The next morning, Song Jian and Xia You came to the carriage in Qingyang City and bought a luxury carriage.

From Qingyang City to Xia You's hometown, Yueshan Town, the Great Han Dynasty, it takes at least two months to travel across more than a dozen countries and hundreds of cities. No one is willing to escort such a long distance.

Song Jian had no choice but to buy a carriage and be a coachman himself.

Before dawn, Song Jian drove out of Qingyang City in a carriage and galloped along the avenue.

Xia You's body was extremely weak, so Song Jian bought the best carriage in Qingyang City. Four wildebeests drove the way forward, and the wheels of the carriage were wrapped in inflatable rubber, which effectively prevented bumps.

The wildebeest is extremely smart. If it is a road, you can drive by yourself.

So most of the time, Song Jian got into the carriage and accompanied Xia You.

Xia You sat in the car, sewing the clothes in her hands.

"Is this for me?" Song Jian asked.

Xia You turned her head, "I just worried that you are so poor that you can't afford to wear clothes. You don't think much."

Song Jian shrugged, "Of course I won't think too much."

"It's already done, are you here to try to fit?" Xia You handed the clothes in her hand to Song Jian.

Song Jian took off his dusty green cloth robe and put on the clothes made by Xia You.

This clothes are woven from green silkworm silver silkworms. The silver silkworms spit out are rare. More importantly, they do not melt water and fire. Although they cannot withstand powerful physical damage, they have strong defenses against some flames or freezing damage.

The overall clothes are in black and white style, in the style of a windbreaker, with the front closure, two pieces raised on the shoulders, a long sword is painted on the back, and a ghostly orchid under the sword. After wearing it, it looks extremely cold and arrogant.

Song Jian seemed to have eaten honey.

"It's just right. This dress really fits. Hi, look, is it handsome?" Song Jian turned around and asked Xia You.

Xia You smiled slightly and said, "The clothes I made are naturally very handsome."

Song Jian shook his head depressedly, "Where are people except for clothes?"

"Uh... be sloppy," Xia You put his little hand on his mouth, looked at it seriously, and said.

Song Jian sat down dejectedly, "Okay, as long as it's not too bad."

Xia You giggled.

At noon, the carriage arrived at a market.

"Hong Ling! You are waiting for me. Ten years later, I will hold a long sword in my hand and seven stars to marry you! I will definitely become a hero like Song Jian." At the market entrance, a twelve-year-old boy with a wooden sword on his back and said to a little girl with a horned braid.

"Well, Shi Tou, I'll wait for you." The little girl reached out to wipe her nose and said, "I'll wait for you, waiting to pick me up."

The boy waved his hand, then walked towards the distance with his wooden sword on his back.

Inside the carriage, Xia You looked at the scene in shock, turned around and smiled, "You have become a hero."

Song Jian touched his nose, "Actually, I'm very low-key."

Xia You said: "I didn't expect the news to spread so quickly. Will anyone come to chase us?"

Song Jian smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm not afraid of ordinary pursuers. Even if an old man in the brave realm catches up, we still have Big Head Brother who can escape to the ground."

Xia You nodded. They really didn't have to worry too much about pursuing the soldiers.

Along the way, Song Jian was not only practicing, but also joking with Xia You. This kind of life was idle, comfortable and happy.

The sealed crown on Xia You's head must be given to Song Jian to bless the true essence every day.

Song Jian's realm was already enough. What he lacked was the concentration of the true energy in his body. Song Jian refines elixirs, swallows elixirs, practices, and understands every day. Without the burden of thought, he made progress very quickly. Within two months, he actually opened up more than twenty acupoints.

In the third month, the carriage finally drove into the territory of the Han Dynasty, and Song Jian also opened the 450th acupoint and officially became a middle-level warrior in the Void Realm!

The carriage did not go to Yanjing City, but rushed directly to Xia You's hometown, Yueshan Town.

The closer she got to her hometown, the more silent Xia You looked. Perhaps she didn't have much feelings for that home in her heart. Her mother passed away early. When her father was eight years old, she left her alone. That home was gloomy and cold, and had no affection.

But why did his father suddenly appear at that moment and sacrifice himself to save him? Why did he let himself come back?

Song Jian held Xia You's palm, "Don't worry, you'll know your father's intentions soon."

Xia You nodded and grabbed Song Jian tightly with her little hands. At this moment, she felt so warmth.

Yueshan Town is a remote town of the Han Dynasty.

The carriage entered the city with a gurgling look and drove towards an old mansion in the center of the city.

"Damn it! This house belongs to me, Yan San, and you are not allowed to enter."

"Bad, why did the Xia family's ancestor's house belong to you Yan San? Now that all the people in the Xia family have died, this house belongs to everyone."

"Yes, let's go, we've divided the items in the house together."

As soon as the carriage drove to the front of the house, a group of people gathered around the Xia family's house and shouted.

Xia You's body trembled, then slowly lowered his head and said, "It turns out that Grandma Zu has... dead. It seems that there are really no one in the Xia family."

Song Jian held Xia You and said, "Let's get off the car first and go to the cemetery to take a look."

