Sikong Haoxuan slowly recalled in his mind that he had complained in front of Sikong Xiaoyue some time ago that the Imperial Capital Magic Store had only its name, and he didn't even have a pure crystal. In the hands of a wizard, the purer the crystal, the more suitable it is to become a soul container.

Sikong Haoxuan felt moved when he touched the crystal ball in his hand. He knew clearly that although pure crystals were a stone without any value to magicians and warriors in the mainland, when 99% of the crystals in the mainland contained magical elements, the value of pure crystals was highlighted. Not to mention that this pure crystal was the best decorative material that the nobles longed for.

Sikong Haoxuan really couldn't imagine how long Sikong Xiaoyue would need to accumulate crystal coins to buy such a large pure crystal ball. With her usual means of spending money, it was really difficult for her. The most important thing was that she was willing to give up.

"Fourth brother, this is a birthday gift from my second brother. I know you are not interested in magic or fighting spirit, but I think you should have a general understanding of them." Sikong Mo Chen handed over a thread-coated ancient book, and he always looked at problems so accurately and profoundly. Sikong Mo Chen, who could make good books look like life, took out this thread-coated ancient book as a gift, and was afraid that the world would be his brothers.

Sikong Haoxuan carefully packed the crystal balls and ancient books, put this strong family affection in his heart, and secretly vowed to treasure it for a lifetime.

When Sikong Haoxuan was in a state of excitement, Sikong Buqun came slowly, and a petite figure shrouded in a cloak followed behind him.

When Song Ziyan saw the white sword sign on the cloak, she was secretly surprised and guessed the intention of the old man to bring the people from the elder's pavilion.

"Xuan'er, look at the gift grandpa brought to you. This is a hundred times more precious than that top-quality space ring. It was given to you by grandpa on behalf of the Elder Pavilion."

When Sikong Mochen and Sikong Xiaoyue heard about the Elders Pavilion, they were also shocked. In the Sikong family, the most mysterious place is the Elders Pavilion. Many direct members of the Sikong family only know the existence of the Elders Pavilion, but where the Elders Pavilion is and who are, for many years, can be known in detail.

Staring at the smaller figure tightly wrapped in the cloak, Sikong Haoxuan felt a headache, "Send a living person? Why is the Elder Pavilion in the mood to send spies to my villa?"

Sikong Buqun was deeply satisfied with his grandson's dull expression, pointed to the long brocade box in the hands of the two guards and said, "Xuan'er, that's the gift your father gave you from southern Xinjiang. Xue'er grew up in the Elders Pavilion, so you must treat her well."

Sikong Haoxuan, who could not refuse his grandfather's gift, returned to the villa with awkward heart. Xueer quietly followed behind him. Sikong Haoxuan, the person from the Elder Pavilion, did not have the courage to neglect it. He called the maid to wash Xueer and walked towards Nanxing's room by himself.

Nan Xing's room, like his expression, was so rigid and empty. Looking at Nan Xing who was still struggling in the "years", Sikong Haoxuan felt relieved. During this period, Nan Xing had gradually adapted to the torture suffered in the loss of "years". It is estimated that he will soon be able to practice Dou Qi under the erosion of "years".

With his fingers, the ancient witchcraft that enveloped Nanxing - the years passed away. Although Nanxing was tortured very weakly, his eyes were still bright, which means that he would not lose his mind under the erosion of "year".

Those who are familiar with Nanxing will definitely find that Nanxing is obviously shrouded in a layer of death energy, and the flow of death energy in his body makes people feel a little chill.

At this time, Nan Xing's condition was very different from Sikong Haoxuan's expectation. He frowned and looked at Nan Xing quietly. Nan Xing could feel Sikong Haoxuan's dissatisfaction with him in his heart, but he didn't know why. There was no panic in his eyes, and he also quietly looked at Sikong Haoxuan, waiting for him to speak.

After a moment, Sikong Haoxuan sighed slightly, "Nan Xing, you rely on hatred as your motivation in the years. Do you know that one of your feet has stepped into the gate of killing Taoism."

"Kill the Tao?" It is obvious that Nan Xing could not understand Sikong Haoxuan's words.

"The killer - kills for the sake of killing, and it is difficult to have any other emotions in his heart. He pursues further killing throughout his life."

"Can you kill the demon snake star Yin Qi?"

Sikong Haoxuan did not expect that the hatred in Nanxing's heart was so fierce. "The killer was successful, and there would be no one in the world who could not be killed. But Nanxing, you have to think clearly that once you completely enter the way of killing, there is nothing else in your life except killing."

A trace of anxiety on Nan Xing's face disappeared and the hole was restored to its vicinity. "As long as you can kill Yin Qi, what if you step into the killing path?"

Sikong Haoxuan threw a brocade box from the space ring to Nan Xing, "The knife in this box is held by the soldiers of the Forward Battalion. He drank the blood of thousands of people, and felt it well and understood the murderous aura in it."

Sikong Haoxuan, who returned to the hall, couldn't help but be attracted by Xueer who took off her cloak. She had seen countless beauties of all temperaments in her previous life with Sikong Haoxuan's status, but Sikong Haoxuan's heart was sure that such a gentle little flower would never appear in the modern society in her previous life.

"Fourth Young Master, it's late at night. Xue'er serves you to wash and rest." Xue'er's soft voice interrupted the inexplicable comparison in Sikong Haoxuan's heart.

Sikong Haoxuan, who was a little embarrassed, was obviously surprised when Xue'er said, "What? Are you serving me?"

Xueer felt a little funny, looking at Sikong Haoxuan, who was a little weird, said, "Yes, I will serve the fourth young master in the future. This is the task given to me by the Elder Pavilion."

After asking Xue'er to sit down, Sikong Haoxuan personally poured her a glass of juice, "Xue'er, the task given to you by the Elder Pavilion is to serve me? Isn't that too wronged you?"

"I'm not wronged. I also serve Grandpa Whitebeard in the Elder Pavilion."

"Who is the white-bearded grandfather you serve?" He was very interested in the mysterious elder Sikong Haoxuan and began to draw Xueer's words.

"I don't know what Grandpa Whitebeard is called, but the people in the pavilion are very respectful to Grandpa Whitebeard." Xueer's reply seemed to have no scheming.

After hearing what Xueer said, Sikong Haoxuan knew that Xueer could not satisfy her curiosity. Although Xueer had lived in the Elder Pavilion since she was a child, her understanding of the Elder Pavilion may be very limited.

It took great effort to get Sikong Haoxuan, who was persuaded by Xueer to go to bed, returned to his room, tidied up his mood, slowly sinking into meditation, and comprehending the vast witchcraft in his mind in the dark.
Chapter completed!