In the study, except for Shadow Six and Shadow Thirteen, all the people staring at the portrait showed incredible expressions.

Qingyan opened his mouth, wanting to speak and stopped, but finally said, "What's that...... Shadow Six: Are you sure you drew it right? ”

Shadow Six put down his pen and said with wide eyes, "How can you make a mistake?" My drawing skills are very good! ”

This is the truth, in order to be able to become a more perfect scout, Ying Liu's calligraphy and painting are all under the guidance of Yancheng masters, not to mention the true inheritance of famous artists, but at least one portrait is not a problem.

Qingyan thought for a while: "That...... Is that you misremembering the look? ”

Qingyan still couldn't believe that the Blood Rakshasa in the forbidden land could be the face on the portrait.

In fact, Shadow Thirteen was also surprised, however, he has been with Shadow Six for many years, and knows Shadow Six's ability better than anyone else, after ordinary people have seen a person's face, it is difficult to recall it accurately when they close their eyes, but Shadow Six is not, he has received special training, as long as he wants, he can remember any face he has seen.

Moon Hook scratched his head: "Why do I think he's so familiar?" ”

Qingyan said: "Nonsense! Of course it's familiar! We've seen someone who looks like him, have you forgotten? ”

"Oh." Moon Hook didn't remember.

However, the head of the Sikong family on the side was stunned: "How could it be him?" ”

Hearing his words, Ying Liu looked at Yan Jiuchao, and then looked at him: "Master Sikong, do you know this person?" ”

The head of the Sikong family didn't rush to answer Ying Liu's words, but looked at Yan Jiuchao on the side: "Jiuchao, do you think he is familiar?" ”

"Familiar." Yan Jiuchao said.

Grandma was also familiar, but unlike the rest of the people present, he had not seen a person similar to the Blood Rakshasa before, but had seen a portrait of this person in the library of Sikong's house.

The head of the Sikong family stared at the portrait for a long time, and Fang sighed and said: "If my guess is correct, he is the last head of the Sang family, and he is also the ancestor of the Sang family, Sang Qiuhan." ”

When Qingyan and Yueyan strayed into the forbidden land of the Sang family for the first time, they had seen the head of the Sang family and the saintess after the disguise, and the reason why the moon hook and Qingyan felt familiar was because the blood rakshasa on the portrait was very similar to the head of the Sang family that night except for the older ones.

Shadow Six and Shadow Thirteen turned back to the forbidden place this time, and Shadow Thirteen also saw the face of the Sang family master, but Shadow Six, who was blocked by him, did not see it, so Shadow Six did not know that his portrait collided with the Sang family master.

As for Yan Jiuchao, he went to the Sang family openly and dealt with the head of the Sang family.

Yan Jiuchao's gaze fell on the portrait, thoughtful.

Shadow Six asked curiously, "How can this be?" Did the Sang family turn their ancestor into a blood rakshasa? No, no, listening to the head of the Sang family, he did it voluntarily! This ancestor, is he crazy? Why did he make himself inhuman, ghostly? Isn't it good to live well? Do you have to be a Blood Rakshasa? ”

This doubt, I'm afraid that only the head of the Sikong family can answer it for everyone, everyone looked at the head of the Sikong family, expecting him to answer their questions, the head of the Sikong family himself did not expect such a thing to happen.

The secret refining of the high-level Shura King is enough to make people jaw-dropping, and then it was revealed that he had raised Yin Gu and Blood Rakshasas, and the head of the Sikong family felt that his lifelong knowledge had been consumed in the Sang family, but who expected that now he had revealed an even more bizarre truth - the ancestor of the Sang family had refined himself into a Blood Rakshasa!

But it is not necessarily true to say that there is no warning.

The head of the Sikong family remembered what his father had mentioned with the elders of the Sikong family when he was young: "That was when the ancestor was young, the ancestor was a martial idiot, and so was Sang Qiuhan, both of whom were the proud sons of the family in the family, however, the Sang family at that time was not as strong as it is now, Sang Qiuhan could only accompany the ancestor as a companion, the ancestor was young and frivolous, and inevitably did not listen to the teachings of Mr. and Master, but every time he made a mistake, Sang Qiuhan received it on his behalf." ”

Speaking of this, the head of the Sikong family set his eyes on the Yan Jiu Dynasty: "I heard that the royal family of the Central Plains is also like this. ”

Yan Jiuchao snorted.

