"I still have a lot of things to attend to! Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Hua Bai said slowly, seeing that everyone was immersed in what he said, he took Xu Ruomeng and walked off the platform.

They left far away, and everyone left in twos and threes, and the garlic in the crowd was a little distracted, as if they had lost something, and some of them were not reluctant.

Looking up at the route of Hua Bai's departure, Da Yang had his back to him, the sun was shining on his ears, he felt a little warmth, and after a turn of thought, Garlic decided to follow them.

"No!" Walking on the road, Garlic muttered to himself, in his heart he still didn't believe in Uncle's death, how he hoped that someone would be like him, how much he hoped that someone could understand this feeling.

Follow Huabai all the way to the outside of the bamboo house, where he hides in a secret place.

Hua Bai and Xu Ruomeng watched for a long time at the place where the old black skin village chief disappeared, and at this time, a middle-aged couple about forty years old walked towards them.

"Why did the father and mother come, do they also think that the uncle is not dead?" Garlic looked at the middle-aged couple, he was puzzled, you must know that the relationship between the two families is not very good.

"Third uncle, third aunt!" Xu Ruomeng said politely when the middle-aged couple approached.

The middle-aged man who came over nodded, put his hand on the white shoulder, and said softly in a coarse voice compared to his usual voice: "Alas, hard-working child!"

Huabai's mother died in childbirth when she gave birth to him, and he never met his grandparents, and now his father has left him.

"Why did the third uncle have time to come here today. Hua Bai didn't appreciate it, he was very suspicious of his third uncle's intentions.

"Just to see you!"

Leaving a word, the middle-aged couple left here.

Looking at the figures of the two people leaving, Xu Ruomeng felt a burst of surprise, the third uncle, who has always talked a lot, cherished words like gold today, and even the unforgiving third aunt never spoke.

"Ruomeng, my father didn't even leave a fairy body..."No longer talking about the middle-aged couple, Hua Bai looked up to the sky and sighed, his eyes swept outside the bamboo house one by one, as if he wanted to re-examine everything outside the bamboo house.

"Let's worship in the place where my father has dispersed. Ruomeng also sighed.

In a world where there are no gods, even if a cultivator has reached the realm of the Great Immortals, his lifespan is limited.

To date, 130 years old is the longest known age, and practitioners can predict the time of their death, and in order to benefit their descendants, most people will choose to refine themselves before they die.

Those who have reached the realm of great immortals, and the transformation is called the immortal body, and the refining requires the cultivator to be at least in the realm of heroes.

The existence of it is said to bless the descendants only because it retains the energy of the strongest blow of the living, and the power is extraordinary, which can be regarded as a kind of heritage.

It is a kind of deterrent, how can it not be the thoughts of future generations, and it can be used to recall the predecessors.

At this time, in the place where the old black village chief dissipated, Hua Bai put a table, on which were placed two thin white candles, and between the white candles was placed a tablet, on which were engraved a row of vertical large characters and two vertical lines of small characters.

The three characters in the big characters "Li Dude" are obviously the name of the old Heipi village chief.

There was also a bottle of wine, two small shot glasses and six plates of dishes on the table.

He poured wine into the wine glass, lit the incense candles, bowed to the white first, and muttered in his mouth, his voice was so small that only he seemed to know what he was saying.

It should be what Hua Bai wanted to say to his father, his voice was so small, I was afraid that it was a whisper.

Xu Ruomeng repeated his actions, and after worshipping, Hua Bai knelt on the ground, while Xu Ruomeng knelt beside him.

After kneeling for a while, looking at everything outside the bamboo house again, Huabai stood up and helped Xu Ruomeng up, and they found a way and left here.

Seeing Hua Bai's series of behaviors, Garlic's heart was sour, he felt that his chest was very stuffy and heavy, he was very uncomfortable, and he wanted to cry.

After they left, the garlic came out of the hidden place, and tears fell from the moist eyes.

He didn't care about the tears that fell, and he didn't notice the tears.

Garlic knew that his last hope was gone.

Hearing Hua Bai's words, Garlic knew that his uncle had cultivated to the Great Immortal Realm before.

He knows the power of the Great Immortal Realm, but the uncle has never told people, in the memory of the garlic, the uncle has no friends, likes to drink, likes to laugh with young people, and is very good to himself.

Bowing to the tablet, Garlic looked out of the bamboo house, his gaze resting on the recliner that no longer swayed.

"It doesn't seem to be long," Garlic remembered the scene when he talked to the old black-skinned village chief before.

I remember going back further, when I returned from studying at the academy for 12 years, the old Heipi village chief asked for warmth.

Nineteen years old is considered the best age for spiritual practice.

When a child reaches the age of six, he or she has to enter school and complete twelve years of compulsory education.

Like Xutian Academy, schools are also all over the city, but the difference is that the schools do not have branches and are managed by different forces.

What schools learn is a variety of theoretical knowledge, complex and diverse, only what you can't think of, and there is nothing they don't relate to.

When he entered the school at the age of six, he felt that he was being led by the nose, even in the school, it was not much different from being in prison, and it was not easy to stay up for twelve years, he deeply understood.

Looking back now, the garlic also shivered coldly.

Suddenly, Garlic thought of Lin Yiyu and Ye Mi, and he still remembered that the two of them couldn't move in place at that time, and then disappeared.

At that time, I also felt very weird, and it stands to reason that they could feel it when they left through the introduction, but they didn't.

The more I thought about it, the more wrong it became, Garlic thought that Lin Yiyu might know something, or it was because of them that they caused an irreparable situation and put the uncle in a mortal situation!

Garlic decided to go home first, and he left the bamboo house.

When he got home, he heard what his parents were saying before he saw them.

"Look at his attitude, I think it's great to be the head of the village? I married a wife, and I haven't seen her give birth to a son and a half daughter for so many years, in my opinion, the eldest brother is probably angry with them. Garlic's mother recalled the gray attitude just now, she really couldn't hide her anger and slandered.

In the face of the death of the eldest brother, it is reasonable for him to be in a bad mood. The middle-aged man looked at the sky at this time, a little absent-minded.

"Okay, you Li Duqing, are you blaming me?" said the middle-aged woman indignantly.

"Don't dare! Don't dare..."Coming back to his senses, Li Duqing hurriedly said, adding: "Seeing that he is not deeply involved in the world, if it weren't for his pity, if it weren't for the fact that they hadn't had a child for so many years, would he be able to live in peace with this village chief?"

Hearing him say this, the middle-aged woman dispelled her anger.