The human environment, the Great Xing calendar 531 years.

Destiny Imperial City.

Wu'an County, South County.

At that time, in the courtyard of the Fan family in Nanxiang, a light cough came from the young man's room.

"his uncle's ......" The continuous coughing sound made the already thin young man's figure look thinner and thinner, and the young man smiled slightly at the brown pills in his hand that had doubled compared to the one he had had.

The young man was handsome, but at this time, his pale face looked even more bevelous against the backdrop of a pair of bright red lips, and a pair of peach blossom eyes above the straight nose bridge reflected the persimmon tree in the courtyard that had been there since he was reborn in this body.

The young man's name is Fan Ling, and he has the same name as his previous two lives, which is the same as all kinds of novels he has read, but this identity is a little worse than those characters. Fan Ling didn't know when the persimmon tree was planted, because the memories he inherited were not complete, at least in the year he woke up.

However, he remembered the meaning of planting persimmon trees in this courtyard, because my father said that planting persimmon trees in the courtyard meant that everything would go well, and Fan Ye's biggest intention was to hope that my illness could be cured as soon as possible. In fact, Fan Ling prefers locust trees to persimmon trees, but this person has a proverb called "Mulberry pine, cypress and pear locust, do not enter the mansion." Fan Ling could only compromise helplessly.

Swallowing the pill, feeling the blockage and pain in his heart gradually subside, he put on the slightly wrinkled clothes folded beside him neatly, and habitually stretched his waist, "It's really a creation to make people!"

Recalling that when I first came, even if I dragged such a body, I had to fight against the old man of the opposite door for half an hour every day, fuck your uncle, roll calves and the like, and occasionally pick up a broom to have the power of a new and old war, and now I am much calmer.

After all, your uncle is still your uncle, and Fan Ling, as a cultural youth with a good higher education, naturally still has to carry forward the fine character of respecting the old and loving the young.

"After all, we are also the handsome descendants of these ten miles and eight towns, and we always insult Sven and Sven by arguing with these uncles, insulting Sven......"

"Fan Ling, eat!" Just as Fan Ling was about to start taking the initiative to be obscene, Fan Ye's urging voice came from the courtyard of the courtyard.

The south lane of Wu'an County is divided into seven families on the east and west sides, a total of 14 houses, and the houses are mostly some simple two-entry courtyards, but the Fan family generally does not eat in the house, but under the persimmon tree in the compound.

Pushing open the door, Fan Ling, who smelled the fragrance of vegetables, sat down at the dining table, picked up a piece of pot wrapped meat and threw it into his mouth, chewing it and saying, "Old Fan, my cooking skills have increased recently." ”

Fan Ye, who was burly and almost 1.9 meters tall, with dark skin and a field suit, grinned at his son's flattery, "Get out of your uncle, Lao Tzu has been shouldered by your parents since you were born, and you are now a little stronger than before, otherwise Lao Tzu will probably not be able to be a grandfather in this life." ”

While Fan Ling was eating the pot wrapped meat, he shamelessly threw a wink at Fan Ye, "Oh, old Fan, you can't say that, if you don't have your son, you can see if your tendon meat can be as plump as it is now, ah!" Fan Ling put on a face that was not beaten. After coming for more than a year, he has figured out Fan Ye's temper, even if he is not this weak body, Fan Ye is reluctant to beat himself, after all, Fan Ye still has to rely on himself, a young man from ten miles and eight towns, to hook up with the widow of Xicheng Hua.

"Bah, you. "Fan Ye can't do anything with this son now, since Fan Ling survived that outbreak a year ago, it seems like a different person.

With Fan Ye's turmoil, half of the three dishes and one soup on the table were gone in a blink of an eye, "Old Fan, Nanjun has started recruiting again?" Since last month, Fan Ling had seen that Fan Ye would take out the war knife and armor he used to wipe, and he would wipe it after returning home from the field every day, so he had doubts about it.

