I hang up and lie flat in the world of martial arts

Chapter 178 Mr. Huo

"This Zhao Wuji..." Looking at Luo Wei's body, Zhao Lingyue couldn't help shaking her head and sighing.

"Why, do you regret leaving Qianhu Villa to your second uncle?" Qi Xuan teased upon seeing this.

Zhao Lingyue shook her head with a sullen face and said: "Regret is not something to talk about, I just think that with Zhao Wuji's mind and ability, even if relying on the remaining power of Qianhu Villa, I am afraid that in the future..."

"Perhaps...you don't need to be so extreme." Qi Xuan looked at Zhao Lingyue with a gloomy expression, and immediately said in a deep voice, "Contacting the blood curse is not necessarily a path to death."

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Lingyue's beautiful eyes flickered, and she looked at Qi Xuan with a hint of surprise.

Qi Xuan smiled slightly: "You don't need to look at me like this, isn't that what you planned to do?"

Zhao Lingyue swept her slap with a gloomy face when she heard the words, and immediately put on a smile that could make people's hearts tremble: "What else do you see?"

Qi Xuan looked directly into Zhao Lingyue's eyes, and said seriously: "I also see your guilt towards your second uncle's family, or perhaps other Zhao family members."

As soon as Qi Xuan finished speaking, he saw that although the smile on Zhao Lingyue's face remained the same, her eyes gradually became colder.

Qi Xuan spread his hands helplessly, and then sighed: "Actually, we don't need to put on such a lot of pressure. Even if we can't find a way to lift the blood curse, it's still the same..."

The word "alive" just came to my lips, but I couldn't say it.

As the saying goes, every family has scriptures that are hard to recite.

They all have special blood, but the situation faced by the Li family and the Zhao family is completely different.

Although the "Dragon Blood" of the Li family is sure to die within a short period of time once it is activated.

But as long as you don't practice those few martial arts, you can live like ordinary people, at most it will be more difficult for your offspring.

The Zhao family is different. Their natural "dragon heart" made them have to make a choice at birth, whether to risk their lives to remove the "Nixin scale" on the heart.

In other words, the Zhao family did not choose their own path.

After all what a newborn baby knows.

Qi Xuan guessed that Zhao Lingyue's guilt most likely stemmed from this.

After removing the "Ni Xin Scale", the heart will no longer continuously produce majestic vitality, but at the same time it will also cause damage to the heart vessels, even though the Zhao family has abundant medical resources.

But from Zhao Wuji and Zhao Lingxin's always pale and sickly faces, it can be seen that the side effects of removing the "Nixin scale" are difficult to eliminate.

And all of this... wasn't even their own choice, and most likely they didn't even know about it.

The coldness in Zhao Lingyue's eyes condensed for a moment and then dissipated completely, and then she said with a relieved smile: "Since the records of the Zhao family, there are a total of 490 people, of which only [-] people have not removed the "Nixin scale" .”

Zhao Lingyue's smile gradually subsided: "The longest-lived person is the third generation head of the Zhao family. The 'Ni Xinlin' has not been closed until the age of 27, and died of his own aging. And the shortest-lived... is My father, the day the 'Ni Xin Lin' was closed, had just passed his [-]th birthday."

"As for the other 380 people, men are better off, and few of them live past the age of 60, while none of the women live past the age of 27. Of course, more than [-] of them died directly from the removal of the 'Ni Xin Scale'. ’, and [-]% of them are girls.”

……

Hearing the numbers Zhao Lingyue said, Qi Xuan couldn't help frowning.

Don't people from the Zhao family know how to make statistics?

Looking at the distribution of ages, it is obvious that the survival rate without removing the 'Nixin Scale' is higher.

And Zhao Lingyue seemed to have guessed what Qi Xuan was thinking, and said calmly: "I should have had the 'Ni Xin Scale' removed, but my father violated my grandfather's wishes."

Qi Xuan suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and immediately asked: "Could it be that your father's 'Ni Xin Lin' was closed so early because of you?"

Zhao Lingyue lowered her eyes slightly, as if she was looking at the beating heart in her chest, and then said slowly: "Although I'm not sure, there were indeed similar speculations within the Zhao family."

"The owner of the 'Dragon Heart' has always been one old and one young, and only when the old one dies, will the 'Ni Xin Scale' of the next born be kept."

Sharing Dragon Heart...

These four words suddenly appeared in Qi Xuan's mind.

Speaking of which, it's no wonder that Zhao Lingyue felt a little guilty towards the rest of the Zhao family in her heart.

From this point of view, the main purpose of removing the "Ni Xin Scale" is to ensure the safety of each generation of Zhao family heirs.

