Wu Xuan hummed, and then walked into the steamed bun shop with the old man, put up a wooden branch, and hung up a suspension sign. These are just a few minutes.

The reason why there was no one was not that Xu Sanye's scolding scared them away, even if they ran away, they could see it in their eyes, but because they were all shocked by blood and didn't dare to open their eyes, and then the old man broke his own blood, so they hurriedly opened their eyes and looked, but there was nothing.

There was a suspension sign on the bun shop, Xu Sanye was nowhere to be found, and no one even saw the little beggar, the owner of the topic, they vaguely heard the sentence "I am his father" and then, there was no more.

Lying on the street was the strong man who was scared to death by Qi Yu, although he was not innocent of death, but it was still a little pitiful. Some ordinary townspeople who couldn't stand it dragged his body away.

No one is paying attention to this place, after all, where people have died, there is a taboo to die. They are all ordinary people, how can they not be afraid of death, not to mention that the blood will also die.

There was silence outside, and so was it in the bun shop. But this silence is obviously not a silence in an atmosphere, and it cannot be discussed together.

The former is silence in no one, while the latter is an environment for cultivation.

"Grandpa, why are you doing this?" Facing the old man's actions, the young man was a little unacceptable.

At this time, the old man was already in a state of terminal illness, and the aura of the previous strong man was gone, as if he was just an old man who was about to die.

He lay on the bed, holding Wu Xuan's hand, writing stroke by stroke, his mouth slightly open, and no words came out of his mouth.

In the moment he had just entered the house, the old man made an astonishing move, forcibly took out his blood qi seed, let Qi Yu swallow it, and instructed Wu Xuan to suppress this power.

The blood qi seed is a seed that will only bear fruit when it reaches the eighth stage of the blood ringing, it can store blood qi, form blood armor, and ......

Wu Xuan, who swallowed the seed, does not mean that he has the strength of the eighth stage of Ming Blood, if it is so easy, will there be no one in this world who does not become a blood person?

The blood seed can only be effective if it is formed by himself, but the old man gives him the ability to repair his body. And the loss of blood is equivalent to the death of the elderly.

The boy wept again, in one day, in one place, and twice in pain.

The words that the old man drew in his hand were connected together in a complete sentence.

"I have paved the road you are pursuing a short section ahead, and I beg you to promise me to go to the southern village of Huangquan, find a man and tell him that I am already gone, and there is no need to worry about it. ”

So far, the old man is also helping Wu Xuan to help to the end... No one knows how long the teenager, who had been evicted from his home and ended up on the streets, had been crying that night.

The old man left, and walked very peacefully.

But after that extreme sadness, the young man sat on the spot and laughed, and the half-immortal almost floated beside him, watching the color of the blood in his body change little by little.

"This son, I'm afraid that the future is promising, but unfortunately it's still too weak, and the strength of the blood here, even the lowest level of the Ghost Tentacle Shallow Cultivation Realm has not been reached, it's a pity. ”

However, Zhao Banxian knows that when a person has exhausted his tears, don't mess with him. He will go mad, he will go mad with reason, he will go madly with revenge, he will take revenge on all who make him and others suffer, and he will make the contempt, the contempt disappear forever from this world.

At that moment, it was as if he was dominating the world, and his path to true domination had just begun.

It was the old man in the shop, Huang Bugui, who opened the door for Wu Xuan to become a strong man, and it was he who saved Wu Xuan, this kindness is at least in the eyes of Zhao Banxian, and the latter will not know how to reciprocate.

"You said it's been the first few days, why haven't you opened the door yet?"

"Wait, today I have to eat this bun for everything, and here is also ...... Am I not hungry?"

"Could it be that Old Man Huang is dead?

"Phew, that little beggar doesn't know where to go, I guess he ran away!"

......

When the noise outside the bun shop was already non-stop, Wu Xuan happened to open his eyes, raised his head to look at the sky outside that had not yet lit up, and then he slowly moved down......

Then a helpless sigh came from the room, and then a figure rushed out of it and disappeared into the kitchen again.

"Alas, give it for free, give it for nothing, be a beggar, a cook?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a crackling sound in the kitchen, and I really couldn't understand why the pot could be moved when making steamed buns.

Immediately afterwards, a white-faced man ran out of it, coughing a few times from time to time, waving his white hand and shaking it with all his might. Qi Yu, who had just entered, was now white.

With a wave of the white face floating on his face, Wu Xuan shook his shoulders helplessly. When I think about his previous experiences, there is always a sense of irretrievable loss.

Wu Xuan's past is full of legends, because he was the youngest blood person in the entire Tang Emperor's fiefdom, condensed blood armor at the age of eight, and won the position of the first son of the recognition list in one fell swoop.

The so-called recognition list is the list of geniuses, all geniuses in the Tang Emperor's fiefdom can recognize the Tao on the list, Wu Xuan was a pseudonym Blood Emperor back then, and he squeezed into the list of confessions.

A pseudonym is the protection of geniuses, some people are happy and some are worried, who can be careless?

If you tell them about Wu Xuan is blood royal, these people from Wu County. Wu Xuan's genius name is enough to shake Wu Jun.

If a person grows up too demonic, then there will be a little more danger, and Wu Xuan will never forget the look on his smiling uncle when he smashed his blood.

His uncle laid him a vicious trap. It was precisely because of this trap that Wu Xuan was abolished with one move and became a beggar.

Family? What kind of family is this! If Wu Xuan can be given a choice, such people should not live, and they should be allowed to taste this feeling.

"Alas... has been a son-in-law for more than ten years, and now it has reached such a point, okay, okay, the hero doesn't mention the courage of the year. ”

"I don't know where this Huangquan Village is located, and there is only a village about Huangquan in the vicinity, so I will go to see it tomorrow to understand the wishes of the old man." ”

Wu Xuan muttered to himself. He already had the idea to go.

The reason why I haven't left for a few days is that I really don't know how to make a coffin.

As for the word Huangquan, it hovered in Zhao Banxian's mind almost all the time, and with his concept of Huangquan, it should be the resting place of the dead.

I wonder if there is the same meaning in this world?

In the setting, Wu Xuan has a space tripod ring, which is a storage belt for the tripod master when preparing something. Compared with ordinary space rings, the Ding ring has an advantage that can crush the rest of the ancient rings.

That's the life force. The Dingjie space can be put into living creatures, and this kind of anti-heaven act will inevitably have a time limit.

He quietly took out an object wrapped in rags from his bosom and slowly pulled the ring out of it.

It exudes a lustrous glow that gives it a feeling of extreme comfort.

This is Wu Xuan's best treasure, and it is something he is reluctant to pawn.