Blue Silver Grass Strategy

"Ah?" Bibi Dong raised her bare hands, covered her mouth, and looked at Qianxunji in surprise.

"Well, don't worry."

Qianxunji shook his head first, then said slowly while thinking: "I intend to choose a new site to rebuild the 'Wuhun City'. When the new city is built, you can invite him to the ceremony, and then we can talk about it..."

……

In the territory of the Xingluo Empire, there is the Haotian Sect.

"Father, brother, I'm back——"

With a ribbon tied around his head and his short hair fluttering casually, Tang Hao strode into the sect hall with big strides, and nodded and greeted his father, 'Zhentian Douluo' Tang Zhen, who was sitting above him, and his elder brother, 'Xiaotian Douluo' Tang Xiao, who was sitting below him.

"Cough-cough-"

Tang Zhen coughed several times before speaking, then nodded to Tang Hao who was approaching him and asked, "How was it? Did you kill Yu Xiaogang successfully?"

"Father~" Tang Hao replied respectfully, "Yu Xiaogang has been killed on a solitary mountain outside the Lost Grand Canyon."

"Hmm~" Tang Zhen said through his nose, with an inexplicable look in his eyes, and said: "I'm afraid that old guy Yu Yuanzhen will have a hard time this time~"

After a pause, Tang Zhen continued, "Next, you should practice well in the sect and strive to reach level 90 as soon as possible. By then, your elder brother and I will accompany you to the 'Mysterious Grand Canyon' and hunt a 100,000-year-old soul beast for you!"

“Hao’er~” Tang Zhen looked at Tang Hao with sharp eyes: “Your grandfather named you ‘Hao’ because he hoped that you could inherit his title of ‘Haotian Douluo’. You, don’t let your grandfather and me down—cough! Cough cough cough—!”

Perhaps because he was too emotional in his words, Tang Zhen suddenly started coughing violently while he was talking.

"Father!"

"Father--!"

The two brothers Tang Xiao and Tang Hao stepped forward immediately, came to Tang Zhen's side, and looked at him worriedly.

"Huh-huh-"

His chest rose and fell like a bellows, and Tang Zhen slowly recovered. He took out a jade bottle from the storage soul guide at his waist, poured out two brown pills that emitted a strange fragrance, threw them into his mouth, closed his eyes and swallowed them.

After a moment, Tang Zhen opened his eyes again, and his face, which had turned blood red due to the severe coughing, returned to normal.

Seeing this, Tang Xiao first breathed a sigh of relief, and then he spoke with concern: "Father, do you think we should go to Lingyun City again and ask Master Ling to treat you?"

"That's right~" Tang Hao said, "These pills made by the Yang family seem to be getting less and less effective. Let's go to "Lingyun City" to find Master Ling..."

"Two years ago, after Master Ling treated you, father, he also said that your illness was caused by a hidden injury in your early years. Unless he breaks through the seal and can cure it in one fell swoop, he can only treat you every once in a while to maintain your condition."

"No rush~"

Listening to his two sons' advice, Tang Zhen shook his head and said, "That kid is good in everything except that he is too soft-tempered!"

"With his control over the special environment of Lingyun City, everything is under his nose."

"But, his place is like a sieve, with all kinds of people. If I go there too often, I'm afraid it won't be long before I end up in the hands of various forces on the mainland..."

"Unfortunately, only the environment created by Master Ling in Lingyun City can provide sufficient treatment for your father~" Tang Xiao said helplessly: "Otherwise, it would be great to bring Master Ling to Haotian Sect to treat your father here..."

"Forget it~" Tang Zhen waved his hands and said casually: "As long as you two brothers can support the name of my [Haotian Sect], your father can give an explanation to your grandfather. Whether this injury is treated or not is not a big deal..."

……

"Lingyun City" is located on the edge of a branch of the "Tianling Mountains".

A small mountain range that is one thousand meters high and stretches for nearly twenty miles is located between the [Tiandou Empire], the [Xingluo Empire], and the [Xingdou Great Forest].

In the backyard of the City Lord's Mansion, there is a small house made entirely of thousands of "Blue Silver Grasses" interwoven together.

Gently pushing away the delicate arms and hands, white legs and beautiful feet that were resting on him, Ling Yi got up from the bed, and walked out of the cabin in his bathrobe.

After a few leaps, he arrived at the cliff behind the City Lord's Mansion. Facing the crosswind blowing from the distant mountains and forests, with his long hair and clothes flying, Ling Yi felt as if he was floating in the air.

"It's been almost forty years."

Ling Yi looked up at the dim morning star and suddenly felt a sense of melancholy.

Under normal circumstances, this useless emotion would be eliminated by Ling Yi as soon as it appeared.

But at the moment, Ling Yi let his thoughts run wild and let Ma Yujiang run freely.

This is because, Douluo Continent, which was torn to pieces by him, the butterfly, in this plot line, is about to usher in his 40th birthday.

The birthday is not the key point. The key point is this birthday, which is in the 2631st year of the Douluo calendar.

'I don't know if he will continue to be reborn, or disappear in the current timeline like Qian Renxue?'

