Getting stronger starts with owning the system

Becoming stronger, just in this bit of accumulation.

I don't know if he has excellent talents, Yun Fan found that he was extremely fast no matter what he was practicing, and the eighth-rank cultivation technique was a bit slower.

"No wonder when I was born, there was a mysterious immortal master who let me inherit his mantle and left me with this bluestone ring. With my qualifications, who is not greedy!"

Yun Fan proudly boasted, ready to fall asleep after a brief wash.

He had forgotten the days, and suddenly there was one more thing to worry about.

"It's been a full year so soon, and the day after tomorrow is the day after tomorrow."

He felt so deeply in his heart that he decided to close the inn for a day when it came time to put his grief on it.

The sense of joy brought by the practice was instantly diluted by a sorrow.

He missed the inn where his parents often laughed and laughed, and the deceased appeared in his dream.

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...

Today’s Qingyuan Inn was closed, and Yun Fan changed into clean and white clothes and called Li Weirou out early in the morning.

The autumn rain continued for two days. Not long after it stopped, puddles could be seen everywhere on the street, and the damp water flowed wantonly.

In order to prevent it from raining halfway, he deliberately asked the little girl who smiled sweetly to bring an umbrella.

They first bought ingot candles at the Mingdian in the east of the city, a paper mansion mansion, and a few paper girls with white faces and blushing cheeks. Li Weirou was responsible for holding a bunch of things in their arms. , Followed Yun Fan awkwardly.

"Is there a lot of things I buy, or should I take some?" He stretched out his hand while looking at the girl whose forehead was hidden by the offerings.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Li Weirou said with a strong pouting: "I usually have nowhere to help Afan except for the abacus. Shu Xue can fight and clean the inn. In contrast, I seem to be super It's useless, so let me take this stuff."

Yun Fan smiled slightly, retracted his arm, and walked leisurely behind him.

They left the city gate to the north and walked along the river to the upper reaches of the Jingjiang River. The road was muddy and it was not so easy to walk.

Moreover, during the flood season, the river surface is turbulent, and there is a noticeable rise, as if a mistake is made, people will roll down the embankment into the surging river.

"Right here." Yun Fan found a slightly clean turf and helped Li Weirou put all the worship items on the ground.

Immediately, he knelt on his knees and bowed his head against the rushing Jingjiang water in the preface.

He took out the fire folds, lit the paper ingots and various sacrifices, and murmured:

"Today a year ago, the autumn rain continued for a month, and the river water surged, and there was a danger of breaking down the upstream dike. The adults in the small town and neighboring towns all ran out to repair and strengthen the dike. My parents had an accident at that time. "

Li Weirou lowered her eyebrows and closed her eyes, as if she was infected by Yun Fan's sad emotions, listening quietly.

"I was fifteen years old at that time, and I was going to build the dam with my father and mother, but my father kicked it back."

Yun Fan rubbed a certain part of his chest, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "He thinks I just want to be a hero, but my eyebrows keep jumping and I have an unknown premonition. I just want to go with them. I'm afraid of accidents. I am very upset, I am afraid."

He sighed and said: "I knelt down and prayed at home for a long time, and all the gods I knew begged hard, willing to save my life and bless my parents, but the accident still happened... you know what, thousands of people There were three to four hundred corpses brought back. My mother was among these corpses. The moment I heard the news, my eyes went dark, unable to withstand the blow, and fainted to the ground."

He paused, suffocating the tears that were about to shed in his eyes, and continued: "And my father was also seriously injured. He seemed to be ten years old overnight, with a withered body and white sideburns. Willing to eat or not, and the injury is rapidly deteriorating, before the doctor in Sangcheng arrives, he followed my mother."

After a long silence, Yun Fan burned those sacrifices religiously, and strands of flying ash floated up and disappeared in the wind.

When all the sacrifices were burned, he prayed three more times, stood up, and returned to the same path with Li Weirou.

Seeing Yun Fan's lonely expression, Li Weirou wanted to comfort him, but the girl was always stupid and didn't know what to say, so she said, "Afan, your parents must be nice to you."

He nodded, "It is said that there are no parents who don't care for their children, but I have really met some people who really don't deserve to be called parents. The grocery store opposite the inn was separated from me. The little boy born half an hour has a dull personality and a very low self-esteem. He basically doesn’t play with our peers and stays in the shop to help with business. But his parents beat him every day because they are in a bad mood and are slow to carry goods. Kick, he was too late to take things, slapped him heavily, every time he saw him with a blue or purple face."

When Yun Fan said this, he glanced at Li Weirou inadvertently, "The most impressive time was when I went to his house to buy vinegar, he accidentally fell while holding a jar, and a jar of vinegar was broken. , His father immediately burned his cheeks with a burning pipe, the heart-piercing roar, and the burning smell coming from his face, made me dare not go to the opposite shop for a long time. One day, that little boy died..."

Yun Fan sold a pass and judiciously said to Li Wei: "Guess how he died?"

Li Weirou scratched her head, thought hard for a long time, and said, "Suicide?"

"He was hacked to death by his mother." Yun Fan showed a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth. "It originated from an argument. Because the little boy made a trivial mistake again, he could no longer bear the harsh beatings and scolding of his parents anymore. To run away from home and sever relationship with her parents, her mother picked up a kitchen knife and said that he dared to take a step out of the house, and hacked him to death. The little man walked out resolutely, and his mother actually swung the knife in furious anger. Yes, some people just treat their own flesh and blood as personal belongings."

Yun Fan spoke this shocking story calmly and indifferently, and although the listener's eyes showed a sense of surprise, he didn't feel too surprised.

"So when you told me the reason for leaving home, I believed it for the first time, because I saw the same story once with my own eyes. Although I am not only sixteen years old, but according to what I know In fact, this is nothing, and some are even beyond the bottom line of being a person. For example, those who force their daughters to sell themselves to make money, for the sake of their own official career, and set off against their relatives. Although such examples are rare, they do happen. It can have a profound and terrible impact on a person, and even destroy a lifetime."

"So by comparison, I know that my parents are kind to me. I am so grateful and miss them for giving me life and respect, instead of playing like a puppet. They are not the greatest people in the world, but He is definitely the best person to me in my life, this feeling will not be mixed with a trace of false feelings, it is true and pure."

There was another long silence, and the two walked side by side on the muddy road.