I drank too much last night, although I refused!}

Yes~

Grancy woke up from his dream, found himself lying on a bed, slowly came to his senses, and looked around in disbelief, no longer in the stone house! Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Then lying on the bed, he pursed his mouth, pillowed his hands behind his head, cocked Erlang's legs, carefully recalled what happened, and wanted to get a result, but in the end he still had no clue, forgot too much, just let it be like this!

In the end, I decided to put these things down first, the problem is probably that I am Shura, and when I reach the Shura level, everything will be solved, right?

Granci didn't know how long he had been asleep, thinking it was only a day and night, but in fact it had been three days, during which several important events had happened in the village, all of which were more or less related to him:

The Elder is dead!

Granci is out of the mountains!

It was Grancy's son, who was a few months old, who got the inheritance!

The villagers couldn't say anything except for the jaws dropping in shock, after all, except for the dead elders, the old men who were known for their prestige didn't say anything!

This made the villagers scratch their heads, and they guessed one after another, and the only thing they felt was acceptable: since his father, Granci is so talented, he won't be bad as a little kid, right!?

It's just too small!

But those old men insisted unquestionably, saying that once the inheritance is inherited, it is not child's play! It must be resolutely supported! It must be accepted unconditionally! This arrangement is the best! Because of the oath, they can only shout excitedly in their hearts: Hahaha! What do you know!

Although these old men are also unclear about Shura, they used to be their leading big brother, but in the past hundred years, the only one who has come out of the mountain and returned alive, they all said: Shura is the top powerhouse who can make the village rise, go out of the mountain, and spread the prestige in the world! How can they not be excited!

But this flame of hope is a little too burned, and it jumped directly from the problem of food and clothing to the top!

It's no wonder that they have lived in the mountains all their lives, facing the difficulties of life, and have never seen the chaos and complexity of the world, but they have been instilled by the elders, and the outside world is no better! But they feel fresh! Now, the only elder in the village who has seen the world and has a rational attitude has passed away, everything has changed, and the future of the village may be bright.

After a brief discussion, the final decision was:

The elder is Grancy's son, but until he grows up, a few of them are in charge of the affairs of the village, and it is nothing, so he can follow the rules.

With critical issues resolved, villagers began to hold cremation ceremonies for the deceased elders.

That day.

The body of the elder lay on top of a pile of wood in the village, and one of the elder's former companions, who had been elected, held a torch made of flaming tree branches and leaves.

In fact, it should be the successor who presides over the matter, but Grancy was still asleep at the time, even if he wasn't, if he was allowed to preside, it didn't look awkward, what did he know about a little kid!

I saw the old man facing more than 200 people in the village, and said with a solemn expression:

"The passing of this life is for the spirit! It is for the canon! E'an! the first technique!

As a citizen of the mountains, he has always been free and easy, but there are not too many rules, and when the predicament of life has not been solved, he takes life and death very lightly.

As soon as the words fell, as the next elder to be elected, he lit the fire tree in his hand with the first spiritual technique he learned in the spiritual power technique, and threw it into the wood pile under the gaze of the whole village~

As the fire burns brighter, an era is over.

Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, and a year has passed like this.

During this period, a few more people were born and a few died in the village, but the overall number remained at more than 250 people, including more than 50 children under the age of 10, only more than 60 between the ages of 16, more than 50 between the ages of 25, more than 60 people around the age of 50, and more than 20 old people in their old age.

The village can now only barely farm and operate within the limited area around it, and there are only two teams that can go out to hunt, but after the previous war, the meat of more than fifty birds of prey has been harvested, and the meat of hundreds of fierce beasts can not be counted on, and all of them have been torn to pieces by the mad Grancy, and even large pieces of meat are difficult to find.

Now the strongest strength in the village is still an eighty-five-year-old man lying on the bed, and his cultivation is only two layers and five breaks, and the embarrassed one is also the oldest. The rest are only those who are middle-aged and above, who are second-layer broken stage cultivators, and the rest are all art stages, or little children who have not reached the six-year-old enlightenment stage.

