After soaking in the warm water, Xia Yi closed her eyes and enjoyed it, long-lasting memories came to mind.
Nearly nine hundred years ago, he traveled to the Holy Soul Continent and became a newborn of the Xia family, a prince-level Holy Soul family.
Among the brothers and sisters, only the third brother Xia Shun shares the same father and mother with him. Shortly before he was born, the jealous eldest mother tricked the third brother and let the servants take advantage of the seven-year-old third brother while he was running and playing in the woodshed.
Secretly setting fire to the firewood shed, trying to kill him.
However, the third brother, who has been astute since childhood, did not use the strong men of the family to rescue him. He held a bamboo hat thrown by a playmate in each hand and fell unscathed by the wind from the woodshed. He realized that the five-star holy soul: the bamboo hat turns into wings!
In this way, the third brother Xia Shun became enlightened to the Holy Soul at the age of seven, and directly created his own five-star Holy Soul, becoming the first in the history of the human race. His father was so happy that he named Xia Yi after the Chinese character "Yi".
As for the name of his previous life, Xia Yi's memory is a bit blurry.
Later, the third brother did not disappoint everyone's expectations. He was successfully crowned king in his thirties and became the youngest king of the human race. He promoted the Xia family from a duke family to a princely family. Based on Xia Yi's memories of his previous life,
The Xia family's shops have opened to every corner of the human domain!
Until Xia Yi was buried at the age of 87, the Xia family was one of the most prosperous families in the world.
"There is no such thing as a long-lasting family."
With a sigh of relief, Xia Yi closed his eyes and his heart sank. A gorgeous and intoxicating starry sky gradually unfolded in his mind, among which six stars hung high.
The Holy Soul mainlanders cultivate three souls, condense the stars in the sea of souls, and are named after the Big Dipper.
One-star Tianshu, two-star Tianxuan, three-star Tianji, four-star Tianquan, five-star Yuheng, six-star Kaiyang, and seven-star Yaoguang are the seven realms of monks.
Xia Yi has condensed six stars, and is only one step away from trying to condense the Yaoguang Star, becoming the king, and becoming the highest combat power in the human race.
But at this moment, in the sea of his soul, the light of Yuheng Star and Kaiyang Star were far less dazzling than the first four stars, as if covered with a layer of dust.
"Is sleeping for eight hundred years still a little short of a complete recovery? That's right. After all, it was an injury that almost killed me. It would be good to recover more than half of it after sleeping." Xia Yi murmured, "Although this sleep, sleep is
The world has changed, not only have all the enemies slept to death, but even the demon clan has been unable to sleep."
"Dad, senior, I'm back!" At this time, Zhou Xiaoxian's voice came from outside, "Senior, are you taking a shower? Dad? Dad?!"
Amid the exclamations, Xia Yi could basically restore the situation outside in his mind.
"Senior! What's wrong with my dad!"
"Xiaoxian..." The hoarse voice represented that Zhou Feng was awakened by Zhou Xiaoxian.
"Dad! Are you okay?"
"Dad is fine, I just want to take a rest." Zhou Feng leaned on the bed, his face changing color, and finally asked slowly: "Xiaoxian, don't disturb senior from taking a bath. Tell dad quietly, do you... see from senior?
What happened?"
Zhou Xiaoxian was startled and whispered: "You also know? Previously I saw the senior summoning a kind of holy soul phantom that I had never seen before, and the holy soul phantom can only be mastered by condensing the fifth Yuheng star.
Thing, this means that the senior... is at least as strong as the dean of our Holy Academy, a five-star jade-level expert!"
"That's it?" Zhou Feng asked.
Zhou Xiaoxian was slightly stunned: "What else?"
"No, no, it's nothing." Zhou Feng said continuously: "The clothes you bought for senior..."
"it's here."
Zhou Feng looked at the package of clothes and said slightly dissatisfied: "How much money did it cost?"
"It's very cheap, dad. A complete set of clothes and shoes only costs 180 yuan."
