Jiang Ziya was carrying a demon poison arrow on his left shoulder, and the skin around the wound gradually turned black and slowly spread around. His limbs became weaker and weaker, and he lay on his back on the bed, accompanied by Nuwa Niangniang and Mengqi.

"Big brother, you have to hold on, the doctor will be here soon." Nuwa Niangniang's eyes were hazy with tears, and her tone was lonely.

Mengqi held Jiang Ziya's hand with both hands, tears rolled down like beans, and said in a grandmother's voice: "Yes, Grandpa Jiang, you must hold on." We haven't heard enough of your stories, we haven't eaten enough of the fish you've caught. ”

Jiang Ziya squeezed out a smile with difficulty, and said kindly: "Grandpa's beautiful stories have been told, you are catching more fish than grandpa now, grandpa is tired, and it is time to take a long sleep." When your big brother Yang comes back, tell him not to be rash and take good care of our homeland..."

Speaking of this, Jiang Ziya's breath became thinner and thinner like a cicada's wings, his head was slowly tilted to one side, his eyes were scattered, and he was slowly closing his eyes.

The next day, Yang Jian returned to the place of origin. He found that everyone was silent, and called Mengqi to his side.

"Mengqi, what happened in the three days I left, why is everyone weird, they don't want to speak, what about Grandpa Jiang, I'll go tell him I'm back." Yang Jian said depressedly.

I saw Mengqi's teardrops, crackling out of his eyes and shattering into a splash on the ground.

"Why are you still crying, what the hell is going on?" Yang Jian asked anxiously.

"Grandpa Jiang... Grandpa Jiang, he was killed by an arrow..."Mengqi said with a sob.

Like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, Yang Jian was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses a little, and the fluorescence in his eyes kept spinning. Grandpa Jiang is like a grandfather to him, which shows how big a blow he has to Yang Jian.

"What the hell is going on? Why was Grandpa Jiang killed by an arrow? Yang Jian asked.

"The day after you left, there was a large group of demons coming from behind the mountain to climb over the top of the mountain towards us. Grandpa Jiang personally led the guards to stop them, but when fighting with the demons, a cold arrow of the demons shot into Grandpa Jiang's left shoulder, and then we fought and retreated, and finally used the vitality cannon to drive the demons away, who knew that Grandpa Jiang's injuries continued to deteriorate, and then..."Speaking of this, Mengqi choked again.

Yang Jian couldn't bear the sharp pain in his heart anymore, and tears rolled down like Jiang Tao, but his fists were clenched tightly at the same time, the green tendons between his neck erupted, and his teeth creaked.

"Grandpa Jiang told me when he was dying, when you return, let me tell you, don't go to the demons for revenge, and ask you to protect our place of origin. Yesterday, according to Grandpa Jiang's last wishes, we scattered his ashes in the river where he used to fish. Meng Qi said.

When Yang Jian heard this, he walked towards the place where Grandpa Jiang was sleeping. When Mengqi saw him like this, he followed him.

Yang Jian came to this clear water turbulent, winding long river, he stopped on the riverbank, looked to the downstream of the river, as if to see through the mist in the distance.

"Grandpa... Grandfather... Grandpa..."Yang Jian's hoarse cry, one after another, like layers of ripples, floated on the surface of the water, with the bubbling of the river, passed away into the distance...

Seven days have passed...

Yang Jian really lived up to Jiang Ziya's wishes, quickly recruited a militia self-defense force of 10,000 people, and the first thing he did when he got up early every day was to organize a militia school drill.

At present, the biggest threat facing the Land of Origin is not from humans, but from the demons of the north. The content of the daily drill is aimed at the demons, and on the school field within a radius of ten miles, at intervals, there is a demon made of straw, which is specially used for soldiers to practice all kinds of deadly killing fighting skills. In terms of weapons, Yang Jian called on the militia to cut down a large amount of wood from the mountains and smelt more iron tools, which were used to make all kinds of large bows and arrows, crossbows, spears, meteor hammers, and even boulder throwing machines.

If the demon clan encountered is difficult to kill in a short period of time, Yang Jian also specially designed an iron lock refining demon array ranging in size from three to nine people for this purpose, once the demon clan is bound, it will be like fish and meat on the board, and it will be slaughtered by others. The reason why this formation is so tricky and powerful is that they specially found huge rhinoceros, hippos and buffaloes to repeatedly explore and practice, and the formation became more and more exquisite and flawless.

Two months later, the combat effectiveness of this titular militia force has long since changed from what it used to be, and can even be compared with the elite divisions of a country. Since the successful creation of the militia self-defense forces, the people have seen that they will not be afraid of any form of invasion in the Land of Origin. At the same time, Yang Jian's status in people's hearts has become more and more noble and majestic.

Although the demons have not sent a large-scale battle group for a while now, waiting for an opportunity to break into the place of origin to burn and loot, their ear threads are surprisingly able to evade the heavy detection of human beings, and all the important information in the place of origin is constantly sent back and forth to the hands of the demon leader --- the Bull Demon King. Therefore, Yang Jian trained a team for his own race, as well as the specific location of the wreckage of the ark, he knew everything one by one, and knew it well.

On this day, Nezha, who accompanied his mother for two months, also returned to the place of origin from Chang'an. Nezha's mother's mood basically returned to normal, and her condition was completely obtained. Rehabilitation. When Nezha was leaving, he also promised his mother that he would come back to visit her once a month.

After Nezha returned to the place of origin, he heard the news of Grandpa Jiang's death as soon as possible, and Grandpa Jiang's love for him was worse than Yang Jian's. can imagine how grief-stricken Nezha's heart is. The people around him left him one by one, Nezha couldn't restrain himself anymore, and cried in Yang Jian's arms for a long time.