Douluo's Dragon Yin Jiuxiao

Chapter 9 The Tree Language of the Ginkgo Tree! (ask for a recommendation ticket)

The blood was all over the ground, and at a glance, there were more than [-] corpses lying on the vegetation.

The strange thing is that their corpses have all turned into mummy, their eyes are empty, and it seems that they have suffered an indescribable shock.

Beside these corpses stood four men with different expressions. Some of them had sullen complexions, while others were as still as still water. The one thing was that they all exuded the same evil aura.

"These are still too few, not enough for healing." The person who spoke was a middle-aged man with a height of nearly 1.9 meters but a skinny build. His eyes were white and black, like a yin and yang dial, with a faint black death. Qi emanated from his body.

The man in black next to him changed his face slightly, and said: "The Noumenon Sect is chasing too closely, and we don't have a good chance to find blood food. During this time, we will take a break to avoid the limelight. Now we are afraid that the poison will not kill us." That old guy is here too, he is very protective of his shortcomings."

"Tsk tsk." The man in black leaning on the tree seemed to be thinking about something, "No wonder their Noumenon sect likes Noumenon Martial Soul, the taste is really great."

The skinny middle-aged man glanced at the speaker and said, "It tastes good? Don't let Du Bushi catch you, his methods are more brutal than ours."

hum!
The sound of subtle fluctuations in the air came.

In an instant, the expression of the only man in black who did not speak among the four changed suddenly, and he hurriedly shouted: "Go, they are chasing you."

"What!" Hearing this, the other three people were also startled, the people from Noumenon Sect had chased after them so quickly.

Among them, the man in black who smashed his mouth showed fear in his eyes, and the previous evil intentions disappeared instantly.

The four of them didn't dare to linger, and hurriedly mobilized their soul power. Soon, only the twenty or so corpses remained in the dark dense forest.

Not long after, two figures descended from the sky around these corpses. They looked at the miserable corpses and frowned, "Damn, it's too late."

"They can't go far, chase them!" said the old man with red hair.

"Okay!" The people beside the red-haired old man also nodded slightly, but unfortunately they came a few steps late. The evil soul master of the nightmare martial soul has a terrible perception, and he can perceive the two of them in advance before the soul sage. The arrival of a Contra.

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Maple Leaf Village.

Time is like the flowing water of the mountains, gradually flowing towards the river and never coming back.

The ginkgo tree with a history of hundreds of years does not know why, the leaves are constantly falling towards the earth, and the golden leaves are like a beautiful oil painting.

Inside the house, there is a large group of people.

At a glance, there may be no less than ten people.

Qin Ze sat by the bed, his eyes were reddish, and he stretched out his hand to tightly hold Zhu Xiyan's thin, dry, and time-worn palm.

Zhu Xiyan lay quietly on the bed, but her originally old face was inexplicably rosy, and her eyes became very clear.

Kelan's wrinkled old face was full of lamentation. Isn't this appearance just a reflection of the past?

No one in the group spoke, and the room was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard.

A month passed, and Zhu Xiyan's body became weaker and weaker, and even today, she has passed out several times.

Just now, Zhu Xiyan woke up, but everyone knew that it was time to say goodbye.

"Village Chief, I want to talk to Aze alone." Zhu Xiyan looked at Kelan and said calmly. She didn't look like an old man whose life was about to end at all.

Hearing this, Kelan was taken aback for a moment, then took a last look, and nodded.

"Let's go out first," Crane said.

After speaking, Kelan staggered out of the room, and the others followed suit.

Click!

The door was gently closed, leaving only Zhu Xiyan and Qin Ze in the room.

Zhu Xiyan stretched out her other hand and patted Qin Ze's palm, and said in a low voice, "Do you remember what grandma told you?"

Qin Ze raised his head, revealing his eyes covered in mist. He nodded heavily, "Ah Ze remembered!"

"Silly boy, didn't grandma tell you that old age, sickness and death are a rule of life. How can there be people who live forever in this world? Grandma only hopes that you can grow up happily. You have a year to awaken your martial soul , although grandma can't see that day anymore, but grandma believes that my grandson will definitely become famous in the mainland, grandma is going down to find your grandpa, and I can have a good chat with him, this guy has left me for decades , grandma is going to settle accounts with him." Zhu Xiyan showed a weary smile, and she looked extraordinarily relaxed at this moment.

Hearing this, Qin Ze subconsciously moved his head away. Tears had flowed down his cheeks where he could not see.

Zhu Xiyan smiled and looked up at the ceiling. She was very grateful to God that she could have such a well-behaved grandson at the last time of her life.

"grandmother!"

Suddenly, Qin Ze made a trembling voice.

Zhu Xiyan closed her eyes slowly, her lips were moving, as if she was talking about something, with a smile on her face, after a few seconds, Zhu Xiyan completely closed her eyes.

"Grandma!" Qin Ze held her palm, lowered his head with empty eyes, and he just held grandma's hand like that, motionless.

Outside the house, a gust of wind blows, taking away the soul of an old man.

The leaves of the ginkgo tree fell even faster.

……

Two days later.

In the open space next to the ginkgo tree, two tombs connected together appeared there. The top of the tomb was covered with leaves of the ginkgo tree, which shone brightly under the sunlight.

The tree language of the ginkgo tree is: longevity, nobility, beauty, maturity and fortitude.

It's like the process of an old man's life.

Qin Ze knelt in front of the grave. Behind him were the village head Kelan and other uncles and aunts. There were dozens of people standing in the open space.

Yesterday, all the villagers in Maple Leaf Village bid farewell to this respected old man.

"Ah Ze!" Kelan looked worriedly at Qin Ze who had been kneeling on the ground since Zhu Xiyan was buried. This little guy is only five years old, how can he bear it.

"It's okay, Village Chief Kelan, let me stay here with grandma." Although Qin Ze's physical fitness is excellent, his body is also a little painful from kneeling for a long time, but he didn't show it.

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other in dismay.

After a long time, everyone left. Qin Ze stood up after being persuaded by Kelan and everyone, but after everyone left, he knelt down again.

The hair between the foreheads swayed slightly, revealing Qin Ze's extremely delicate cheeks, and he stared at grandma's grave solemnly, "Grandma, please stay with grandpa first, and wait for your grandson to become a god. At that time, it will not only be you , and grandpa, we will be reunited."

Boom!

After finishing speaking, Qin Ze viciously kowtowed nine times towards the grave, his brow blushing.

call!
The ginkgo tree shook a few times, and a leaf fell on top of Qin Ze's head, as if grandma was stroking his head and giving him a soft look.

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