Part 7 Chapter 35 Don't Step on My Dead Grass!

After saying this, Chu Tenghu, who had lowered his head and remained silent beside him, quietly raised his head, glanced at Chu Yang, and then lowered his eyelids.

At this glance, jealousy and hatred are like madness, and coldness is like a knife!

Although Chu Yang's cultivation base has not yet recovered, his current consciousness has almost completely merged with the soul of the first generation of Nine Tribulations Sword Masters, and he can indeed be called the best in the world!

Of course, he noticed the origin of this gaze, and also noticed the badness in this gaze.

But how could Chu Yang put him in his heart now? As soon as Yun Danfeng turned around, the three Chu Tenghu brothers were lined up behind his own buttocks.

Your old man is not in my eyes, let alone your kid?

After talking to Chu Feiling, under Chu Feiling's proud smiling eyes, Chu Yang followed Chu Xiongcheng into the inner hall, and after leaving, turned onto a quiet path.

"Yangyang, you are very skillful in treating the injury just now." Chu Xiongcheng raised his eyebrows, and looked at Chu Yang with a half-smile.

"Of course I wasn't proficient at first, but after a night of practice, I'm finally familiar with it now." Chu Yang said cautiously. He ingeniously said treating the other family's wounds first as 'practicing hands'. If Chu Xiongcheng asked, he would say: At that time, he was not very good at it, so he was not sure...

Block the road ahead of time.

Chu Xiongcheng never thought that the grandson was playing tricks, and asked in a low voice: "I don't care if you practice your hands or not. Grandpa only asks you, do you have any part in what happened the night before yesterday?"

"What happened the night before yesterday? What happened?" Chu Yang was startled, and suddenly came to his senses: "Grandpa is talking about... the fact that the big families were attacked?"

Chu Xiong stared at him closely like a falcon, and asked in a deep voice, "With you or without you?"

Chu Yang yelled extremely wronged: "Grandpa... If I do it, can I still keep it from you? This is a matter of life and death for the family! I really didn't do it. It's none of my business."

I thought, I really didn't do it, it was the sword spirit who did it.

Chu Xiongcheng snorted and said, "Then how did you know about this treatment?"

"During my second three days, Du Shiqing, a genius doctor, gave me a book of holy medicine; in the middle three days, in the wilderness of the extreme north, I accidentally broke into a cave. The way to break and resolve all insidious exercises."

Chu Yang didn't even blink his eyes.

In a heart-wrenching tone, with an aggrieved face, he said sincerely. That is a kind of depression that does good deeds but is suspected! Even, there were tears in his eyes.

Mr. Chu couldn't bear it immediately, hey, what kind of situation did this old man force his grandson... It seems that it is really not him. Reassured: "Since it's not you, then you should avoid the limelight during this period. Even if someone doubts it, this old man will make the decision for you!"

Chu Yang said innocently: "Could it be that they don't feel at all when I saved them? Are they going to deal with me instead?"

Mr. Chu stroked his beard and sighed: "He is such a pure-hearted and simple-hearted child. In this world, things are so simple. There is no such thing as receiving a drop of water from someone, and repaying a life-saving grace. In the current world, it is strength."

Chu Yang said angrily, "This is so unfair!"

Patting him on the shoulder, Mr. Chu said earnestly: "When you grow up, you will understand."

Young Master Chu muttered in a daze, "How could this be...how could this be...how could they be like this..."

Mr. Chu sighed for a long time. He felt that he had really failed. The reality he spoke polluted his grandson's pure and innocent heart...

This is a huge blow to this child's pure heart, I hope this child can recognize this evil world as soon as possible...

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The path gradually becomes desolate, with lush weeds and swaying wild flowers on both sides. Rows of tall trees stand upright, each tree is as thick as a few people, with lush branches and leaves, and it is full of birds. The nest, the ground is full of fallen leaves, and there is actually a layer of back and forth. Walking on it, there is a rustling sound, and I don't know how many years it has not been cleaned.

Walking on this desolate path, one feels a sense of tranquility, a detached feeling away from the world of mortals.

In this wonderful feeling, both of them were unwilling to speak, and walked forward in silence, only hearing the sound of their own footsteps...

Both of them have the feeling that this frequency can extend to the end of the world.

Sword Spirit sighed with some regret, and said: "I see, this is the place where the strong should live. Stay away from the glitz, stay away from the hustle and bustle, be alone, accompany the world, day after day, year after year, suffering To comprehend the wonderful meaning of life, the way of martial arts and heaven, until one's own flesh and blood wither with the flowers and trees, turn into mud and breeze, and return to the earth..."

"Everyone in the world knows how majestic and domineering the strong man is, who turns his hands into clouds, turns his hands into rain, looks down on him, and is invincible. But who would have thought that behind this mighty and domineering, there is a millennium hidden away. Loneliness, irresolvable loneliness..."

Chu Yang felt a sense of sourness and melancholy in his heart, and asked softly, "Could it be...they don't have wives? No beauty who will accompany them for life? No unforgettable...feelings?"

"Yes..." Sword Spirit sighed deeply, and said, "But like the fallen leaves on the ground, they are all gone... The only thing that can accompany them is some memories that will never fade in the bottom of my heart... If not, how can I say Gao? It's so cold..."

