Early the next morning, Xia Po received the news that his master, Mr. Wei, had died of old age, and learned that Xia Changyuan was looking for him.
Xia Po had no doubts about Master Wei's death, after all, he looked like he was about to die every day.
Isn't it a bit outrageous for Xia Yuanyuan to find him?
It's still early in the morning, and he hasn't woken up yet. Xia Changyuan is going to see Mr. Wei?
Or is it Mr. Wei whom I went to meet last night?
Why do two old guys meet at night?
Could it be possible that the two of them...
That's too far.
No matter when I met Mr. Wei.
Shan Yue found out that Mr. Wei was dead, but there was no movement at all. He didn't even let him see Mr. Wei for the last time, but directly asked him to see him.
On this point, one cannot help but be suspicious.
Besides, these two people haven't seen each other for several months. Is this such a coincidence?
He had an extremely keen sense that this was something unusual.
But Mr. Wei's death is a good thing, at least he won't have to live in fear every day.
After arriving at Xia Yuanyuan's side, Xia Yuanyuan looked at Xia Po with a very complicated expression.
"Your master is gone."
After being silent for a long time, he finally said this.
Xia Po didn't know how to respond, so he nodded slowly.
"He's a very nice guy."
The word "good person" does not have any derogatory meaning in this world. It simply means describing a person who is particularly good.
But Mr. Wei has nothing to do with "good people". After all, he was in the world and killed God knows how many innocent warriors in order to save his own life.
But Xia Changyuan didn't lie, after all, he was from his perspective.
Master Wei would help him every time he asked for help, and even after he had crossed the river, he would still return to the world to help those friends.
Thinking from his perspective, Mr. Wei can be regarded as a person who values love and justice.
In comparison, he felt like a complete villain.
"Well, my master treats me like a son. Of course I know he is very good. But I haven't had time to mourn for my master. I don't know why the master of the family wants me."
There was another moment of silence.
Xia Changyuan slowly took out the strange thing that Mr. Wei had given him before from his sleeve.
This thing has been cleaned, but its appearance is still blood red.
The whole thing looks like a small round ball.
"Your master asked me to give this to you."
The moment he saw the small ball, Xia Po's eyes flashed with brightness.
But he quickly covered it up and showed a confused expression.
"I don't know what this is?"
"I don't know, maybe your master wants to leave it to you to think about."
In fact, Xia Changyuan studied the ball all night and found that it was ordinary and useless.
So that’s all I can think of.
After accepting the small ball, Xia Changyuan continued.
"Your master asked me to bury him secretly in a place before he died, so you don't have to worry about it. You can move into your master's yard from now on."
In this way, Xia Po's residence changed from the small room to a large courtyard.
Looking at this familiar courtyard, he suddenly felt strange for some reason.
After everything was settled and the night was quiet, Xia Po took out the small ball.
Xia Changyuan couldn't recognize this thing, but he could.
Isn’t this a blood race?
The blood type is something that belongs to the world of cultivation, and it is also something that belongs to the demonic monks. It is neither common nor rare.
If you want to get a blood seed, you need to find a mortal with extremely strong vitality and stuff a strange insect into his body.
This bug will continue to absorb the person's life force, and then build a nest inside the body, forming a circular shape.
So to put it bluntly, blood species are just insect eggs.
During this period, this mortal will feel great pain all the time.
In order to prevent the person who was planted with the blood seed from committing suicide, those demonic monks would specially keep this person in captivity until the blood seed takes shape and then kill him!
This sounds scary, but in the world of cultivation, especially those of demonic cultivators, it is a normal thing.
The purpose of the blood seed is also very simple. It is to carry it with you. After a hundred years, you will be the owner of the insect when it waits for the insect to break through the circular nest.
As for the strength of the bugs, it all depends on luck.
When he was playing games before, he walked through the magic cultivator stream and met a monk who specialized in fighting with insects.
This monk himself only has the cultivation level of the Foundation Establishment Stage, but he has several bugs with the cultivation level of the Golden Core Stage, making him extremely powerful.
It can be seen that he spent all his time on cultivating insects.
So Xia Po is still very interested in such a thing, but it's only a hundred years old, so let's sprinkle some water on it.
Maybe a very good insect will be discovered by then, which will also provide an extra guarantee for entering the world of cultivation in the future.
But this is something Master Wei gave to himself. Why does he have something of this level?
First rule out that he is a demonic monk.
It is impossible for a demonic monk to hang out in the mortal world for so long.
Then there is only one possibility: this blood seed was planted in him by a demonic monk.
And I don’t know how he did it, just escaped from under the nose of a demonic monk!
Although this incident is a bit unbelievable, Xia Po knows that the world is so big that anything can happen.
If you think about it carefully, you may have a very exciting life as a master.
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For feudal society, there was a very important day for ordinary people, and that was the imperial examination.
The Tianyuan Dynasty also had imperial examinations, which were held every five years.
On this day, countless children from poor families came to Beijing to take the exam, and many of them could not afford to eat or stay in hotels.
It's still winter, and sleeping outside can freeze you to death.
Xia Changyuan, the head of the Xia family, in order to express himself, specially built a place in the Xia family for these students to stay.
They also thoughtfully prepared hot soup and a stove to heat them up.
In fact, it is very wise to do this, as it will ensure that some big shot will emerge from among these people.
In the future, they might still be able to remember the kindness the Xia family gave them today. Although the chance is small, they can't lose anything.
Naturally, it was impossible for these outsiders to live in the inner courtyard, so they were all arranged in the outer courtyard.
So Xia Po saw a group of people wearing long coarse cloths and full of poems and songs walking around in the outer courtyard.
It is now the twelfth year of Chi Yuan, and it has been twelve years since he emphasized culture over martial arts.
I still remember that when he first came here, poetry culture was not very popular, but now it has become the mainstream of the mainstream.
Everything is inferior, only reading is superior!
When they saw Xia Po dressed as a warrior, they all cast disdainful glances.
But the next second, their disdainful gazes turned into admiration.
This was not because Xia Po had done anything, but because a man was slowly walking towards Xia Po.
"Xia Po, you are here, look what is this? The twelfth year of spring!"
The person who came was an uncle, one holding two bottles of wine in one hand, and the other holding a little girl.
"Hey, Liu Anran, which unlucky guy did you get this from?"
Yes, he is the thirty-eight-year-old Liu Anran, and the little girl he is holding is his third child.
Looking at Liu Anran, these scholars looked at him with admiration.
"This is the number one pick five years ago, Liu Anran!"
Liu Anran ignored the looks of these people and dragged Xia Po into the courtyard.
This scene left the scholars present stunned.
Why would a dignified number one scholar get so close to a reckless man?