I want to create ten types of civilization

Chapter 870

The melodious zither sounded softly, echoing in the narrow path beside the emerald green bamboo forest.

The black-clothed guard with his eyes covered with a cloth appeared with a bamboo basket in his arms. Hearing the sound of the zither, his pace paused slightly, but he felt the increasingly tight pace behind him, so he continued to move forward without changing his route.

Passing through the place where the piano sounded, the guard in black seemed to be secretly relieved.

Xuan Mo glanced at it with a smile, and continued to fiddle with the strings casually, ignoring it.

At this time, a group of men in black with weapons appeared, and a group of men plundered Xuanmo who was plucking the strings by the roadside.

But the last two people said they were holding weapons and slashed at Xuan Mo.

There is no emotion in the eyes, but the sound of the piano has changed in vain, from melodious to melodious, to depressed.

In an instant, the two killers who attacked stopped their bodies, and the group of people who were walking away one after another also stopped slowly at this moment, their murderous eyes were blurred and scattered.

After three breaths, the entire group was silent.

Sensing the sudden disappearance of the aura behind him, the black-clothed guard was horrified, and couldn't help but move three points faster.

The sound of the zither still echoed in my ears, cold sweat still flowed from his temples, and the guard in black was sweating profusely. He had walked a few miles at least, but the sound of the zither never dissipated.

Most importantly, he didn't feel any aura from the people around him.

After running for a while, the black-clothed guard stopped, turned around and walked back.

After a stick of incense.

"Thank you for your rescue, senior."

Seeing the half-kneeling black-clothed guard in front of him, the corner of Xuan Mo's mouth twitched slightly.

"What's your name?"

"Five bamboos."

"Okay, Wu Zhu, I have a destiny with the child in your arms, and I want to pass on a skill to him." Xuan Mo said, plucking the strings.

Heiyi Wuzhu's complexion changed, because this time he heard the sound of the piano, the turbulent Qi and blood in his body calmed down.

"Wu Zhu's first-rank guard, you can't be the master, senior can come with me."

Xuan Mo chuckled, and put away the green jade flow.

"Let's go, take this pill, it can restore your injury." With a flick of his fingers, a small white pill the size of a bean fell directly into Wuzhu's mouth.

Wuzhu: "..."

Two hours later, led by Wu Zhu, the three joined a group of black-armored soldiers. The leader was a middle-aged man sitting in a wooden wheelchair.

"Where's Miss?" The other party glanced at Xuan Mo, his eyes flashed with astonishment, and then looked at Wu Zhu in a deep voice.

"It was already late when I arrived, there were people chasing and killing Miss all over the city." Wu Zhu said indifferently.

The middle-aged man's eyes were moist, he looked at the basket Wu Zhu was holding, and said, "Miss's child?"

"Yes."

"Alive?"

"Alive."

"let me see."

Wu Zhu opened the bamboo basket, the middle-aged man hurriedly bent over to look, and stretched out his hand to touch it, but Wu Zhu stopped him, then he covered the bamboo basket and walked towards the back of the crowd.

Where are you taking him? "The middle-aged man asked.

"safe place."

Hearing Wuzhu's words, the middle-aged man took a deep breath, "Since I'm back, Kyoto is the safest place."

Wu Zhu stopped without turning his head and said, "Why weren't you and your black knight here when Miss was killed?"

"I obey orders..." In the middle of speaking, the middle-aged man paused, as if he had recovered, and said, "You mean, what is hidden after this incident?"

"I don't trust anyone in this city."

"Then who is he?!" The middle-aged man looked at Xuan Mo who had been smiling and saying nothing.

"He...is the son's future teacher."

"Teacher?" The middle-aged man looked at Xuan Mo and questioned, "How old are you, what can you do?"

"If you want to know, you'd better speak politely." Xuan Mo chuckled and stared at the middle-aged man.

For some reason, being stared at by this handsome young man, the middle-aged man felt inexplicably flustered.

"Dean of the Nanqing Inspection and Examination Institute, Chen Pingping."

Xuan Mo raised his eyebrows. This kid really has a background, and then said: "Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, he knows a little bit about killing and curing diseases."

"Do you trust him?" The middle-aged man asked Wu Zhu.

The latter pondered for a moment and nodded.

"Let's go to Danzhou. You know where the old lady is." The middle-aged man didn't say much, but gave an address.

Wu Zhu nodded, seeing this, Xuan Mo smiled lightly and followed without saying a word.

……

"Little Fan Xian, isn't it boring?" Xuan Mo was holding a blade of grass, and they all touched the baby Fan Xian.

At this moment, the baby Fan Xian felt the malice of the world in his heart.

Being able to live a new life, he feels that this is a gift from God to him. As an adult, even if he is now a baby, he still has his own thinking ability.