This kind of strength is difficult to hunt even the weakest fire-crowned rabbit, blue chicken, moire duck, porcupine pig and other art-stage species that existed like meat before, so they have to eat some planted crops, such as hemp beans, mountain fruits, etc.

At this time, because Grancy was so able to eat, he was now like a three-year-old child, with a mouthful of small teeth and surprisingly large strength.

One day, in the evening, Grancy, dressed in animal skin clothes and round like a hairball at first glance, sat on the stone in front of his house, holding a wooden bowl almost as big as his body, and eating stewed pork, which was caught yesterday by a hunter who went out of the village, and a villager who passed by greeted him like this:

"Hey~!Elder, what's the place to eat?!"

Grancy looked up, then frowned and looked into the bowl, still chewing the stewed old pork, and replied in a milky and vague voice:

"Hmm~ Hello Thornbourg!"

Then he continued to chew the porcupine that was almost tasteless in his mouth and couldn't chew it anymore.

Hi~ouch~!

I was helpless and angry in my heart, and my cheeks were about to cramp!

Well!?

Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he hurriedly picked up the wooden bowl and poured soup into his mouth. At this scene, Uncle Thorne was stunned and called a musician, and said with laughter:

"Elder?!choking?!"

After appealing~ , he looked at Uncle Thorne with an aggrieved face and nodded "um".

Then he put the bowl aside, and looked at the bowl with palpitations that the soup had been drunk, revealing more than a dozen pieces of such pork, and his face was embarrassed, and after a moment he turned his head to look at Uncle Thorne, who was already laughing straight, and said a little embarrassed:

"Uncle, can I go to your house for dinner?"

"What~?ohoh~Okay, okay!, come on, come on!" Uncle Thorne said with a smile.

Then Grancy felt that someone came out of the room behind him, and he stood up as if he had been pricked in the ass by a needle, and ran to Uncle Thorne, shouting vigorously:

"Uncle, run, I'll go to your house!"

Before he could run out of the yard, the man behind him had already chased after him, grabbed him by the collar, and picked him up.

Suddenly taking off into the air, he didn't react, his legs were still running happily in the air. Then he cried out:

"Let go of me! Your cooking is too unpalatable! Uncle save me!"

Syllable~

The man who picked him up with one hand slapped him on the buttocks, and in pain, Grancy turned his head and looked at the embarrassed Eugenie, completely stopped the noise, and under the palm of Eugenie's gesture and stamped again, he fell down, drooping his head, and hanging weakly on his hands and feet.

"Hehe~ I'm sorry."

Eugenie ignored Thorne, who was smiling awkwardly, and turned around and carried Grancy back into the house, picking up his wooden bowl by the way. Thorne smiled and shook his head, and walked away.

Bang ~ closed the door with a bang. Thorne was startled for a moment, turned around, and stopped curiously, only to hear a stern roar from inside the room:

"Hurry up and finish my meal!"

"I don't!" said Grancy, in a milky and aggrieved voice.

"What do you want! Don't you keep clamoring for meat!"

"But you're too old to stew meat!"

"You~ Then you won't eat beans?!"

"You think I'm farting all day long just eating pacmen!"

Then, after a few moments of silence inside, the door was opened, and Thorne hastened to the side.

I saw their little elder, holding the bowl and walking out again, with an angry and aggrieved look, walked to the stone just now, rubbed the stone with his buttocks, it is estimated that he was beaten, try to see if he can sit down, and he relaxes when he feels acceptable.

Then he lowered his head, pulled a wooden spoon in his hand in the bowl for a while, picked out a piece of pork, which seemed to be the smallest, and looked back at Eugenie who was standing at the door with a whip in his hand, sniffed, put the meat in his mouth, and looked at Eugenie while chewing and chewing.

Eugenie saw that he had learned to be obedient, turned and went back to the house, leaving a sentence:

"Hurry up and finish eating! I'll take a shower later!"

"Oh~" Grancy said vaguely.

Eugenie in the room did not hear clearly, and shouted loudly from within:

"Did I say you hear?!"

Glancy swallowed the meat in his mouth in shock, but fortunately he did not choke, and shouted loudly into the room:

"Know!"