"Well, send him to a place far away from Kyoto, and then give him a large sum of money to settle down there.
This is my prayer, as long as you agree, I can satisfy any of your requests."
After saying that, he handed Xia Po a silver note worth one thousand taels.
The reason why Xia Po was sent to him was actually because Xia Po was a warrior after all and could serve the purpose of protection on the road.
And Xia Changyuan believes that Xia Po is not as simple as it seems.
If something happens on the road, it can definitely be solved.
In fact, with the ability of the Xia family, it is possible to find a warrior more powerful than Xia Po.
However, firstly, the warriors found from outside are not safe, and secondly, the secret sending of Xia Sichou this time cannot be made known to outsiders.
So choosing Xia Po seems to be the most appropriate.
Hearing this, Xia Po shook his head.
"I don't need any promise from you. I grew up watching Xia Sichou, so I won't refuse this matter.
I wonder where the master of the family wants me to send Xia Sichou?"
"I don't know, and don't let me know. I'll leave this matter to you. You must send him to a far away place, and let him never come back to Kyoto.
You are the only one who knows about this matter. Please wait until you are sure that nothing bad will happen to the Xia family before you bring him back."
"Well, I understand, then I will resign first."
Xia Changyuan just kept staring at Xia Po until the other person's back completely disappeared from his eyes, then he sighed and remembered what Master Wei said before he died.
"What the emperor is doing now will definitely cause disaster one day, and maybe your Xia family will be saved from this disaster because of him.
"Brother Wei, Brother Wei, will the words you said before you die come true?"
He really made a desperate move this time, leaving such an important matter to an "outsider" like Xia Po.
In fact, it all depends on intuition!
So he himself didn't know whether what he did was wrong or right.
But this is the situation, and it can only be this way.
When Xia Po returned to his small yard, he found that Xia Sichou was already inside, sitting in Xia Po's pavilion, eating Xia Po's braised meat leisurely.
It seems that this kid has completely forgotten what happened to the Xia family this time.
After seeing Xia Po coming, this kid hurriedly came to Xia Po's side.
"What did my grandfather tell you? So mysterious?"
"What do you think it is?"
"have no idea."
Xia Po was a little speechless.
He patted Xia Sixou's head and said.
"Come in, let me tell you something."
When Xia Sichou knew that he was going to be sent away, his face was filled with shock.
Then he smiled contemptuously.
"Xia Po, your ability to joke is getting worse and worse. I have been deceived by you since I was a child. Do you think I will still be deceived by you?"
But after a long time, Xia Po still had a serious expression.
Now Xia Sixou understood that this might really be what his grandfather meant.
"Xia Po, I don't want to leave! Miss Qingqing from the Li family has promised to go shopping with me in the market for two days. I..."
Xia Po continued to give him a death stare.
"Okay, can you go say goodbye to a few friends before I leave?"
Xia Po is still staring at death.
"You have to let me take a good look at this place where I have lived for so many years before I leave, right?"
Xia Po did not stop staring at death.
"When are you leaving?"
"Now."
If something like this is delayed for a long time, you will be afraid of something unexpected happening, so the sooner the better.
He immediately prepared a carriage and left the city in the afternoon.
Although there are various signs that the Tianyuan Dynasty is almost over.
But at least we are still in the prosperous age now, and with the emphasis on culture over martial arts, there are fewer warriors, so we haven't encountered any problems along the way.
He sent Xia Sichou to a place called Changqing Valley, compensated him for a few days there, used his money to register him, and asked him to change his name and live there.
After careful consideration, he selected one of the several martial arts books that those in the world had given him before his death and gave it to Xia Sichou, and asked him to practice hard.
After all, only by being strong can you protect yourself, and you cannot count on others.
After leaving the body-refining prescription that Master Wei gave him back then, he left.
He can't stay with this guy all the time. After all, if a man wants to grow up, he must learn to face various things by himself.
If he died wandering outside alone, Xia Po might feel uncomfortable, but he would never blame himself.
Three more years passed in the blink of an eye, and it was Chi Yuan's fifteenth year.
Xia Po was walking on the street and saw many people gathered in one place looking at something.
He also walked over and wanted to join in the fun.
I saw a piece of paper posted on the wall, saying that the emperor was suffering from a strange disease. He had vomiting and diarrhea every day, and his body was covered with pustules. The imperial doctors had no way of treating it, and they were looking for a folk miracle doctor everywhere.
In response, Xia Po just shook his head.
"It seems that it won't be long before a new emperor is about to ascend the throne."
The current emperor is only in his thirties, a young man in his prime. He can suffer from such a strange disease. If someone else is not causing trouble, I would not believe that he would be beaten to death.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, an old man's voice came to his ears.
"Brother, be careful what you say. You can't say this kind of thing casually."
When he looked back, he saw an old man with a white beard and a stooped figure smiling at him.
There is a flag next to it with two lines of words written on it.
"The hexagram is Feng Yang, and there is no omission in the calculation."
Seeing Xia Po looking over, he narrowed his eyes.
"Brother, do you want to calculate the fortune? Even if you don't want to calculate it yourself, it is good to calculate the future for future generations."
You can tell at a glance that this kind of person is the kind of person who cheats money. Xia Po didn't feel cold at all, so he turned around and wanted to leave.
"I can see how handsome you are between your eyebrows, how bold you are in your steps, and how extraordinary your temperament is. Are you sure you don't want to spend a few small bucks to get it?"
The translation of this sentence is: "You are so handsome."
Hearing this, Xia Po stopped and looked back at the old guy.
Now he felt that this old guy didn't look like a liar.
With a smile on his face, he subconsciously looked at his panel properties.
But upon looking at it, he stood frozen on the spot.
All I saw was that the other party's panel was pitch black, and not even a hair could be seen clearly.
Moreover, whenever he tried to look at it forcefully, he would experience indescribable fainting in his brain.
When this happens, there is only one possibility, and that is that the opponent's strength is too much stronger than yours!
And now that he is innate, even if he looks at a grandmaster, he can at least see a name, right?
But when I look at the other person, it's so dark that I can't even make out a single word. What does this mean?
He swallowed and realized that this unattractive old man might be a cultivator.
His brain was working rapidly at this moment, and it seemed that there were two choices before him.
One, ignore him and leave directly.
Second, ask him for fortune telling.
Choosing the first one, he was afraid that the other person would be angry.
As a mortal, what will happen if you anger a cultivator?
Anyway, when he was playing games, those cultivators, whether they were on the righteous path or the demonic path, didn't take mortal lives seriously.
But I can't say for sure.
Choosing the second one, he was afraid of what the other party could really figure out.
What kind of cultivation level does this monk have?
Qi training? Foundation building? Golden elixir? Nascent Soul?
He couldn't tell for sure. Although he most likely didn't have a high level of cultivation, if he was a monk with a high level of cultivation, he might be able to tell something about him.
What will happen once it is revealed that he is an immortal?
After weighing it again and again, he made a decision.