Therefore, Fan Xian was quite speechless when he saw the boy with an evil appearance in his eyes, and at the same time he became curious about the other person's identity.

The various things the other party showed made him feel that the other party was extraordinary, especially the other party's behavior towards him, as if he knew everything about him.

He even suspected that the other party knew that he was reborn.

"Boy, you guessed right, I do know." Seeing the change in the baby Fan Xian's eyes, Xuan Mo's heart moved, and he said deliberately.

Fan Xian: "!!!"

Danzhou, Fan Mansion.

"There is a beautiful woman, I will never forget it when I see it. If I don't see her for a day, I will miss her like crazy.

The phoenix flies soaring, seeking the phoenix from all over the world.Helpless beauty, not on the east wall..." A poem accompanied the qin music, although the little girl is not deeply poetic, but listening to the sound of the qin, she seems to have realized it.

Feeling in the fog, very obsessed and intoxicated.

However, she didn't notice the weird look in her brother's eyes at all.

"Ruoruo, does it sound good?" Xuan Mo chuckled after the music ended.

"Well, it's nice, Brother Mo, I don't really understand the song in the poem, but I have a wonderful feeling when I hear the sound of the piano. Can you tell me what the poem means and what is the song called?" The little girl, who was only five or six years old when she woke up, asked innocently.

"This poem has the same name as this piece of music. They are both called Fengqiuhuang. It tells about a man's infatuated love for a woman. He compares himself to a phoenix, and compares the person he admires to a phoenix..."

Xuan Mo told the story of Feng Qiuhuang, and the little girl was fascinated by it.

The little boy who was about the same age as the little girl kept rolling his eyes.

"Fan Xian, do you have an opinion?" Xuan Mo glanced at Fan Xian's expression and said.

"Hey, how dare you, I'm just curious, you bear the name of my master, so you have to teach me something? Even if you mean it, it's fine.

Those who didn't know thought you were Ruoruo's teacher. "

Seeing the boy's eccentric tone, Xuan Mo raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you want me to teach you? Teach you to play the piano and you say you don't have that talent.

Teaching you how to draw is boring, but as for writing and poetry, you can do it yourself.

What's more, you're born with supernatural powers, and you don't lack a lot of brains. It's not like you don't understand the principles of being a human being, so why don't I teach you something. "Xuan Mo said angrily.

This kid is Fan Xian. After he found the Fan Mansion, which was Fan Xian's hometown, he also moved in smoothly, in the name of Fan Xian's master.

With Wu Zhu as a guarantee, and Xuan Mo's talent, Fan Xian's grandmother recognized him, so he naturally stayed.

And the little girl on the side is Fan Xian's half-sister, Fan Ruoruo.

I heard that Fan Xian also has a half-brother, but he is in Kyoto, not in Danzhou.

Xiao Fan Xian rolled his eyes, thinking that I don't want to learn it, but I can't learn it even if I learn it.

He has seen how powerful this teacher's piano skills are, but the problem is that he can't learn it. He can play the piano, but it doesn't have the ability to kill people invisible.

"You, don't worry, you are only so old. When you grow up, if there is no suitable person to teach you, I will..."

"Teach me martial arts?" Fan Xian asked impatiently.

Xuan Mo glanced at him, and said: "If you want to learn, it's okay to teach you, not to mention making you a martial arts master, it's still possible to save your life and defend yourself."

"That's fine." Fan Xian hurriedly responded.

"You do have a sense of crisis, but don't be afraid, I will cover you before you are a minor."

Fan Xian nodded.

Although he is still curious about the origin of this teacher, he no longer has the mentality to explore, and he has been hit too many times.

He even doubted whether the other party had been reborn through time travel like him, but the methods the other party showed sometimes were incompatible with this world and his previous life.

He didn't bother to be suspicious anymore, since he knew that the teacher was good to him, it would be no problem.

At this moment, there were a few screams from the servant girl in the distance.

Xuan Mo looked at Fan Xian and said, "It seems that your housekeeper Zhou has started to teach the servant girl a lesson again, you go and deal with it, it's making a lot of noise."

Fan Xian nodded, turned and left.

thump~
Seeing the suddenly chaotic strings, Xuan Mo looked at Fan Ruoruo, who also knew that he had played it wrong, with a pitiful expression on his face.

"Don't be distracted, let your mind calm down, integrate into the sound of the piano, and express it through the sound of the piano." Xuan Mo taught patiently, putting himself into the role of a mortal.

Fan Ruoruo nodded, Brother Mo is so gentle.

But sometimes he is very fierce to his brother...

For lunch, Xuan Mo was invited to have dinner with the old lady of the Fan Mansion.

"Mr. Mo, you're here." Seeing Xuan Mo, the old lady smiled slightly on her usually calm face.

