The dragon girl felt some subtle changes in Xia Chen's emotions, looked at Xia Chen and said, "Come with me!"

When Xia Chen heard the voice of the dragon girl, he quickly calmed down his emotions and followed the dragon girl towards the courtyard.

Looking at the slightly old building in the courtyard, Xia Chen felt a strange feeling in his heart, but his spiritual sense made him feel an extremely powerful aura inside. Although these auras did not have a substantial shape, Xia Chen, who was a cultivator in his previous life, could feel it.

A few minutes later, Xia Chen followed Long Nu to the gate of a courtyard house. In such a group of modern buildings, this courtyard house not only did not seem very abrupt, but instead exuded a sense of accumulation of time and a profound feeling of history.

At the entrance of the Sihe Courtyard, there are small stone lions one meter and two feet tall standing on the left and right. On the banner at the door, there are mottled traces of the years that cannot be seen clearly.

Following the dragon girl up a few steps, she entered the courtyard. There was no one in the courtyard at the front door.

The dragon girl quickly walked through the courtyard and entered the room behind. She soon came to a small courtyard. There were a few pots of flowers and plants planted at the entrance of the courtyard. When she looked up, she saw a couplet without a horizontal banner.

The first couplet: I hate evil and I will hold the world with a few hard bones!

The second couplet: Sacrifice your life for righteousness, and a head will fall into the top scholar!

Seeing this couplet, a splendor appeared in Xia Chen's eyes, which made the dragon girl walking in front of him unable to help but look back at Xia Chen for a more time.

The dragon girl pushed open the door of the wooden house, walked slowly into the house, and said respectfully: "Master, I've brought him here, he's right at the door!"

An old man's voice sounded inside the room, "Let him come in!"

Xia Chen strode into the house curiously and saw an old man with silver hair sitting on a chair in the room, with a coffee table in front of the old man, and a endgame on it.

The old man looked down at the end of the coffee table and did not speak.

When Xia Chen saw the old man's expression, he naturally understood what the old man meant. The other party wanted to test his patience and check his own character. He stood in the house without hesitation, without speaking.

The old man looked at the chessboard and thought about the chess game seriously. He occasionally picked up the white porcelain cup placed next to the tea tray and took a sip of tea.

Half an hour passed quickly.

The water in the old man's white porcelain cup has already reached the bottom.

Xia Chen looked at the black thread exposed below the coffee table, lowered his head, and saw a purple clay pot for burning tea.

He bent down and picked up the purple clay pot, looked at the dragon girl beside him, and asked in a low voice: "Where is the water!"

When Long Nu saw Xia Chen holding a tea set, she seemed a little careless and said: "It's in the aisle outside the house."

Xia Chen picked up the tea set and fed some water outside the house, then returned to the house and plugged the teapot into it.

At this time, Xia Chen came to the old man and said gently: "Grandpa, let me make a pot of tea for you!"

The old man seemed to be watching it more at this time, and he nodded in a low voice, and then continued to check the endgame in front of him.

Pick up a small wooden hammer and smash the tea cake into a small piece. Next, wash the tea set, tea leaves, and warm cups, wash the tea leaves again, and finally pour the hot boiling water into the tea cup.

Accompanied by Xia Chen's actions, the old man's eyes would occasionally raise from the endgame and look at Xia Chen.

Xia Chen's movements were very meticulous, and every simple movement was done very seriously and focused, with a completely selfless spirit in it.

The hot start turned into a silver thread and poured into the cup. The misty hot air slowly spread from the teapot, and suddenly, a faint tea fragrance floated in the house.

Xia Chen looked at the dragon girl who was staring at her with big eyes, and quickly used bamboo tweezers from the tea set, tweezed a small purple clay cup, poured a cup of tea for the dragon girl, and finally poured a cup of tea for herself.

After doing this, Xia Chen stood beside him and didn't speak.

However, at this time, the old man who had been paying attention to the chess game with his eyes retracted, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He picked up the hot tea, placed it in front of his nose and sniffed it gently, nodded slightly and said, "Good tea!"

As he said that, he raised his cup and took a big sip.

Xia Chen's expression changed slightly when he saw it.

The old man let the Buddha down and didn't see Xia Chen's thoughts, and said, "Now not many young people know how to make tea. You are just eighteen years old!"

When Xia Chen heard the old man's words, he replied respectfully: "It's been a month since I was over!"

This old man was not easy to drink half a cup of hot tea in one sip. The other person's momentum and behavior were unfathomable everywhere. Could it be that he was the dragon soul in his grandfather's mouth, the founder of the Dragon Soul Group of the Guoan Special Operations Group?

Thinking of this, Xia Chen felt a kind of respect from the dragon soul in his heart.

Although I don’t know all about many things, Xia Chen knew about the experiences in my previous life how sacred the professions they are. They are all a group of people who give up their own interests for the sake of the safety of the country. Such a group of people are the unsung heroes behind national security.

The old man raised his head and looked at Xia Chen and said, "You are very similar to your father. The last time happened was our mistake. If you have any problems, I will be ashamed of your father after my old bones die!"

Xia Chen's expression was a little dim after hearing Long Hun's words. It seemed that his father in this life was really dead, and an inexplicable sadness suddenly arose in his heart.

When the old man saw Xia Chen's mood change, he suddenly laughed and said, "Although he was dead, he killed twelve enemies before he died. Even though he died, he was still honored. As long as a real man dies, you don't have to be too sad!"

Xia Chen nodded slightly after hearing Long Hun's words.

Xia Chen actually didn't have much feelings for his father, but in the six months since he came to this world, he had been lying on ill and recuperating. Grandpa Xia Zhengrong and grandma Zhang Yajing took good care of Xia Chen every day. Even as a cultivator, Xia Chen's heart was melted by the two old people, which made Xia Chen truly integrate into this world. It was also from that time that Xia Chen had regarded the two old people as his close relatives. These two old people were Xia Chen's reverse scales and would die if they touched them.

After hearing Long Hun's words, what he was most worried about was whether the two old men knew about this.

He restrained his emotions and looked at Longhun and asked: "Do my grandparents know about this!"

Long Hun sighed and said, "Your grandma is not aware of this matter, but your father has never appeared after you have an accident. Maybe your grandpa has guessed something, but you were in danger at that time. We did not tell your grandpa about your father, for fear that he would not be able to bear the blow!"

Xia Chen nodded slightly after hearing Long Hun's words.

Longhun looked at Xia Chen and asked, "I'm asking you here this time to ask about your last car accident!"

After hearing Long Hun's words, Xia Chen couldn't help but smile bitterly. He did not remember the car accident in detail. Afterwards, Xia Zhengrong and Zhang Yajing seemed to be deliberately avoiding mentioning this matter in front of Xia Chen. This time, being asked by Long Hun made Xia Chen a little curious about this matter. If he had to deal with him deliberately, he would be more prepared.

He quickly said: "After experiencing the last car accident, the memory in my mind has broken down, and I can't remember many things myself!"

Long Hun heard Xia Chen's words and looked a little disappointed. After a while, he heard Long Hun sigh: "It's a pity that the needle score handed down from the ancestors of the Xia family you carried with you is gone! This time I came to you just to see if I could learn some clues from you, so that our people could find some clues from it, and find your Xia family's needle score. This needle score is more important than your own life!"

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