The wind and the sadness came at the right time, lifting Xia Xiao and Ah Zhu's hair, revealing their smooth faces and foreheads. Their eyes became deeper, as if hiding a constantly changing nebula.

The cattail leaf fan came and the two stepped on it and flew into the air. Xia Xiao was still the same image as before, although his appearance had changed a little, more mature, and seemed to have experienced a lot of vicissitudes, but he held Azhu in one hand and a knife in the other. Whether facing the huge Yun Kingdom or the soon-to-return Zhenxun, he looked straight ahead like this, as if nothing could stop him.

Xia Xiao glanced at the convoy, which was considered a farewell. This bastard owed his current fortune to his master. If he hadn't had his master this time, his strength would have improved as usual, but he would not have been able to establish the Black Tree and Black Sun. Fortunately, he suffered too much in his previous life, so God couldn't bear to torture him again in this life.

A familiar figure soon appeared in her sight. She looked a little petite and cute in Xia Xiao's eyes. Shang Shan was standing on the top of the carriage, smiling slightly and looking up at the sky. She didn't know if she was expressing her feelings or had other ideas. The cattail leaf fan was higher, but it was still clear in her eyes. She raised her hand and waved it, inevitably feeling a little lost.

The cattail leaf fan carried the two of them through the clouds and mist, riding the wind straight to the south. Below them, the grasslands were like cloth, and the cities were countless, all passing by in an instant. Only then did Xia Xiao truly leave, and Shangshan withdrew his meaningful gaze, neither following nor being content with the status quo, but walked towards Qingxunzi's carriage, as if asking for something.

"Are you sure you want to get involved?"

Qing Xunzi didn't think that what Shu Shuang was going to do was right, but she was so determined that he, an old man, had no choice but to agree. As the saying goes, a son doesn't miss his mother when he grows up, and a daughter doesn't stay with her when she grows up. He couldn't always accompany anyone, nor could he make others obey his arrangements completely. He could only leave a few words, give them a few small toys, and watch them go to the ends of the earth.

After a long time, Shangshan finally walked out of Qingxunzi's carriage. She faced south and her eyes were filled with love.

Qingxunzi poked his head out and asked Shangshan:

"When do we leave?"

"It's still early."

Shangshan looked back and smiled, as if expressing his gratitude to Qingxunzi. A smile in return of a favor was a very worthwhile deal, but it was this gentle expression that made him tremble in his heart, thinking of his good disciple who was like a little daughter to him.

Sigh, these are all delusions, he pushed his apprentice into the abyss. But Xia Xiao finally began to face these things and was willing to devote himself to them, this is his original intention. Everything in the world, the changes of anything are difficult to stop, but the speed of change is different. Xia Xiao now turned into a potion, to make the slow things burst out faster, but this road is long, and he has not returned to Yinxun.

In fact, with Xia Xiao's current strength, Qing Xunzi could tear the space and send them back to Zhenxun. That would take less time, but there was no rush, just look at the scenery along the way. Xia Xiao and Azhu's days were already very tight, so it was not a bad thing to relax appropriately.

Xia Xiao did not sense the master's good intentions, he was just anxious, thinking about going home from the moment he stepped on the cattail leaf fan. Since he had a family in this life, this was the first time he had been away for so long, but when he was a child, what he longed for when he grew up was to keep leaving, each time for longer and longer, until he could never come back.

In his dreams, Xia Xiao went back to Yinxun many times. Sometimes he felt extremely peaceful. No matter if it was rainy, sunny, or snowy in winter, he would walk alone on the quiet streets, with no one else around. He walked through the straight streets of East City to West City, into the hazy fog, like a person who came from a dream and went back to a dream, and when he woke up he was filled with longing.

Sometimes when luck was bad, Zhenxun became a dead city with countless people and flames of war everywhere. In that case, Zhenxun lost all its solemnity, and the solid walls were broken and collapsed. The walls of countless houses were blackened, and the flames of war were burning on them. Countless corpses gave off a disgusting stench.

Xia Xiao had such dreams many times, and he was always uneasy when he woke up. He didn't want to find that when he returned to Zhenxun, it had become a completely different place. But dreams are just dreams after all. As the capital of Daxia, when the war was suspended, the people there were able to live in peace for a short time. As for when the war would break out again, it all depended on when the third young master of the Xia family was found.

"I hope the Third Young Master can hide for a while, so we can catch our breath."

"It's easy to say, but the Third Young Master is a miserable person! It was difficult for him to practice cultivation back then, and he was banished to Longgang. I heard that he was hungry and full during those days, and he had to endure the cold eyes of others and lived next to a mass grave. The two generals had cultivation skills but couldn't find a job. A few years ago, his injustice was redressed, and General Xia regained control of the northern military power. The Third Young Master entered the academy to practice cultivation, which was a good thing, but he didn't expect to become a demon."

"Didn't the academy issue a notice to confirm it? He wasn't possessed by the devil himself, he was framed by someone."

"Even if that's the case, it really happened."

…

In a restaurant, four people were huddled in a corner, roasting charcoal and chatting. Outside, Xia Xiao and Azhu walked out of a small alley. They all heard this conversation, but their faces were indifferent, not caring what they said. Xia Xiao always adhered to the idea of ​​doing his own thing and following what others said. At this time, he did not stop, but just pulled Azhu to the west of the city.

Back in Zhenxun, Xia Xiao was in a very good mood, the air felt fresh, and he was humming a little tune while walking in the middle of the road, as if he wanted everyone to greet him. From the time he was possessed by the devil until now, he had escaped death several times and finally came back. But Ah Zhu was afraid that he would be discovered, so he pulled him to the side of the road and kept avoiding the eyes of others.

