Although he could understand the death of the young samurai, he couldn't hear it!

For myself in my previous life, such a sentence is so familiar, but at that time, I was just watching the people on TV from afar.

Does he have blood? He does, but repression and timidity disguise it all.

But in this life, he has no way back, because he has seen too much life and death and seeing death as home, and he has also seen too much of having to be heroic and righteous.

And that's why he understands his grandfather so well, because he knows a law of nature that his grandfather has to follow.

Home-country-world is not how selfless and great it is, but that this is the law of survival in this world.

For this, no regrets!

Packing up his mind and looking at the weapons that had his past, Li Zimu couldn't help but look at his grandfather, looking at his depth and reverence, and looking at his tenacity and uprightness. He suddenly felt that, just as he thought, this was also his or the entire Blood Mansion's faith.

"Grandpa, can you tell me what you know about them?"

Involuntarily, Li Zimu asked such a sentence, Li Tiewolf couldn't help but be stunned for a while, but soon nodded with satisfaction, and couldn't wait to speak.

"Okay, okay, of course, then I'll start with him!"

The words slowly became a little heavy, but there was a deep sense of awe.

His name is Li Mengyao, and he was born in a small village with only a few hundred people, and his village is very backward and dilapidated, which is his first impression of his village after he can remember. ”

Listening, looking at a broken big knife next to the stone tomb, for some reason, Li Zimu's mood was inexplicably heavy and couldn't help but be in awe.

Because he remembered very clearly that the first governor of the Iron Wolf Blood Mansion was this name.

Li Mengyao's real name is Shanmu, and the reason is unknown, and Mengyao is his battle name.

His growth is very ordinary, like many ordinary people, he grows up carefree and happy under the care of his parents who work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

And the change came when I was fifteen years old.

At that time, like many half-grown children, he always liked to go hunting in groups in the mountains and forests on sunny days. Because in this way, it can not only fight the tooth sacrifice, but also subsidize the family.

But at that moment, in the midst of the tide of beasts that had died in the midst of death, he saw a group of people, a group of people whom he felt like gods, especially the powerful man who led the way and rode a flying beast, which made him unforgettable.

That is, since then, he has learned a lot of secrets, and the reason why he has not known all this until now is only because there has been no suitable cultivator in his village for more than a hundred years.

The answer is so cruel, as he knows more and more, those village chiefs who can't understand him endure again and again, so that he finally understands the rules of this world.

When he took the broken cultivation recipe "Heavenly Wolf Bloodthirsty Formula" from the village chief's trembling hand, he clearly saw the tears flickering in the village chief's eyes.

He understood the excitement and anticipation of the village chief, because they didn't have much time and opportunity left.

The Blood Mansion where they were located was getting worse and worse, and they belonged to the edge of the Blood Mansion, thinking that the village that had already exceeded 10,000 people was now only a few hundred people left, and the original melancholy despair seemed to be broken by a fifteen-year-old boy at this moment.

"Don't worry, village chief, I won't let you down. ”

A stubborn but resolute word, coming out of the young man's mouth, seemed to be a little immature, but the unhesitating belief made the village chief seem to see hope.

The path of cultivation has never been easy, and it is even more difficult for this young man who has nothing to ascend to the sky.

But that young man gave too many people an incredible, he spent a year to make himself practice blood and consummation, and it was from then on that that small village finally began to grow.

Two years later, he had two more companions by his side, and although they were fragile compared to himself, the hope of the small village had risen.

And that is, on the day when he became an adult at the age of eighteen, he walked into the jungle with a knife and a knife, and the ghosts cried wolf for three days and three nights, and when everyone was about to fall into despair again, a teenager rode back with an iron wolf king treading the wind.

Since then, the revival of this small village has finally begun. And he, soon after, got the attention of the blood mansion where he was located, and successfully entered the blood mansion to become the head of a hundred households, and three years later, he stepped into the 'Chiyang Battlefield' of the military department, and began the beginning of his legend.

From the king of soldiers to the son of the generals, he has been moving forward bravely.

At the age of twenty-five, he broke through the blood refining realm and entered the bone refining mirror, and at the age of thirty-five, he rode through the dust and broke through the bone quenching mirror and went straight to the soul melting mirror.

His five-color battle inscription is Mengyao, and no one knows the meaning of Mengyao, but those who know him know the hardships of casting the five-color battle inscription.

You must know that it is possible to cast a battle inscription after killing more than 100,000 enemies, and it is only one color - red war inscription, a million two-color - red and orange battle inscriptions, tens of millions of three colors - red, orange, yellow, yellow, hundreds of millions of people can be able to cast four colors - red, orange, yellow, green, and green war inscriptions, and more than one billion can cast five colors - red, orange, yellow, green, and green battle inscriptions.

