The contents of the two storage bags, totaling 5,500 spirit stones, will be recorded and deducted from the profit of Hu Qing's next delivery. Including the money for purchasing materials, all will be deducted from the profit in the future. One deduction per receipt, no extension.
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Xunzi was in a trance, five thousand and five hundred spiritual stones. In the past, I would hide even one spiritual stone until the Chinese New Year.
It's very uncomfortable to be so extravagant all of a sudden.
Hu Qing said: "You have been delayed by the Yu family for too long. From now on, except for cultivation and weapon refining, don't worry about other chores. Bring your cultivation to a regular level. However, don't rush for success. Keep a normal mind and do it step by step.
If you can't activate your spiritual consciousness now, just practice more tempering techniques. That's what I was like at that time. The more techniques I practice, it will also be helpful for using my spiritual consciousness to refine weapons in the future."
Xunsi nodded repeatedly and opened his mouth several times: "Master, I - am I a member of the Hu family?"
Hu Qing turned his head and looked at him: "Otherwise, do you have somewhere else to go?"
"No, that's not what I meant. What I meant was - please give me a name from the head of the family."
Give a name?
Hu Qing is confused, boy, do you really believe in my sister’s naming skills? Don’t you know that my sister’s eldest son is named Hu Huahua?
Hu Huahua: Yes, it’s a nice name.
Moreover, when it comes to giving names, where did you learn the way that feudal family heads treat their servants? Oh, is this what the Yu family does?
"No, I don't have such rules here. You can call me whatever you want."
"Oh." Xun's eyes were a little disappointed.
Hu Qing was curious: "The name Xun is very nice and has a good meaning. Where there are mountains and waters, there must be immortals."
Xunzi smiled bitterly: "These are the two words I was looking for. At first they called me little slave, smoked oil."
Hu Qing frowned, the little slave knew, what is smoked oil?
"The Yu family has prepared a special oil called colored oil. The smoke from burning this oil will form special and beautiful colored patterns on the surface of the utensils. The burned colored oil is useless. It is called smoked oil. It has no use.
It can only be thrown into the abandoned mine pit."
Hu Qing understood that the Yu family produced industrial waste and polluted the environment.
"Your adoptive father - didn't give you a name?"
What can you say?
"That person of his - as long as I am alive, it will be fine. He told me that he and I are just the Yu family's colored oil. We burn it to add a layer of beautiful patterns to the utensils. The patterns are of no use. He and I are not important.
In the end, it all has to be turned into smoked oil and thrown into the mines.”
"..."
He must be a person who has no love or expectation for life. With such a numb and indifferent mentality, it is easy for accidents to happen. If an accident occurs, it is easy for him to give up his life.
Therefore, it is rare and precious for Xunsi to grow up into such a sunny and optimistic boy in an environment without any warmth.
"What do you want to be called? You decide your name."
"What do you think, the head of the family?" Xunsi looked at her expectantly.
Hu Qing hahaha: "I think you can give my last name Hu."
Xunsi nodded, his eyes shining even brighter.
"Well, I think the word "Yangchunbaixue" suits you quite well. You can choose it."
Ga?
Xunzi blinked, his long eyelashes making him look a little silly.
Yang, spring, white, snow? It seems that any word that comes after the word "hu" feels weird.
Hu Qing whispered: "How about Hu—— Ah You?"
Xunsi:...I can’t laugh anymore.
It seems that the master's ability in certain aspects is less than expected.
Hu Qingsang, isn't this making things difficult for me?
"Ahem, let me think about it."
Xunsi: "Oh, the head of the family should think carefully." I'm looking forward to it.
"..."
I'm just being polite, you can save it, name yourself, what a rare opportunity, young man, why can't you think about it.
Xunsi is eager to break away from the past and does not want to keep a name with an unpleasant connotation. He hopes to be reborn and start with a new name.
Hu, Hu what?
The five members of the Yu family were thrown to the ground for people to admire for a long time. Only then did the numbness in their bodies subside, and boundless pain surged up. They wailed and screamed in shame, and called passers-by for favors.
Come to my family.
Baopingfang was so big that I couldn't meet my family members on the street. Their bones were broken in countless places and they couldn't even lift their fingers, so they couldn't make paper cranes at all.
But the world is so hot, they lie on the ground and let people look at them and laugh and talk for so long, but no kind person comes forward to help!
So angry, so angry.
When the Yu family came to find them, they were horrified and carried them into the carriage. The pain of their bones being dislocated and shaking made them howl like pigs. When they returned home, they had to face the wind and rain from their elders.
Hatred abounded: "Grandfather/granduncle/uncle, killed Xunsi. His life was given by our Yu family, and our Yu family has the right to take back his life."
The adults don't think so, oh, they also think that Xun's life belongs to the Yu family, but there is someone behind Xun, and that person——
Thinking of the information I have gathered these days, it seems that that woman is not someone to be trifled with.
But the older children were screaming and insisting on being killed, so it was best to kill the old woman too.
Hu Qing: Call me an old woman again, and I will kill you.
"Ah, it hurts - Grandpa, you want to avenge me -"
It hurts, it hurts so much. I don’t know what method that damn old woman used. She obviously used ointments and elixirs to grow the bones after setting the bones, but the pain of the broken bones is still there. Nothing works, and it even hurts more.
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It’s so evil.
"That old woman must be an evil cultivator."
"Revenge us."
"Kill that damn little slave."
The elders of the Yu family are quite spoiled with their children, and if their own children are beaten like this, don’t they need to find a way out? How can the Yu family still hang out in Baopingfang?
Killing an old woman is not feasible, they are not that stupid, but killing Xunsi, when he came out alone, was just a runaway slave, who would dare to interfere.
Hu Qing: Sure enough, there is something wrong with my brain.
And Hu Qing took Xun Ming to buy some exercises again: "I don't have anything suitable for you here. Let's buy it and take your pick. By the way, what's your root value?"
Xunsi: “What kind of roots?”
Pure natural confusion.
Hu Qing: "..."
She simply took him into a roadside teahouse, asked for a private room, and took out the Ouija board, the one Hu Nuan gave her.
"The spiritual root is the spiritual root, and the rootedness is the quality of the spiritual root. The perfect score is 100. Speaking of which, I have dual spiritual roots, and the rootedness is not bad. You are fire, metal, water, and you don't know the rooting. How can you test whether you have spiritual roots?
Is it brighter or darker?"
Xunmei scratched his head: "I don't really remember. The Yu family tested their spiritual roots when they were five years old. When I was five years old - I couldn't tell whether it was brighter or brighter."
He thought the candle was very bright.
He placed his hand on the Ouija board very carefully, as it was a little trembling, in case his roots were planted——
The red, white and blue colors lit up, and the bright light reflected Xunzi's silly face: "Is it bright or not?"
"Hey, hey, hey, you are very good." Hu Qing was greatly surprised: "Let me just say, the Yu family suppresses you everywhere and does not allow you to practice. You are still a third-level spiritual person, and you are very powerful at the fifth level of Qi refining at the age of twenty.
Yes. It turns out you have deep roots - eighty, eighty, eighty. So stable. Good spiritual roots."
Xun Si's heart pounded loudly, and Hu Qing's voice suddenly sounded far away and suddenly came closer: "Okay - good spiritual roots?"
