Deng Heying nodded clearly: "Then I understand!"
Grandpa Deng next to him frowned and said, "But Xiaorong, what's going on with your illness?"
"It's a long story..."
Deng Herong sighed and began to softly tell the two of them what had just happened.
At the same time, outside the Cultivation Ministry Hospital building, Deng Yougang was walking on the road in the front yard and said softly without looking away: "Mr. Wang, before Brother Bai and I come back, I would like you to help take care of this junior of mine."
Behind him, the shadow of the old swordsman, invisible to ordinary people, shook his head.
"It's easy to raise a finger, why say a favor?"
Deng Yougang smiled: "Don't worry, Mr. Wang, I haven't finished talking yet. The poison has been eliminated. I'm worried that the people behind the scenes will come to see the situation. If someone does show up, I have to ask Brother Wang to show mercy and be sure to stay." His life."
The old swordsman smiled and nodded: "Wang understands."
Leaving Wang Yue, the swordsman of the Eastern Han Dynasty, as his bodyguard, Deng Yougang left with peace of mind and joined Bai Lang.
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In the dead of night, in a dark high-rise bedroom, the girl lying on the bed suddenly opened her eyes.
Dark spots of light appeared silently around her, turning into several non-reflective black swords, which suddenly shot towards the wind-blown curtains.
"Puff puff!"
The black sword penetrated the curtain, and after shooting dozens of meters, it turned into light spots and scattered in the air.
Turning his gaze to the dim bedroom, the girl who was originally lying on the bed stood up without knowing when.
She was wearing pink pajamas, barefoot, standing on the soft big bed, holding a long black sword made of pure magic in her right hand, looking at the tattered curtains with a cold expression.
"I remember I warned you that if you dare to break into my house again, I will kill you all!"
"……hehe!"
A chuckle came from the curtains.
The next second, a pitch-black shadow flowed out from behind the curtains and turned into an indiscernible pitch-black figure in front of the window.
"Miss Shang, relax, we have no ill intentions towards you, we just want to take you into the organization!"
Shang Xiaowen sneered: "Didn't I say that I am not interested in you or your organization?"
The dark figure smiled and said, "Don't be so outspoken. Interests are cultivated. Just because you're not interested now doesn't mean you won't be interested in the future."
"What's more, as a rare dark attribute awakener, China is by no means a suitable place for you to grow up. Only by joining our Shadow Kingdom can you become stronger!"
After the emergence of the portal phenomenon, most of the magic that poured into the world was based on natural elements. Among them, the most easily absorbed elements were the six elements of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, and wind.
In addition, there are three rare elements: lightning, light and darkness.
Among these three elements, the thunder element can be regarded as the darling of China. Various thunder methods emerge in endlessly, and it can be called the strongest existence among practitioners.
But the two elements of light and darkness are somewhat uncommon.
Instead, there are two forces, Yin and Yang, that grow from the inside out, using light and darkness as nourishment.
However, these two powers require acquired practice, and are most suitable for practitioners of the light and dark attributes who have the talent for cultivation but have not yet awakened.
It is already difficult for a born dark attribute awakener like Shang Xiaowen to reconcile the yin and yang in the body. If a suitable single yin technique cannot be found, they will have no choice but to grow wildly like foreign awakeners.
"I understand what you said." Shang Xiaowen said coldly, "But I don't care."
The dark figure was silent for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Is it because of the young man lying on the hospital bed?"
Shang Xiaowen's eyes turned cold, and she clenched the long black sword in her right hand.
The dark figure smiled and said: "Miss Shang, you should know that our organization is not a philanthropic organization. It is your luck to meet someone like me who treats you patiently."
"If it were anyone else, they might not have my good temper."
"But even I have a limit to my patience."
At this point, the dark figure's tone became cold.
"Miss Shang, you are a good child. The shortcoming of a good child is that he has too many weaknesses!"
"As long as I want to, there are too many ways to force you to join..."
Before he finished speaking, a series of black swords suddenly arrived, instantly piercing the body of the pitch-black figure, and piercing the black cloak-like human-shaped shadow through several large, ragged holes.
But even so, the pitch-black figure still suffered no substantial damage.
He raised his hand, looked at the hollow in his palm, then raised his head, looked at the girl in pajamas on the bed and sighed.
"Miss Shang, you are really naughty. Let's do this. I'll give you one more day to think about it. This is your last chance. If it's too late, I won't be the one to come again!"
"boom!"
Before he finished speaking, the dark magic power instantly surged out and turned into a violent tide of elements, shattering the windows and walls.
When the dark magic power dissipated, the wall in front of Shang Xiaowen was already shattered.
And the dark figure disappeared completely like a ghost.
Shang Xiaowen stood silently for a while, then suddenly let go of her hand, letting the black sword turn into magic power and dissipate.
"Is this the Kingdom of Shadows..."
Shang Xiaowen sat feebly on the bed, looked at the dark starry sky outside the big hole in the wall, smiled bitterly, and murmured to herself: "If I really can't do it, I can only join them..."
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The next morning, Deng Yougang arrived at the hospital early in the morning.
Coming with him was Bai Lang, who had just been pulled out of the game cabin.
"A time-traveler is just a time-traveler. You can just handle it yourself. Why do you have to drag me with you?"
Bai Lang muttered with some dissatisfaction: "It's not that I don't believe in your abilities."
Deng Yougang's head was full of black lines: "Do you believe in my ability? Are you just addicted to playing games?"
Bailang curled his lips and said shamelessly: "How can you not be addicted? During the gap period of more than a hundred years, there are thousands of classic games with scores of 9 or above. If it were you, you would be addicted too!"
Seeing Bai Lang's appearance, Deng Yougang sighed helplessly.
Then, Deng Yougang raised his eyebrows, as if he had discovered something, and looked in the direction of Deng Herong's ward in surprise.
"Huh? That girl is here again. Why is it so early this time?"
"Girl? What girl?"
"My great-great-grandson's childhood sweetheart is a very interesting little girl."
"Oh?" Bai Lang's eyes lit up and he said quickly, "Come on, come on, I like this pure love story between childhood sweethearts the most!"