Opening his eyes, looking at the familiar log beams and thatched roof, Ling Yi's young brows wrinkled slightly, looking worried.
When the sound of washing water disappeared, Ling Yi knew that her mother had gone next door to help her brother and sister-in-law, Ling Yi's uncle and aunt, with the housework.
Although she is said to be an aunt, she can actually be said to be Ling Yi's aunt and the eldest sister of her father, Ling Xiaoshan.
It's just that Zhang Dahe has called Ling Changqing "Uncle Changqing" since he was a child. After marrying a girl, his respect has become even more respectful, but the title still follows the habit of childhood and has not changed.
The relationship between the Ling family and the Zhang family is complicated at times, simple at times.
The eldest daughter of the Ling family, Ling He, married the eldest son of the Zhang family, Zhang Dahe, three years ago, and a year ago, the youngest daughter of the Zhang family, Zhang Xiaoyu, married the youngest son of the Ling family, Ling Xiaoshan. To use a word from the countryside in Ling Yi’s previous life to describe it, it is ‘marriage exchange’.
The people in the village are poor and cannot afford much betrothal gifts and dowries. Adult children have to be married off, and sometimes they can only get married in this way.
The Ling family and the Zhang family have come this way for several generations.
Of course, not all of them are between the Ling and Zhang families.
There are actually relatives of the Ling family in the seven or eight surrounding villages. As for the Zhang family, it was Zhang Dahe's grandfather who moved here from another village more than two hundred miles away.
From a blood perspective, although the three generations of the Zhang family have taken root and have little surplus wealth, the children of the family are the meat and potatoes of this country.
That is to say, the brothers Zhang Dahe and Ling Xiaoshan grew up together and have a good relationship, which is why the Ling family took such an advantage.
Not to mention anything else, nine out of ten people in nearby villages have awakened martial spirits that are worthless flowers, plants and vines such as "Blue Silver Grass", "Ivy", "Morning Glory" etc.
But Zhang Dahe, his grandfather and father are all "hoe" martial arts spirits!
Although he has no soul power, when farming, his efficiency is more than twice that of ordinary people!
Well, the above is not the point.
The point is, this is a world with a ‘martial spirit’!
‘Martial spirit—’ Ling Yi turned his head and looked at the shelf beside the bed.
There, there is a clay bowl with many gaps. In the bowl, there is a light blue grass. It seems that it has not adapted to the new environment, and the leaves are a little wilted.
This was last night. After Ling Yi learned about Wuhun, Blue Silver Grass, Douluo Continent and other terms from the exchange between his parents, he used his own way to get it from Ling Xiaoshan.
As for what method...
Last night, dinner was in progress.
"I don't know if Xiaobao can inherit your Zhang family's "Hoe" martial spirit." Ling Xiaoshan said with longing.
A trace of sadness flashed in Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes, but he said softly: "It should be possible. Although my mother and I are both "Lanyin Grass" martial arts spirits, from my grandfather, to my father, second uncle, and my eldest brother,
They are all "hoe" martial arts spirits. It seems that as long as they are men, they should all be..."
"Alas -" Ling Xiaoshan sighed after hearing this and shook his head slightly: "We in the Ling family, counting up to seven or eight generations, have all awakened the "Blue Silver Grass" martial spirit, that is, Grandpa's.
This generation, who awakened a "Morning Glory" martial spirit, is also a useless martial spirit among useless martial spirits..."
"In the villages with a radius of dozens of miles, there have only been two people with innate soul power in the past ten years. After those two left, they have never come back. I don't know what the rest of Douluo Continent is like...
…”
After hearing this, Ling Yi was more than 99% sure, even though there was no other information channel or data to support it:
I traveled to the world of Douluo Continent!
As for the remaining point...
Maybe, this is a large-scale live studio similar to "The Truman Show"?