"It's okay, I'm wearing a hat!"

Xia Xiao and Ah Zhu had considered the problem of being discovered when they were fanning themselves with the palm-leaf fan, so they used the wood element's energy to weave two bamboo hats, but Ah Zhu was not reassured. Soon, soldiers came to check ahead, looking at the faces of passers-by, presumably responding to the call to patrol and see if Xia Xiao and Ah Zhu were there.

The two soldiers looked casual, they knew they would not be able to find out. After so many months, Xia Xiao would have come back long ago. Now that the matter of him being possessed by the devil and wanting to be captured has become a hot topic, anyone with a bit of brains would not come back. As for them, they were just pretending, no one had any hope of finding him in Zhenxun.

There were two people wearing bamboo hats in front of the lazy soldiers, but they ran behind them in the blink of an eye. They saw them, but did not chase them. They just looked back and forth symbolically. When they saw a pretty girl, they could also look at her a few more times openly.

Ah Zhu kept glancing behind her, but Xia Xiao grabbed her by the back of her neck, startling her. When she acted coquettishly and hit Xia Xiao's chest, he just laughed and said:

"It's suspicious if you keep looking back. Just walk away."

"Where are we going now?"

"Make money, don't you want to buy gifts?"

“Yes, yes, yes.”

They originally wanted to borrow money, but the predicament of their master and the Zoushou Church made them give up the idea. However, Xia Xiao still had a way, which was - to sell some iron.

Ah Zhu was about to ask how to make money when Xia Xiao brought her to the blacksmith shop. She frowned, her face full of question marks, but the next moment Xia Xiao used the gold element's energy to make a pile of iron, as if he was going to start selling it. Selling iron in a blacksmith shop is pure nonsense, is there anyone who would sell steamed buns in front of a steamed bun shop? Ah Zhu sighed, but the blacksmith saw that he was a cultivator, talked to Xia Xiao for a while, and after verifying that the iron was good, he took out two silver pieces.

"Thank you very much."

Xia Xiao was just being polite. He should thank the blacksmith. He bowed repeatedly and said he had made a fortune only after seeing off Xia Xiao and Ah Zhu. Such good iron would surely sell the weapons for a good price. However, Xia Xiao weighed the silver and couldn't let it go, which puzzled Ah Zhu again. He said:

"This amount of money is not enough!"

"Go to the casino and play a couple of rounds. That'll be enough!"

"The war situation is urgent now, and your matter is so serious, is there anyone going to the gambling house?"

"You don't understand? The gambling houses are most crowded in winter, and nothing can stop gamblers from gambling except death. What we earn is their money."

"You want to use your vitality to make money?"

"clever."

"Isn't this a bad idea?"

Xia Xiao shrugged. It was not good, but he had to do it. He didn't have time to do odd jobs like he did in his previous life, so he would shamelessly make a fortune. Life played tricks on them, so what if they made a small fortune? Besides, there were so many tricks in the gambling house, and he didn't expose them because they were all trying to make a living. But today, he had to make a living and make money with the three taels of silver in his hand.

Xia Xiao roughly remembered where the largest gambling house in Zhenxun was, so he took Ah Zhu in and took off his bamboo hat immediately. There was thick smoke and fog inside, and nothing could be seen clearly, but the brilliance of the gold and silver dice was the brightest.

After placing the bet, Xia Xiao whispered in Ah Zhu's ear:

"The one shaking the dice is a practitioner, and he is using his vital energy to move the dice."

"What should we do then?"

"What else can I do? If it moves, I will move too. How dare a mere cultivator show off here?"

Xia Xiao didn't even move his fingers, but the dice had already changed size. He made a small profit among the crowd, and had a few more chips in his hand, and then he continued to bet and made more money.

Once or twice is an accident, three times is tolerable, but not four or five times. Before the guy shaking the dice noticed Xia Xiao, he had already changed the table and started a new round of collecting money. He would not stop until he made a lot of money today. No one could stop him in this place.

Most practitioners are arrogant. Who would come to this turbid world to make money with the energy they have absorbed with great effort? But there are always some mavericks. After all, not everyone thinks money is dirt.

The dice were shaking and pinging, attracting dozens of eyes, but Xia Xiao didn't look at them at all. He could sense it. But he looked at those rich people and thought that they would lose badly today. Anyone who followed Xia Xiao's bet would definitely not lose. After playing a few rounds at each table, someone discovered his presence, but he deliberately lost a few rounds to get rid of them.

Xia Xiao was still cautious. Although Ah Zhu didn't believe him, if he dared, he wouldn't lose a single bet today. Even if he lost two bets, Xia Xiao would bet the one with the least number of people in the third bet to make a big profit. Gambling is the fastest way to make money, no doubt about it. But it doesn't just rely on luck, so those guys who come here with money from their families but don't actually have any cultivation can only lose. Many people have the dream of getting rich overnight, but most of them are so poor that they only have their underwear left, and they even sell their wives and children.

Xia Xiao stopped only when the chips could be exchanged for a thousand taels of silver. The latter pulled him away quickly. She had a hunch that something bad was going to happen. But Xia Xiao put the two bamboo hats and chips on the counter, put them on, and said:

"Change money!"

"Please wait a moment, sir."

With a smack of his tongue, Xia Xiao protected Ah Zhu and glanced at the boss who came. This is also a cultivator, which is really interesting.