Every world I die young

No matter how good the talent is, if you don't work hard, you won't get results. Among the three families of ghost exorcising masters, the Yang family is the youngest when they start practicing Taoism. The juniors in the family all started practicing at the age of four.

Originally, according to Old Master Yang's plan, the eight-year-old Yang Xiuzhu should at least master the first level of ghost removal skills, but because of Yang Xiuzhu's inner resistance, he has not been able to get started until now, and he can only be regarded as an ordinary child.

Mo Yinglan felt the lingering depression in her heart, sighed, restrained her emotions, and asked plainly, who is the target of the mission?

The system said [Mission objective Shangguan Ce, the last emperor of Beirong Kingdom. 】

Mo Yinglan said very calmly: I guess, the Yang family has been passed down for thousands of years, and it should start from Beirong Kingdom.

The system replied [Yes, the Yang family started thousands of years ago, when the ancient Beirong Kingdom was founded. The first Yang family head, Yang Daowen, was close friends with the founding emperor of the Beirong Kingdom, Shangguan Kui. The Yang family leader used his Taoism to assist Shangguan To flatten the world and establish a foundation...]

Forced to listen to a system history class, Mo Yinglan said with black lines all over her head, I don't want to hear this, I want to know if my current identity has any grievances and grievances with the hero of this world, His Majesty Shangguan Ce?

The system was silent for a while before saying [No comment. 】

A cold light flashed in Mo Yinglan's eyes, and without saying anything, could spoilers in this regard be considered a secret that cannot be revealed?It seems that the system has more restrictions than he imagined.

"Xiao Zhu, Xiao Zhu." A middle-aged man's voice came from outside the grove.

Mo Yinglan didn't get the answer he wanted to know, and he was not in a hurry, he turned his head calmly, and a middle-aged man with a beard lifted him up.

He said angrily: "Why did you sneak out again? Do you want to learn from your father and not let the old man die of anger?"

Mo Yinglan's chubby bun face immediately wrinkled, and she kicked her legs in his arms indiscriminately: "I don't want it, I don't want it, I don't want to learn those messy Taoism. Mom and Dad said that those are all fake, deceitful Yes, grandpa is badass, I hate him, he made me lose my parents, I don't want to be nice to him!"

The middle-aged man was impatient, and raised his hand to hit him, "You child, you really don't know what to do."

"Stop." The middle-aged man barely stopped behind Mo Yinglan's buttocks with his big rough hands.

He turned his head in a daze, and the old Mr. Yang's eyes fell on Mo Yinglan who was staring at him indignantly.

"Maybe, I was really wrong at the beginning."

His deep and hoarse voice sounded weird, and Mo Yinglan turned her head a little uncomfortable, not wanting to see Mr. Yang.

The middle-aged man Yang Jiaxiang said blankly: "Dad, you..."

In his memory, his father, who had always been aloof and arrogant, would show such a posture at any time. His eyes moved to the nephew who was desperately resisting in his arms, and suddenly, he seemed to understand.

In the past, when the eldest brother and sister-in-law walked away without anger, this nephew liked Mr. Yang the most. They all said that grandparents and grandchildren were closer than father and son. Unfortunately, the broken mirror is hard to recover. Now I am afraid that I will not be able to go back. It must be hard too.

"Second, put Xiaozhu down." Yang Jiaxiang let go of his hand in a daze, and Mo Yinglan slid to the ground nimbly. Just as he stood firm, when he looked up, he saw Mr. Yang's wrinkled face and a rare smile on his face. See the gentle smile.

"Xiao Zhu, let's make a bet with Grandpa?"