Nine years have passed without realizing it. I have mastered the complete set of Blood Dragon Sword Techniques and learned other suitable moves. I have also learned a lot of other things, such as some historical records and the history of the Zhang family. I have to live and be descendants of the Zhang family, which is very honored.

In the past nine years, I haven't had time to check my dantian, so I don't know how much strength I can improve. I can only say that time has been forced by me, and there are too many things that require me to learn. I have no time to chat with the other three people because I am busy with my studies. In the blink of an eye, from the age of 7 to 2, I have grown up with a long black beard, and my head has grown a lot and has been scattered behind me.

My head and beard don’t have time to organize it. I just want to study inside, and I want to learn everything I need to learn within ten years. Although it is not realistic, it is the same as learning more, that is, I have more skills. So I am racing against time for learning and I am unwilling to waste a second of time.

At the beginning, I slept for an hour every day, slowly shrank for 5 hours and 4 hours. Finally, I shrank for 3 hours and 2 hours, and now I slept for an hour every day. I am still very energetic every day, which makes me wonder if my strength has improved, otherwise I can still be so energetic if I slept for an hour every day.

I was looking for a book in the book and was about to sit on the ground to read it, but a voice came from: "You are all good, and you haven't wasted nine years. Come to the city gate, and I will tell you what you need to do in the last year."

I almost forgot when I heard this sound. It turned out to be the voice of the door god nine years ago. I made a sound for the first time in these nine years. After so long, I almost forgot that there was a door god here. It is normal to keep busy studying and forget him, after all, no sound came out for so long.

I still put the book together and put it back to the original place, so I walked out. I walked towards the city gate, and of course other strange figures appeared. Fortunately, there were still clothes to change here, and I could take a bath, otherwise my clothes for ten years would have been rotten...

Who else is the other three strange figures except Zhao Yitong, Xiao Yan and Sun Jiulong? I am also bearded and long-headed now, and everyone has changed a lot. When the three of them saw me, they greeted me. It seems that the three of them have already greeted me. Otherwise, how could they know me? It is hard to recognize my beard and head.

Xiao Yan spoke calmly now: "I said you almost didn't know each other. You have a long head like us and still have a long beard."

This made me feel that Xiao Yan had changed a lot. In the past, Xiao Yan would laugh, but now Xiao Yan is very calm. If it weren't for the similar appearance, I wouldn't know who he was.

So I responded to him: "Aren't you too? You look ugly than me, you are all called by the door god?"

The three of them nodded together, and they were obviously called by the door god, and they didn't know why we were called here.

The door god started to say again: "You have performed very well in the past nine years, especially when you didn't choose to give up at the beginning, so of course the results will naturally be great. In the next year, you will need to practice in one place for a year. However, the environment there is very harsh, that is, you can go to the magma to practice according to your conditions."

The door god said this, which really scared many people. But before we could react, a hole appeared in the picture below, which made us fall down. We moved our true qi as soon as possible, but it was revealed that the true qi could not move, which made us very depressed.

It fell down. It was indeed a bit hot, but I smelled bloody. I looked at the magma, the temperature was not very hot, and the color was very bright red. Could it be that this was not magma, but a blood pool? But after a while, my body seemed to lose control and I suddenly fell into a coma!

I thought of an article in my mind about Qingming Festival, which touched me a lot. I haven’t returned to my hometown for so long, and I have been lying coldly on the ground!

"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are about to break their souls." It is Qingming Festival again, which makes me think of the poems of the Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu. Every year on the Qingming Festival, it always rains in the sky, as if raindrops are crying. This scene makes pedestrians on the road feel sad and sad to express their feelings in grief.?

However, it did not rain on this year's Qingming Festival, but the weather was still relatively cool. The sky seemed not as blue as usual, as if there was a hint of sadness. The sun was not so hot, but it was just emitting its slight light, so weak, but it did not lose its unique beauty. The birds on the trees seemed not as noisy as before. They were quiet, did the birds also pay tribute to their relatives? This made me feel a little light.?

When we arrived at grandma's house, we immediately planned to go to the grave together. We stepped on the dust under our feet, walked through the weeds and along the winding path. Finally, we arrived at my great-grandmother's cemetery. Everyone put down and sorted out some flower baskets, hoes and other things in our hands. I also wanted to help but was rejected. So I sat in front of the grave, took a few breaths, and looked at my great-grandmother's grave. I remembered the past. "I went to kindergarten before my great-grandmother passed away. At that time, my great-grandmother would come to see me from time to time or pick me up at the kindergarten. Therefore, I got used to it. When I think about it, I missed it so much. I remember that I also had a photo of her, a short white, a blue floral coat, and a picture with many

Wrinkled face and a beautiful and brilliant smile. Later, her body gradually became less healthy than before. Then she closed her eyes forever and could no longer see her beautiful smile. "I sat by the grave, with tears in my eyes. I immediately looked at her grave, smiled at her, and picked a beautiful flower from the grass beside her, and placed it in front of her grave. The wind blew my eyes and hands, as if it were my great-grandmother's.

My hand is holding me, so warm and comfortable. It seems to be comforting me, "Don't cry, be strong." Some of the relatives next to me are burning paper money for my great-grandmother, some are placing flower baskets, and some are crying like me. "Great-grandmother, see it, everyone misses you so much?" Although Qingming Festival is sad and desolate, for me, Qingming Festival is the most beautiful because it allows me to visit my great-grandmother whom I miss.

?Today is Qingming Festival. I heard from my parents that today is a traditional folk festival and one of the important festivals in China. As the saying goes, it rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are about to break their souls. I would like to ask where the restaurant is. The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village in the distance." Just like the famous poem by the great poet Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty, Qingming Festival comes every year with drizzle.? He always gives people the feeling of being sad. This is the annual Qingming Festival.

This morning, it was another rich sky. I wandered for a while and felt extremely worried, but it was still not suitable! My father called me to have breakfast, picked up the fire, paper, and hoe to sweep the grave. With the thorns on the road, we walked along the muddy path, we came to my wife's grave. After my father lit the fire, I set fire paper on it and put firecrackers on it. We were in the light rain, preparing to go to another wife's grave. I had no intention of appreciating the flowers and grass; I didn't want to listen to the sound of birds and insects, and I just came to the grave earlier. After a while, we arrived. Looking at the lonely grave, I couldn't help but feel sad. When my father finished hoeing the weeds, he took out the fire paper and scattered them all on the grave...? The rain became heavier and heavier, the flowers were beaten to the east and west, and the surroundings were full of life.
Chapter completed!