Xiajia Town has been established for thousands of years, the first head of the Xia family reached the realm of elite soul masters, and after feeling that he could not make a breakthrough, he married his wife and had children to establish a family, after nearly a thousand years of development, it is now a big family that dominates a radius of hundreds of miles and has hundreds of villages under its jurisdiction, and the ancestors have also produced characters who have surpassed the realm of elite soul masters, but because they provoked a powerful enemy, they have not had time to carry forward the Xia family and pass away, if it were not for the enemy's disdain to deal with the small Xia Family Town, I am afraid there would be no Xia Qingyang today.

Now the Xia family has two elite soul masters, one is Xia Qingyang's grandfather Xia Zhenjiang, and the other is his father Xia Feng, Xia Zhenjiang is more than two hundred years old, and there is little hope of breaking through again, but Xia Feng is not yet a hundred years old, he is a relatively young elite soul master, and there is still a lot of hope for advancing again, if he can go further, then Xia Jiazhen will also go further, and it is possible to develop into a small city or directly designate a city as a fief by the Buluo Dynasty.

Xia Feng not only has a high cultivation talent, but also has a set of family management, after taking office, Xiajia Town is well organized, although it is only a small town, its prosperity is no worse than a small city, there are markets, shops, trade shops, etc., if it is not for the scruples of not falling into the rules of the dynasty, and for fear of arousing the suspicion of the nearby big forces, with Xia Feng's ability, it is not impossible to develop Xiajia Town into a small city.

Ten years later, when he stepped into Xiajia Town again, Xia Qingyang felt a strange atmosphere, not because of the so-called hometown timidity, nor because of the great change in the appearance of Xiajia Town, but although the streets were still full of traffic and people came and went, there was a solemn atmosphere in the air.

In Xia Qingyang's impression of Xiajia Town, people see the most smiles on their faces, because Xia Feng's management of the villages in the jurisdiction is very relaxed, not only collecting less taxes, but also providing them with trading places, promoting exchanges in the region, and everyone's life is very nourishing.

But among the people he sees now, the ten ** have a gloomy face, as if they have just died in the family.

Xia Qingyang's appearance has changed a lot now, no one recognizes him, he pretends to be a foreigner, and takes the opportunity to ask for directions to secretly inquire a few words, but people are silent and refuse to say anything, as if they have encountered something very taboo.

Xia Qingyang felt inexplicably furious in his heart, and the closer he got to the family house, the more his eyelids jumped, and when he turned the corner and raised his eyes to see the gate of the largest mansion in Xiajia Town, his worry finally became a reality, and a blinking plain white banner was dancing in the wind on the gate.

Forcibly suppressing the bad speculation in his heart, Xia Qingyang quickened his pace and entered the mansion, rushing all the way into the lobby, which has now been arranged into a mourning hall, a golden silk nan wooden coffin is placed horizontally in the middle of the room, and there are people standing on both sides, with solemn expressions on their faces, but no one is crying.

After a quick glance, he didn't see his parents, Xia Qingyang was a little relieved, at least it showed that the person lying in the coffin was not one of his parents, nor was he a grandfather, but when he saw the second and third uncles standing in the innermost, as well as their wives and children, he was not only puzzled: In addition to these core members of the family, who else in the family is worthy of such a large burial?

Although there was suspicion in his heart, Xia Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief, and his steps slowed down, it is better not to be too reckless on this occasion, but the people in the room have already discovered his arrival, and the second uncle Xia He, who was standing inside, frowned slightly, raised his eyebrows, and said in a deep voice: "Qingyang?"

Xia Qingyang has not returned home for ten years, and many people have not recognized him, and after Xia He said it, he vaguely saw that the young man in front of him really had a little shadow of the little scourge back then.

"Well, second uncle, I'm back. It's—"

Xia Qingyang walked forward as he spoke, his eyes fell on the coffin, swept the face of the person in it, and his body shook at the moment, and he froze directly.

After a while, "Father!-" Xia Qingyang roared and pounced, his brain was blank, he left home for ten years, and what he saw on the first day he returned was his father's corpse, no matter how he grew up in the past ten years, he couldn't withstand this sudden blow.

"Don't spoil your uncle's appearance. ”

A young man who looked somewhat similar to Xia He suddenly rushed out and grabbed Xia Qingyang, his face was heavy, but there was no sadness in his eyes.

