"I contributed only a slight effort to the Western Xia Kingdom." The old voice paused and said slowly: "In the Western Xia Kingdom, I am just an ordinary person, but only a small one among the thousands of people."

"Is that right?" Jiang Nan's tone sank, and his palm gently pressed on the wooden table. With a 'buzz...', the whole wooden table shook violently: "Senior, you invite me to come in and talk about it. All you want to say is this."

The wooden table seemed rough and old, but under the shock of the vast real energy, there was no sign of breaking. Jiang Nan felt a little nervous and was more afraid of this thatched hut, especially the old man who had not yet appeared, he was definitely not a good person.

"Haha, my friend, if you can get here, it means you are destined to be with me and Xixia."

"So what if you are destined to be, so what if you are not destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to

"Since you are destined to be, why not stay in Xixia for a few years? I believe you will have a lot of gains."

"What if I don't keep it?"

"Haha, stay or not, let's do it... I believe that there is always a reason for you to stay... There will definitely be..."

The old man's voice became weaker and weaker. As the sound weakened, the strong artistic conception also dissipated. In a moment, the entire thatched hut had no other breath, just like an ordinary thatched hut that could not be more ordinary.

"Let's go." Jiang Nan shook his body and came out of the thatched hut. He immediately hung up in the air. Ziqing followed closely behind, with one man and one beast leaving the Xixia Palace quickly and sank into the dark night sky.

...

"Five Elements fellow practitioners, such a peerless genius." In the thatched hut in the quiet depths, a faint purple aura gathered from all sides and condensed into an old man in a purple robe. The old man's indifferent expression revealed a hint of strangeness: "Come to find the dragon vein, are you the rumored person? Haha... Regardless of whether it is, you will definitely stay in Xixia City, must..."

After the old man in purple robe said that, his whole person turned into a faint purple aura again, floating in the void, and the cold wind passed by, "Brush...Brush..." sounded, and bamboo leaves fluttered in the wind and sprinkled all over the ground.

Deep in the Xixia Palace, a middle-aged man suddenly sat up. Sweat beads on the middle-aged man's forehead were dripping, and his chest was undulating violently, as if he was holding his breath in his chest, and he might be unable to breathe at any time.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?" The gentle woman who was sleeping in the same quilt with the man in panic pulled the quilt through the quilt, and her arm was placed on the man's chest. Her green fingers wiped off His Majesty's sweat and said softly: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you..."

The middle-aged man was the emperor of Xixia Kingdom. He was in a high position for many years, but he still had something to panic. The man was forcibly shocked, took a few deep breaths, walked off the bed, and a maid immediately stepped forward to change his clothes.

In the late night when the cold wind whistled, the Emperor of Xixia wore a fur coat and walked alone towards the depths of the garden, until he stopped.

The Emperor of Xixia knelt down in front of the thatched hut and bowed devoutly three times. He was usually in the court and accepted the worship of hundreds of thousands of people, but at this time he disappeared.

"Xia Yan meets the ancestor." The emperor bowed deeply in front of the thatched hut, but did not get an answer, and his tone became extremely respectful: "Xia Yan meets the ancestor."

"You are here..." A misty voice came from the thatched hut, and bamboo leaves fell with the sound and scattered on Xia Yan's shoulders: "Which year is it now?"

"Report to the ancestor, this year is 163,762 years of Xiali."

"How many years have you been in Kaiyuan?"

"Ninety-ninety-seven years."

"Oh... So it's been so long, the million-year period of Kaiyuan is approaching. It's a pity... It's a pity... It's a pity that I can't wait for that day, a thousand years, who can borrow my thousand-year life..."

"The ancestor's blessings and longevity are the same as heaven, thousands of years, ten thousand years..."

"The illusory words of those who practice are meaningless." Xia Yan was interrupted by the ancestor before he finished speaking: "Do you know that someone came to Xixia City, and this person came to find the dragon vein."

"Dragon Vein..." Xia Yan's expression was shocked: "Old ancestor, does Xixia really have dragon Vein?"

"Haha...you're right. There are indeed dragon veins in Xixia Kingdom, but I can't find where the dragon veins are."

"..." Xia Yan was speechless for a while. Isn't this ancestor joking about him? The ancestor who has lived for many years, and he doesn't know where the dragon vein is. It's almost no different from the lack of a dragon vein. Even so, Xia Yan's pious heart has not changed at all. After all, in his mind, the person in the thatched hut is a god-like existence.

"You go and call you up, just remind you that someone has begun to look for the dragon vein, and it is time for you to take on the heavy responsibility of the Xixia Kingdom."

"Ancestor, my cultivation is too weak, I'm afraid I'm not going to take this responsibility." Xia Yan smiled bitterly, and couldn't help but shake his head and said, "I have been practicing for so many years and have barely reached the tenth level of the Xuan Realm. I hope my ancestor will forgive me."

"The tenth level of Xuan Realm is enough... I miss my decent Xia family, which has been passed down for more than 100,000 years. What are you worried about?"