The carriage stopped, and then Song Jian and Xia You walked off the carriage.

More than a hundred people surrounding Xia’s house were stunned and all looked at Song Jian and Xia You.

The Song family was wearing a black and white cloak robe woven by Xia You, with a cold face. Xia You looked pale and a little sad in her eyes. The two stood side by side, like a pair of fairies.

"This house is still from the Xia family for the time being," Song Jian said, "Please go back first."

After saying that, Song Jian led Xia You and walked towards the Xia family's ancestral home step by step.

Everyone around them swallowed and then stepped back step by step. Although Song Jian and Xia You were just two children in their eyes, everyone felt powerless to resist when facing Song Jian and Xia You.

Walking into the Xia family's ancestral home, Song Jian waved his hand and the ancient door creaked and closed.

This is a dilapidated house with peeling walls and weeds everywhere. However, although it is abandoned, it can still be seen that the house was once glorious because it is very large, with rockery, lakes, pavilions, and courtyards in the house.

Xia You was a little sad. No matter what, this was her home. However, it was not seen for ten years, and it turned out that the home had not been completed like this.

Song Jian smiled and said, "This place looks like a paradise, a mountain home and a wild shop."

Xia You didn't have the heart to joke. She pointed behind and said, "There is the cemetery."

The two walked towards the back of the house.

A rusty iron gate blocked the way.

Song Jian stretched out his hand and easily broke the iron lock on the door. He pushed open the door. It turned out to be a cemetery.

However, this grave was much larger than Song Jian imagined. From the door, the graves extended to the back mountain. It turned out that the Xia family's ancestral home actually led directly to the hillside outside the town.

"Your family is really big. No wonder my aunt would marry your father. I feel like your family is an old rich man." Song Jian said with a smile.

Xia You pinched the flesh on Song Jian’s waist.

Song Jian quickly shut up and dared not say anything else.

Walking towards the cemetery, a mysterious and gloomy aura gradually enveloped the two of them.

Xia You felt that the blood in her body was about to boil again, her face turned red, she was afraid, but she was looking forward to it, she seemed to feel that deep in the cemetery, there was a mysterious force summoning herself.

Xia You had this feeling in the Salamander Valley, but at that time it was the attraction of the essence and blood of the Fire Dragon, so that feeling was excited and more fearful. Now, this summoning was more of a kind feeling.

After walking about a hundred meters and crossing dozens of graves, the power became increasingly obvious.

Song Jian also felt the existence of a mysterious power. He frowned and, with a whoosh, the dragon teeth appeared in his hand.

"My child, you're finally here."

A sound of old, empty, piercing the sea of ​​gods sounded.

Song Jian grabbed Xia You and looked at the sound. The source of the sound was the grave at the end of the cemetery.

"Don't be afraid, come here, my child."

Xia You shook Song Jian's hand and signaled him not to be nervous, then walked towards the sound.

"The blood of the Huoluan that is deeply embedded in your body has revived. My child, you are unfortunate, and at the same time, you are the luckiest." The voice was ethereal and powerless.

Song Jian and Xia You walked to wherever they were, and with a roar, the grave cracked and a passage was revealed.

Song Jian took Xia You down.

"Why is this old man living in the grave?" Song Jian was puzzled.

Xia You asked, "Who are you? Why do you live in this place?"

"I am just a wisp of spiritual consciousness. When the battle between gods and demons, I fell here and turned into a mortal, and spent the rest of my life here. I hope that one day my descendants can return to Jiuxuantian and return to my family. But... Nearly a thousand years have passed, none of my descendants awaken their bloodlines and cannot awaken their bloodlines, which means that they cannot inherit the power of the Fire Luan divine blood. Child, just when my oil is exhausted and the lamp is about to be destroyed, you will appear. Hahaha, it's really the heavens will not destroy me." The voice was a little excited.

When Song Jian and Xia You arrived at the bottom of the tomb, they found a crystal box floating on a stone platform, and there was a piece of wood in it.

"Sent to the divine wood, one of the legendary ancient divine woods, can protect spiritual knowledge for a hundred years."

This piece of information flashed through Song Jian's mind, and he finally understood that the old man who was speaking was really dead. The reason why he could survive until now was because a wisp of spiritual consciousness remained on the divine tree.

"Senior, maybe Xia You really has the blood of the Fire Rape in his body, but now, she has devoured the essence and blood of the Fire Dragon King, and must always use the seal crown to seal it. Senior can have a way to rescue him." Song Jiandao.

"So I said, child, you are both unfortunate, but also the luckiest. You have devoured the essence and blood of the Fire Dragon King. Most people have long been robbed of their souls and robbed them of **, but child, you escaped by luck because of the protection of the Fire Dragon King's blood. Moreover, the essence and blood of the Fire Dragon King's blood have completely stimulated the Fire Dragon King's blood in your body. You are unfortunate because you must completely refine this drop of essence and blood. It is not easy to refine it, or it is a life-threatening life. And you are lucky because once you succeed in Nirvana, you will become the supreme bloodline and proudly beside this continent."

The sound of the spiritual consciousness was full of expectations.
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