The children of the royal family are noble, how can there be a reason to be whipped and sticked? But it doesn't work if it's not punished, so there is a matter of being punished by the companion reader.

The head of the Sikong family said: "The ancestor is not the only one who reads Sang Qiuhan, but he has been punished the most, not for anything else, just because he is the lowest one among several people, I think, this has buried a little hidden danger in the early stage." ”

Shadow Six said with a sigh: "Just because of this, he refined himself into a Blood Rakshasa? ”

The head of the Sikong family shook his head: "This is all a trivial matter, Sang Qiuhan has good qualifications, in that generation, except for the ancestor, almost no one can tie with him, you must know that everyone else has the support of the family, secretly invited the master, opened a small stove, Sang Qiuhan is really relying on his own practice, gradually, he got the weight of the masters, the masters taught him more and more martial arts, and those children of the family are becoming more and more his opponents, but there is one person, he can never beat." ”

"Sikong Ancestor?" Shadow Six asked.

The head of the Sikong family nodded: "That's right, I said before, the ancestor is a martial idiot, and so is Sang Qiuhan, in terms of diligence, the ancestor is not as good as Sang Qiuhan, but sometimes, the gap in talent is not something that can be made up by hard work, Sang Qiuhan always refuses to admit that he is inferior to others, he thinks that he has lost in resources, he is not the son of the Sikong family, so the masters will still have reservations about him when they teach him." ”

"That'...... In fact, there are no reservations? Kageroku asked again.

"Of course there are reservations." The main road of the Sikong family.

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched, and they said that they didn't lose in resources?

The head of the Sikong family said: "After all, he is not a member of the Sikong family, and some things cannot be easily passed on, but the ancestor has always been generous, and when Sang Qiuhan told him that he just lost because he had no good exercises, the ancestor taught him the secret of longevity." ”

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched again, he was really an old man...... I can't describe it.

The head of the Sikong family continued: "It is worth mentioning that at that time, the ancestor was still young and had not yet understood the secret of immortality, and he could only practice the first level, so Sang Qiuhan would lose to him, not in the exercises. Sang Qiuhan went back to practice the longevity technique, and found that he couldn't practice it, so he suspected that the ancestor had given him a set of fake exercises. You must know that this set of exercises is not even practiced by the descendants of our Sikong family, let alone an outsider, the ancestor was kind enough to make people donkey liver and lungs, and then Sang Qiuhan suffered internal injuries, and he suspected that it was caused by the fake exercises given to him by the ancestor, and since then, Sang Qiuhan has hated the ancestor.

Sang Qiuhan practiced martial arts hard, the ancestor practiced for an hour, he practiced for two hours, three hours, a few years have passed, Sang Qiuhan's martial arts have indeed made great progress, but he is still not the opponent of the ancestor, Sang Qiuhan was jealous and became a demon, sneaked into the library of Sikong's house, and stole the exercises set by Sikong's family as a top secret.

To be honest, I haven't seen that set of exercises either, the Sikong family has ancestral teachings, and all the children of the Sikong family can't practice it. I used to wonder what it was, but now, I seem to understand something. It was that set of exercises that turned Sang Qiuhan into a blood rakshasa! ”

"The culprit is Sikong's family......" Qingyan raised his eyebrows.

The head of the Sikong family smiled bitterly: "Our Sikong family has kept it for many years, and has always followed the ancestral teachings, and no one has cultivated it, Sang Qiuhan has a wrong heart, is this also the fault of my Sikong family?" ”

Qingyan muttered: "But you Sikong family always want to marry a saint, and you are not a good bird!" ”

The head of the Sikong family choked.

To be honest, the Sikong clan in the past dynasties has indeed married many holy women, but they can be forced to marry...... Only his grandfather is such an old fool, his grandfather has indeed committed unforgivable sins, and he has repeatedly repented before he dies, he is sorry for the Lan Yi Holy Maiden, sorry for the Lan family, but what is the use? People can't be resurrected after death, and there is no going back.