Qi Xuan thought for a moment, and then said seriously: "If you want to know how to lift the blood curse, you must first know how this special blood came from."

Change the dragon blood and dragon heart to the human body.

In the world of Qi Xuan's previous life, this is no different from the Arabian Nights.

However, judging from the various evidences that have emerged so far, the special blood of the Zhao and Li families is very likely to be artificial.

Qi Xuan really thought about it seriously, can he do this with his own cultivation?

Obviously, in some respects, Qi Xuan indeed made the medical scientists and biologists in the previous life call out miracles.

It's like saving Pushan before.

In the world of the previous life, it was very difficult to save a large area of ​​burns, and even if it was saved, it was impossible to recover.

But Pushan was burned almost from the inside to the outside, although his own cultivation base is strong, protecting the key viscera and vital organs.

But Qi Xuan's Taihe Zhenqi can almost be said to be a regeneration of good fortune, restoring the main tendons in his body.

But... Organs or tissues that do not belong to the human body are transplanted into the human body, and they can be passed on from generation to generation.

Qi Xuan said... This does not belong to the category of martial arts at all!
But there was Fang Xiao before, and now Zhao Lingyue was right in front of him, and Qi Xuan, who had a special bloodline, had seen it with his own eyes.

All of a sudden, there were thousands of thoughts in his mind, and Qi Xuan suddenly felt his scalp itchy.

……

After disposing of Luo Wei's body, Qi Xuan and Zhao Lingyue went home respectively.

As soon as he entered the mansion, Fujiwara Naotora came to see him.

In the room, when he heard the sound of footsteps entering, Qi Xuan raised his head and glanced at the visitor, then asked in surprise, "Your face..."

Half of Fujiwara Naotora's face was swollen impressively, and clear palm prints could still be seen.

Was beaten?

Qi Xuan lowered his gaze, and then asked, "Has your father come to Ning'an Mansion?"

Fujiwara Naotora nodded helplessly, and immediately the other half of his face that was still intact showed a bitter expression.

Qi Xuan immediately sneered: "What did he say to you?"

After all, Ziyun had already walked in with some tea, and handed the porcelain cup to Qi Xuan thoughtfully.

After Qi Xuan took it, he took a deep breath, put it on the table at hand, and then said coldly: "It seems that he plans to go all the way to the dark."

"That Mr. Huo is also here this time." Fujiwara Naotora said, "He wants to meet you."

Mr. Huo, that is, the mysterious Central Plains man who was brought back to Japan after Fujiwara Hidetora was defeated by Gu Tianci.

According to Naotora Fujiwara, this Mr. Huo took control of the martial arts teaching of the Fujiwara family after Hidetora Fujiwara retreated. It can be said that many of the younger generation of the Fujiwara family are his disciples.

As for this Mr. Huo's martial arts, it is very mysterious, except for Fujiwara Hidetora, no one has seen him make a move.

Want to see me?

Qi Xuan tapped the table with his index finger, and was in deep thought.

Fujiwara Naotora said again: "He said, son, you will definitely meet him, because he has something in your hands, son."

"Is there something in my hand?" Qi Xuan stopped his hand, and then looked at Fujiwara Naotora suspiciously.

Fujiwara Naotora nodded: "He said it was a token, which was given to you by Li Zhi."

Li Zhi...

Qi Xuan was startled, then remembered that this was the name of the old emperor who had passed away!
It was the token of the "King of Chujiang"!

However, didn't the real person in Guangning say that the "King of the Chu River" was Jingdi Li Ben who had passed away for 30 years?
Qi Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked immediately, "Where did he meet me?"

……

Night falls.

"Deng deng deng"

There was a knocking sound from the gate of Qi Mansion.

Soon there was a "creak", the door cracked a gap, and the voice of the guard came out: "Who is it?"

"Amitabha——, poor monk Fa Yin, I have something important to see Mr. Qi Xuan Qi!" Fa Yin at the door looked anxious.

"This monk's name is quite familiar..." the guard inside the door whispered.

"Young Master is not at home today!"

Fa Yin's face changed slightly when he heard the words, and he asked quickly: "Dare to ask this little brother, where did your young master go?"

"I don't know that!" The guard replied calmly, "Who dares to inquire about the young master's affairs."

Fa Yin was silent for a while, then said in a deep voice: "Tell your boss Gao Jie that I want to see him!"

Seeing that the monk mentioned the high leader, the guard inside immediately became cautious. At this time, he finally remembered who this monk was.

"Squeak-"

The door opens.

A man dressed as a guard clasped his fists respectfully and said, "So it's Master Fa Yin from Shaolin. I'm going to report to the high chief. Please wait a moment!"

"Go!" Fa Yin's words were rarely filled with anger.