Over one billion, it doesn't seem like much, but it is so shocking, although this is calculated on the basis of a junior cultivator, different levels have different deepening of the battle inscription.

For example, if you go in to practice blood and practice the qi mirror, you will be one, and the small consummation is ten, the consummation is hundred, and the great consummation is thousand, and entering the second order is worth 10,000 people at the primary level, but the third order is worth 100,000, that is, you can cast the red battle inscription!

It is conceivable that even so, it is not easy to cast a five-color battle inscription.

He is a legend of the military department, and he is also a rare legend of the general, but this is only the beginning.

At the age of forty-one, he left the general and returned to his hometown, and the small village at this time had already forged its first team under his influence, although it was still very weak, although it was all weak.

But it was he who made such a team slowly stronger, and slowly became the first and most core team of the Iron Wolf Blood Mansion.

It took him fifty years to turn the Iron Wolf Blood Mansion into one of the most powerful inferior blood mansions in the entire military department.

It's not that his ability is limited, it's not that his strength is not enough, but because if he wants to become a small inferior blood house, the minimum limit also needs to be more than one million clansmen, because this is the foundation of a tribe.

And when you think about that small village of hundreds of people, all this can be said to be dreamlike and unbelievable.

His eldest son is also very good, although his qualifications are not very high, but he also broke through the second order at the age of forty.

The most outstanding is his third son, who has been deeply involved in the army and has always been the most solid mainstay of the Blood Mansion.

Two hundred years old, under his strong leadership, the inferior blood mansion has become a medium blood mansion.

This is his obsession, this is the first victory of his dream.

And in the next hundred years, in the incredible eyes of everyone, the Iron Wolf Blood Mansion was once again promoted to the Superior Blood Mansion.

Whether a miracle or a myth is unknown, but from that day on, he became the only guiding light in the entire military department.

And what about the next 100 years?

He had a deep conviction and indomitable courage, because he had the confidence to become the Iron Wolf Army.

This is the path of his dreams, and it is the vow he has made since he was a child, and this will not be the end.

He was already in the realm of the Great Perfection of Soul Fusion, he had already begun to actively prepare to rush through the level, he had infinite confidence and pride, although it seemed to be a little more difficult for a cultivator who only practiced the divine body to break through the realm of opening the earth, but he believed in himself.

However, a person's dream is easy to go, but if a person wants to lead a family and a tribe to move forward with his dream, it is often half the effort.

Speaking of this, Li Tiewolf, who was originally excited, couldn't help but show a touch of sadness, deep and helpless.

Born as a son of man, he gradually developed forests and trees.

Treading blood is a dream, and the history is far away.

Looking at the short poem in front of Li Mengyao's tomb, unconsciously, Li Zimu also showed a helpless look.

How difficult this road is Li Zimu Although he doesn't know it, but thinking about it, 'the rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes'...... Li Zimu can only choose to be silent.

Because whether it is a beautiful wood in the forest and the wind will destroy it, or there are any birds in the forest, this one can bring heavy blows and fatal injuries to oneself.

After all, just like a big tree, although rapid growth can make it quickly obscure, the roots are too short and can be easily blown down by the wind in an instant.

And it was, at the age of three hundred and fifty, just when he was ready for a breakout of the retreat, the controversy began.

The third son is the most powerful, like himself, the third-order Great Perfection, and the second son is only a small realm shorter than him. And most importantly, the descendants of the second son are relatively much stronger.

In this way, although the second and third sons did not move, the descendants below were out of control.

Li Mengyao only has three sons in his life, and it can be said that most of his life has been spent on the rise of the tribe, the eldest son has passed away, and his descendants are just ordinary, which naturally makes the struggle between the second son and the third son more unscrupulous.

Li Mengyao was furious, looking at the descendants of the third son who were scrapped and killed, he couldn't help but severely punish his son when the second son wanted to defend himself.

The eldest son of the second son couldn't stand it and wanted to say something, but he had the heart to pay attention to it, and the big knife came with strength, piercing through his chest, and he only saw his grandson who fell down in surprise and astonishment.

Father and son turned against each other in an instant, Li Mengyao didn't expect his grandson to be unguarded, and his grandson couldn't imagine that his grandfather, who had always been strict but had never done anything to his descendants, would really kill himself.

Perhaps, it is still providence.

Li Mengyao can bear anything for his dreams, but he can't bear the betrayal and selfishness of future generations, so he can't help but take action.

As for Li Ciyou, who is his grandson, he never thought that his grandfather, whom he respected and admired the most, would one day kill him.