The three of them had a sumptuous lunch. During this period, Gao Yang talked to his uncle about his grandmother, but he still didn't get any clues.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, my uncle took Gao Yang to the grave to burn incense. Qingling and Wang Zikai had a good relationship with Gao Yang and had met Gao Yang's family. They had no shyness and decided to burn incense together.
The uncle changed into old clothes, entered a small wooden house next to the yard, and took out a small basket from it, which contained in it. It contained in incense, candles, paper money, half a bottle of white wine, three bowls of lettuce, and a hatchet.
Qing Ling looked over at just one glance and immediately straightened her body.
Gao Yang discovered Qing Ling's alertness. On the way to the grave mountain, he asked Wang Zikai to chat with his uncle, slowed down and came to Qing Ling's side.
What's wrong?Gao Yang asked in a low voice.
There is something wrong with that hatchet.Qingling replied softly.
What's the problem?
It was made by Wu Jin.Qingling paused and added: There is still energy residue.
Gao Yang was shocked. A few seconds later, he quickly stepped forward, and his uncle was having a happy chat with Wang Zikai.
Uncle, I'll help you with it.Gao Yang naturally took over his uncle's small basket.
good.Uncle has no doubt that he has.
Gao Yang looked at the hatchet in the basket. It was simple in style, short and long, with a flat blade, and looked like a small shovel. Its blade was silver-gray in color, with a dirty surface, and looked like iron, but it was indeed black gold.
Uncle, what are you doing with a hatchet when you go to the grave?Gao Yang pretended to ask casually.
hehe.My uncle smiled and explained: This season, the grass and trees on the mountains are very rich, and many of them have grown to the graves, so I have to clean them up.
Oh, so Ah.
In the past, your grandma lived here and went to visit your grandpa’s grave every once in a while. She brought this knife. Don’t look at her age and she is very strong...
My uncle recalled in a nagging manner, saying whatever he thought.
The speaker has no intention, and the listener has his heart.
Gao Yang's pupils shook, and a blurry and long-lasting picture flashed through his mind.
He stared at the black golden hatchet again, and suddenly he felt cold sweat.
Qing Ling noticed something, quickly came to Gao Yang and cast a look: What's wrong?
Gao Yang replied to her look: he turned around and said.
Half an hour later, the three of them climbed the grave behind the town and went to the graves of grandpa, grandma, and parents to burn incense and kowtow. During this period, the uncle inevitably recalled many past events.
Finally, the uncle knelt on the grave where Gao Yang's parents buried together. He inserted the lit incense candles and poured three glasses of white wine to toast the sky, the earth, and the people.
He held the lit paper money in his hand, shaking it while muttering: Brother, brother and sister, Yangyang and I are here to see you...
Yang Yang is so Ah now. He is sensible and has a stable relationship with his girlfriend. He also has a reliable good friend. You don’t have to worry about him...
Xinxin is also very good, with good grades. She is still in school today, so she didn't come to see you...
What do you two lack over there? Just send me a dream to me or Yangyang...
You must bless Yangyang and Xinxin... bless them with peace and safety...
The uncle thought that the three children behind him could not hear it, but the three of them had far more than ordinary people and could hear these words clearly.
The three of them stood in the breeze full of grass, looking at each other in different places, and no one spoke.
After leaving the grave mountain, Gao Yang and the other two parted ways with their uncle. The uncle grabbed Gao Yang's hand and repeatedly reminded him of some trivial issues of eating and putting on clothes. Gao Yang kept nodding and saying ok.
After the uncle left, the three of them immediately turned around and followed the uncle home quietly, looking for an opportunity to steal the black golden hatchet from the small wooden house in the front yard.
brush
Qing Ling hid under the wall outside the yard. With a wave of his hand, the hatchet flew out of the window of the small wooden house and landed steadily in her hand.
Good knife.Qing Ling made a brief comment and handed it over to Gao Yang beside him.
Gao Yang held it in his hand and looked at it for a while.
Can you say it?Qingling has limited patience.
Have I told you about my childhood dream?Gao Yang asked.
What dream?Wang Zikai obviously hasn't heard of it.
What happened that your grandpa was killed by his grandma?Qingling asked.
Gao Yang nodded and said as he walked.
What?!Wang Zikai was shocked, and Gao Yang hurriedly covered his mouth: Speak quietly.
Wang Zikai took Gao Yang's hand away and felt it was ridiculous: Your grandfather... was...
In fact, my grandfather is not my grandfather, he is a hidden lizard man.Gao Yang sighed: He said while walking.
Gao Yang and the other two set off toward the grave mountain again. Along the way, Gao Yang repeated the dream he had told Li Weiwei, of course, using the version that Wang Zikai could understand.
I know all of these, what do you want to express?Qing Ling finished listening to the question.
