Qin Xiao thought that the old eunuch's last wish was definitely not simple, and he really couldn't agree to it easily. If the matter was too difficult, he would be causing trouble for himself, so he could only say politely: "Old manager, if you have any wishes, it doesn't matter.

If I can do it, I will try my best to do it." I added in my mind, if I really can't do it, don't blame me.

Wei Wuya smiled softly, and then sighed: "The Za family are people without roots. It is not like ordinary people who can pass on the bloodline. After death, there will be nothing left behind."

Qin Xiao felt sad when he heard this.

Although there are some eunuchs in the palace who are bossy and there are many cunning people among them, but if you think about it carefully, these people do have a tragic fate. Even great masters like Wei Wuya have no bloodline to continue after their death, and they burn paper money.

None of the people.

"The Zajia has only done two things in this life." Wei Wuya said slowly: "The first one is to serve the saint. No matter how she is, the Zajia has a beginning and an end." After a pause, he added:

"The second thing is to concentrate on martial arts. Although there is no great success, there is still a small gain."

Qin Xiao thought to himself that you are too humble.

A eunuch can become a great master. If you think about it, you can understand the difficulties involved.

"The Zajia spent decades of hard work to figure out the skill of grafting flowers and grafting wood on others...!" Wei Wuya said softly: "It's just other martial arts. If this grafting technique cannot be passed down, the Zajia... Zaijia

I really can’t live in peace...!”

When Qin Xiao rushed to the dormitory, Wei Wuya was already injured and could not see with his own eyes the power of changing things. However, the martial arts that could make Wei Wuya worry about him before his death was certainly extraordinary.

"The Za family regards this martial arts as a treasure and has been reluctant to part with it... Hehe, he is reluctant to teach it to others. He thinks that he still has some years to live, so there is no need to rush...!" Wei Wuya said softly.

He sighed and said: "I just didn't expect that... Mr. Xiao Qin, you are extremely talented. As long as you can be loyal to the saint and help the saint regain power, you will definitely have a bright future, and your descendants will also suffer from this."

."

Qin Xiao sighed in his heart, no matter what kind of person this old eunuch was, his loyalty to the saint was indeed faultless. At this time, he was still trying to persuade him to be loyal to the saint.

"The Zajia can no longer show you this skill in person." Wei Wuya said: "However, the Zajia will tell you the essentials and secrets of this skill. With your intelligence and thinking about it, you will definitely be able to understand it.

Wonderful thing."

Qin Xiao was startled. He didn't expect that Wei Wuya's unfulfilled wish before his death was to pass on his original martial arts.

But if you think about it carefully, this is also reasonable.

People in martial arts are obsessed with martial arts, just like a painter's appreciation of famous paintings. Of course, they don't want to see their unique skills cut off.

And Wei Wuya is dying, and there is no one else here, so the only one who can choose to teach is himself.

Qin Xiao did not refuse this, knowing that this kung fu must be mysterious and extraordinary, and the skill was not overwhelming. Since the old eunuch was willing to teach it, there was no need for him to refuse.

"Since the old manager has this wish, I shall obey the order." Qin Xiao said: "If I meet someone with outstanding character and talent in the future, I will try my best to pass on this secret skill, so that this secret skill will not be lost.

"

Wei Wuya chuckled and said: "If we can do this, the Za family will die in peace." He then signaled to Qin Xiao.

He got close and taught Qin Xiao the essentials of the art of grafting flowers and grafting trees onto trees. Although Qin Xiao had an amazing memory, Wei Wuya was afraid that Qin Xiao's memory would be poor, so he weakly repeated it again, and then asked: "Do you remember it clearly?"

Qin Xiao nodded and said: "Don't worry, manager, I won't remember a single word wrong." Although Wei Wuya had selfish motives in teaching the magical skill of grafting flowers and grafting trees, Qin Xiao was still grateful and felt Wei Wuya's aura getting stronger and stronger.

The weaker he gets, he may not be able to hold on for a moment, so he softly said: "Old manager, how do you feel?"

"At this age of the Za family, life and death no longer matter." Wei Wuya said softly: "Master Xiao Qin, the Za family would like to advise you not to get too close to Jiangu. You...you can use them, but don't be

They coerced."

Qin Xiao was noncommittal and asked: "Manager, you said before about the cause of the Sword God's death. He... was he really killed like that?"

Wei Wuya smiled and said: "Half true and half false. It's just that this kind of thing has nothing to do with you. The farther away you are, the better. Knowing too much will not do you any good...

....!" At this point, what came to mind, and he asked: "The Za family sent people to investigate your family background. I heard... I heard that all your family members died due to the plague, and you were the only one left?"

Qin Xiao hesitated for a moment and could only say: "Yes."

"Your homeland is in Xiling. To revive the Tang Dynasty and recover Xiling, it all depends on you." Wei Wuya's voice was even more powerless: "But your talent is indeed rare.

Genius. Qin Xiao, you...you have an amazing physique. The Za family can see that it has been tempered since childhood. I am afraid you are not a child of ordinary people, but your parents are martial arts practitioners?"

