Chapter 1: : I am Xu Qi

In a large courtyard in the middle of Xicheng, the door plaque above the door is particularly conspicuous, "Xu Mansion", but this door plaque is wrapped in white silk. This family is having funerals, and it is not a funeral for one person.
At this time, a child of about five or six years old in white sackcloth was squatting under the tree in the backyard and was doing something seriously. Even one person appeared behind him.
"Master, why are you here again?"
After the child got up, he looked at the scholar-looking middle-aged man in front of him. He didn't speak, and went straight to the hall. The middle-aged man behind him looked no further and started to keep up.
In the front hall, there are white silk cloths in the center, and there are two coffins in the center. The front of the coffin is set with red and blue gemstones. A white servant kneels next to the burning paper and hears footsteps. People stooped and bowed.
"Master, blind man"
The child made no indication, walked to the coffin, knelt on the ground and started burning paper.
The middle-aged man who followed behind waved his hand to the white servant. The white servant nodded and exited the hall. When he exited the hall, he looked back at the child who was burning paper.
"Master, my wife is deceased, and the young man can't speak, it seems to be a dumb man." The white servant shook his head bitterly and shrank away.
In the hall, the middle-aged man known as the blind man was the big housekeeper of Xu House. Xu Pingfan, the big housekeeper had no surname of Xu, followed the old man of Xu House like a brother. Yu Weijian was given the surname of Xu, and his status in Xu Fuzhong was only due to the wife of the house owner, but no one knew the origin of the name Blind Lord.
Xu Pingfan looked at the child who was kneeling underground, and his eyes were full of compassion. This was the only orphan of Xu Fu. At the age of six, he was the son of Xu Fu ’s head. He thought he was a dumb man, but he could understand other people's words. The Xufu headmaster searched for famous doctors for this, but none of them could cure his silent disease, and he died with hatred at the end of his life.
This child and his obedient and obedient, besides often love to squat under the trees in the backyard, have never done anything extraordinary. Now the wife of the housekeeper is at the same time, and now the surname Xu is only the younger master and himself. What should I do with a big family business? Thinking of this, Xu Pingfan felt an inexplicable heartache.
"Master, you get up. Today is the day of funeral. I want to talk to you." Xu Pingfan faced such a small house owner but his tone was still full of respect
The child in front of him heard the sound and turned to face Xu Pingfan. The innocent black pupil in his eyes made people see no sadness.
"Young Master is still too young, maybe he doesn't even know what is pain." Xu Pingfan thought to himself.
The child pointed to the back of the hall, turned around, and left. Xu Pingfan froze for a moment, and also followed up immediately to the study room behind the hall.
Inside the house, this was the study room of the former owner of Xu Mansion. The child came to a wooden beast statue as tall as him in front of the bookshelf. He looked at the statue with two claws in front, but the lower body had a tail and a back There is a pair of wings in a pre-flying state, the hair on the body is also lifelike, and the greasy head has only one eye.
The child stretched out his young hand and pressed down on the statue's eyes, and the bookcase in front was also divided into two, revealing a passage behind the bookcase, and the child walked straight away.
Xu Pingfan watched his little master finish this coherent movement, and was a bit dazed. He did n’t know what the six-year-old had to do. Why would he know the dark room of the house owner? He should not tell him at this age, and so Familiar, why take him to the back room.
With a series of doubts, Xu Pingfan followed into the passage, and as he entered the passage, the bookshelves on both sides were slowly closed, and there was no hole in the study room.
In the dark room, one big and one small person stood like this. The child was looking at everything in this room, and Xu Pingfan didn't speak but looked at the child's weak back. This room was hanging in the direction of the child. The wooden sword is inlaid with eight gemstones and the colors of the gemstones are different. This wooden sword also has a simple atmosphere. Xu Pingfan knows the name of this sword, and the origin is unknown. Ancestral sword, star chisel.
The child looked at this wooden sword. If someone could see him at this time, he would find that his eyes were filled with intriguing eyes of his age, but the child at this time was in deep contemplation: "I am confused. In this inexplicable world, I was thinking of being at ease, but I did n’t expect the mischief to be so miserable. Now that my father and mother are gone at home, what should I do in the future? Should the person behind me choose to believe ? "
This world is too strange for him. He woke up with an adult soul four years ago and found that he had only one two-year-old child, and this is an unknown world. For several years, he stubbornly gestured to his parents Living alone, in order to sneak into his father's study in the middle of the night holding books to study what the world is like.
After a few years of understanding, he knew that this world is also a place similar to mysterious cultivators. The cultivators here are roughly divided into five categories: spirit master, sword master, healer, Ling, and shadow, and these five types of cultivators The most powerful and the most difficult to practice are spirit masters. They can summon unusually powerful beasts to assist in combat. The most mysterious are shadows. They specialize in assassination, all of which are like ghosts and ghosts. The swordsman and the healer are the choices of most cultivators, and the martial arts are also the two most types, while the Ling are like hunters. Most of their weapons are long-range weapons such as bows and arrows. The powerful Ling is difficult to make People attacked him in close proximity.
These five types of cultivators are divided into finer levels of cultivation, which are divided into six levels: essence, qi, god, imaginary, robbery, and gold. As far as spiritualists are concerned, elf masters are entry-level, spiritual masters are masters, gods The masters are the main gatekeepers, and then the psychic masters, the psychic masters are powerful and boundless, and the legendary golden spirit master is an imaginary legend.
Each level is divided into six realms, and each level is the strongest of the six realms. Generally speaking, the elves of the first realm are basically unable to fight against the elves of the second realm. Because the strength of the monster that the spirit master can summon is also determined according to the strength of the cultivator.
Ordinary people face the cultivators as if they were paper-backed, and they have no power to fight back, so ordinary people fear them like gods, and the head of a country will not offend some cultivators, fearing that if they are slightly offended, they will be crushed and broken. Was destroyed.
"Ah, what's this, this world of cultivators let me do it." The child cursed in his heart, so when he came to this world, it also caused people who often saw Xu House to see, this Xu The young master of the house squatted under the tree in the backyard to draw circles, but no one knew he was cursing the world.
Faced with the situation in his home, he can't get excited. His parents are only merchants, and the noodle cultivator has always been respected. This time, both of them have succumbed to the disease because of the illness. Some low-level sword masters, the father ’s big housekeeper behind him, is a master swordsman of the Five Realms, and he is also a famous name in Xicheng City, but he understands that this cannot be a good way to maintain himself. Living capital, but at present it seems that he has no choice.
The child turned to look at Xu Pingfan behind him, and saw that his eyes were full of doubts, stomping his feet as if he had made a decision, and moved slightly to Xu Pingfan, slightly lowered, and then let Xu Pingfan listen To the moment petrochemical sentence.
"Uncle Blind, I am Xu Qi, thank you for your care over the past few years."