Patriarch out of coffin

Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at Zhou Xiaoxian with his legs crossed and eyes closed, Xia Yi recalled a past event.

At the beginning of time traveling, after he figured out the principle of comprehending the Holy Soul in the Holy Soul Continent, he made numerous attempts to comprehend the Holy Soul on his own, which seemed inexplicable to others.

But just like when he was old and gray-haired, it would only be useful if he wrote down a turtle's life span. It doesn't mean that he could use it as a teleporting holy soul if he wrote "We share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart". The number of holy souls he successfully comprehended was not too many, but not many.

Cutting through walls to steal light is the first one.

Later, the young third brother found a sweetheart and fell in love with the legitimate daughter of the Song family of another prince family. However, the eldest mother refused to pay him a betrothal gift, so Xia Yi gave him the money he had cut out of the wall as a betrothal gift and came to propose marriage.

In other words, the Song family in Lieyang City is likely to be related to his Xia family, and they are related by marriage to each other for dozens of generations.

Of course, this is not absolute. After all, over hundreds of years, anything can happen.

And it wasn't just the third sister-in-law's Song family who was able to cut through the wall and steal the Holy Soul.

The act of selling books is just asking for directions.

It’s best to have something to gain, or nothing to gain.

"Cast the net wide, and those who are willing will take the bait." Xia Yi murmured, recalling the long conversation with Zhou Feng last night.

"Hmm..."

At this time, a soft cry came from the side.

The dark eyes are like stars.

Zhou Xiaoxian's big eyes flashed suddenly, feeling a different world from before.

Everything became clearer than before, the lines on the tables and chairs a few meters away, the moths fluttering under the light outside the window, the wrinkles on Xia Yi's face next to her...

"How do you feel? The newly promoted two-star Tianxuan and Zhou Xiaoxian are little beauties?" Xia Yi asked with a smile.

Zhou Xiaoxian's expression was stagnant. Teacher, what you said is so strange and frivolous...but unexpectedly interesting. She slowly smiled:

"It feels good, thank you teacher!"

"Every time the three souls gather together, it is a sublimation of the soul. In the next few days, your physique and the power of the holy soul will improve rapidly... These holy academies must have talked about it, right?"

Zhou Xiaoxian said humbly: "Yes!"

"Well, have the teachers from the Holy Academy planned a plan for you to use your soul aperture?"

Zhou Xiaoxian shook his head: "No, the Holy Academy only provides learning methods for universal holy souls, and suggested that we imprint low-star holy souls in the early stage. As for the future, it depends on our own opportunities."

Xia Yi laughed: "It seems that I am your opportunity, teacher. You will use me to plan for you in the future. Of course, if you have a favorite goal, remember to tell the teacher."

"Well! Speaking of which, why do you cut through walls to steal light? And how did you teach it to me directly?"

Zhou Xiaoxian said curiously.

"It's not like his Song family's originality to cut through walls and steal light, so why can't I learn it?" Xia Yi replied: "As for how to teach you directly, it involves the advanced use of the Holy Soul."

"The level of monks ranges from one star to seven stars, and the mastery of the holy soul is also divided into one star and seven stars.

Five-star mastery of the Holy Soul, summoning for blessing, can summon the shadow of the Holy Soul, greatly improving the effect of the Holy Soul. Six-star mastery, summoning for sowing, can be easily passed on, and can also...shoot from a distance!"

"Six-star mastery? Six-star?!"

Zhou Xiaoxian stood up abruptly. His strength, which had just been promoted and was not adapted to the increase, made the bed emit a harsh scream. He said in surprise: "It is extremely difficult to master the Holy Soul beyond one's own cultivation. Teacher, are you a six-star Kaiyang strongman? Really?

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"Shh~ keep a low profile, maybe after some time, you will find that I am actually the King of Seven Stars." Xia Yi raised his index finger to his mouth, then suddenly seemed to feel something, and tilted his head to look out the window.

"The second fish has also bitten the hook. I wonder if there is what I am looking for, coveting Zhou Xiaoxian and the rightful owner of the Xia family inheritance!"

