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Chapter 35 of Volume 7 Don't Step on My Withered Grass!

Piaotian Literature Chapter 35 of Part 7 Don’t step on my dead grass!

After saying this, Chu Tenghu, who had lowered his head and remained silent, quietly raised his head, glanced at Chu Yang, and then lowered his eyelids. 《》网.com

This look is as jealous as mad and as cold as a knife!

Although Chu Yang has not yet recovered his cultivation level, his current consciousness has almost completely integrated with the soul of the first generation Nine Tribulations Sword Master. He can truly be said to be the best in the world!

Of course, I noticed the origin of this look, and also noticed the evil in this look.

But how could Chu Yang take him into his heart now? Yun Danfeng turned around lightly and placed the three Chu Tenghu brothers behind him.

You, my father, are not in my eyes, let alone your son?

After speaking to Chu Feiling, Chu Yang followed Chu Xiongcheng into the inner hall under Chu Feiling's proud smiling gaze. After exiting, he turned onto a quiet path.

"Yang Yang, you were 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 skilled at the beginning, but after a night of practice, I'm finally familiar with it now." Chu Yang said cautiously. He cleverly referred to treating other people's injuries first as 'practice'. If Chu Xiong asked, he would

Said: At that time, it was not a big meeting and I was not sure...

Block the road in advance.

Chu Xiongcheng didn't expect that his grandson was playing tricks on him, and asked in a low voice: "I don't care whether you practice or not, grandpa just wants to ask you, do you have anything to do with what happened the night before yesterday?"

"What happened the night before yesterday? What happened?" Chu Yang was surprised and suddenly realized: "Grandpa is talking about... the big families were attacked?"

Chu Xiong stared at him closely with hawk-like eyes, and asked in a deep voice: "Are you there or not?"

Chu Yang cried out with great injustice: "Grandpa...if I did it, could I still hide 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 to myself, I really didn’t do it, the sword spirit did it.

Chu Xiongcheng snorted and said, "Then how did you learn about this kind of treatment?"

"When I was in the Lower Three Days, the miraculous doctor Du Shiqing once gave me a medical sage pharmacopoeia; in the Middle Third Day, in the extreme northern wilderness, I accidentally broke into a cave. On the stone wall of the cave, there were inscriptions on the past ninety thousand years.

The breaking and resolving methods of all the sinister techniques.Temple.com"

Chu Yang said sincerely without blinking an eye, with a heartfelt tone and an aggrieved face. It was a kind of depression of doing good deeds but being doubted! Even tears were about to flash in his eyes.

Mr. Chu suddenly couldn't bear it. Hey, what did I do to my grandson... It seems that it's really not him. He said with relief: "Since it's not you, then you can avoid the limelight during this period. Even if someone suspects it, there will be no doubts.

I make the decision for you!"

Chu Yang said innocently: "Could it be that they are not grateful at all for saving them? Instead, they want to deal with me?"

Mr. Chu stroked his beard and sighed: "What a pure-hearted and honest boy. Things in this world are not that simple. There is no such thing as repaying someone's kindness with springs, and repaying life-saving kindness in a lifetime."

...The world today is all about 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, confused: "How could this happen...how could this happen...how could they do this..."

Mr. Chu let out a long sigh, feeling that he had really failed. The reality he told had polluted his grandson's pure heart...

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

…………

The path gradually became desolate, with lush weeds and swaying wildflowers on both sides. Rows of trees of various heights reaching into the sky stood upright. Each tree was as thick as several people could hug each other. The branches and leaves were luxuriant, and they were actually densely packed with birds.

There was a thick layer of fallen leaves covering the floor of the nest. It made a rustling sound when walking on it. I don’t know how many years it had been since it had been cleaned.

Walking on this desolate path, one can feel a sense of tranquility and a sense of being far away from the mortal world.

In this wonderful feeling, neither of them wanted 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. (《》网.com)

The sword spirit sighed sadly and said: "I see, this is the place where the strong should live. Away from the glitz, away from the hustle and bustle, alone, accompanying the world, day after day, year after year, suffering.

Comprehend the wonderful truth of life, the martial arts and the heavenly ways, until your own flesh and blood wither with the flowers, plants and trees, turn into soil and breeze, and return to the earth..."

"Everyone in the world knows how majestic and domineering a strong man is who dominates the world, turns his hands into clouds, turns his hands into rain, and is unrivaled. But who would have thought that behind this majestic and domineering power, there is a thousand-year history hidden behind it.