Qin Xiao wondered who they were. I didn't know anything about them. My physique was stronger than ordinary people. Except that Old Man Zhong had insisted on doing a set of Tai Chi every day since he was a child. It was also because he had been fighting against the cold poison.

But it was naturally difficult to tell Wei Wuya these things. He could only say: "They are not martial arts practitioners."

"Oh?" Wei Wuya seemed a little suspicious, but finally said: "The Za family is just strange, you don't need to think too much... It's just that the Za family also traveled to Xiling when they were young and met many people in the world.

If your parents were practicing martial arts and told about their inheritance, the Za family might not recognize them."

Qin Xiao's body trembled slightly, he pondered for a moment, and suddenly said: "My parents are not martial arts practitioners, but... when I was a child, there was an old man in the village who took good care of my family. He saw that I was weak, so he taught me

I have been practicing a set of martial arts to strengthen my body."

"What Kung Fu?"

"The old man said it's called Bajiquan."

"Bajiquan?" Wei Wuya thought for a moment and then said: "This is a common Kung Fu, and many people in the world know it. That's right, what is the old man's name?"

Qin Xiao thought for a moment. If Wei Wuya was safe and sound at this moment, he would never say a word. But at this moment, Wei Wuya was dying and might not even be able to survive until dawn. He secretly thought that since Eunuch Wei was very familiar with the martial arts masters in Xiling,

But I don’t know if I know Old Man Zhong?

Although he feels that the possibility is extremely low, Old Man Zhong is a person directly related to his life experience. Even he does not know the true origin of Old Man Zhong. If Wei Wuya really happens to know some of the origins of Old Man Zhong, how can he find out his life experience?

Wouldn’t the mystery be of great help?

He hesitated for a moment and then said: "My surname is Zhong!"

"bell?"

"The last name is a bit strange." Qin Xiao said: "

I heard that when he was born, he came to the village from other places and has lived in the village since then."

Wei Wuya pondered for a moment before asking: "What's your name?"

"He never said that." Qin Xiao said: "Everyone only knows his surname is Zhong, and the children in the village call him Grandpa Zhong...!"

Wei Wuya was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked: "What are your parents' names?"

Qin Xiao said "Ah" and saw Wei Wuya moving slightly, looking a little excited and saying: "You...you don't know who your parents are, do you? You...you are

Zhong Chengan brought it up single-handedly, right?"

Qin Xiao was startled. He told Old Man Zhong's surname just to test it out. He was lucky. He felt that it would be great if Wei Wuya could know Old Man Zhong's background. However, he only felt that there was little hope. After all, Xiling was so vast.

There were so many people, and Old Man Zhong was not a famous person, and Wei Wuya most likely didn't know him.

But when Wei Wuya blurted out the name "Zhong Chengan" at this moment, Qin Xiao was a little surprised, wondering if Old Man Zhong's real name was Zhong Chengan?

"Old manager, do you... know him?"

However, Wei Wuya raised his hand with all his strength, grasped Qin Xiao's wrist, and his tone became serious: "What is your birthday?"

Qin Xiao saw his reaction with such excitement. Although he knew that he would not pose any threat to him since he was exhausted, he still felt wary in his heart. He forced a smile and said: "Why does the boss ask this? I was born on the fifth day of August."

"No, you lied to the Za family!" Wei Wuya said sternly: "You...are you born on the third day of October? Did Zhong Chengan tell you that you were born on the third day of October?" Although his tone was stern.

However, when the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry, the sound cannot be raised.

Qin Xiao's heart trembled, and he asked in a deep voice: "Why do you say that? Why does the manager think I was born on the third day of October?"

"You...are you really alive?" Wei Wuya's voice was full of surprise, and he suddenly laughed strangely: "Is the cold poison in your body...has been cured?"

Qin Xiao's body shook violently. He grabbed Wei Wuya's collar and said sternly: "How do you know? Who is Zhong Chengan? Who am I?"

"Haha...hehe...!" Wei Wuya's body was limp at the moment, letting Qin Xiao grab his collar and let out a strange laugh: "God's will... unexpectedly happened like this

...Hahaha, it turns out you...you are beside the saint...haha...God's will...!" Laughing fiercely

The ground came to an abrupt stop.

"What God's will?" Qin Xiao pulled Wei Wuya in front of him and said in a deep voice: "What do you want to say?"

Wei Wuya's head had already dropped and he didn't reply. Seeing this, Qin Xiao stretched out his hand to check his breathing, but found that the old eunuch was no longer breathing.

Wei Wuya not only knew the name of Old Man Zhong, but also knew the existence of Han Po. From this, it was almost certain that the old eunuch must be very clear about his life experience, but at this critical moment, the old eunuch

He died just like that, without any breath.

Qin Xiao shook his head twice more, hoping that Wei Wuya would wake up and tell the truth, but after all, he knew that the old eunuch was indeed dead. He let go of his hand slumped, and Wei Wuya's body fell backwards, lying on the ground.
Chapter completed!