Chapter Seventy-One: The Solo Show Begins
This strange script is, as expected, the script of some other country.
But in this mundane world, there are thousands of dynasties and countries, large and small.
A small half of them have their own scripts and languages, that is, there may be hundreds of scripts in this world.
And he knew one, that is, the writing of the Tianyuan Dynasty.
In that case, this piece of paper is useless now, so I'll put it aside and investigate it later.
In addition to this paper, there is also a small round cake that is less than the size of a palm.
The round cake is a box, and when you open the box, you can smell a delightful aroma, and inside it is a white paste.
After making sure that the contents were not poisonous, Xia Luo wiped a little bit of the unknown paste on his hand and observed it carefully.
The more he looked at it, the more familiar he felt about it, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.
"Hiss......"
It's the worst feeling, I feel like I know what this thing is, but I just can't remember it.
Could it be that your memory has deteriorated?
It doesn't make sense.
Although he has lived in this world for so long, his body is still sixteen years younger, and his memory is very good.
After thinking about his memories after coming to this world again, Xia Lu was still a little confused.
Isn't that what you know about when you come into this world?
But you knew this thing before you came into this world?
First of all, it was the thing you saw in that game, but that doesn't mean you saw it in the previous world?
So, he began to search his mind for memories of before coming to this world, and in less than a moment he thought of something.
He looked at the paste inside the small round cake and twitched.
"Cooling oil?"
That's right, this thing is actually similar to the cool oil of the previous world.
In retrospect, when I was playing a game, I once got something called Dan Pi, which was very similar to Cool Oil.
I still remember that at that time, players in the game circle called the marrow cool oil......
Xia Luo smiled, as if he missed his life at that time.
But slowly, his smile froze on his face.
Dan pith!
Xia Luo suddenly woke up.
The thing that a Poison Dao Sect Master carries with him is definitely not a cool oil, could it be that this is the marrow of the elixir?
The so-called Dan pith is mainly used as an auxiliary material for refining Fan Dan.
To put it simply, some monks who don't have the talent for alchemy, or who don't have an alchemy furnace, often try to refine some ordinary pills.
After all, it is said to be an ordinary product, but in fact, it still has a certain effect on cultivators.
Just like the low-level talisman that Xia Luo is using now, although it is very rubbish, it still has a certain demand.
And those monks who want to refine mortal elixirs must use the marrow.
It is said that as long as there is a pill marrow, even a layman can easily refine a few pieces of Fan Dan that are not very good.
And the marrow is not a rare thing, it is easy to obtain.
If this thing is really the marrow of the pill, then it can also explain why Sikong doesn't take this kind of thing that should be a peerless pill in the mortal world seriously.
It stands to reason that Xia Luo should be very happy to think of such a thing as Dan Pi.
After all, with the blessing of this thing, he might be able to refine the elixir.
But there was no smile on his face, because he had forgotten how he had obtained it.
The reason is simple, this thing is too low-level.
Xia Luo is a high-level player of this game, and the most rubbish saves are also from the foundation building period upwards.
This is something that is only circulated among the monks at the lowest level......
He could remember such a thing, even if he had a good memory.
"Damn!"
He unwillingly hammered his head and fell into deep remorse.
But at this time, it is useless to regret it, after all, it has been a few decades, and it is definitely impossible to go back.
Putting the two things away, he set his sights on the last thing.
It is a wooden plaque with very fine drawings carved on it.
The picture shows a flower blooming on a cliff.
This flower Xia Luo has seen it in an ancient book, it seems to be a highly poisonous flower, and it is still a national flower called Miao Country.
The Miao Kingdom was a small country below the Tianyuan Dynasty.
The area of the country seems to be less than one-tenth of the size of the Tianyuan Dynasty, and the materials are also very scarce, and even the vassal states of the Tianyuan Dynasty are not qualified.
But there's one thing the country is famous for, and that's the poisoner!
The foreign affairs director who wanted to poison Xia Luo back then seemed to have purchased poison from a poisoner from Miao Kingdom.
Thinking about it now, I still have a chill down my spine, if I hadn't eaten that mixed yuan fruit, I would definitely burp directly.
Poison is really harmful, it's the same in every world.
In this case, it is very likely that Sikong Ran went to Miao Country to learn a poisonous art.
The unintelligible words on the other piece of paper may be Miao Guo's words.
In this way, if you want to know the content on the paper, you only need to find someone who is proficient in Miao Chinese.
Carrying all these things back, he walked to the Xia family who was looking sad not far away.
"The Xia family's mansion has become history, the reason why I want to burn this place is so that you don't have any worries about this place anymore, it's time to leave."
Xia Wangong blinked suspiciously.
"Kyoto is full of their people, how are we going and where are we going?"
"You just have to go, and I'll take care of the rest, as for where to go, don't stay in Kyoto anyway, the farther you go, the better, and the specific place is up to you."
Xia Luo's answer was only such a fluttering sentence, and then he turned out a mask in the courtyard that had not been used for a long time and put it on his face.
"Junjie, I'll leave the safety of the Xia family to you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared without a trace.
Junjie nodded secretly, and then said to the Xia family.
"Believe my master, you just have to go, and leave the rest to him."
So, the people of the Xia family crossed the sea of fire so openly and walked out of the Xia family's mansion.
At this time, those warriors outside noticed the situation here, and they all rushed to this side, ready to make a move.
Junjie also looked nervous, but at this moment, several black lights flashed, and those warriors stopped in an instant, and then fell to the side of the road.
Xia Luo's voice came faintly again.
"You just have to go, and I'll take care of the rest."
Although they didn't see Xia Lu's figure, the self-confidence of Junjie and the Xia family increased several times, and they began to run quickly in the direction of the city gate.
There are many people watching along the road, and of course, there is no shortage of people who go to make small reports.
However, just when a large number of officers and soldiers rushed to arrest the Xia family in the name of the imperial court, gold bricks and silver fell from the sky!
Genuine gold bricks and silver just fell from the sky.
And the place where it fell was very random, and everyone was looking straight at it.
Kyoto is completely messed up.
Everyone was frantically scrambling for these gold bricks and silver, including the officers and soldiers of the yamen, of course.
A few of the warriors who were observing in the shadows were all frowning.
It stands to reason that there is chaos here, but it is impossible for so many people to escape under their noses, right?
But in the blink of an eye, the people of the Xia family actually disappeared in unison!
Helpless, they had no choice but to give up following the people of the Xia family and go to report the situation to their master.
After seeing off the Xia family, Xia Luo returned to his small courtyard alone.
This place has become a spectacle, everything used in the Xia family's house is about to be burned down, only this small courtyard has not been affected in the slightest.
At this time, his face was gloomy, and he said to himself lightly.
"My solo show has just begun!"