Ling Yi turned his head and looked at the small house in the City Lord's Mansion. He seemed to be able to see a figure with blue-silver hair lying on the ground inside.

Turning back, Ling Yi looked at the sun gradually rising in the eastern sky and said softly, "It's been almost forty years——"

As the sound fell, he closed his eyes, his mind moved, and imperceptible light blue ripples spread outward from Ling Yi's body.

All around, countless "Blue Silver Grass" on the ground swayed their leaves, responding to something.

In an instant, everything within a radius of dozens of miles appeared in Ling Yi's mind.

Dozens of miles are not the limit, the frequency like sunlight waves is still extending.

A hundred miles... a thousand miles... ten thousand miles... a hundred thousand miles——!!!

Finally, the ground beneath his feet turned into a sphere and appeared in Ling Yi's mind.

His mind was in the endlessly dark, cold, and violent chaotic void, overlooking this sphere with two-thirds of its area emitting azure light. Ling Yi's mind became the will of heaven:

'Whether you come or not, this world will be different because of me.'

"In today's Douluo Continent, I, Ling Yi, have the final say!"

Chapter 3 Newcomer Report

It was early spring in the 2591st year of the Douluo calendar.

[Shuimu Principality], one hundred and sixty miles east of "Muzhi City", Shanhai Village.

Ling Xiaoshan carried a hoe and headed for the fields west of the village early in the morning. Before he left the village, he heard a shout behind him:

"Xiaoshan! Xiaoshan! Come back quickly! Your wife is about to give birth!"

"What--?" Ling Xiaoshan turned around blankly and looked at his childhood friend and brother-in-law Zhang Dahe who was running towards him.

“What are you staring at——!”

Zhang Dahe grabbed Ling Xiaoshan's arm and ran back, panting as he ran: "Let's go, your mother, my mother, and my wife are taking care of my sister, my father and your father are boiling water, let me come to find you..." (Note 1)

The two of them walked along the short dirt road between villages in just two sentences and arrived at Ling Xiaoshan's house.

Before he even entered the door, Ling Xiaoshan's father, Ling Changqing, glared at Ling Xiaoshan and scolded him:

"You bastard! Come on, I told you not to go to the fields these days and stay at home to serve. I'll take care of the fields. Are you worried?"

"When I was farming, you fucking…"

"Uncle Changqing...Uncle Changqing! Xiaoshan is just worried that you might be tired..."

Zhang Dahe hurried forward to stop Ling Changqing, and at the same time winked at Ling Xiaoshan who was shrinking his head, and said quickly: "Xiaoshan, hurry up, go check the fire and see how the water is boiling——"

"Oh~~" Ling Xiaoshan nodded quickly and ran to the kitchen.

Looking at his son's flustered back, Ling Changqing shook his head helplessly: "This brat..."

"Uncle Changqing~" Zhang Dahe smiled and said in a gentle voice: "Xiaoshan is only seventeen years old, and it's his first time to be a father. It's normal to be like this. Wasn't I like this the same way in the past two years——"

Nearly an hour later, with a loud cry, a new ordinary little life was added to the ordinary village.

In the house made of earth and stone, with logs and thatch as the roof, the little life tried hard to open his eyes. He was a newborn, and his vision should be the same as that of a severely myopic person, but he could see everything clearly.

His eyes swept over the boy who was hugging him stiffly, the middle-aged woman and young woman who came over to stare, the middle-aged and young man who were looking out the door, and the weak and pale girl on the bed. He gently squeezed the little fist in the swaddling clothes, and a clear fact appeared in his mind: "A new life?"

I closed my eyes tiredly, and whispered in my heart: "I'm new here, please give me your guidance~"

……

One month later, Shanhai Village, Ling Xiaoshan’s home.

The little life named Ling Yi in this life slowly woke up from his sleep as the sun rose higher outside.

His black and white eyes turned left and right, taking in the empty house. He listened carefully and heard the rhythmic sound of water in the courtyard outside the house. Apart from that, there were no other human voices. Ling Yi knew that his father, who was not yet 18 years old, should be working in the fields with his 38-year-old grandfather.

As for the sound of water outside the house, it should be the mother in this life, washing clothes (Note 2).

Feeling the urge to defecate in his lower abdomen and the hunger in his stomach, Ling Yi skillfully closed his eyes and opened his mouth. The next second, a strong and powerful "Wow" was heard outside the house.

The sound only lasted for a few breaths before it stopped, but the mother Zhang Xiaoyu outside the house pushed open the wooden door of the house immediately, walked towards Ling Yi who was lying on the bed, and wiped her hands that were white from blisters on her waist.

After his diaper was changed, Ling Yi lay in his mother's arms, sipping his own special drink, wondering what kind of world this was.

In the previous month, Ling Yi slept most of the time. The occasional moments when he was awake were either for eating or changing diapers.

During this period, although Ling Yi was certain that this was a world using the 'Yanhuang Common Language' through bits and pieces of conversation between his father, mother, grandparents, and even his uncle's family next door, what kind of worldview it was remained to be explored.