This is also the reason why Xuan Mo is respected everywhere in the Fan residence.

In the entire Fan Mansion, the old lady is the well-deserved head of the family.

Fan Xian's status in Fan Mansion is somewhat embarrassing, not as good as that of his sister Ruoruo.

The main reason is that Fan Xian doesn't have a status yet. Of course, this status is for the outside world, and Mrs. Fan probably doesn't care about that.

Fan Xian's father had two wives, and the eldest wife was Fan Xian's mother, but she was dead.

Fan Xian's mother also has a certain family background, but once a person dies, it is like a person leaving a cup of tea, especially when the incident was full of conspiracy.

Fan Xian came to Danzhou to protect him, but again, the status of the eldest son of the Fan family could not be kept.

And Fan Xian's father's second wife had a son and a daughter.

Son Versace and daughter Fan Ruoruo are in Kyoto with Versace and his father, and they control a small half of the Fan family. Therefore, in the eyes of many servants of the Fan family.

Fan Xian belonged to the kind who was neglected and ignored. In the eyes of servants, he was naturally inferior to the second wife's son and daughter.

But in fact, is this really the case?
If he really didn't pay attention, Fan Xian would still be arranged to live with the old lady in Danzhou?
Of course, most servants would not think about this. No matter whether Fan Xian loses or loses power, Fan Xian is still the son of the Fan family, and is not something that servants like them can criticize.

But there was only one surprise, and that was the current housekeeper of the Fan Mansion, Housekeeper Zhou.

He is domineering and powerful, and seems to have some kind of connection with the second wife of the Fan family. He often makes things difficult for Fan Xian and makes troubles.

It's not hard to guess, it's nothing more than Fan Xian's status as the eldest son, which makes the second wife feel a sense of crisis, fearing that Fan Xian and her son will compete for control of the future Fan family.

For this, use some means.

"The old lady looks good." Xuan Mo nodded and said.

"Well, thanks to the medicine prescribed by Mr. Mo, Mr. Mo is really a fairy doctor." The old lady praised.

Seeing this, Fan Xian and Fan Ruoruo didn't show much, but Steward Zhou who was waiting by the side had an unnatural expression on his face. The entire Fan Mansion was not under his control.

Only this Mr. Mo, even the old lady turned to him. From all over the Fan family, it can be said that apart from the old lady, this Mr. Mo's words are the most authoritative.

Not even Miss.

"Take a seat quickly." The old lady greeted.

Xuan Mo nodded and took the lead to sit down. Seeing this, Fan Xian and Fan Ruoruo just sat down.

Seeing that her grandson and granddaughter knew the rules so well, the old lady actually showed a happy smile, which was rare.

Since that incident at home, she has rarely seen a smile on her face.

Seeing that everyone was here, the old lady wanted to ask Steward Zhou to serve the food, but only after she saw it did she realize that there was a small but bright red slap on the face of Steward Zhou.

"How did you do this?"

"This is the young master's lesson." Butler Zhou said with a leak in his mouth.

Seeing this scene, Fan Ruoruo covered her mouth.

Madam Fan looked at Fan Xian and asked, "Did you hit this?"

"Grandma, have you eaten yet?" Fan Xian changed the subject.

The old lady didn't like his tricks, she said angrily: "I'm asking you something."

"I did it." Fan Xian admitted.

Seeing her brother admitting it, Fan Ruoruo was a little impatient, and was about to explain what happened, but Xuan Mo pressed her down and motioned to keep quiet.

"Why did you hit Butler Zhou?" The old lady naturally noticed this action, but she still asked Fan Xian.

"This, you can ask the teacher." Fan Xian directly blamed it.

"Boy, after dinner, go and split the wood in the woodshed." Xuan Mo glanced at him and said.

Fan Xian: "..."

And when Fan Xian brought the topic up to Mr. Mo, the old lady had no intention of continuing the conversation. Anyway, it wasn't a big deal. She was old, but she was not blind.

You can probably guess what's going on.

But if she didn't ask, it didn't mean Xuan Mo didn't tell.

"Butler Zhou," Xuan Mo called.

"Mr. Mo."

"You said, Fan Xian hit you, right? Tell the truth, tell the truth, don't be afraid, the old lady will decide for you."

"Young master is right." Butler Zhou bowed his head.

Xuan Mo nodded: "Since the beating is right, it proves that you made a mistake, correct yourself, and don't repeat the beating."

"Clear, understand."

Seeing this, Xuan Mo glanced at Fan Xian, and said, "Chop tomorrow's firewood too. Since when did you teach you to beat people? The good ones don't learn from the bad ones."

"Oh." Seeing this, Fan Xian responded.

The old lady nodded thoughtfully, and glanced at Butler Zhou.

Shen Sheng said: "The food is not served yet."

(End of this chapter)