"well."

Wen Yue sighed as he walked out of the middle house.

The voice was delicate: "The old man doesn't love anyone in this life. He only loves himself and his inheritance."

Tu Shanjun has already seen that Marquis Jing'an is exactly the kind of person who can remarry if his wife dies, and regenerate if his son dies. It's just that it's not easy to cultivate an excellent successor, and it's not easy to entrust the inheritance.

If Wen Yue still didn't stand up and lingered on the sickbed, Marquis Jing'an would not have cared about Wen Yue's life and death, and he might have been promoted from the concubine long ago.

In other words, Wen Yue was cured, so Marquis Jing'an paid attention to Wen Yue again.

Otherwise, based on Wen Yue's dead mother, how much love will be left in the end?

Very few.

Anyway, at least on the surface everyone is in harmony, and Wen Yue doesn't want to interfere in the affairs of the Hou Mansion anymore.

It is difficult for an upright official to deal with household matters, and he doesn't think he can handle them clearly.

"It's better to live separately."

After the family is separated, he will be the head of the family from now on. He can decide everything by himself. There is no need to seek advice from others when adopting a son under Sanhu's name.

Branches above the moon.

Under the shadow, Tu Shanjun looked at the ancient books obtained from the Blood Spirit Palace.

Xiaolingzhou is indeed not big. Jindan Zhenren was also born in the past. However, Jindan Zhenren only had a life expectancy of three hundred years. Counting Qi training and foundation building, his lifespan was only more than five hundred years. If he didn't go out, he would have to die of old age in the small town.

Lingzhou.

Little do they know how many foundation-building monks are wasting their time and have no way of becoming the Golden Core Master.

Xiaoling Prefecture is part of the Xiaohuang Territory. The general map has long been destroyed, except for some records of sects outside the prefecture.

"Blood Evil Sect."

"Yangcheng."

Tushanjun only knew these two places, but unfortunately he didn't see them on the map.

"The Blood Demon doesn't seem to be from the Blood Spirit Palace."

Tu Shanjun rummaged through the classics that Cheng Hui brought out, but could not find any information about the Blood Demon. There were not many palace masters and elders in the Blood Spirit Hall, and they all had records, but none of them were consistent with the Blood Demon.

Moreover, the blood demon's combat power is indeed powerful, and Tu Shanjun admires this very much.

In its heyday, the Blood Demon could defeat two Foundation Establishment monks, including one who was at the peak of Foundation Establishment. Such strength did not come from a small place at all.

He must have come from outside the state, and I don’t know why he died here.

With the help of the blood pool, he retained the Yin God, and absorbed the blood jade magic elixir to transform into a demon.

The ancestor of the Yuanling Sect was probably so angry that he vomited blood. He originally thought that he was the one who benefited the most, but he didn't expect that the magic pill marrow had already been drained away by the blood demon.

The origin of the Blood Spirit Palace is unclear to Tu Shanjun. He can tell that the founder of the Blood Spirit Palace has some background just by relying on the spirit-demon fusion technique and the blood-killing technique.

"pity."

Tu Shanjun shook his head slightly. Wen Yue had injured his original life, and he didn't know if he could support him to reach the eleventh level of Qi training.

Basically, this is quite troublesome.

When an ordinary person suffers a large area of ​​trauma, it is considered to have damaged the root cause, because ordinary people cannot condense the Qi in the body and sink it deep into the soul.

After the monks step into Qi training, they are condensing Qi.

Their living souls are not as muddy as ordinary people.

When a mortal dies, the living soul wanders in confusion and has no consciousness, and when a Qi practitioner dies, if you have the technique of turning ghosts in your hand, you can transform it into a ghost cultivation. If you don't want to or cannot do it, you can only wait for the soul to disappear.

Therefore, for monks, the fundamentals are more important.

This thing affects not only life span, but also all aspects of things.

Physical disabilities such as broken arms and legs are far inferior to damage to the original source.

The next morning.

Wen Yue finished his morning lessons.

The soul flag vibrated: 'Something's wrong.'

Since it was not convenient to talk outside, Wen Yue immediately went to the dream practice cliff.

The day is high and the breeze is blowing.

Tu Shanjun stood on the practicing cliff with his hands behind his back.

"gentlemen."

"Actually, there's something I've always wanted to do, but never had the chance. Now I'm finally free."
Chapter completed!