Perfect World: Rebirth of a Grass, Accompanied by a Willow God

As soon as Lin Yang finished speaking, a wave of information flooded into his mind.

After a while, Lin Yang had already mastered the Great Roaring Technique.

"Lin Yang, why are you so happy?" Xiao BuDian looked at the smile on Lin Yang's face and asked curiously.

"nothing……"

Lin Yang came back to his senses, looked at the dilapidated Zhuangzi in front of him, and asked, "Are we going in directly?"

Xiao Budian shook his head: "Let's see what's going on first."

Afterwards, the two lay down outside the manor and looked at the situation inside.

"Hey, it's getting more and more lifeless. Several old monsters have died one after another. What about the poor little one? It's a crime."

At this time, an old man drove a beast cart and left the dilapidated Zhuangzi. He brought fruits, prey, etc. to eat.

Although there are some servants in Zhuangzi, the place still looks very deserted, like an abandoned place, desolate and desolate.

"Grandpa Hai, next time you must bring Dahei, let him play with me for a while."

In the dilapidated Zhuangzi, a thin child sat on the stone steps, waving his hands vigorously, coughing while talking, his small face was snow-white.

"Okay, when Dahei gives birth to that litter of tiger cubs, I'll send them over right away and let them play with you."

The old man who was driving away in the animal cart shook his head and said softly, "What a poor child. He has no relatives or playmates. He guards this cemetery-like old Zhuangzi all day. His childhood was too gloomy."

It wasn't until the old man drove the animal cart that the child reluctantly stood up, leaned against the wall, and slowly moved towards Zhuangzi.

In the distance, the little boy stood in the woods, staring blankly at all this, almost weeping, and said to himself: "Is that another me, he is here instead of me, lonely, unhappy, in such a poor health, with a lame foot Did you get hurt by someone?"

Xiao BuDian touched the talisman in his arms, which looked like gold and non-gold, stone and non-stone, and said softly: "I want to send you to Butian Pavilion, no matter how far away, I will go with you."

"Young master, the last old ancestor is about to pass away. There are only a few days left to live. You will have a hard time in the future."

A servant at the porter said, Sitting there with a big thorn, no matter how you look at it, there is no respect at all, and there is a little banter.

"You are talking nonsense, grandpa will not die."

The pale child, with tears in his eyes, retorted loudly, and kept coughing.

"Then wait and see." The servant didn't care.

Another servant said: "I heard that the young master is not the heir of that Shi Ziling, but his real identity is actually the blood descendant of the old monster who is about to pass away, and he is here to replace him."

"It's possible that if Shi Ziling is really a descendant, there will be more disasters than this."

The servant sitting there with a big thorn nodded, facing the young master, he did not get up from the beginning to the end, lacking respect, and even called Shi Ziling by his name.

In the woodland in the distance, Xiao BuDian saw all this, clenched his fists, and his face was extremely angry.

These servants have long been bought by outsiders, and they have been eaten inside and out. After several ancestors passed away one after another, they became unscrupulous.

"Let's go, there are no strong people here, let's go straight in." Lin Yang patted the little one on the shoulder and said.

"Ah."

Xiaobu nodded, a lot of anger had already accumulated in his heart, and he wanted to vent it.

Chapter 68 Shi Qingfeng!One bite!

In the concierge, the two servants were very good looking, sitting like that, showing no respect for the so-called little master, casually saying that the old ancestor was going to die, gloating over the misfortune.

"You are not allowed to talk nonsense." The pale child was very weak, and his big eyes were full of tears. There was a kind of sadness and even a kind of despair.

He was really afraid that his only family member, his grandfather, would pass away, and he couldn't let go of that kind of affection.

And these servants are so hateful, how should he live in the future?

"Young master, you are actually suffering a lot for living so sickly. I think, after you have died for the old man, you can forget about it." A man in the porter laughed dryly, but didn't say it out, after all, it was too blatant.

"Okay, stop talking, sooner or later, judging by his face, he won't live long, he must be a short-lived ghost." Another servant whispered, with a sneer.

"You are hateful, I will not forgive you!" With tears in his eyes, the child leaned on the wall, limped, and walked inside.

boom!

At this moment, the gate of the manor was directly kicked open, and Lin Yang swaggered in with the little one.

The two servants were taken aback by the movement at first, but after seeing that there were only two children, they immediately became vicious.

"Where did you bastards come from, to be so bold!"

The two servants yelled at Lin Yang and Xiaobudian viciously, and they wanted to teach them a lesson.

"Why are you doing this!"

Xiao BuDian looked at the two with a look of hatred, and then each of them punched the two servants so that they vomited blood and flew out.

"puff!"

"You... who are you... here is..."

The two servants vomited blood and looked at the little one in horror, not understanding why this child had such terrifying power.

"Little one, you can go in first, just leave this place to me." Lin Yang said to the little one.

Xiaobu nodded, and then ran into the manor impatiently.

Lin Yang walked towards the two servants with malicious intentions.

"You... what do you want to do, you bastard?"

When the two servants saw Lin Yang approaching them, they felt inexplicably afraid, trembling, and wanted to say something threatening.

"die!"

At this time, Lin Yang directly cast the Great Roaring Technique, and a terrifying sound wave came out of his mouth, sweeping towards the two servants.

"what……"

The next moment, the two servants were mentally shattered, their seven orifices bled, and they died instantly.

"This big roar technique is quite easy to use."

Lin Yang smiled coldly, and then cast the Suzaku treasure technique, a ray of red flame fell on the two corpses, burning them to ashes in the blink of an eye.

……

In the manor, the child just walked all the way in, came to a fairly spacious yard, pushed open a maple door whose paint had already fallen off, and whispered: "Grandfather."

