The two of them agreed on Xiao Songya's future by the river.

After the dragon boat competition, Song's father carried Xiao Songya and Xiao Songyan and returned home.

"This is grandma." He introduced Grandma Song like this, "Call Grandma quickly."

Looking at the strange Grandma Song, Song Ya moved her steps and hid behind her father.

"The Ninth Dynasty is not so rude."

After Song's father used this sentence again, Xiao Songya walked up to Grandma Song and called out grandma timidly.

With his hand stretched out, Grandma Song touched Song Ya's head: "Do you want to be the Ninth Generation Me? Not bad, but the Ninth Generation Me is not so timid."

When Grandma Song reached out her hand, Xiao Songya took a step back, so she said so.

Xiao Songya did not answer.

After retracting his hand, Grandma Song said to Song's father again: "I have something to do. A year later, I will take Yaya away, and I will come here often this year."

"yes."

The following scene entered the fast forward mode. During this year, Xia Yi saw Song Ya and Song Yan play together, and saw Song's father constantly using the spells of the nine generations of purpose, coaxing Song Ya, and then seeing Grandma Song coming from time to time, successfully learning this useful spell from Song's father.

On the Dragon Boat Festival a year later, after watching the dragon boat competition, Grandma Song took Song Ya and got on the car.

Xiao Songya lay on the window and watched her father and brother leave her.

"It's just a few years apart. Ninth Genealogy won't cry!" Grandma Song said with a smile.

"I don't!" After Grandma Song's training from time to time this year, Xiao Songya has become much stronger.

Among them, the spell of the Nine Dynasties played a huge role.

When Xia Yi heard the word "Nine Dynasties" again, he was not very comfortable in his heart.

When the Song family was merged into the Yang family, there was no Nine Dynasty. Before, when Grandma Song and Song's father communicated by the river, the words they used were "leaders" and not "Nine Dynasty".

They were in Xiao Songya's ear over and over again, describing a vision that did not exist at all.

"Why did Yaya want to be the Ninth Generation Order?" Thinking of the magic of the spell of the Ninth Generation Order, Grandma Song asked curiously.

"Dad said I want to become the ninth generation leader." Xiao Songya replied.

"Is this true?" Grandma Song, who laughed out loud, placed her hand on Xiao Songya's head. "Yaya will definitely become an outstanding ninth generation purpose."

"Um!"

The car was driving quickly, and Xiao Songya lay on the window and looked for a while before she became sleepy. She lay in Grandma Song's arms and fell asleep.

Xia Yi's eyes also turned into darkness.

When Xiao Songya opened her eyes, she had already arrived at a strange villa.

"We're here!" Grandma Song picked her up.

Through Xiao Songya's sight, Xia Yi saw what this place looked like. It was a mountain, and the villa stood next to a cliff on the mountain.

The screen, quickly move forward again.

Five years have passed, Xia Yi watched Xiao Songya grow from a young girl to a loli.

During the past five years, Grandma Song taught Xiao Songya the spell. The spell was very boring. Xiao Songya was lazy more than once, but with the continuous repetition of the Nine Dynasties spells, she overcame laziness and study hard.

She studied very slowly because there was no reference person, so she didn't feel it, but Xia Yi could tell from Grandma Song's reaction.

Xiao Songya's study did not satisfy Grandma Song.

The stupid bird flies first, and diligence can make up for the shortcomings. Grandma Song extends her study time and constantly repeats the spells of the purpose of the nine generations to stimulate Xiao Songya.

However, in this world, the gap in blood cannot be made up for early flight and hard work.

In the third year, Grandma Song gave up the high pressure and no longer took the teachings of Xiao Songya. The spell of the ninth generation of purpose was never mentioned again.

However, Xiao Songya still worked hard according to her previous study time.

Grandma Song felt a little distressed when she saw this. Although she forced such high pressure, the reason why she forced Xiao Songya was to make up for her hard work. Now she understood that hard work cannot be compensated, and hard work is just in vain. Such seriousness makes people feel pitiful.

In the fourth year, Grandma Song brought a big dog for Xiao Songya, which was a Tibetan mastiff. She hoped to distract Xiao Songya from her attention and prevent her from working in vain.

However, this Tibetan mastiff only took up a portion of Xiao Songya's lack of free time and did not play an ideal role at all.