'First of all, judging from the parents and the surrounding family environment, but still able to awaken martial arts, in terms of timeline, there is a high probability that it will be before and after Dou 1. At least, it must be before Dou 2...'
While Ling Yi was paying attention to the conversation between his parents, he was thinking:
‘Then, both parents’ martial spirits are “Blue Silver Grass”?’
‘In addition, the bloodline on the maternal side also has the possibility of awakening the "hoe" martial spirit?'
'It would be nice to have a "Sickle" spirit...'
‘Depending on the situation, the martial spirit I awaken in the future will most likely be the Ling family’s ancestral “Blue Silver Grass” martial spirit.’
Thinking of this, Ling Yi couldn't help but frown: "The most important thing is that, counting up to seven or eight generations, there is no one with innate soul power on the father's side. On the mother's side, at least from Grandpa Zhang Qiang's father, who
The old man from the Zhang family who migrated here has not even awakened his innate soul power...'
‘So, what about the golden fingers that time travelers usually have?’
'System? Space? Inheritance? Grandpa?...'
Ling Yi shouted in her heart for a while, but in the end, as expected, she found nothing.
It just so happened that the exchange between parents about their parents' shortcomings also happened to end. Ling Yi felt the hunger in his stomach and shouted skillfully.
While he was slurping his dinner skillfully, Ling Yi's eyes were on the side, staring closely at Ling Xiaoshan, the mother and son.
Here, Zhang Xiaoyu looked a little shy when Ling Xiaoshan looked at him. He was about to ask Ling Xiaoshan to stop looking, but he saw Ling Yi reaching out to Ling Xiaoshan, grabbing and gesticulating with five tender pink fingers.<
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Perhaps it was a heart-to-heart connection between mother and son. Zhang Xiaoyu followed Ling Yi's gaze and saw the "Blue Silver Grass" blade that Ling Xiaoshan was holding in his mouth. He raised his hand and stroked Ling Yi's sparse little head and asked softly.
Said: "Xiaobao, do you want daddy's "Blue Silver Grass"?"
Hearing this, Ling Yi took a few big sips in his mouth, his big round eyes suddenly blinked, and his eyebrows curled up into a smile.
"Hey!" Ling Xiaoshan was a little surprised when he saw it, and said happily: "My little baby can actually understand, what a smart baby!"
After saying that, he immediately took out the one-third chewed "Blue Silver Grass" blade from his mouth and handed it to Ling Yi.
Ling Yi seemed to be even happier, sucking vigorously in her mouth, grabbing the light blue grass blade with her little hand, and waving it gently.
Seeing this, both Ling Xiaoshan and Zhang Xiaoyu had smiles on their faces.
The baby's food intake is limited. In this short period of time, Ling Yi's belly was full and she began to play with the blade of grass intently.
'Inadvertently', he seemed to see the end of the grass blade that had been chewed by Ling Xiaoshan. Ling Yi's little mouth flattened, and then he closed his eyes and started crying.
This cry made Ling Xiaoshan and Zhang Xiaoyu panic.
First, he untied the swaddling clothes and checked the diaper. When he saw that the diaper was still dry, Zhang Xiaoyu stuffed the canteen into Ling Yi's little mouth, but Ling Yi pursed his lips and resisted, only holding the blade of grass.
He waved his little hand in front of the young couple.
Ling Xiaoshan saw him at the side, and he was so blessed that he softly shouted: "I know——!"
Immediately afterwards, without any time to explain anything, he ran out the door without looking back.
Zhang Xiaoyu just raised his hand, ready to call him to stop, but when he saw Ling Yi in his arms, he miraculously stopped crying.
Zhang Xiaoyu: "..."
For a moment, the mother and son, one big and one small, looked at each other, silently concentrating on each other.
Not long after, I saw Ling Xiaoshan running back quickly with something in his hand.
Just like that, there was a simple wooden frame beside the bedside of a family of three. On the wooden frame, there was an old clay bowl with "Blue Silver Grass" planted on it.