Soman Shuchiin, starting from Fulilian to become a magician

"Since Guval is so powerful, shouldn't we wait for Lord Ye Shanming to come along?"

"No, you take the lead this time."

"Me... me?"

Feilun's face was full of panic: "Can we win?"

"Don't worry, you will win."

Fulilian's calm words gave Philen some confidence. As Fulilian moved, the seal on Guval was lifted, and the petrification gradually faded. After just a few breaths, he regained his freedom.

"It's you, Fulilian. How many years have I been sealed by Ye Shanming?"

"Eighty years."

"Is it just this short of time?"

Guval touched his chin. He didn't see Ye Shanming, and the magical power coming from Fulilian was no different from eighty years ago, which made him feel much more calm.

"Where's the Demon King?"

"died."

"It seems like this is still leading to the future that Shulahat saw."

Even when Guval heard the news of the Demon King's death, he did not show any emotion. He raised his right hand, and a faint black light condensed in his palm.

"Although it's not Ye Shanming, it doesn't matter. Let's continue the battle that was left unfinished eighty years ago."

Killing magic!

A black beam of light streaked across the sky at an extremely fast speed, shooting towards Fulilian. The impact created a shallow gully on the ground.

A hexagonal wall appeared out of thin air in front of Fulilian. The killing magic that had forced Ye Shanming to the point where he could hardly even get close to her eighty years ago was powerlessly disintegrated in front of this magic wall without causing any ripples.

"Has that guy already optimized the technique to this extent?"

Guwal could see at a glance that although the completeness of the technique was no longer the same as before, it was still based on the idea of ​​the technique that Ye Shanming had optimized back then.

"Lady Fulilian, what did he use?!"

Compared to Guval, Philen was no less shocked and couldn't help asking.

"Feren, focus on the battle."

As soon as Fulilian finished speaking, countless killing magics gathered behind Guval, like a sky full of stars, and shot towards Philen almost at the same time.

Philen subconsciously judged its landing point and accurately controlled the defensive magic to unfold in a small range, blocking all the dense black beams.

Although the attack was completely ineffective, during the brief contact, Guval had already noticed the weakness of the defensive magic in front of him, and accumulated all the magic power in his body, preparing to break the defense with one blow.

"Why haven't you solved it yet?"

Ye Shanming's voice sounded in the sky. He flew all the way here after finishing his meeting with Graosam. He didn't expect that after so much time, he still hadn't gotten rid of Guwal.

A gorgeous magic circle unfolded in front of him, and almost instantly, a white beam of light shot out from it. Guval only had time to look up at him, and before he could say anything, his entire chest and abdomen were pierced by the white beam of light. A large circular hole was also pierced through the ground behind him, and groundwater continuously gushed out of it.

Guval's tall body turned into black ash and drifted in the wind. Ye Shanming released his flying magic and landed, only to be met with Fulilian's rebuke:

"I was planning on letting him hone Fieren, why did you intervene?"

"So that's how it is. I was wondering why it took you so long."

Fieren held the staff in both hands, her face full of confusion. The brief confrontation with Guval just now had brought her many questions. Flillian glanced at her, turned and walked out of the forest.

"I'll explain it to you slowly when I get back, and read you the History of Magic while I'm at it."

"No, I can see for myself."

After dealing with Guwal, the three of them rested briefly in the village for one night and continued on their way towards Aize's residence.

I just don't know what Fulilian explained to Philen. From the next day when they set off, Philen was angry with Ye Shanming and didn't say a word.

She also deliberately didn't cook his portion when cooking. Ye Shanming wanted to take the initiative to talk to her, but she just turned her head and ignored him.

"What did you say to her? It's unusual for you to be angry for so long."

Looking at Philen, whose face was puffed up like a ball, walking in front, Ye Shanming quietly asked a question in Fulilian's ear.

"I just told her the origin of normal attack magic and how we sealed Guval."

As Fulilian explained, Philen in front of her suddenly turned around and finally spoke to Ye Shanming for the first time in the past few days:

"Master Ye Shanming, why have I never heard you talk about these things?"

These days, Philen's mood is more embarrassed than angry. Whenever she thinks of her childhood thoughts, she wishes she could go back in time and strangle herself.

"Come to think of it, the story about how hard the work was was also a lie to me."

Feilun leaned close to Ye Shanming's face and looked into his eyes suspiciously:

"After all, Master Ye Shanming is such a powerful magician."

"No, the only thing that's true is that the work is hard."

Ye Shanming raised his hands and made a solemn promise.

"I will trust you, Master Ye Shanming, for the last time."

Looking at Philen who was walking in front with a menacing look on his face, Ye Shanming couldn't help but sigh. Why did he feel that the third trumpet seemed to be raised in the wrong way? Could it be that he was really not suitable for taking care of children?

"It's so hard to raise a well-behaved and cute child. Obviously, Philen was like that when he was a child."

"really."

Fulilian agreed with Ye Shanming's words very much. She felt sad when she thought that whenever she slept in, Philen would tie her hair into five braids, which was painful and tight, and she couldn't let it down by herself.

"As expected, Philen was cuter when he was little."

The two looked at each other at the same time, sighed, and laughed at the same time.