These things were seen by Xia Yi in fast forward mode. Now, in the autumn of the fifth year, the fast forward mode has been cancelled.

An event related to Song Ya's life appeared again.

"Yaya, let's go down to buy something today." Grandma Song and Song Ya said.

"Okay!" Putting down the spell book in my hand, Xiao Songya came to the doghouse and took out his Tibetan mastiff.

She is eleven years old this year and has learned some things.

She knew that grandma could have sent everything to her family, and she did it a year ago.

But now, grandma has used this time-wasting method.

She vaguely noticed that grandma didn't want to see her learn spells, and she wanted to leave the study as she did so.

This year, grandma never guided her spells once.

She didn't know why.

Holding the dog, she and Grandma Song slowly walked down the mountain.

There is a small town below the mountain. It is called a town, but it is actually just a building and a row of shops. This is the only trading place in several nearby villages.

When he arrived at a small supermarket less than 100 square meters, Xiao Songya watched Grandma Song select items.

She had nothing to want, and her attention, which had nowhere to rest, fell on the conversations of the people around her.

"...Look at that dog!"

"What a big dog, what kind of breed is this?"

"I'm afraid it's a Tibetan mastiff."

"The Tibetan mastiff can fight with a lion?"

Listening to them talking about their pets, Song Ya smiled, she touched the hair of the Tibetan mastiff and continued to listen.

"Tibetan Mastiff? Tsk, this is very valuable!"

"Does the bloodline be pure or not, if it is pure, how many millions?"

"What does it matter if this dog's bloodline is pure or not?"

"You don't know this. The purer the bloodline, the more fierce the dog!"

"How could this be said? My little yellow faced Xiaomei's purebred Teddy before, and she was beaten!"

"Hey, can Teddy compare with Tibetan mastiffs? The purer the bloodline of Teddy, the greater the dog's desire, and the purer the Tibetan mastiff's bloodline, the more powerful it is. Only purebred Tibetan mastiffs can live a lion!"

Song Ya didn't listen to the following words, and a few words flashed in her mind.

——Pure blood, amazing.

Xiao Songya can't remember how she came back from the supermarket. She entered the study and found the curse book that described the bloodline.

Pure Blood First

"Bloodline is the foundation of the ghost killer and the source of strength. According to the experiment, the curse power in the body in a pure blood is ten to one hundred times that of the mixed blood. The comparison of control power is the same value."

"So no matter the strong or the curse researcher, they are all pure blood."

"No one of the elders in the mountain has mixed blood. None of the heroes who sealed the ancient demons into the secluded world have mixed blood. The stroke that had fewer mixed blood than pure blood is a stroke that surrounded the universe. Yes, it is a universe."

"So when many ghost killers reacted to me, the name Miscellaneous Blood is too ugly, so I asked me to modify it, but I refused. Miscellaneous Blood is Miscellaneous Blood. If they can all have good names, then what else do we need pure blood for?"

"And, the power of the spell and the power of control are not all of pure blood. Open this book and let us enter the mystery of pure blood..."

Putting down the book, Xiao Songya did not continue reading. The saying "Miscellaneous blood is one universe worse than pure blood" replayed in her mind.

She remembered the gradually disappointed look of grandma two years ago, and the slow-moving spell learning.

Turn to the last page of the spell book, which records a magic array and a string of spells.

"Do you want to know if you are pure or mixed blood? Use this spell, just use a fool to do it, and you will be able to see it!"

"Use your blood as a medium. If the magic circle only emits one color, then you are pure blood, otherwise it is mixed blood."

"Before this, let me give my brothers a second of silence."

Putting the book on her thigh, Xiao Songya looked at the magic circle and spell that said in the book, "You can do it at first glance, and she bit her lips.

She read it for five minutes, but still couldn't understand it.

She became a little nervous. The more she was, the slower she learned. It was not until the sun set that she finally drew the right magic circle and recited the right spell.

The red light illuminated, and a black light illuminated at the same time.

The book fell from her hand and made a sound. She lay on the side and stood up, shouting at Xiao Songya twice.

Xiao Songya turned her head and looked at the Tibetan mastiff. In her sight, the Tibetan mastiff no longer looked like a Tibetan mastiff, but the two words "pure blood" written in a dense mass.

Bloodshots crawled over her eyes.
To be continued...