…

In Zhoujia Village, Dingshan, who successfully got on the last track carriage, entered the village in the dark.

It was already dark, and no villagers were staying on the road. Dingshan turned around half a circle and found no suitable person to talk to. Instead, he saw a collapsed house. He looked at it for a moment, slightly surprised.

"This trace... is there fresh blood on the ground? What happened?" He bent down and turned over the bricks and tiles of the collapsed house.

Woof! Woof woof!!

At this moment, a fierce barking of a dog suddenly came. Not far away, Zhou Yi ran quickly, holding a torch in one hand and holding the dog in the other.

"Don't move! Thief?!"

Dingshan was stunned for a moment, then quickly threw away the bricks in his hand, stood up and raised his hands and said: "No, I was passing by and saw an abandoned house here, so I stopped. Brother, is this your house?"

He took a closer look and saw that the other person's forehead was still covered with faintly bloody gauze, "Brother, your head was also injured because of it?"

"Passing by?" Zhou Yi shined a light with a torch and asked warily: "Where are you going so late?"

Dingshan had already done his homework.

"Go to Lujia Village next door."

"Oh... then go quickly and don't move around in my house." Zhou Yi said.

"Don't rush people away. Brother, can I ask you for a drink of water? Speaking of which, is this really your house? How did it become like this?"

"Being gored by a mad cow." Zhou Yi looked a little heartbroken when he talked about this. Seeing the other person looking at his forehead curiously, he shook his head and said:

"My head is not, this is..."

As he spoke, he looked up at the sky, paused, his eyes were dull, and suddenly he knelt down with a pop!

"Brother, what are you doing?" Dingshan looked confused. Why did he suddenly give such a big gift?

"I didn't kneel to you! Look at the clouds in the sky, which are rolling in layers, vaguely in the shape of a giant dragon. It's a Hushuo scene that is rare to see in a hundred years! Kneel down with me and kowtow to the dragon-shaped cloud a hundred times. Father,

God will surely bless us so that we will have smooth sailing from now on and will not be troubled by any disease or disaster!"

Are you crazy? The sky is so dark, where are the clouds rolling up to you like a giant dragon?

Dingshan opened his mouth wide and looked up at the sky blankly. Suddenly, he suddenly lost his consciousness and knelt down.

…

The next morning.

Lieyang City, General's Mansion.

Feng Mo was calm, his fists and feet were like the wind, hitting the wooden stake in front of him with bang bang, until his whole body was soaked with sweat, then he slowly withdrew his fists, exhaled turbid air, and took the handkerchief handed by the maid.

"Sir, Dingshan is back, and he's also injured." The beautiful maid took the opportunity to say.

"Injured?" Feng Mo was startled and said with some displeasure: "Let him come over."

A few seconds later, Ding Shan, whose forehead was stained with blood, walked to Feng Mo and said respectfully: "I found it, young master. The old man suddenly appeared in Zhoujia Village yesterday, but..."

"Let's not talk about this for now." Feng Mo waved his hand: "What's going on with your head?"

Dingshan paused and said, "Thank you, Master, for your concern. My brain is..."

As he spoke, he looked up at the sky, paused, his eyes were blank, and suddenly he fell to his knees with a pop!

Feng Mo: "Huh? What mistake did you make?"

"I did not make a mistake, I am not kneeling to you! Young Master, look at the clouds in the sky, which are rolling in layers, vaguely in the shape of a giant dragon. It is actually a Hushuo scene that is rare to see in a hundred years! Kneel down with me and look at this dragon-shaped

If we bow down to the cloud a hundred times, Father God will definitely bless us and let us have smooth sailing from now on and not be troubled by any disease or disaster!"

Feng Mo was stunned and looked up at the sky.

Phew! He also knelt on the ground, kowtowing to the sky with Dingshan, loudly!

The beautiful maid's face turned pale, and she wanted to help and stop her, but she heard Feng Mo say: "Xiaoyu, look at the sky, these clouds are rolling in layers..."