"Old Ancestor..." Xia Yan couldn't help but get excited. Although he was the emperor of a country, he was just a cultivator in the cultivation world. Since the beginning of his cultivation, he knew how small the Western Xia country was. In the eyes of the powerful people in the cultivation world, the Western Xia emperor was just an ant-like figure.

He still remembers more than ten years ago, a cultivator of the Heaven Realm came in. The sky changed color and the cold wind suddenly stormed. When he learned that a powerful cultivator had arrived, he immediately led the prince and the son to sincerely worship him.

At that moment, he deeply felt his own insignificance. A cultivator in the Heaven Realm could kill him with his arms raised. A cultivator in the Heaven Realm who came from the void looked like a fairy-like and a traitor, but in fact he had bad intentions.

The cultivation of the Heaven Realm has great power and requires the emperor to sacrifice ten thousand boys. Although the Western Xia Kingdom is not a great country, there is still a way to sacrifice ten thousand boys, but there are several princes who are also among the sacrifices.

Just as Xia Yan was filled with sorrow, the ancestor of Xixia suddenly appeared above the imperial city. As soon as the ancestor came to the world, the practitioners of the Heavenly Realm with the immortal spirit were so scared that they all flew into the distance without saying a word.

The cultivator of the Heaven Realm flew extremely fast. Before Xia Yan and others could react, they had disappeared from the Great Chu Palace. As soon as the cultivator of the Heaven Realm disappeared, the ancestor of the Western Xia immediately chased him. In a moment, the vast sky in the distance came from the terrifying roar of the cultivator of the Heaven Realm.

The ancestor didn't say much about what the Tian Realm cultivator would end, but there was no need to guess. Everyone would understand in their hearts that when Xia Yan took over the throne, he learned from the previous emperor that there was a mysterious ancestor living in Xixia.

But he had taken over the throne for decades, but he had never seen a mysterious ancestor. If it weren't for the sudden attack of the cultivator of the Heavenly Realm, he would probably not have seen the ancestor of the Xixia Kingdom in this life. After all, the emperor was only a verbal existence of the Xixia ancestor, because the emperor had never seen the ancestor from his birth to death, and the same was true for the emperor.

Xia Yan has had a foundation in cultivation for many years, but his cultivation method is limited. He barely practiced the tenth level of Huang Realm. Since the ancestor appeared, he obtained the essence of cultivation method from the ancestor, and finally entered the mysterious realm and truly began to embark on the road of cultivation.

Xia Yan is not young, but his talent is not bad. In just over ten years, he has cultivated to the tenth level of Xuan Realm. He just has to step through Xuan Realm and condense the cyclones in his body into golden elixirs. It is extremely difficult.

Once anyone enters the world of cultivation, his desire for cultivation is uncontrollable. At this moment, hearing that the ancestor can make his cultivation soar, his mood is naturally indescribable.

Although his cultivation level is not high, he knows many principles in the cultivation world. Although the ancestor has a way to forcibly improve his cultivation, this method has great disadvantages. Only by taking one step at a time can a practitioner go further on the road of cultivation.

...

As soon as he left the palace, Jiang Nan felt uneasy. The words of the old man in the thatched hut were still echoing in his ears.

"There is always a reason that will make me stay." Jiang Nan said silently: "What is the reason that will make me stay? Ziqing, what do you think."

"Hmph...humph..." The little monster jumped to Jiang Nan's shoulder, but there was a hint of disdain in his crystal clear eyes.

"Can you say..." Jiang Nan's heart tightened, and He Jingrui's figure suddenly flashed in his mind. His feet were fast, and he flew towards the secluded inn.

Since he saw the thatched hut, he realized that Xixia City is not as simple as it seems, especially the old man's words, which seemed to be deliberately said to him, as if everything about him was under the control of the old man.

When he flew over the inn, Jiang Nan swept his spiritual sense and found that the formation was intact. He just settled down and then returned to the room quietly. He Jingrui was still sleeping, but for a moment, her white hair added a lot, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes slowly climbed up.

"You're back." He Jingrui's lips twitched for a moment, but her eyes didn't open. It seemed that only in this way could she have more energy to speak: "My husband, you're looking for spiritual medicine again."

"Ziqing and I went to the palace to visit and found that the Xixia Imperial City was very ordinary, very ordinary." Jiang Nan smiled faintly and said, "Jingrui, wait a few days before we go to Yanhuishan again. I heard..."

Before Jiang Nan finished speaking, He Jingrui interrupted him: "Mr. I'm tired and don't want to leave anymore. In the last few years, we should not go anywhere. Just spend it quietly like this, okay?"

"Jingrui, we will be wherever you say." Jiang Nan hugged He Jingrui in his arms, and a hint of sadness appeared in his expression: "Don't worry, you will definitely get better. Without my permission, you can't leave me, you can't."

"Yes." He Jingrui nodded gently and snuggled happily in Jiang Nan's arms: "As long as you are by my side, no matter one year or one day, I am satisfied. My husband, we forgot the complexity of the cultivation world, settled in Xixia City, be an ordinary couple, and have children..."

He Jingrui kept outlining the harmonious life of husband and wife in the secular world, as if this idea had been pregnant in her heart for a long time. As she spoke, she fell asleep again.
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