On that old bed, lay a white-haired old man, his face was like gold paper, his breath was like gossamer, his eyes were very dim, and he had lost the brilliance of the past when he was powerful.

"Son, if I die, the only thing I can worry about is you."

The old man raised his arm with difficulty, leaned forward, trembling, and only touched the child's hand a few times.

"Grandpa, you won't die." The child wept.

"Don't cry, child." The old man rubbed his pale face with his rough palm, and tears flowed from his cloudy old eyes, feeling very reluctant.

"Grandpa!"

The child cried loudly and was very helpless. He lay down beside the bed and grabbed the old man's hand vigorously, refusing to let go.

The old man took his small hand with his rough big hand, looked left and right, full of affection, but his eyes were dim, and he opened his mouth to say something, but his chest heaved and he was a little speechless.

"Grandpa, you can't leave me, what can I do if I'm left alone?" The child looked sad and shook the old man's arm.

In the past few years, several old men passed away one after another, which made him very sad. There was only the last old man, who was his closest person, who was about to die at this time, which made him feel terrified.

"child……"

The old man opened his mouth, and all his words were reduced to these two words, he couldn't speak anymore, his eyes were dull, and he could only pant heavily.

Outside the door, Xiao Budian's big eyes were red, and he came here silently.

He pushed open the door and walked in, wiped away his tears, looked at the old man on the bed, and choked up, "Grandfather."

"Ah, you?" The pale child was startled.

The old man on the bed was puzzled. At this dying moment, he saw such a child whom he had never seen before. He called him like this, and he looked at him in confusion.

The generation of strong men who used to dominate the wind and clouds finally could not withstand the years, and the situation in their old age was very bleak.

"Grandpa, I'm the kid from back then, and I'm here to see you!"

Xiao BuDian choked up, and saw what happened back then through Liu Shen, and knew that the old people who were exiled here treated their family very well, and that the child next to him was brought out by them to replace him.

Hearing these words, the old man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, the originally dim pupils suddenly shone with a compelling brilliance, tremblingly said: "Are you really him?"

He actually spoke, his voice was hurried, his eyes frightening.

"It's me, grandpa, I see you're here." Xiao BuDian grabbed his hand, his voice choked up, the other old people had left, and he didn't even have time to give a show.

"Your injury?"

The old man panted heavily, and asked urgently, but he could only say these few words, and could not say anything else.

"My injury is healed, and I survived."

The little guy said, he knew what the old man wanted to hear most now, and said softly: "Now I have 20 catties of supernatural power with a single arm swing."

He told the truth.

Sure enough, after the old man heard this, his eyes widened in shock, his lips moved constantly, and he pulled one of his arms, as if to confirm something.

"Yes, just the strength of one arm."

With tears in his eyes, Xiao Budian nodded vigorously.

"Ha ha!"

At the last moment, the old man let out a loud laugh as if he was returning to the light, and the turbid old tears rolled down, his face was full of surprise and relief, as if he had no regrets.

But Xiao Budian cried, he knew that the old man had exhausted his last energy, and even with the holy medicine, he couldn't save him.

This old man and the little grandpa are brothers. In terms of blood, the relationship is really close, and they are really kind to him, not as indifferent as those people in the imperial capital.

"Grandpa!" The child next to him cried loudly.

The old man's eyes lost a trace of brilliance, he used his last strength to grab the child's hand, then looked at Xiao Shi Hao, opened his mouth, and wanted to put the little hand in his, but he had no strength.

The little boy wept, stretched out a hand, grabbed the little hand, clenched it tightly, and put them together in the old man's big rough hand, and said softly: "Grandfather, don't worry, I will take good care of him. "

The last turbid old tear slid down the old man's face, and he didn't move, with a smile on his face, a kind of relief, and a kind of satisfaction after being relieved.

With joy, with relief, but with regret, he passed away like this, closing his eyes.

"Grandpa!"

The child next to him burst into tears, and threw himself on the old man, heartbroken and heartbroken, tears rolling down in strings.

The little boy was also weeping, with a sad look on his face.

Two days later, the old man was buried, and the two children cried to death in front of the grave, and finally they gradually stabilized under Lin Yang's comfort.

At night, the dilapidated Zhuangzi became even colder. When the wind blew, all kinds of old-fashioned doors and windows creaked, like ghosts crying at night.

Several old people have passed away, and no new "criminals" have been dispatched in recent decades. This place seems very gloomy and lacks popularity.

Three children were sitting in the manor, with a huge rabbit roasting on the fire in front of them.

"That, your name..." Xiao Budou scratched his head, they had the same name.

"They called me Shi Hao since I was a child." The child whispered, lowered his head, his expression was gloomy, several old people were dead, he felt very lonely.

"Or, you can call it this name, and I will change it."

Xiao BuDian said that this child had suffered a lot for him, and he didn't want to leave the name he had been using all along.

"No, I'll just change it to another one. This name always touches a lot of memories for me. I want to end all of this." Said the child next to him.

After thinking for a long time, he named himself Shi Qingfeng. He hoped that he could be as free as the wind and leave this prison in the future.

The two children's big eyes were very bright, they looked at each other and laughed.

"Qingfeng, come with us and go back to Shicun." Lin Yang looked at Shi Qingfeng, feeling some sympathy for the child's experience.

"Yes, the people in our village are very nice, you will definitely be welcome." Little Buddy nodded in agreement.

"Brother Yang, little brother, I'll go with you." Hearing this, Shi Qingfeng was silent for a moment, then nodded. Now he is homeless.

"Okay, then we will set off tomorrow." Lin Yang said, his expression suddenly changed.

Suddenly there was a rustling sound outside.