Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom!

In a mountain forest hundreds of miles away from Wanglin City, the gurgling stream tinkles, the birds whisper, the wind passes through the fruit branches in the forest, and the flowers fall colorfully, like a rain of flowers. Through the rain of flowers, the pure blue sky, the soft white clouds, and the lush mountain forest scenery, people can't help but feel empty, clear and peaceful......

Under the trees, the meadow is full of wildflowers, and the fragrance of the earth is mixed with the fragrance of flowers, making people feel like they are in a garden.

A young man lay quietly on the grass like a carpet of flowers, looking up at the sky, his eyes were empty, and he didn't know where to go!

"Huh......" A red light shot straight at the young man with a whistling sound, the young man woke up instantly, reached out and grabbed the red light, and looked at it, it was actually a wild fruit left over from last year, and the red appearance was lovely!

"Xian'er, don't make trouble!"

A white shadow fell from the tree on Ning Lin's shoulder.

"Fool, don't think about it, even if you worry about your family, you won't be able to live again! I don't want to live in this hatred with you for the rest of my life!"

Xian'er squatted on Ning Lin's shoulder, and a tail was tightly wrapped around Ning Lin's neck, bringing a burst of warmth to Ning Lin!

Xian'er has lived in the Black Forest since she was a child, where fierce beasts are everywhere, especially those who have no enlightenment.

In the Black Forest, the law of the jungle is the first law, and the law of the jungle has not changed for tens of thousands of years. If every enlightened beast wanted to avenge his people, the entire Black Forest would have become a mess long ago and become a Senluo Hell! Even her father, the king of the Black Forest, would probably not be able to rule the Black Forest anymore!

"Maybe you're right!"

Ning Lin nodded slightly, he remembered a sentence told him in his previous life by a neighbor uncle who had participated in the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression and the War of Liberation: Poverty is only temporary, and hatred cannot follow you for a lifetime.

"Everything must be forward, a beautiful life will definitely come!" Ning Lin stood up from the grass and said firmly: "Let's go, let's go to Ningjiazhuang!"

"It should have been this way a long time ago!" said Xian'er, muttering quietly.

This forest is still hundreds of miles away from Ningjiazhuang. At the beginning, Ning Lin took Xian'er out of the Black Forest, he knew that his strength was insufficient, and according to his father's original advice, he did not dare to return to Ningjiazhuang, and chose the opposite path to Ningjiazhuang. Wanglin City is thousands of miles away from Ningjiazhuang.

Since leaving Wanglin City, every time he takes a step in the direction of Ningjiazhuang, Ning Lin's heart is tightened again, this may be what people often say about the cowardice of the hometown! Although Ning Lin has been in a daze for 13 years in Ningjiazhuang, he still vaguely remembers the care of his relatives at home. Ning Lin knew that his relatives had already died in the sea of fire, but he was still afraid that he would see that broken wall when he went back!

Ning Lin still remembers his father's back when he left, under the siege of nearly 100 men in black, his father is probably already fierce and unlucky! And the word mother is just a name in Ning Lin's thirteen years of memory, he has never even seen his mother, let alone heard his father mention his mother! Thinking about it now, Ning Lin is even more annoyed, now he doesn't even know who his mother is, let alone whether she is dead or alive!

"Fool, what do you think my father will look like when he sees what we left for him?"

"You still need to ask, you must be like a thief, hide things first!"

Wang, who was rushing to the depths of the Black Forest with his sword, sneezed violently, and carefully swept the surrounding area for hundreds of miles with his divine sense, but found no danger.

"Maybe I'm too nervous!" Wang Meng muttered to himself.

With ten catties of dragon blood and two catties of dragon essence, not to mention Wang Meng, even if he is an immortal in the Tongmai period, he can't calm down!

Ning Lin, who untied the knot a little, took Xian'er to speed up his pace, and arrived at Ningjiazhuang smoothly without arguing with others along the way!

At this time, two years have passed since the fire, and the lively Ningjiazhuang has lost its former glory, like a lonely old man in his last years, standing quietly in the middle of the barren valley, with broken walls and broken bricks and tiles!

Only the tenacious weeds grow in this barrenness, and the spring breeze blows, as if the lonely soul of Baining Jiazhuang is telling the world about their grievances!

Ning Lin stood in front of the ruins, clenching his fists tightly, no matter how his surname is Ning in this life, the dead are his relatives and friends, this revenge must be avenged, otherwise it will be a son of man in vain!

Ning Lin walked into this ruin carefully, and the scenery in front of him gradually merged with the scene in the depths of his memory!

Because of his low intelligence, his father rarely left home in order to take care of himself, and in this manor, his father took himself with him every moment, and the entire manor can be said to have left his footprints everywhere!

When he came to a building that had been burned by the fire to the ground, he vaguely remembered that this small building was his home!

Walking through the carved ruins, he actually saw a wooden carved puppet! Ning Lin clearly remembered that this was made by his father himself, and he had to hold this half-foot puppet every day for more than ten years to fall asleep!

But at this time, the puppet was smoked black in the fire, and only the head and body remained!

"Ahh

"Father, one hundred and sixty-four relatives who have passed away! I, Ning Lin, swear here, that I will use the head of the murderer to pay tribute to your sad soul!"

Ning Lin knelt in front of the small building for a long time before he got up to look for the relics of his relatives in this ruin.

It took three whole days for Ning Lin to find the bones of many relatives in this ruin, but unfortunately he didn't find his father's relics, and even his spear was gone!

Maybe those men in black hated their father and buried him in the fire!

Ning Lin dug a big pit in the open space outside the village, buried all the bones and relics found in the big pit, and carefully placed the remaining half of the puppet in the tomb after the last round, and piled up a huge grave!

In front of this five- or six-meter-high tomb, there is a tombstone built by Ning Lin himself with a boulder nearly ten meters high, and he carved the handwriting on it with broken soldiers: One hundred and sixty-four people from the Ning family are buried here!

Take out the incense candles and offerings you bought in Wanglin City, and place them neatly one by one!

Although it has been half a month since he left Wanglin City, time seems to have lost its effect in the storage space controlled by Yao'er, and these offerings are still steaming when they are just taken out!

Ning Lin knelt in front of the grave three times and knocked nine times, and after the big salute, with tears in his eyes, he left this former home, the manor of the Ning family!