Chu Yang was silent.

"So, before this, among all the strong people, only a very small number can reach the peak together as husband and wife. Such people may not be able to appear as a couple in tens of thousands of years."

The sword spirit seemed to be on alert for something, and seemed to be sighing: "So... Generally, such a strong person walks the path of ruthlessness... Because, if you are persistent in love, in this long time, the lover leaves, just The affectionate friendship in the past, vows of eternal love... is enough to drive people crazy, how can they survive the long hundreds of years in the future?"

"So, in the Nine Heavens Continent, the Ruthless Dao Master is in charge of everything!"

The sword spirit was a little worried: "And you, you cultivated the way of sentient beings, reversing the 90,000-year tradition... I hope you... don't know you..."

After talking about it, the sword spirit couldn't continue, so he let out a long sigh.

"I see the world with my eyes and my heart, and I love what I want to do; if I don't go to the nine heavens and go to the moon, why be afraid of the reincarnation of the world of mortals!" Chu Yang said silently.

The sword spirit was silent and sighed.

Indulge in love, value love and righteousness, and endure all difficulties in the world. I want to be with my lover and my brother. Even if I end up as unattainable as the moon in the nine heavens, as long as my lover passes away... I will reincarnate with her!

This was Chu Yang's answer.

"Who doesn't know that love is priceless? But... the way of heaven is ruthless. You are so affectionate, what will happen in the future..." Jian Ling thought silently.

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The two came to an end.

It is a small courtyard, very simple. The surrounding walls were covered with withered grass, layer by layer, yellow and green, so crowded that the soil on the wall could not be seen directly. The cracks were propped open by grass roots, and it looked like the wall was about to collapse.

It was even more lush on the top of the wall, and it jumped up to several feet and swayed in the wind.

The two wooden doors were obviously made of red sandalwood. After seeing these two wooden doors, Chu Yang was sure: This ancestor is probably not only three or four hundred years old as he guessed, but at least six or seven hundred years old...

Because this hard red sandalwood has been unable to withstand the wind and frost in some places, there are large areas of decay.

And Chu Yang knew that if this kind of red sandalwood was used carefully and placed in the room, it would not change for a thousand years. Although the wooden door has been tempered by wind and rain outside, but it can reach such a level... It also shows that it has passed for a long time.

The only thing is strange: this old ancestor can live for such a long time, why is there no one under him?

Chu Xiongcheng finally said: "I'll take you here, you go in by yourself. The ancestor only wants to see you alone."

Chu Yang said: "Yes."

He stretched out his hand and knocked on the wooden door. There was no sound inside. Chu Yang exerted force with his hand, and the wooden door creaked open, revealing the yard full of weeds.

Then Chu Yang walked in one step.

Turning around, there was another squeak, and the wooden door was closed, separating Chu Xiongcheng from the outside, and also closing the thousand years of wind, frost and loneliness outside the door.

Chu Xiongcheng stayed in a daze for a long time before turning around and leaving.

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Chu Yang turned around.

The withered grass in the yard is very thick, and the new weeds are very tall, reaching waist height on average. Chu Yang pushed aside carefully, stepped on the withered grass as much as possible, and walked forward.

A muffled voice inside said softly: "Step on the green grass, don't step on my withered grass."

Chu Yang was startled, and followed his words.

I suddenly felt a little sore in my heart.

Step on the green grass, don't step on my withered grass... From these words, it can be seen that this old ancestor is a lover. Or, in his heart, these dead... lifeless withered grasses are just like his lovers and brothers in his past green years, right?

Chu Yang suddenly understood the real reason why the ancestor didn't allow people to clean it.

It's because he can't let go!

The green grass creaked and fell under Chu Yang's feet, and then stood up abruptly after Chu Yang passed by. Although it was a little tilted, it did not hinder its vitality.

In the yard, there are three thatched huts. The wooden door is open, and the stone steps in front of the door are covered with moss in the gaps. On the left is a large bluestone covered with moss, and on the right is a large tank filled with rainwater. It has not been cleaned for many years. Dark green, with strips of tiny red bugs rolling inside...

"Come in." The voice said lightly.

Chu Yang finally took one step in, into the place where the holy masters, full of mysteries and legends, lived for the youngsters in the rivers and lakes.

It is full of the fragrance of grass and trees, and it is very clean. There is a bed, a table, and a chair in the room.

Obviously, the ancestors did not intend to entertain guests here. So there is not even a place to sit.

This is just his world.

On the side wall, an ancient painting was quietly hanging. On it was a girl with bright eyes and white teeth, her eyes were full of affection, silently watching everything in this thatched house.

The ancestor, dressed in Tsing Yi, was standing quietly in front of the painting, looking at the person in the painting silently. With his back to Chu Yang, the statue remained motionless. The back view reveals infinite desolation, loneliness and loneliness.

Could it be that he came here facing this portrait for hundreds of years?

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Writing this chapter today, I feel extremely depressed.

So I decided to go out for a drink and get drunk. There are only two updates today, everyone go to bed early, no need to wait. (to be continued)