"Nonsense!" Zhou Feng shouted: "When will you get rid of your greedy and stingy little problem? Can senior wear this kind of clothes? Return it and buy it again, and dad will give you... all the money!"
"Always?!" Zhou Xiaoxian exclaimed and muttered: "Dad, no, it won't..."
"It's not like that." Xia Yi's laughing voice came: "I have already washed it, Zhou Feng, please bring the clothes that the girl bought."
"Yes! Old... senior!"
Zhou Xiaoxian looked at Zhou Feng in confusion as he quickly took out his clothes and wrinkled his nose.
I always feel like my dad becomes a bit weird every time I go out. Oh, can seniors hear me talking to my dad from so far away? It’s so embarrassing...
…
After putting on new clothes and new shoes, Xia Yi took a look in front of a floor-to-ceiling mirror and was satisfied to see that she had transformed from a sloppy old man into a clean and handsome... old man.
Compared to the nearly 300-year lifespan of a six-star Kaiyang strongman, Xia Yi was actually in his prime, but unfortunately he was seriously injured that year and his lifespan was greatly shortened.
"Let's find a way to heal the soul injury first."
Thinking about it in his mind, Xia Yi turned to look at Zhou Feng, who was standing aside with a humble expression, and suddenly felt a little bored. He looked at Zhou Xiaoxian, who was staring at his father in confusion in the distance, and waved.
"Girl, don't forget to find a book for me."
"Ah, I understand, senior."
Seeing Zhou Xiaoxian go to his room to look for a book, Xia Yi patted Zhou Feng's shoulder gently: "What is the purchasing power of money today? How many coins can buy one of the steamed buns I just ate?"
Zhou Feng didn't understand the meaning of purchasing power, so he quickly replied after hearing the second half of the sentence: "Five cents apiece."
"Oh, five cents." Compared with eight hundred years ago, Xia Yi had changed a lot. He calculated in his mind that one cent was equivalent to about 3 cents.
It’s always 10,000 yuan, 3,000 yuan.
In this rural area, it can basically last a year.
So he asked with a smile: "I have underestimated your village. There are clothes sold in this village that cost a lot of money? Can anyone afford it?"
Zhou Feng was slightly embarrassed. He just subconsciously reported a higher number within his ability.
Didn't think about anything else at all.
Xia Yi added: "Do you know how much my shroud is worth? It is made of the finest six-star demon tiger skin and cannot be broken by ordinary swords."
"Zhou, Zhou Feng doesn't know."
"About... six hundred strings."
Zhou Feng's expression became even more unnatural: "My descendants are unfilial and have limited money."
"That's not what I'm talking about. What I mean is that I've worn clothes worth 600 yuan, but I can wear these clothes worth 180 yuan. I've eaten dragon liver and phoenix marrow, and steamed buns and pickles can still fill my stomach."
"I have enjoyed the meticulous service of hundreds of beautiful maids, and I have been able to dig holes everywhere on the battlefield to sleep in."
"I have dreamed for eight hundred years that there is no shortage of people around to serve me grovelingly. What I am missing are relatives and friends, although you and I are not actually related by blood." Xia Yi patted Zhou Feng's shoulder again.
Zhou Feng stayed where he was until Zhou Xiaoxian screamed: "Senior, that's..."
"Hey, I can't take it away. Let me see what's written on the note in this book. Hahaha, it turns out to be a love letter..."
"That's not... when did that get inserted into my book! Senior! Give it back to me!!"
Zhou Feng's expression became lively.
That night, he got into the guest room prepared for Xia Yi and talked with Xia Yi late into the night. Although his emotions changed when talking about certain things, he was rarely cautious and treated Xia Yi like an ordinary elder.
After he left Xia Yi's room, he went straight to knock on his daughter Zhou Xiaoxian's door.
After a while, Zhou Xiaoxian whispered: "Senior, you want to accept me as your disciple? Really?!"