Two days later, he came to the Heavenly Realm Garden, and under the body of the devouring was a colorful tiger, which was exactly Xiao, Xiao was originally a tiger who had attained the Tao, turned into a human form, but the creation made people, Xiao was still recovered by the devouring, turned into a mount, although it was a mount, but Xiao still had a very high status in the Wu clan, and some juniors and even some elders had to salute obediently when they saw Xiao. This is the prestige that Xiao himself has made. devoured in front, and the soul fell on a white crane.

The speed of the roar is very fast, the tiger from the wind, the dragon from the cloud. The speed of the tiger is fast, and the dragon is legendary, and the dragon sees the head but does not see the tail. This may also be a gift.

The speed was very fast, in just two days, they had reached the deepest part of the forest, this is the forest that had been in the forest for three hundred years, watched the grass grow again and again, watched the trees of three hundred years wither, the success or failure of the trees for three hundred years, one by one small saplings became a towering tree in these three hundred years, and how many numbers were uprooted overnight, he forgot, he had seen too much, he had already forgotten.

"Sir, it's getting late now, so let's worship again tomorrow. He said with a salute.

"It is indeed getting late and it is not suitable for worship, so rest here tonight and worship again tomorrow morning. He sighed, not knowing if it was sadness or something else. Soul Luo stepped forward and took his hand, without saying a word, and without saying a word, the forest gradually began to fog.

There was nothing to say all night, this is a worship, worship the characters who have been dead for hundreds of years, and now there are still people who remember them, but when that day they also left, who still remembers that there are two dry bones in this big forest, Soul Luo dare not think, he is afraid, he is dead, no one remembers him anymore, and then remembers that there was once a young man wandering in this world, and then remember that there was once a young man who did not know what he was doing.

In the early morning, the sun rises in the east, but the forest is still full of fog, and the white expanse is like a snowfield.

"Sir, master, it's ready. Tu and Lei stepped forward and said.

"Ready, let's go. "The voice of devouring is very soft, God does not give up, this is the place of his sadness, and it is also the beginning of his inner demons. With a sigh, a group of six people and one beast walked into the deepest part of the mist. It's a hill overgrown with weeds, but even that can't hide the inscription on the front of the mountain.

"The tomb of the beloved wife Nofeng and the beloved son. "It's just a stone tablet, a very ordinary stone tablet, but there is endless love and endless regret on it.

The hill is said to be a hill, but in fact it is just a dirt slope, very short and short, only more than nine meters high, on the mountain is a towering giant tree, the bark is like a scale armor full of vicissitudes.

In front of the tombstone was a wooden table, and he stepped forward, wiped it clean, and the dead grass had been removed, and it was only a quarter of an hour, and Soul Luo felt that it was like a century, and the three animal sacrifices had been sorted out, and there was a pile of paper money on the offering table. The everlasting lamp has been lit, like a light in this dim fog, more like a lighthouse.

"Sir, master. The image of Tu and Lei brought the two of them from their memories to reality. Chuan and Xi stood next to the offering table and handed the incense they had just lit to Soul Luo.

"The falling flowers and spring have gone, the waning moon is difficult to complete at night, the white clouds are hanging in the shadows, and the black birds are thinking about it. Actress Shen Baowu, the fairy drove back to Yaochi, Shude marked the history of Tong, and the traces of the white clouds followed. High incense burns, filial piety worships. Like two giant dragons, Qingyan looked around, at the tomb.

"Unfilial descendant Soul Luo came to worship his grandmother, Taigong. "Soul Luo knelt on the ground, bowed three times, got up, bowed, bowed three times, got up again, bowed three times, bowed three times, a total of three bows and nine knocks, Chuan took the incense and inserted it in the incense burner. "Unfilial descendants of Soul Luo, wandering away, never worshipped, never sacrificed, is the child is not filial, unfilial descendants, Soul Luo's mother suffered, never sacrificed, is a child is not filial. Unfilial descendants, the father of Soul Luo went out to travel, and never met, it was a child who was unfilial. Soul Luo got up and bowed three times and bowed nine times again.

Chuan Xi handed over a wine glass, and Soul Luo took it, pouring it down in front of him. Xi took the wine glass, Chuan handed another wine glass, a total of three glasses, and then Soul Luo picked up some paper money and lit it.

He didn't bow down, he didn't offer incense, he had never had incense, even if he had been here for three hundred years. He thinks that he is not worthy, if it weren't for him, they might still be alive and with him, and he didn't dare to face them, face his wife and son.

"Last autumn in March and May, this autumn is still shining on Liang. This spring, the orchid grass will be restored in the spring. Sadly, humanity is different, and a thank you will die forever. The curtain screen was destroyed, and the curtain was even more open. The dust covers the empty seat, and the lonely tent covers the empty bed. Everything is endless, and the survivors are hurt in vain. The great-grandmother, the third grandfather, and the grandfather have suffered all their lives, and since you passed away, you have suffered even more, enduring the pain of loneliness and lovesickness. Unfilial grandson Soul Luo, Mingjian, great-grandmother, grandfather, we are all people close to my grandfather, I don't want my grandfather to suffer such torture again, and I hope that my grandmother will be tortured like this. Taigong gave instructions. "Soul Luo knelt down, devouring did not stop, he loved this back, how could he not know that this child was filial to himself? But why didn't he want to use Soul Luo's mouth to talk about his pain?

"Green clothes, green clothes and yellow clothes. The heart is worried, and the green clothes are green, and the yellow clothes are yellow. The worries of the heart are the death of the women! I think of the ancients, and I have nothing to worry about! I think of the ancients, and I really won my heart! The half-dead sycamore is old and sick, and the heavy spring hurts his mind with a thought. I returned to the hospital at night with my child, and there was no one in the empty room in the cold moon. Grandpa is not a merciless person, the mistakes of the past, the current affairs, the grandfather has long repented, the grandmother, the grandfather is wise. The soul did not get up, and bowed three times and nine times.

"Dripping empty steps, cold and rain, funeral weather. Three years of long soul dreams, is a dream that should wake up for a long time. The material is also sense, and the world is tasteless. It is not as dusty as the night platform, deserted, and a sad place. The hairpin made a covenant and abandoned it. If there is a Pisces in Chongquan. I know him well, and he has been bitter and happy all the time, and with whom he depends. I turned from midnight to side, and endured listening to the re-arrangement of Hunan strings. When it is over, he knows it.

I'm afraid that both of them will have a thin life, and then they will be saved and the moon will be left in the wind. The tears are gone, and the paper is dusty. Grandpa is affectionate and righteous, and has suffered for more than 300 years, and the past is as hard as iron and stone, tortured for a hundred years, how can it not be like a drop of water through a stone, and the past is like smoke, grandmother and grandfather, please make it clear. ”

"The slanting sun on the city paints the corners of mourning, and Shen Yuan is not a restored pond. The spring waves under the sad bridge are green, and they were once shocked. People don't come back from death, and they come back to life like that, I talk so much grandpa, don't you still let go?" The voice of the soul fell, and at this time, because of the wind, the thick fog was churning up and down, and everyone was stunned.