"Dad, why is grandpa always so crazy?" A young man asked. He looked down on his grandpa very much. He was famous for being crazy in this land.
"Because your grandfather was already crazy when he gave birth to me."
"Then why does grandma fall in love with grandpa?"
When the young man asked this question, the middle-aged man smiled and did not answer.
He could say that your grandpa is handsome and your grandma is ugly. How could your grandma be able to bear it when she saw such a handsome person? She took him home directly and coaxed him into having sex, and finally they got married.
them.
No one knows his origins.
All I know is that when I came to this place, I looked crazy.
In the courtyard.
"who I am?"
"Who am I?"
A man who still looked young was walking around in the garden in a daze, holding his head with both hands. He always wanted to know who he was, but he couldn't remember it.
The Zhou family didn't know his origins, even as descendants of him. He was so unfamiliar, as if he appeared out of thin air.
The servants stayed far away, fearing that the Zhou family's son-in-law would suddenly go crazy and kill them.
No one cares about their life or death at that time.
Decades later.
The Holy Lord has a very high status in the Zhou family. Logically speaking, at this age, he will definitely die of old age. But what they can't believe is that although their ancestor has become old, he is still very energetic and can survive to death.
generations of descendants.
No one knew that in their eyes this crazy ancestor had lived to be nearly 200 years old.
Today, the Zhou family is gradually declining. The descendants are very unfilial and prodigal. The huge family fortune has been ruined in this way.
So some of the younger generation took the idea to the Holy One.
Thinking that this old man's madness is of no use at all, it is a complete burden. The idea in my heart is very simple, just forget it, pretend it is an accident, and no one will find out.
therefore.
The next day.
The already crazy Holy Sage was still walking around the courtyard as usual. Everything was unimportant. The most important thing was that he wanted to know who he was.
Walk, walk.
suddenly.
A slave stood in front of him. The slave was very nervous and trembling in front of him. Moreover, the slave held an iron rod in his hand.
The slave was very nervous and scared.
Sheng glanced at him, walked around him and continued walking, muttering to himself.
"who I am?"
The slave raised the iron rod and hit the Holy Lord on the head hard, praying in his heart, don't blame me, blame you, these unscrupulous descendants, they want your life.
I'm just a slave.
It's not that I want to harm you.
Bang!
A dull voice came out.
Anyone who receives such a heavy blow will have a big hole in his head.
The Holy One lay motionless on the ground, his mind was in a particularly chaotic state, like a slide show, one picture after another appeared, filling his mind.
Many past memories resurfaced.
After a long time.
The slave, immersed in fear, was about to check on the other party. Suddenly, the apparently dead man stood up again. Such a scene shocked him, as if he had seen a ghost.
"I am the Holy One."
He has recovered his memory, but the long period of confusion has left his brain with an unbearable pain.
It took a long time to get used to it and then react.
What happened during his madness was transmitted to his mind without any reservation.
The saint's expression was indifferent.
But as most of the unbearable memories come to mind.
He clenched his fists fiercely.
It's not that he wants to beat someone up, but there are some things that he can't accept.
The daughter of a wealthy businessman.
Extremely ugly.
Wedding.
Enter the bridal chamber.
Playing games blindfolded, tied up hands and feet...
The Holy Emperor was furious, so humiliated that he wanted to raise his hand to destroy this place, but his raised hand did not fall down for a long time. After all, it was the blood of his family that made it difficult for him to do so. During this period of his madness, he actually created a group of descendants.
hateful!
At this time, he thought of Lin Fan in his mind, and everything was because of him. However, after figuring out the situation, he found that so much time had passed, and his body was unable to stop the erosion of time, and he was already very old.
He was crippled by madness. With his talent and understanding, if he practiced well in these years and relied on the potential of his young body, he could reach a very high level.
But now everything is lost.
…
Zishanlin Mansion.
Time is indifferent to Lin Fan. He has never cared about it. No matter what happens after a long time, he can still maintain a good attitude.
After Lin Fan finished fishing as usual, he was going to plant some vegetables. This was a skill he had learned before and ensured that he would have fresh vegetables.
As he walked towards the fields, he stopped and looked at the gate.
A group of people came in.
One of the old men was being carried in a sedan chair. This old man was the Holy Sage. He played with the iron ball in his hand and looked at this familiar but angry manor with gloomy eyes.
He is very angry now.
As a Holy Emperor, he should be a being above millions of people. He wanted to return to his own territory first, but when he arrived at the dynasty, he learned that his dynasty had been overthrown and had been occupied by others.
This was a blow to him.
Of course, he didn't feel anything. The dynasty was gone and he could regain it. What he wanted to know most was what happened to Lin Fan. Has he died after so many years? If he died, he would give Lin Fan's grave.
Goug it open and whip the corpse hard.
"Lin Fan, I didn't expect you to still be alive."
The Holy Master looked at him with a sneer, his voice was very low, as if a devil was whispering in his ear.
Lin Fan said: "Who are you?"
"Shut up, you made me so miserable that you even asked me who I am, hahaha... I am the one who was destined by fate. You dare to attack me and make me lose my dynasty. It's all your fault."
He roared angrily, and when he got excited, he started coughing. The filial grandson beside him hurriedly patted the old ancestor on the back.
"Ancestor, don't be anxious, don't be anxious."