At that time, I saw my grandfather's hand... Gao Yang paused. When he woke up the next day, his grandfather's body was covered with white cloth and one of his little arm was missing.
Qing Ling's eyes lit up: Is it related to this knife?
Gao Yang nodded with deep eyes: After I saw this knife just now, I immediately remembered that the knife was in the picture I saw that night, but I was too young and scared at that time, so I took the initiative to forget it.
Ah I get it!Your grandfather's hand was cut off by this knife!Wang Zikai finally became smarter.
Very likely.Gao Yang touched his chin and guessed: This hatchet should be my grandma's weapon.My grandfather is the horn among the lizardmen. When I discovered my identity as a god heir, my grandmother had to kill her and cut off her arm with this knife. So when I woke up in the morning, I found that her arm was missing.
Qing Ling took the hatchet again. She was already level 7 sword god and metal, and had a strong sense of sensitization to the Wujin weapon: there was indeed some energy remaining on this knife.
Can you resonate with it?Gao Yang asked.
Qing Ling shook her head: It's not the energy of the awakened one. I forcefully interfere, I'm afraid it will destroy that energy.
Then I'll keep it!Wang Zikai hurriedly took away the hatchet: It will save you from being ruined.
Qing Ling glanced at Wang Zikai: You don’t need to forcefully prove that you are useful.
You fart!I'm very useful!Wang Zikai was poked into the lung tube: This hasn't arrived at my scene yet, and you're waiting to watch the show back!
Gao Yang smiled bitterly in his heart. He really never thought that one day the two of them would argue.
The three of them returned to the grave mountain and came to their grandfather's tombstone.
Grandpa died early, and the Feng Shui of the tomb was very good, but it was relatively outdated and had never been renovated.
Along the way, Gao Yang thought a lot, especially his uncle's words.
Grandma lives at her uncle's house for a period of time every year. Usually in spring or summer, she will come to visit her grandfather's grave and bring this hatchet with her every time.
If grandma has another purpose in visiting grandpa’s grave, then the first thing to investigate is grandpa’s grave.
The four of them searched around the grave, and Qingling also activated the metal throughout the journey to find out if there were any other Wujin nearby. Gao Yang also activated the copied perception, and found whether there were other suspicious advanced living organisms hidden nearby, but they found nothing.
What to do now?Qingling asked.
Gao Yang was silent for a moment, and suddenly knelt in front of his grandfather's grave with a thud and kowtowed three times.
Gao Yang patted the dust on his body, stood up, and glanced at Wang Zikai:
Why are you standing there? Dig Ah!
At two o'clock in the afternoon, my uncle took Gao Yang to the grave to burn incense. Qingling and Wang Zikai had a good relationship with Gao Yang and had met Gao Yang's family. They had no shyness and decided to burn incense together.
The uncle changed into old clothes, entered a small wooden house next to the yard, and took out a small basket from it, which contained in it. It contained in incense, candles, paper money, half a bottle of white wine, three bowls of lettuce, and a hatchet.
Qing Ling looked over at just one glance and immediately straightened her body.
Gao Yang discovered Qing Ling's alertness. On the way to the grave mountain, he asked Wang Zikai to chat with his uncle, slowed down and came to Qing Ling's side.
What's wrong?Gao Yang asked in a low voice.
There is something wrong with that hatchet.Qingling replied softly.
What's the problem?
It was made by Wu Jin.Qingling paused and added: There is still energy residue.
Gao Yang was shocked. A few seconds later, he quickly stepped forward, and his uncle was having a happy chat with Wang Zikai.
Uncle, I'll help you with it.Gao Yang naturally took over his uncle's small basket.
good.Uncle has no doubt that he has.
Gao Yang looked at the hatchet in the basket. It was simple in style, short and long, with a flat blade, and looked like a small shovel. Its blade was silver-gray in color, with a dirty surface, and looked like iron, but it was indeed black gold.
Uncle, what are you doing with a hatchet when you go to the grave?Gao Yang pretended to ask casually.
hehe.My uncle smiled and explained: This season, the grass and trees on the mountains are very rich, and many of them have grown to the graves, so I have to clean them up.
Oh, so Ah.
In the past, your grandma lived here and went to visit your grandpa’s grave every once in a while. She brought this knife. Don’t look at her age and she is very strong...
My uncle recalled in a nagging manner, saying whatever he thought.
The speaker has no intention, and the listener has his heart.
Gao Yang's pupils shook, and a blurry and long-lasting picture flashed through his mind.
He stared at the black golden hatchet again, and suddenly he felt cold sweat.
Qing Ling noticed something, quickly came to Gao Yang and cast a look: What's wrong?
Gao Yang replied to her look: he turned around and said.
Half an hour later, the three of them climbed the grave behind the town and went to the graves of grandpa, grandma, and parents to burn incense and kowtow. During this period, the uncle inevitably recalled many past events.