……

But Qi Xuan didn't know that Fa Yin was looking for him at this time, he had just arrived at the gate of a restaurant.

He stood at the door and looked up.

Although the restaurant is three stories high, it looks very simple.

Looking back at the flat and low houses behind him, Qi Xuan knew why the restaurant was so simple.

This is considered to be a slum in Ning'an Prefecture.

Qi Xuan turned his head to look, and there was no one in the surrounding streets.

Although it was dark and it was a slum again, it was not like there was no one there.

And...the air was filled with a very faint smell of blood.

The door of the restaurant was open, and the lights inside were dim, and the tables, chairs and benches in the lobby could barely be seen clearly.

Qi Xuan walked into the door expressionlessly.

The lobby is empty.

The counter, too, was empty.

But Qi Xuan showed no surprise, instead he walked up the stairs without stopping.

As soon as he stepped onto the second floor, Qi Xuan raised his eyes and saw a figure standing by the window in the lobby with his back facing him, hands behind his back.

As if sensing Qi Xuan's arrival, the man at the window turned around slowly.

"You are finally here!" The tone was as familiar as an old friend who hadn't seen for many years.

Qi Xuan carefully studied the opponent's face.

But nothing unusual was found, and no trace of camouflage was found.

Although already wrinkled, but the facial features can still see its youthful appearance.

"You are Mr. Huo?" Qi Xuan asked coldly.

Under Qi Xuan's scrutiny, the man reached out and touched his face, then glanced at Qi Xuan again, and then said with a smile: "I'm old, I'm old, if I was young, I could compete with you in appearance !"

Seeing that the other party answered irrelevant questions, Qi Xuan immediately shook his head, then stepped in front of the other party, glanced at the passages on both sides of the lobby, and sneered: "If you want to pretend, you have to pretend to be decent, both of you are old friends. There is no need to hide it!"

As soon as the words fell, the smile on the face of the old man on the opposite side gradually turned cold. At the same time, he narrowed his eyes slightly to stare at Qi Xuan, and said slowly, "Since Mr. Qi has already spoken, you are still not coming out to greet him."

After all, three figures walked out of the passages on the left and right sides.

One of them was a slender man with meticulously groomed hair. The old man in Japanese clothes immediately said with disdain: "Mr. Huo, this is Mr. Qi. It seems that he is not as powerful as in the legend, and even a few people have noticed it." not."

Hearing this, Qi Xuan just looked sideways, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Isn't it Fujiwara Hidetora, is there a possibility that in my son's eyes, you are not qualified at all!"

"asshole!"

Fujiwara Hidetora's expression changed drastically when he heard the words, and with an angry shout, a dagger suddenly appeared in his hand, and then he slashed at Qi Xuan with a black saber aura.

It was Shura Slash again.

A look of boredom appeared on Qi Xuan's face, and then he stretched out his hand to directly meet the saber aura that contained the deadly aura.

At the moment when the saber air came into contact with his hand, Qi Xuan's five fingers bent slightly.

Bang!
The black saber energy disappeared instantly.

"This!" Fujiwara Hidetora stared wide-eyed, full of disbelief.

At this moment, Fujiwara Hidetora saw Qi Xuan smile, and then slightly shook his outstretched right hand, and a phantom with five fingers came out of his hand in an instant, and came straight to Fujiwara Hidetora.

hiss--

A trace of cold air rose from the soles of his feet, and Fujiwara Hidetora suddenly found that he was unable to mobilize the true energy in his body.

"Yinfeng Claw!" The man next to Fujiwara Hidetora murmured, and immediately stepped forward and stood in front of Fujiwara Hidetora.

I saw the majestic zhenqi around him looming, and then he held out his palm, and a white phantom palm came out of his hand.

Qi Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Yin evil palm.

The one standing in front of Fujiwara Hidetora was none other than Feng Jiuqing.

The moment the shadow of the palm and the shadow of the claw collided, a terrifying wave of air instantly overflowed.

Feng Jiuqing's slightly turbid eyes flashed brightly in an instant, and the approaching phantom of five fingers was reflected in the pupils...

not good!

There was a muffled sound in Feng Jiuqing's chest, and then seeing the phantom approaching in front of him, a trace of despair disappeared in Feng Jiuqing's eyes, whose mouth was dripping with blood.

He closed his eyes resignedly.

A cool breeze passes through...

Feng Jiuqing opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was Qi Xuan's slightly teasing smile.

"Uh……"

A low whimper came from behind.

Feng Jiuqing turned his head.

Behind him, Fujiwara Hidetora was struggling to open and close his lips.

With a burst of "click" sound into the ear.

A trace of white frost gradually emerged from Fujiwara Hidetora's face...

(End of this chapter)