I don't know how many generations this filial grandson came from. He was a waste of money. When he learned that the ancestor who wanted to be killed was not killed, he seemed to be a different person. He was shocked as if he had seen a ghost.
What happens next is simple.
He was suppressed by his ancestor. When he learned that his ancestor was the Holy Emperor of the former imperial dynasty, he was completely shocked, and then he was ecstatic. Doesn't that mean that he is the grandson of the emperor and can be the emperor?
Therefore, he keeps asking his ancestors, when will we rebel? I absolutely agree with both hands.
For this filial grandson, he wanted to kill this thing, but he had no choice. Even if his bloodline was deceived to the extreme, he would still have to suffer.
"I really don't know who you are."
Lin Fan felt that the other party was a little confused. He wanted to call Dean Hao to come here to see if he was mentally ill. He showed such a fierce look to me without even meeting me. He didn't know how he offended him.
The Holy One said angrily: "Look carefully and show me clearly who I am."
"I still didn't recognize it." Lin Fan shook his head.
He really didn't recognize it.
If he recognizes him, he will never deceive the other person, because he really wants to meet a familiar person, and he will definitely be very happy when the familiar person appears in front of him again.
What an irritating thing to say.
The Holy One really wanted to explode on the spot, but he encountered such a hateful guy.
"You guy, if my ancestors say they know you, they know you. You should also say that you know my ancestors. If you dare to say that you don't know me yet, I'll blow your head off."
Xiaosun scolded angrily, and after speaking, he looked at his ancestors in a flattering manner, as if to say, ancestors, you think I am a good person, do you think I will have a share in the future throne?
"Not polite." Lin Fan said.
The filial grandson was furious. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to show off his tricks and give Lin Fan an interesting dance. But when his ancestor raised his hand, he pointed at Lin Fan.
"Good luck to you. My ancestors asked me not to be as knowledgeable as you, otherwise I'll blind your eyes."
How could he take action? His ancestors were so powerful. Anyone who could make his ancestors hold grudges must be very powerful. If he wasn't relying on his ancestors to be active, he would definitely not dare to be presumptuous.
The small book kiosk that book lovers used before has been discontinued, and now they are basically using the source-changing artifact app.
The Holy Sage said: "How many years have passed, and the young man you once became has become like this. It's a bit interesting to think about it. I have to say that you were so good-looking when you were young, but now you are really old."
"Thank you for the compliment."
Lin Fan didn't expect that this bad-tongued guy would actually praise him. It seemed that he was a sharp-tongued man with a gentle heart. He knew that the tone of what he just said was a bit bad, and he felt bad.
When the Holy Emperor, who was mocking Lin Fan, heard what Lin Fan said, he was a little confused for a moment.
I didn't understand what he was thinking.
Praise?
I'm praising you, you big-headed guy. You must be mentally ill. Does it sound like I'm praising you?
He knew that Lin Fan had the treasure of the previous dynasty, and as long as he got it, he would have a chance to return to the dynasty.
Lin Fan said: "Although I don't know what you looked like before, you are not bad now. I can tell from your facial features that you must have been very good-looking before. It's just that you are old now and it is not easy to tell.
"
He is not very good at talking, but he can still praise others. Praising can make people happier.
"Haha, it's a pity. Just now, I have forgotten what you looked like when you were young. Maybe you are as ugly as you are now."
The Holy Father is old and likes to talk nonsense. If it were before, he would not talk nonsense. He must have been crazy for so many years and has not spoken for a long time. Therefore, after he regained consciousness, he became a talker.
Lin Fan said: "It's okay, I can return to my youthful appearance. In fact, there is a reason why I am like this now. I want to grow old with Xiaoxiao, but when Xiaoxiao left, I didn't change back immediately. Do you want to see
I'll show you what I looked like when I was young."
The words just fell.
Lin Fan mobilized the vitality in his body, and his appearance instantly changed to what he looked like when he was young.
"You see, that's what I am like, can you do it?"
A fatal rhetorical question.
When the old saint saw the scene in front of him, he stood up from the sedan suddenly. His eyes were as wide as a bull's eye. Huge waves arose in his heart, and his blood surged. This feeling was unimaginable unless he had personally experienced it.
of.
"How?" Lin Fan asked with a smile.
Seeing this hateful smile, the Holy Spirit was so angry that he opened his mouth with a puff, and blood spattered, covering the sky and the earth, as if the heaven and earth were dyed red.
Then...
The Holy Lord seemed to be dead, his body fell backwards, fell from the sedan to the ground, and fell heavily.
Lin Fan was immediately angered to death.
"Ancestor..."
Xiaosun shouted in panic.
Detect the breath... there is no breath at all.
Xiaosun was silent for a moment, then raised his head to look at Lin Fan, and saw that he was slowly approaching. He suddenly thought of the previous situation, and he was a little panicked. His ancestor was so powerful, and someone who could be hated by his ancestor would definitely be more terrifying.
"Withdraw... withdraw quickly."
The filial grandson ran away.
"Sir, what should our ancestors do?"
"He's already dead. Don't worry about it. Run away." Xiaosun couldn't care less about his ancestors. Running away was the most important thing.
If the ancestor knew that he ran away to leave his bloodline, he would definitely forgive him.
He would also praise happily.
He is truly my good filial grandson.
"Why!"
Lin Fan sighed...
Just when I was about to collect the body of the other party, a voice suddenly came from my mind.