"The sky is clear and the earth is peaceful, and the river is bingling... Drum three links, all gods listen to ...", while speaking, Xu Xuan's sleeve robe took out the twelve spirit chess pieces made of thunderbolt wood in his hand, and suddenly looked at the recitation, Zhao Xiaoyun was bored, and suddenly heard the tea mixed with water outside the shed and reprimanded loudly: "Child, play aside, don't pollute the water in the basin." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info", I looked sideways, but saw that Jill was squatting on the ground with his back on his back, playing next to a clay pot with drinking water in front of the water stove outside the tea shed, and there were a lot of groundwater stains, which was Jill's masterpiece. Suddenly reprimanded, he must have been scared, but when he saw Jill get up at that time, he ran back to the tea shed with a smoke, Jill looked pitiful and sought refuge in front of him, Zhao Xiaoyun couldn't help but smile and stretched out his hand, hugged him on his lap and sat down.

"Gains and losses, but the hexagram is pushed, hope that the saint will show retribution...", after reciting, Xu Xuan opened his eyes, and threw the twelve spiritual chess pieces on the table, and the chess pieces rolled on the table, when it was a trick, Jill couldn't help but lean over excitedly, stretched out his hand on the table to grab the chess, Xu Xuan's hands could not protect it, but he saw that with Ji'er stirring the chess, the hexagram on the table changed greatly.

"Providence, providence, boy, I look at your face, it was not long before the disaster of blood and light, and his life was worried, but how could I expect that this child had no intention of reaching out, but at this time the hexagram was "Wind Mountain Gradually"...", looking at the hexagram, his heart sighed, Xu Xuan suddenly looked at Jill opposite with blazing eyes, shook his head and said: "This child is so young, a pair of hands can turn the clouds and rain and decide people's fate, boy, tell me quickly, who is this child's surname?"

"Uncle is good at laughing, you know astronomy and geography, the people of the rivers and lakes call Xu Xian, how can this child have a name and live in your old man's house?", determined that Xu Xuan was no more than a warlock in the rivers and lakes, Xu Xuan's words were mysterious, and when he saw Ji'er's hands full of oil stains, he didn't understand where the oil stains came from, Zhao Xiaoyun frowned and wiped Ji'er's little hands, and did not forget to joke and praise in his mouth.

"I see that this son was born with a full heavenly court, a round pavilion, beautiful eyebrows, and eyes like a Danfeng," Fang Cai didn't pay attention, at this moment, looking at Ji'er, he was shocked that he was a big abnormal person, and he didn't care about Zhao Xiaoyun's ridicule, Xu Xuan was just counting his fingers: "If the calculation is good, I expect that this son will be a very human minister one day..."

"Isn't this kid my brother's lost son?!", Xu Xuan's words were still unfinished, but he saw a man in a blue robe and a sword hanging from his waist suddenly entered the shed, and said in surprise at the table, this person is elegant, about thirty years old, except for Zhao Xiaoyun, who has been waiting for a long time, Xiahou Wei is no one else. "Boy, you dare to kidnap my nephew's black-hearted cook?!", Xiahou Wei returned home, from the foresight Jier in Zhao Xiaoyun's arms, intuitive familiarity, at this time, close to the front, seeing that the nephew is not bad, excited, eyes cold to Zhao Xiaoyun, Xiahou Wei eyebrows upside-down, suddenly angry and said: "My brother has already had a document portrait here, boy, you can't rely on it, and wait for me to send you to see the official." Seeing this, Zhao Xiaoyun immediately raised his hand and waved his arm, Xiahou Wei was born as a scholar and had a weak physique, how could he not help Zhao Xiaoyun to block hard, he stumbled under his feet, his body looked out, and he crashed into the pillar.

"What a thief! In broad daylight, he dared to beat people. Xiahou Wei was furious and drew his sword, the sword teak wood was the box, the horse leather sheath, the hilt was pitch black, inserted in the sheath, it was inconspicuous, but the clinker, the sword was out of the box, but the cold light was like electricity, shocking, and people did not dare to look at it for a while.

In the Spring and Autumn Period, the cadre general, the son of Mo Evil avenged his father, the queen of Chu, the divine soldier Mo Evil was displaced in the world, to the Han Dynasty, but it fell into the hands of the Yichun Xiahou clan, and as a family heirloom, passed down from generation to generation, Mo evil passed on to Xiahou Wei's generation, and it has gone through no less than ten generations, because the Xiahou clan has been adhering to the ancestral teachings for generations, and the origin of Mo evil is as secretive as the provenance, and it is rare to show the divine soldiers, so far, not to mention outsiders, even Xiahou Wei's family miscellaneous servants, do not know that the young master never leaves a shabby sword on weekdays, it is the legendary divine soldier Mo Evil Sword.