"Get out-" Xia Qingyang couldn't listen to any words at this time, shook his hand and opened the young man's arm, threw himself in front of the coffin, reached out and grabbed his father Xia Feng's arm, and the other hand touched Xia Feng's face, and the cold feeling came, making Xia Qingyang, who was almost out of control, a little sober.

"You!" The face of the young man who was thrown away sank, his eyes were slightly cold, and he was about to make a move, but fortunately, Xia He took the first step to hold him and shook his head at him, so he gave up, but his eyes looked at Xia Qingyang with disdain and anger.

After a long time, Xia Qingyang wiped away his tears, adjusted his breathing, and turned back to Xia He and said, "Second uncle, what's going on?"

Xia He sighed and said, "I can't say a word or two, Qingyang, since you're back, let's give your father a wake first, and I'll talk about other things later." ”

"Why didn't you tell me if something happened to my father?" Xia Qingyang raised his eyebrows, suddenly remembered something, turned his head to look around, and frowned: "What about my mother? Why is she not here?"

"Why is she here?Can anyone enter the Xia family's mourning hall?" said the young man who was thrown away by Xia Qingyang angrily.

"Xia Qingyou! Xia Qingyang was furious and yelled at the young man.

"What if I say it again? That woman is just a mourning star who was expelled from the mountain gate, and now that her husband has died, you were expelled from the family probably because of her inheritance, right, such a woman is also worthy of entering the Xia Family Spirit Hall?" Xia Qingyou was robbed of the limelight by Xia Qingyang before, and she was also bullied by this cousin, leaving a shadow on her young heart, how could she not take the opportunity to retaliate at this time, and the words she said were very vicious.

"I'll fuck your mother!" Where can Xia Qingyang endure it? He doesn't know soul skills, but his martial arts skills are good, and he rushed forward with his fists.

"I'm afraid you won't make it?" Xia Qingyou didn't flinch, rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward, scolding viciously: "Do you think this is still the time when someone protected you? Your good days in the Xia family are over!"

"That's enough!" Xia He snorted, raised his hand and pushed into the void, and an invisible force blocked Xia Qingyang who rushed over, this force was invisible and invisible, and the momentum sank vigorously, Xia Qingyang was kicked back by the shock, if it weren't for martial arts, he would even hit the coffin behind him.

It was easy for him to stabilize his body, but his eyes were as cold as frost, staring at Xia Qingyou, who was cursing to himself, like a beast that chose people to devour.

"Give me a good watch! Xia He snorted, glanced at Xia Qingyang deeply, turned around and walked out of the mourning hall, and the rest of the people also dispersed, when Xia Qingyou passed by Xia Qingyang's side before leaving, he said in a low voice: "Brother, no one is protecting you anymore, this Xia family will be mine in the future, don't fight with me, otherwise you will go to reunite with your uncle soon." After saying that, he smiled ruthlessly and left haughtily.

Xia Qingyang was silent for a long time, slowly released his clenched fist, his nails had pinched out the blood marks on his palm, he put away his thoughts, turned around and knelt in front of the coffin, first knocked his head nine times, and then fell on the ground and cried bitterly.

In the impression that his father was very strict with him, he was not afraid of the sky and the earth when he was a child, and he was not even afraid of the grandfather who was feared by everyone, but he was only a little afraid of this unsmiling father, who left home at the age of six and could not understand his father's inner emotions, until he grew up in the village, and heard some villagers talk about his father, and his impression of his father gradually became richer, but it was just in addition to the majestic image, adding an image of the head of the Xia family, as the image of the father has never been complete.

But the family affection that blood is thicker than water cannot be abandoned, so when he suddenly saw that his father had passed away, the grief in his heart came naturally and deeply, the tears gradually dried up, and the cry gradually became hoarse, Xia Qingyang was still lying motionless on the ground, desperately searching for the bits and pieces of the year in his mind, but he could only barely make up an unclear picture.

For a whole day, Xia Qingyang didn't eat or drink, he kept a posture on the ground and didn't move, during which people from the family came to bring him food, and some persuaded him to leave to rest, but he didn't hear it.

Until the evening, the courtyard gradually quieted down, Xia Qingyang got up and came to the coffin, carefully looked at his father's remains, although his face was pale, he still did not lose his majesty, and in a trance, he seemed to be reprimanding him with a straight face.

"Father, I don't dare anymore. Xia Qingyang muttered in a low voice.

Suddenly footsteps sounded, Xia Qingyang frowned, who would come here so late? Could it be his mother? Thinking of this, he suddenly looked up and saw a woman tiptoeing against the wall and sneaking in, but it was not his mother Zhu Ruyun.

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