Loneliness, irresolvable loneliness..."

There was a sense of sourness and sadness in Chu Yang's heart, and he asked softly: "Don't they have wives? No beauty to accompany them throughout their lives? 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 their hearts... Otherwise, how can we say so high?

It’s so cold everywhere…”

Chu Yang was silent.

"So, before this, among all the strong men, only a few could reach the peak together as husband and wife. It is unlikely that a pair of such people would appear in tens of thousands of years."

The sword spirit seemed to be alert to something, and seemed to be sighing: "So... Generally speaking, such strong men follow the path of ruthlessness... Because if they persist in love, in these long years, if their lover leaves, it will just

The deep friendship in the past and the eternal vows of eternal love...are enough to drive people crazy. How will they survive the long hundreds of years to come?"

"So, in the Nine Heavens Continent, the ruthless Taoist master controls everything!"

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

When it came to the end, Sword Spirit had no choice but to sigh.

"I see the world with my eyes and my heart, and my love and my will are all bitter and sweet. If you don't go up to the moon in the ninth heaven, why should you be afraid of reincarnation in the world of mortals!" Chu Yang said silently.

The sword spirit was silent and sighed.

Indulging in indulgence, attaching great importance to love and righteousness, despite all the hardships in the world, I want to be with my lover and my brother. Even if I will eventually be as unattainable as the moon in the ninth heaven, as long as my lover passes away...

Accompany her in reincarnation!

This was Chu Yang's answer.

"Who doesn't know that friendship is priceless? But... Heaven is ruthless. If you attach such great importance to love, what will happen in the future..." Sword Spirit thought silently.

…………

The two of them came to the end.

It is a small courtyard, very simple. The surrounding walls are covered with withered grass, layer by layer, yellow and green, so crowded that the soil on the wall cannot be seen. The cracks are supported by grass roots.

Open, it looks like the wall is about to collapse.

The top of the wall was even more lush, growing up several feet and nearly ten feet, swaying in the wind.

The two wooden doors were obviously made of rosewood. 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 should be at least six or seven hundred years old...

Because this hard rosewood has been unable to withstand wind and frost in some places, there are large signs of decay.

And Chu Yang knew that if this kind of red sandalwood is used carefully and placed in the room, it will not change for a thousand years. Although this wooden door has withstood the wind and rain outside, the fact that it has reached this point... shows that it has been around for a long time.

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

Chu Xiongcheng finally said: "I will send you here, you can go in by yourself. Our ancestors only want to see you."

Chu Yang said: "Yes."

He stretched out his hand and knocked on the wooden door. There was silence inside. Chu Yang put his hand hard, and the wooden door opened with a creak, revealing a yard full of weeds.

Then Chu Yang walked in with one step.

Turning around, he closed the wooden door with another creak, blocking Chu Xiongcheng from the outside and closing all 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.

…………

Chu Yang turned around.

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

A sighing voice inside said softly: "Tread on the green grass, don't step on my dry grass."

Chu Yang was startled and did as he was told.

I suddenly felt a little sad in my heart.

Step on the green grass, don't step on my withered grass... This sentence shows that this old ancestor is a lover. Or, in his heart, these passed away... lifeless withered grass are like

His lost youthful years were like lovers and brothers, right?

Chu Yang suddenly understood the real reason why his ancestors did not let anyone 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 again after Chu Yang passed by. Although it was a little tilted, it did not hinder its vitality.

In the yard, there are three thatched houses. The wooden doors are open. On the stone steps in front of the door, the gaps are covered with moss. On the left is a large bluestone covered with moss. On the right is a large tank filled with rainwater. I don’t know how many years it has been.

After cleaning, the tank has turned dark green, with tiny red bugs rolling around inside...

"Come in." The voice said calmly.

Chu Yang finally took a step forward and stepped into this place where the saint-level masters lived, which was full of mystery and legends for young people in the world.

It was filled with the fragrance of vegetation and was actually very clean. There was a bed, a table, and a chair in the room.

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

This is just his own world.

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

The ancestor, dressed in Tsing Yi, is standing quietly in front of this painting, looking at the person in the painting silently. His back is to Chu Yang, as motionless as a statue. His back reveals infinite desolation, loneliness and loneliness.

Could it be that he had been facing this portrait for hundreds of years?

…………

As I write this chapter today, I feel extremely depressed.

So I decided to go out for a drink and get drunk before resting. There are only two updates today, so everyone should go to bed early and don’t have to wait any longer.


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