Time goes slowly for babies because they have nothing to do but stare blankly.

Time passes quickly for babies because they get sleepy easily and when they wake up, it is already dusk.

With the sunset, Ling Xiaoshan returned home carrying a hoe. He washed his hands and face immediately, looked at his wife busy in the kitchen, and ran into the house to see his son, Ling Yi, lying on the bed.

Their eyes met. Ling Yi looked at his father, whose face was still a little immature. His face was slightly dark and his skin was slightly rough. Only his big white teeth and relatively clear eyes showed the elements that he should have at his age.

When Ling Xiaoshan saw his son looking at him with sharp eyes, he immediately grinned, showing his teeth and his eyes curved with laughter. All the fatigue brought by a day's work seemed to disappear.

Suddenly, Ling Yi paused, and looked at the hair on his father's head with some amusement. To be exact, it was a blade of grass in his hair.

As if noticing Ling Yi's attention, Ling Xiaoshan raised his hand to touch the top of his head, pulled down a blue leaf, shook it in front of Ling Yi, and said happily: "Xiaobao, are you reminding Dad that there is this blue silver grass leaf on your head?"

"Fortunately it's not a piece of grass..."

Ling Yi rolled his eyes silently, but then he felt like he had overlooked something.

Next, Ling Xiaoshan awkwardly teased Ling Yi, and Ling Yi cooperated by opening his mouth, rolling his eyes, and grinning, which in turn made Ling Xiaoshan happy. Both father and son laughed happily until their mother Zhang Xiaoyu said, "It's time to eat!", ending this interaction.

During dinner, Ling Yi lay on the bed with his eyes closed, resting to recover the energy he had consumed while playing with Ling Xiaoshan.

The couple Ling Xiaoshan and Zhang Xiaoyu, who were sitting at the dining table, each had a bowl of white rice and a dish of boiled vegetables, and were eating with great relish.

In front of Zhang Xiaoyu, there was a small bowl of fish soup with a few oily spots floating in it. This fish was caught by Ling Yi's uncle Zhang Dahe in a river a few miles away from the village, and was specially sent to Zhang Xiaoyu, who was breastfeeding, to supplement her nutrition.

As far as Ling Yi knows, in the past month, Zhang Dahe has only successfully caught two small fish the size of a palm. The first time, he caught two small fish the size of a palm, and the second time, he only caught one fish the size of two fingers, which had been stewed repeatedly by Zhang Xiaoyu for three days.

Ling Yi was puzzled as to why it was so difficult to catch a few fish in an era when there were iron tools such as hoes.

Although his brain was a little tired, Ling Yi was still in a lively spirit. His thoughts were free-flowing, while his father Ling Xiaoshan recounted his previous interactions with Ling Yi one by one, as if he was presenting a treasure.

"correct!"

Ling Xiaoshan took out a blue grass leaf from his arms, stretched it in front of Zhang Xiaoyu, shook it, and said with a smile: "Look, Xiaobao saw this hanging on my head just now, and he kept looking at it to remind me..."

Looking at the swaying blue in front of him, Zhang Xiaoyu put down the bowl of fish soup he had just drunk, pursed his lips, and said softly: "Blue Silver Grass? You, when you were working..."

Lying on the bed, Ling Yi suddenly opened his eyes, then squinted again and turned to look towards the dining table.

Note 1: The relationships between the characters are rather complicated, and the names are given according to the characters' childhood naming habits in the book.

Note 2: It stands to reason that women should stay in confinement after giving birth, but in the extraordinary world, even ordinary people’s physical fitness and recovery ability should be a little better than in the mundane world like reality (probably, it’s just such a pleasant setting)

PS: I heard from the elders in my family that in the past when conditions were difficult, there was no proper confinement after childbirth, and they went straight to work in the fields. However, this really caused a series of physical illnesses in the mother's body in the later stage, which was very painful.

Chapter 4: The cub opens his eyes

Opening his eyes and looking at the familiar wooden beams and thatched roof, Ling Yi's young brows slightly frowned, looking like he was worried about something.

There was no sound of washing clothes in his ears, and Ling Yi knew that his mother had gone next door to help his brother and sister-in-law, that is, Ling Yi's uncle and aunt, with housework.

Although she is called aunt, she can actually be said to be Ling Yi’s eldest aunt and the eldest sister of his father Ling Xiaoshan.

It's just that Zhang Dahe has called Ling Changqing "Uncle Changqing" since he was a child. After marrying the girl, he respected him even more, but he still addressed him as he did when he was a child and didn't change his way of addressing him.

The relationship between the Ling family and the Zhang family is complicated and simple at the same time.

Ling He, the eldest daughter of the Ling family, married Zhang Dahe, the eldest son of the Zhang family three years ago. And a year ago, Zhang Xiaoyu, the youngest daughter of the Zhang family, married Ling Xiaoshan, the youngest son of the Ling family.

To describe it with a word from the countryside in Ling Yi's previous life, it's "exchange marriage".

The villagers are poor and cannot afford any gifts or dowries, so when their adult children want to get married, sometimes they can only do so in this way.