Philen in front turned around, looking very dissatisfied with what the two were saying, and puffed up his face:

"Aren't you two just going too far? Lady Fulilian's living habits are really terrible, and so is Lady Ye Shanming, always hiding things from the past and refusing to talk about them."

As the three of them were arguing, the originally boring journey became somewhat interesting.

A few days later, in the Brad area of ​​the Central Kingdom, Ye Shanming and Fulilian met Aize and a red-haired boy at the foot of the mountain.

Considering the lifespan of dwarves, Aize has already entered old age, but even so, he is wearing armor, holding a huge axe in his hand, and training the red-haired boy in front of him.

Chapter 23: It’s never too late to take revenge.

"Attack, Shutark."

"No, Master, you are a warrior who has defeated the Demon King before. I will definitely be beaten by you."

The red-haired boy also held a huge axe in his hand, shaking his head desperately, and refused to listen to Aize no matter what.

"You little bastard!"

Aize shouted angrily, put down the axe in his hand, pulled out a wooden stick from the side, and wanted to go up and beat this cowardly apprentice.

"Aize, I'm here to play with you."

Fulilian greeted from a distance, just interrupting the scene of loving master and filial piety.

"You don't say that as if you haven't seen each other for decades, Flillian."

Ai Ze turned around and saw Ye Shanming there. The wrinkles on his face were obviously relieved. He threw down the stick in his hand and angrily scolded the red-haired boy:

"Go and clear out the monsters around here."

"No, Master, that's a Red Mirror Dragon! I'll die!"

The red-haired boy looked devastated and wanted to rush over to hug Aize's thigh, but the latter dodged him directly.

"Go when I tell you to, you cowardly apprentice! You are not allowed to come back until you have cleaned up!"

Watching the red-haired boy walk away dejectedly with his giant axe in his hand, Aize finally let out a sigh of relief and extended an invitation to the three visitors:

"Come to my house and have a seat. It's a bit simple though."

"Aize, have you accepted a disciple?"

On the way to Aize's home, Fulilian asked, a little curious about the red-haired young man.

"He's the son of the chief of the Warrior Village in the mountains. Since we live nearby, he asked me to help train him."

"That kid looks a bit stronger than you are now."

Ye Shanming expressed his observation. From his point of view, the now aged Aize was really no match for the red-haired boy.

"yes,"

After hearing what Ye Shanming said, Aize sighed softly: "He has the talent of a warrior, but unfortunately he is too timid."

"I originally thought that Fulilian would need a warrior as a guard since she was alone, so I wanted to train him to follow Fulilian."

As he spoke, Aize glanced at Ye Shanming and shook his head: "It seems that it is not necessary now."

As they were talking, they came to Aize's residence. Philen found that what the old dwarf said was true. It was not just simple, it was actually a cave dug out of the mountain by humans.

Moreover, it was completely dug for the dwarves' body shape. Fulilian and Philen were fine, but Ye Shanming even had to be careful not to hit his head.

"I have to say, your home finally looks a bit dwarven."

The four of them sat on chairs. Ye Shanming held the tea, took a look at the environment inside the cave, and couldn't help but tease.

"So, you really do have a lot of misunderstandings about dwarves. I'm really curious about what kind of image you have of dwarves."

Aize felt a little helpless. The fact that he didn't look like a dwarf at all was always brought up by Ye Shanming when they were traveling.

"Big beard, likes to drink, lives in a mine, and is good at forging?"

"That's a really exaggerated stereotype. Even dwarves aren't all like that."

Aize explained, but Ye Shanming was shocked: "So there really are dwarves like this?"

Aize didn't want to continue arguing with him about the dwarf image, so he looked at Fulilian and asked her purpose:

"We haven't seen each other for thirty years. What's the matter with you coming to see me this time?"

He then added, "Let me be clear, it's impossible to use me as a frontline defender. I'm already at the age of enjoying my retirement."

"Even when training that guy Shutark, we have to worry about him fighting back."

"As for the avant-garde matters, Akira Ye Shan is enough."

Fulilian shook her head and looked at Aize seriously with her green eyes:

"Is there anything you need my help with?"

"Will you give me my last look?"

"Yes."

"Lord Frilian."

Fulilian spoke bluntly, and Philen gently pulled the corner of her clothes. The words were too blunt, and she was a little worried that Aize in front of her would be angry.

However, Aize had long been immune to her unpleasant words. In the past, Ye Shanming was often said this, but now the target has changed to him.

"It's too early to see you off, but there is one thing I need your help with."

"When Haita and I were looking through the tome earlier, we discovered the notes of the great magician Volame hidden in the Fore Basin. They contained records of conversations with the dead."

"I want to see that notebook."

"Eh, Volame? The great magician from a thousand years ago, the one known as the founder of magic?"

Philen's face was filled with shock. He couldn't help but stand up, his voice echoing in the cave: "Isn't that someone from a fairy tale? Could it be real?"

"Calm down."

Ye Shanming pushed her back to her seat and said, "Flillian is Volame's apprentice. She must be real."

"Lord Frilian?!"

Philen looked at Fulilian in surprise, only to see that the latter was immersed in memories, with a rare trace of nostalgia on her indifferent face.

"Volamei, For Basin, it really has been a long time."

As she spoke, she seemed to remember something and her eyes fell on Ye Shanming:

"If I remember correctly, you have a copy of all of Volame's notes. Do you remember this notebook?"