All parties are preparing for the future, and Hu Xing is no exception.
Perhaps it's because he's getting older, but Hu Xing feels like he sighs more often recently.
"How can Dao soldiers be born so easily? From what I see, this is because Yancheng has nothing to do, so it is done like this on purpose."
"Each of our four great families only has one Taoist soldier, and our ancestors used up all their energy and blood before they died. How many sacrifices have we made for this Taoist soldier? How could it be so easy? "
"Each Taoist soldier has placed all the faith and will of the ancestors, all the essence and blood, and a large amount of treasures. On top of this, we must also maintain it from generation to generation."
"Almost every generation of my Hu family has sacrificed themselves for the Taoist soldiers, but even so, today, the will of the ancestors among the Taoist soldiers in our family has begun to become unclear, and there is only blood but no blood. The will is just a half-disabled Taoist soldier. It's okay to suppress the doctor, but if you really meet the second-generation minister..."
At this moment, Hu Xing thought of all the previous heads of the Hu family.
Almost every family head who dies normally will inject his own essence, blood and will into the family Taoist soldiers before dying.
It seems that only in this way can the new Tao soldiers from generation to generation acquire the blood of the Hu family, recognize the Hu family's will to stay in the Tao soldiers, and then retain the combat effectiveness of the entire Tao soldiers.
Thinking about it this way, the news that Tao soldiers are being created in Yancheng will probably end in failure.
At least, from the old way of thinking, it will definitely fail.
However, Hu Xing couldn't help but recall the days when he studied under Confucius.
Before seeing the unicorn, Hu Xing would have felt that a ferocious beast was a ferocious beast and it was impossible to regain his senses and turn into an auspicious beast.
Before meeting Senior Brother Zhong You, Hu Xing also felt that once a person's blood concentration is too high and cannot be tamed, the best result is to be sealed.
Before meeting Kong Sheng, Hu Xing would not really think that people can understand each other.
After waving his hand, Hu Xing let his son leave.
After a while, Hu Xing came to another more hidden secret room.
At the end of the secret room is a door with a lock on it.
Hu Xing put a drop of blood on it, and the lock automatically opened and the door was pushed open.
With a burst of white light, Hu Xing disappeared.
When he appeared again, he was in another place.
There are a lot of treasures here, and this is where the real heritage of the Hu family lies.
While walking, Hu Xing came to a tomb.
Open the mechanism and enter the tomb. In front of you is a very huge red coffin.
There are a large number of natural Taoist inscriptions on the surface of the coffin. There is a small hole at the bottom of the coffin, and there is a jade bottle under the small hole.
Hu Xing bowed three times to the coffin, took away the jade bottle, and put down an empty jade bottle.
"Unworthy descendant Hu Xing pays homage to his ancestor..."
After bowing three times, Hu Xing dropped a drop of blood on the inscriptions on the surface of the coffin. The whole coffin came to life in an instant, and there were even screams of beasts inside, as if a trap had been stepped on. Like a beast in a trap.
"The descendants of future generations are incompetent, and now we can only borrow the power of our ancestors."
After a while, drops of blood flowed out along the small hole and entered the jade bottle.
Gently shaking the jade bottle, Hu Xing was a little dissatisfied: "It's been three hundred years, and that's all? This is too little."
"I hope Tu'er can surpass me, surpass the ancestors of all generations, and reach the height of my ancestors. Otherwise, my Hu family really won't be able to survive for too long. At most, my bloodline will be exhausted in two thousand years. By then, I will not even be able to guarantee that every generation of family heads will have Even the doctor’s strength can’t do it.”
If this is the case, the Hu family should really be destroyed.
Thinking of this, Hu Xing couldn't help but look to the east. It's as if you can see Yancheng directly through thousands of rivers and mountains.
"These Qi practitioners are so unhappy in their work. If they could honestly do research for the Hu family, why would they do this?"
If you just want money, it's not impossible.
If you just want to become a member of the nobility, you can actually consider it.
But these Qigong practitioners are always thinking about changing this and that. Who can tolerate it?
Holding the jade bottle in his hand, Hu Xing's footsteps came to another place: "Baby? Where are the babies? Get ready to go. This time you can have a good meal..."
…
In Yancheng, it was another day sitting in the prefect's mansion handling government affairs.
Today, if Jiang Hua is in the prefect's mansion, he will spend half his day dealing with government affairs and half his day fishing.
This morning, he had been dealing with government affairs all morning, so after lunch, Jiang Hua came to a pond and started fishing.
As early as noon, the guards went to the market to buy a lot of live fish and put them into the pond. This afternoon, the frequency of hook bites was quite high.
Once again I caught a fish, and a Taoist priest came running over in small steps.
Jiang Hua took one look and recognized this person.
His name is Feng Qingyang. Although he has the same surname, he and Feng Yi are not the same family.
Feng Yi and Qu Wu both came from cultivating immortal families, while Feng Qingyang was an ordinary, unremarkable little local genius in Yancheng.
Yancheng covers an area of hundreds of miles and has a population of only one million, which sounds like a lot. It is still a county after all. But looking at the whole world, it’s just a small place with a bigger sesame seed.
Therefore, although Feng Qingyang was already one of the most talented people in Yancheng, his qi training qualifications were just that.
However, since he was born and raised in the local area, he was naturally put to great use. Especially when Feng Yi and Qu Wu were both reused, Feng Qingyang fell into Jiang Hua's eyes.
"What's wrong? In such a hurry? Don't rush, speak slowly."
If something really urgent happened, Feng Qingyang would not be the one coming here now. Therefore, although he was in a hurry, Jiang Hua still caught the fish leisurely.
"My lord, you have always emphasized the integration of magic into life and the integration of Taoists into life. Just now, a typical case occurred..."
Hearing this, Jiang Hua stopped fishing and directly pulled up the fishing rod and put it aside: "What case do you want to talk about?"
"Just now, an alchemist told me that he used magic to help his father smelt and accidentally produced a large amount of steel."
"He said that after he mastered steel, he took out the runes from Donghai Academy. After studying them carefully, he tried to make a simple magic weapon that could control flames."
"With this magic weapon, you can control the number of flames, hot and cold, and always smelt steel instead of iron by slowly typing it in."
"In the past, if a blacksmith wanted to smelt steel, he had to make ordinary iron first and then refine it into steel. It was very complicated and expensive. At that time, refined steel was sold at two prices."
"And this alchemist, at first, just used magic to observe the hot and cold levels of the flames. At the critical moment, he helped his father increase the hot and cold levels of the flames... Who would have expected that he would actually directly practice fine steel in the end."