"Old accounts will be discussed later." Yan Jiuchao opened his mouth lightly, "Since the Blood Rakshasa is the cultivation of the Sikong family's exercises, how can the Sikong family deal with it?" ”

"Not really." The head of the Sikong family shook his head regretfully, perhaps, it was precisely because the Blood Rakshasa was too powerful and could not be suppressed that the ancestors did not allow future generations to cultivate it, "The longevity formula can restrain one or two, but ...... Once the ancestor of the Sang family becomes the Rakshasa King, I am afraid that even the longevity formula will be helpless. ”

Yan Jiuchao's slender jade-like fingertips tapped lightly on the table a few times: "All things are mutually reinforcing, and the Blood Rakshasa must have its weaknesses." ”

A flash of inspiration flashed in Qingyan's mind: "Aren't we having a little rakshasa here?" Try it, won't you be able to find out the weakness of the Blood Rakshasa? ”

Shadow Six said: "How do you try?" ”

A quarter of an hour later, Qingyan came over with a large pile of sharp and cold torture instruments, and there were several large bottles of poison above the torture tools.

Shadow Six picked up an iron hook and a sharp dagger, and said unbearably, "Wouldn't it be too much to torture a child with these things?" ”

Qingyan didn't speak, and looked at Shadow Thirteen on the side, Shadow Thirteen stared at it: "It's not a child, it's an evil thing, and an evil thing is inhuman." ”

The little Rakshasa swinged alone for a while, not daring to let Yan Jiuchao find out, and before Yan Jiuchao returned to the courtyard, he flashed back to his house and tied himself with a black iron chain.

The two sleeping Shura kings woke up, and their first reaction was to go to see the little rakshasa, and when they saw that it was still there, they breathed a long sigh of relief, and when they saw that it was dark, it was time for it to eat, so they took out a bottle from their arms, poured a few blood pills and threw them on the ground, and then strode out.

It's time for them to eat, too.

The little Rakshasa jumped off the stool with the black iron chain, opened his small mouth to eat the blood pill on the ground, and suddenly, there was a haha laugh from the courtyard next door, and the little Rakshasa was stunned, broke free from the black iron chain and flashed out.

The little black eggs played all afternoon, and their stomachs were growling with hunger.

Yu Wan let the kitchen prepare food, it is their favorite Fu Yuanzi, although it is not as authentic as Nanzhao, but it looks exquisite, and the little black eggs like it very much.

"I want two bowls!" Xiaobao said.

"I want three bowls!" Erbao said.

I want four bowls! Dabao said in his heart.

"It's two bowls." Yu Wan corrected Xiaobao angrily and funny, and glanced at a few little guys, "I have to eat dinner in a while, don't eat too much." ”

After that, she filled a small bowl for each of the three little black eggs, took a small wooden spoon and put it in it, and said softly: "Just out of the pot, beware of the hot." ”

The stool was a little high, and the three little black eggs climbed awkwardly for a long time before they finally climbed up, and then, the three of them sat in rows, grabbed the small wooden spoon, and whirred while stirring.

The little rakshasa leaned out of the door, poked out a small head, opened blood-red eyes, and looked at the three little black eggs without blinking...... Bowl in hand.

Xiaobao couldn't bear it the most, scooped a small spoonful, couldn't wait to bring it to his mouth, blew it twice, and then stuffed it into his mouth.

It's hot, it's hot!

Whew~

Little Rakshasa opened his mouth.

Erbao also scooped a spoonful: "Mother, blow." ”

Yu Wan blew twice and touched his head: "Okay, it's not hot." ”

"Hmm!" Erbao nodded, and fed a spoonful of delicious floating yuan seeds into his mouth, so delicious that his eyes narrowed.

This bowl of floating yuan is just a tooth sacrifice for the amount of food for the three little black eggs, and the three of them quickly finished eating, Yu Wan cleaned up the dried herbs in the backyard, and the three of them jumped down to the ground and staggered to find their mother.

There was no one in the room, and the little rakshasa flashed in and landed firmly on the chair.

It paused, and without knowing what to think, jumped down again, and climbed awkwardly as the little black eggs did.

It sat down, picked up the small wooden spoon that a little black egg had eaten, scooped it from the empty bowl, and brought it to its mouth, whirring~

Scooped it again, sent it to the side, waited for a while, as if someone was whirring for it, it nodded, and then fed the empty spoon to its mouth, tilted its little head, and pretended to eat.

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