Because Fan Ling's health has been good and bad recently, he doesn't dare to go out and walk around at will, and Fan Ye won't say anything to Fan Ling, so the news has been a little cut off recently.

"Alas, I recently heard that the Holy Clan and the Demon Clan are going to join forces to oppress the Terrans, so recently the South County Recruitment Headquarters has issued a notice that anyone under the age of fifty can be recruited, and retired officers under the age of sixty must return to the army as a reserve corps for combat preparation. Speaking of this, Fan Ye looked worried, and the fish soup that he was about to swallow was also placed on the table of his body.

"Can you not go?"

"No, you can't. Fan Ye's voice was firm.

Fan Ling knew that he couldn't let go of himself, but he also knew that Fan Ye had a heart that was almost crazy about the battlefield, especially the killing heart of the demon clan, although he didn't know the reason, Fan Ling didn't bother to ask, because Fan Ye wouldn't say it at all.

Although his father has not been in the army for more than ten years, since the Nanjun Recruitment Headquarters has come down with a mandatory order, it is also an opportunity for Fan Ye to return to the battlefield, Fan Ling is also worried about his father, but he doesn't want to watch his father spend the rest of his life in his heart like this.

"When are you leaving?" Fan Ling changed his usual hippie smile, and his hands under the table were clenched bloodlessly, even if he had three lives, only Fan Ye was truly and the only one who could make him feel that he was a "father" with a father and someone to rely on.

"I'll leave tomorrow. ”

Fan Ye could also see his son's intentions, and grinned trademarkly, "It's just a reserve legion, and it's not a direct return to the old army to put it into the battlefield, and your old man is definitely still a title when he goes back this time." ”

Fan Ye bared his teeth, "I met your mother on the battlefield back then, and I haven't been on the battlefield much since I was pregnant with you, but because of that time, your mother's maternity army is in urgent need of soldiers." ”

"But when I returned from the front, I couldn't find your mother...... Or is it because a logistics master told me that your mother was killed by a team of scattered demon clans who broke into the camp, and you were saved by the old master with an arm...... Since then, I have carried you to this county seat of Wu'an. Fan Ye smiled bitterly and looked at Fan Ling, I don't know if it was the guilt of his son for losing his mother or the explosion of hatred for the demon clan for many years.

"However, Lao Tzu swore from that day that as long as I, Fan Ye, lived, I would make the demon clan pay the price of 'blood'!" Fan Ye's eyes were bloodshot, and the resentment of nearly twenty years had been completely ignited.

And Fan Ling was also hit hard, it was the first time he heard Fan Ye talk about his mother, presumably even the original Fan Ling didn't know about this kind of thing.

"Such a blood feud is naturally repaid by blood. "Although it is not the original Fan Ling, but even so, his mother has the grace to give herself life, the demon clan, I, Fan Ling, must also want to repay with blood.

Fan Ling understood, but his face had long since lost the blood color that had just recovered, the territory of the demon clan was already vast and boundless, and a single demon clan was afraid that it would be able to consume seven or eight hundred thousand people of the human race every year, and now it was joining forces with the Holy Clan, with the strength of the Father's armor-breaking realm, it really worried Fan Ling.

"Stinky boy, your father and I are not stupid, we don't do the business of sending you to death, we are going to kill demons, not to be killed by demons, after all, of course, your father is also a handsome descendant in the army, otherwise how can I catch up with your mother. ”

"Then you have to wait for me, aren't you still looking forward to being a grandfather, and I still want you to bring me a child. Fan Ling took out the underwhelming look again, and said to Fan Ye with a hippie smile, after all, Dad is leaving tomorrow, and he doesn't want Fan Ye to worry about himself.

"However, before I leave, I still have to give you this chain, but you can keep safe. After drinking the fish soup and cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, Fan Ye took out a small tripod with a red rope as a chain and extremely delicate workmanship from his pocket.