Finally, the uncle knelt on the grave where Gao Yang's parents buried together. He inserted the lit incense candles and poured three glasses of white wine to toast the sky, the earth, and the people.
He held the lit paper money in his hand, shaking it while muttering: Brother, brother and sister, Yangyang and I are here to see you...
Yang Yang is so Ah now. He is sensible and has a stable relationship with his girlfriend. He also has a reliable good friend. You don’t have to worry about him...
Xinxin is also very good, with good grades. She is still in school today, so she didn't come to see you...
What do you two lack over there? Just send me a dream to me or Yangyang...
You must bless Yangyang and Xinxin... bless them with peace and safety...
The uncle thought that the three children behind him could not hear it, but the three of them had far more than ordinary people and could hear these words clearly.
The three of them stood in the breeze full of grass, looking at each other in different places, and no one spoke.
After leaving the grave mountain, Gao Yang and the other two parted ways with their uncle. The uncle grabbed Gao Yang's hand and repeatedly reminded him of some trivial issues of eating and putting on clothes. Gao Yang kept nodding and saying ok.
After the uncle left, the three of them immediately turned around and followed the uncle home quietly, looking for an opportunity to steal the black golden hatchet from the small wooden house in the front yard.
brush
Qing Ling hid under the wall outside the yard. With a wave of his hand, the hatchet flew out of the window of the small wooden house and landed steadily in her hand.
Good knife.Qing Ling made a brief comment and handed it over to Gao Yang beside him.
Gao Yang held it in his hand and looked at it for a while.
Can you say it?Qingling has limited patience.
Have I told you about my childhood dream?Gao Yang asked.
What dream?Wang Zikai obviously hasn't heard of it.
What happened that your grandpa was killed by his grandma?Qingling asked.
Gao Yang nodded and said as he walked.
What?!Wang Zikai was shocked, and Gao Yang hurriedly covered his mouth: Speak quietly.
Wang Zikai took Gao Yang's hand away and felt it was ridiculous: Your grandfather... was...
In fact, my grandfather is not my grandfather, he is a hidden lizard man.Gao Yang sighed: He said while walking.
Gao Yang and the other two set off toward the grave mountain again. Along the way, Gao Yang repeated the dream he had told Li Weiwei, of course, using the version that Wang Zikai could understand.
I know all of these, what do you want to express?Qing Ling finished listening to the question.
At that time, I saw my grandfather's hand... Gao Yang paused. When he woke up the next day, his grandfather's body was covered with white cloth and one of his little arm was missing.
Qing Ling's eyes lit up: Is it related to this knife?
Gao Yang nodded with deep eyes: After I saw this knife just now, I immediately remembered that the knife was in the picture I saw that night, but I was too young and scared at that time, so I took the initiative to forget it.
Ah I get it!Your grandfather's hand was cut off by this knife!Wang Zikai finally became smarter.
Very likely.Gao Yang touched his chin and guessed: This hatchet should be my grandma's weapon.My grandfather is the horn among the lizardmen. When I discovered my identity as a god heir, my grandmother had to kill her and cut off her arm with this knife. So when I woke up in the morning, I found that her arm was missing.
Qing Ling took the hatchet again. She was already level 7 sword god and metal, and had a strong sense of sensitization to the Wujin weapon: there was indeed some energy remaining on this knife.
Can you resonate with it?Gao Yang asked.
Qing Ling shook her head: It's not the energy of the awakened one. I forcefully interfere, I'm afraid it will destroy that energy.
Then I'll keep it!Wang Zikai hurriedly took away the hatchet: It will save you from being ruined.
Qing Ling glanced at Wang Zikai: You don’t need to forcefully prove that you are useful.
You fart!I'm very useful!Wang Zikai was poked into the lung tube: This hasn't arrived at my scene yet, and you're waiting to watch the show back!
Gao Yang smiled bitterly in his heart. He really never thought that one day the two of them would argue.
The three of them returned to the grave mountain and came to their grandfather's tombstone.
Grandpa died early, and the Feng Shui of the tomb was very good, but it was relatively outdated and had never been renovated.
Along the way, Gao Yang thought a lot, especially his uncle's words.
Grandma lives at her uncle's house for a period of time every year. Usually in spring or summer, she will come to visit her grandfather's grave and bring this hatchet with her every time.
If grandma has another purpose in visiting grandpa’s grave, then the first thing to investigate is grandpa’s grave.
The four of them searched around the grave, and Qingling also activated the metal throughout the journey to find out if there were any other Wujin nearby. Gao Yang also activated the copied perception, and found whether there were other suspicious advanced living organisms hidden nearby, but they found nothing.
What to do now?Qingling asked.
Gao Yang was silent for a moment, and suddenly knelt in front of his grandfather's grave with a thud and kowtowed three times.
Gao Yang patted the dust on his body, stood up, and glanced at Wang Zikai:
Why are you standing there? Dig Ah!
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