In this world, Xuan Hao is very poor and even has no money to organize a funeral.

Fortunately, the emperor was quite conscientious and was willing to pay for his master to bury him.

So far, there is not even a person to worship.

I have to say that Li Shuwen’s popularity is really not very good.

There was really no one in the mansion, only an old tree, Xuan Hao, and the keel next to it sealed in the coffin.

Xuan Hao was wearing a white dress and sat next to the old tree in the yard drinking tea.

He is filial piety. His master has no children and has no one to die. It's so pitiful.

But one day he became a teacher and a father for life, Xuan Hao planned to mourn him for three years.

When he was bored, he sat under the tree and took out the "secrets" left to him by his master.

There is no name, nor is it the peerless martial arts that Xuan Hao imagined. This is Li Shuwen's lifelong study of bloodline.

It's only a few thousand words, but it's very complicated.

Xuan Hao looked at it for a long time, but still couldn't quite understand the principle.

This is a secret book similar to bloodshed, or it can be said to be a fragment of bloodshed. It is not complete. It was found by the old man himself for decades. I have to say that it is really a talent.

"Use essence to control blood, and use spirit to the extreme?"

Xuan Hao murmured the words in the book, his tone full of confusion: "It is more mysterious than cultivating immortals. How can I read it clearly? Can't I use a more scientific explanation?"

Shaking his head: "Forget it, then, go and ask the master..."

Then he remembered something and looked at the yard with a blank heart.

Only the dead leaves on the old trees cannot resist the wind blowing and falling.

"Dongdongdongdongdong."

The sound of the door clamping sounded.

Xuan Hao raised his head in confusion and frowned. Who will visit him at this time? Could it be...

When he walked to the door, he slowly pushed open the door.

He took a look and then closed it with a "pop".

"Hey hey... don't give me such a shame. I was considered an emperor at least. You are a serious crime."

Xuan Hao opened the door again: "Oh, the emperor has arrived, I am missing. Is there anything wrong? If you have nothing to do, please go back."

"Oh... can I let me go in and worship?" said the man.

"Okay, it depends on the money you paid."

Xuan Hao led the way in front, and the emperor did not take his personal guards. It should be said that he could no longer take him, so the two walked all the way to the yard.

After passing through the courtyard gate and looking into the house, you can see a simple mourning hall.

The two knelt in front of the mourning hall and worshiped.

"Your Majesty, are you here today just for worship?" Xuan Hao asked.

"I am here today, I want to thank you." The man shook his head, "Your master is a hero, and his achievements should not have disappeared because of death, so you will bear this merit."

"Does the emperor want to reward me with ten thousand hectares of fertile land? Or is it with ten thousand taels of gold?"

"Stop calling me like that. I've said that I'm no longer the emperor," the man sighed, "This world is the world of the people after all... I just don't know if it will be as your master wishes in the future, and we will be able to usher in a peaceful and prosperous era as your master wishes."

"Don't worry, it will definitely happen, otherwise the old man would have died in vain?" Xuan Hao took a sip of tea, "If anyone dares to stop him, I will poke him into a hornet's nest."

"That's not enough..." The man's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"So you should have a little more confidence in your country," Xuan Hao rolled his eyes. "If it had perished over the years, it would have perished long ago. People would not give up easily."

"You are still so young, watch it carefully. One day, the white veil dyed red with blood will become a seven-foot red silk that flutters in the wind, the sun will tear the night sky and hit the city, and there will be a person who will announce the rise of a nation on the red gate."

"What your master and apprentice said... is really like." The man looked at the boy in front of him and was slightly stunned.

"By the way, you said you are not the emperor, but you can't give me a reward? Then what are you doing?" Xuan Hao said disgusted.

"Although I am no longer the emperor, I still have some status in the end. Don't worry, with us here, no matter what you do in the future, it will be unimpeded. Of course, I cannot harm the world." The man's face was filled with confidence, as if he was telling lies again.

"You mean, you still have some power?" Xuan Hao said contemptuously, "Isn't that still a local emperor?"

"Hahaha, the lean camel is bigger than a horse..." the man smiled and said, "If you don't dislike me, you can call me elder brother in the future. Even if we are a family, what's the matter in the future?"

"Okay, you're covering me, I just don't know what you meant forever?" Xuan Hao smiled treacherously.

"That's natural." The man was confident.

"Then don't regret it in the future!" Xuan Hao emphasized again.

"Of course! I have always promised a thousand gold."

Very good, your family is going to work for me for generations! Xuan Hao is in a good mood. He holds the man's shoulders like a brother he hasn't seen for many years.

...

On the coastline, you can see large areas of dense camps, each camp is filled with flags of different colors. Judging from the size of the camp, there are about thousands of troops in each camp.

A horse not tall but strong muscles stood in an open space outside the camp and shook its head. On the horse's back was a Western cavalry in uniform.

They were cavalry stationed nearby and had been ordered to patrol outside for a while. Although they were interested in giving them a garrison, they heard that Chinese soldiers and horses were coming. In addition to them, the soldiers and horses of various countries had already been on the surface and were only one of them.

But even though that's the case, most of the soldiers were disdainful and did not take the upcoming Chinese army into consideration.

In their opinion, on this continent, the weak yellow-skinned monkeys had no power to fight with them at all. What's more, there were groups of warships behind them.

In fact, this has been their impression of the Chinese people for nearly a hundred years. In their impression, the coalition forces often come to China for a walk, as simple as visiting their own backyard. China has always been just warning, but there is no real powerful counterattack, which makes them even more deeply impressed with China.

Helplessly, they didn't understand that no matter how dead a lion sleeps, it was a lion. Sometimes the lion didn't show its power just because it wasn't hungry yet.

The cavalry riding on the horse suddenly seemed to see something, frowned and looked in one direction, where a piece of smoke and dust were rolled up, like a tornado on the ground. As his vision got closer and closer, a drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead.
Chapter completed!