The Heavens: From the Awakening of Douluo's Martial Soul

Time is like flowing water, fleeting.

In the blink of an eye, more than 60 years have passed.

During this time, many things happened.

Partridge Whistle followed his original fate and broke his arm in Heishui City. His master Mojin Xiaowei, Liaochen, died in order to save his life. Unfortunately, Honggu got the plague and died.

Partridge Whistle, who suffered a series of blows, was completely disheartened and ran to a foreign country.

The only consolation in his heart is probably that he separated from his junior and junior sisters early, so that they were not implicated.

The old foreigner and Hua Ling later got married and gave birth to several children.

It's a pity that in troubled times, even if you move the ancestral land, there will be no peace.

The old foreigner did not stay in the valley after all, he picked up his gun and went out to kill devils, but unfortunately...he never came back.

Only Hua Ling was left alone, guarding the valley, while raising the children, while teaching a few juniors the secret art of moving mountains, and passing on the mountain-moving Taoist.

When Hua Ling was 40 years old, Ye Yuan still couldn't bear to see her in pain.

After all, she has taken care of Ye Yuan with heart and soul for more than 20 years, and after getting along day and night for more than 20 years, Hua Ling is no longer a favorite in his heart, but a younger sister.

So, he shot.

It devoured all the blood in Hua Ling's body, filled it with the stored elixir essence, and used it as blood.

Ye Yuan's risky move really worked, and he successfully pulled Hua Ling back from the gate of hell.

...

Move the ancestral land, the valley.

An old lady was lying under a big tree to enjoy the shade, and a golden-red bird was fighting on the deck chair with her eyes closed. If the differences in species were ignored, the expressions of each person and bird were exactly the same.

Sure enough, if you are close to vermilion, you will be red, and if you are close to ink, you will be black.

Suddenly, a little girl flew over, while shouting loudly.

"Grandma, grandma..."

"Um…"

The old lady on the recliner opened her eyes and sat up in a daze. She didn't react until the little girl rushed to her side.

Although the elixir is good, it can't stop the passage of time. She is really old.

She stroked the little girl's head lovingly, and said slowly.

"Little girl, don't run so fast in the future, what if you fall down?"

The little girl nodded, but only agreed with her mouth.

"Understood, Grandma Grandma, Grandma Grandma...An outsider came to the village and said they came to see you."

The old lady frowned slightly. She had been in this valley for more than sixty years, and few old friends really came to look for her.

"who is it?"

The little girl tilted her head and said hesitantly.

"It's a big sister from a foreign country. She seems to be called Yang. Oh, by the way, she said that she is also a descendant of the mountain."

Foreign, Yang.

These two key words evoked the old lady's long memories. She sat upright suddenly, looking very surprised.

In today's world, there are only two branches that can be called the descendants of moving mountains.

The branch of the big brother Partridge Whistle, and the branch of her husband, the old foreigner, whose life or death is uncertain.

Then this person from a foreign country can only be a descendant of the big brother Partridge Whistle.

Thinking of this, she seemed a little excited.

After all, it is after an old friend.

After a while, a young girl led a beautiful woman in. The beautiful woman was dressed fashionable and wore a leather jacket. It was obvious that she came from abroad, and she was completely different from the domestic women.

"Hi, I'm Shirley Yang, and my grandfather is Partridge Whistle."

The old lady, also known as the flower spirit, said with a kind smile on her face.

"You are a descendant of senior brother."

Brother?

Shirley Yang thought of the content in the notes, and only felt her scalp tingling.

Because Partridge Whistle has only one junior sister...Hua Ling, if she lives to this day, she should look like the old lady in front of her.

But, what about the curse of the red spot, where did the curse of the Zagrama tribe who must die at the age of 40 go?

Even her grandfather was lucky enough to live to be over 60 years old because he went abroad and stayed away from the ghost cave.

But this Flower Spirit did not have such a chance, she has never been abroad, how did she live to be more than 70 years old.

This?

Shirley Yang began to doubt life a little bit.

As a man matured, Shirley put his thoughts on his face, and Hua Ling naturally saw all of them.

With some difficulty, she hugged the stunned golden-red bird, both her movements and her eyes were extremely gentle.

"I didn't find Muchen Bead, nor did I lift the seal."

"Then why?"

Shirley Yang is eager to know the secret and see if it can be copied.

Hua Ling gently stroked the little bird in her arms and introduced.

"His name is Gu Yu..."

Shirley Yang was speechless, he was obviously talking about the curse, why did he talk about a bird?

Although she didn't know the bird, it didn't matter.

Hua Ling continued to go her own way, gently brushing aside the feathers on the golden bird's forehead, and said.

"Look, this symbol."

Shirley Yang recognized it immediately and exclaimed.

"Ah, the red-spot curse? A bird...how could that be?"

Hua Ling nodded, looking sad.

"It's the erythema curse."

"Actually, if your grandfather told you about the Pingshan Yuan Tomb, you should know about him."

Hua Ling looked at the little bird with gentle eyes.

Shirley Yang recalled the contents of the notes, she had never seen a record related to a bird.

"No, I only remember a few strange beasts in the diary, but no birds."

Seeing that she didn't react, Hua Ling didn't think it was strange.

After all, Nuqing Chicken has changed so much, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't believe it.

"Gu Yu's original body was the Nuqing Chicken. When I separated from your grandfather, he fell into a deep sleep. During this process, his body gradually changed, and it has gradually become like this over the years."

Shirley Yang really doubted life this time, a big cock turned into a bird.

Now she somewhat believed in the myths about the Nuqing Chicken in her grandfather's diary.

After all, those miraculous places are really nothing compared to this one.

"Is this trying to turn into... a phoenix? Just like a snake turning into a dragon?"

Hua Ling nodded, approving.

"probably."

Hua Ling slowed down for a while, and saw that Shirley Yang was somewhat receptive, so she continued to talk.

"At the age of 40, when the blood in my whole body was about to die, Gu Yu suddenly pecked open my neck artery and swallowed all my blood..."

"what!"

"Then, he injected me with inner alchemy essence, which replaced my blood to maintain my life."

Speaking of this, Hua Ling said sadly.

"However, he himself is entangled by the red spot curse. Although he won't die, he often falls into a deep sleep."

If Ye Yuan heard it, he would definitely refute it. After all, he really didn't take this little curse seriously, and he often fell asleep because he was comprehending the mystery of the blood of the ancestral witch.

Shirley Yang couldn't tell whether she was disappointed or glad.

"Is that so?"

"It's unbelievable, but it's true."

Hua Ling looked at the little bird with a hint of reluctance in her eyes, but she still moved to the little bird's ear and called softly.

"Gu Yu, Guyu..."

As if reciting the spell correctly, the little bird that was sleeping like a dead pig suddenly woke up.

"Cuckoo?"

Hua Ling discussed with Shirley Yang.

"This is the elder brother's granddaughter...Shirley Yang, you will follow her to find a way to lift the curse, okay?"

Ye Yuan took a closer look, the woman with a special temperament, after thinking about it, nodded her head.

After all, he was also very aware of Hua Ling's body, which could not last long.

This time, even if he wanted to help continue his life, there was nothing he could do.

What's more, although the erythema curse didn't affect him much, he didn't want to wear such a thing on his body, just thinking about it would make him feel sick.