Blue Silver Grass Guide

Opening his eyes and looking at the familiar log beams and thatched roof, Ling Yi frowned slightly, looking worried.

When the sound of washing water disappeared, Ling Yi knew that her mother had gone next door to help her brother and sister-in-law, Ling Yi's uncle and aunt, with the housework.

Although she is said to be an aunt, she can actually be said to be Ling Yi's aunt and the eldest sister of her father, Ling Xiaoshan.

It's just that Zhang Dahe has called Ling Changqing "Uncle Changqing" since he was a child. After marrying a girl, his respect has become more and more respectful, but the title still follows the habit of childhood and has not changed.

The relationship between the Ling family and the Zhang family is complicated at times, simple at times.

The eldest daughter of the Ling family, Ling He, married the eldest son of the Zhang family, Zhang Dahe, three years ago, and a year ago, the youngest daughter of the Zhang family, Zhang Xiaoyu, married the youngest son of the Ling family, Ling Xiaoshan.

To use a word from the countryside in Ling Yi's previous life to describe it, it is 'marriage exchange'.

The people in the village were poor and could not afford much betrothal gifts and dowries. Their adult children had to be married off, and sometimes this was the only way to get married.

The Ling family and Zhang family have been here for several generations.

Of course, not all of them are between the Ling and Zhang families.

There are actually relatives of the Ling family in the seven or eight surrounding villages. As for the Zhang family, it was Zhang Dahe's grandfather who moved here from another village more than two hundred miles away.

From a blood point of view, although the three generations of the Zhang family have taken root and have little surplus wealth, the children of the family are the meat and potatoes of this country.

That is to say, the brothers Zhang Dahe and Ling Xiaoshan grew up together and have a good relationship, which is why the Ling family took such an advantage.

Not to mention anything else, the awakened martial souls of people in nearby villages are all worthless flowers and vines such as "Blue Silver Grass", "Ivy", "Morning Glory", etc.

But Zhang Dahe, his grandfather and father all have "hoe" martial arts spirits!

Although he has no soul power, when farming, his efficiency is more than twice that of ordinary people!

Well, that’s not the point.

The point is, this is a world with a ‘martial spirit’!

‘Martial spirit—’ Ling Yi turned his head and looked at the shelf beside the bed.

There, there was a clay bowl with many gaps. In the bowl, there is a light blue grass. It seems that the leaves are a little wilted because it has not adapted to the new environment.

This is what Ling Yi got from Ling Xiaoshan in his own way after learning about Wuhun, Blue Silver Grass, Douluo Continent and other terms from the exchange between his parents.

As for what kind of method...

Last night, dinner was in progress.

"I don't know if Xiaobao can inherit your Zhang family's "hoe" martial spirit. "Ling Xiaoshan said with longing.

A hint of sadness flashed in Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes, but he said softly: "It should be possible. Although my mother and I are both "Lanyin Grass" martial arts spirits, from my grandfather, to my father, second uncle, and my eldest brother, They are all "hoe" martial spirits. It seems that as long as it is a male, it should be..."

"Alas -" Ling Xiaoshan sighed when he heard this and shook his head slightly: "We in the Ling family, counting up to seven or eight generations, have all awakened the "Blue Silver Grass" martial spirit, that is, Grandpa's. This generation has awakened a "Morning Glory" martial spirit, which is also a waste martial spirit among waste martial spirits..."

"In the villages with a radius of dozens of miles, there have only been two people with innate soul power in the past ten years. After those two left, they have never come back. I don't know what the other places in Douluo Continent are like... …”

After hearing this, Ling Yi was more than 99% sure, even though there was no other information channel or data to support it:

I traveled to the world of Douluo Continent!

As for the remaining point...

Maybe, this is a large-scale live studio similar to "The Truman Show"?

'First of all, judging from the parents and the surrounding family environment, but still able to awaken the martial spirit, in terms of the timeline, it is most likely before and after Dou Yi. At least, it must be before Dou Er...'

While Ling Yi was paying attention to the conversation between his parents, he was thinking:

‘Then, both parents’ martial arts spirits are “Blue Silver Grass”? ’

‘Besides, is it possible for the bloodline on the maternal side to awaken the “hoe” martial spirit? ’

'It would be nice to have a "Sickle" martial spirit...'

'Depending on the situation, the martial spirit I awaken in the future will most likely be the "Blue Silver Grass" martial spirit passed down from the ancestors of the Ling family. ’

Thinking of this, Ling Yi couldn't help but frown: 'The most important thing is that for seven or eight generations, there is no one on the father's side with innate soul power. On the maternal side, at least starting from Grandpa Zhang Qiang’s father, the old man of the Zhang family who migrated here, there is no one who has awakened his innate soul power...'

‘So, I started with almost nothing? ’

‘The family is poor! ’

‘Martial spirit, true useless martial spirit “Blue Silver Grass”! ’

‘Ninety-nine percent of the soul power is zero! ’

‘So, what about the golden fingers that time travelers usually have? ’

'system? space? inherited? Grandpa? …’

Ling Yi shouted in her heart for a while, but in the end, as expected, she found nothing.

Coincidentally, the exchange between parents about their parents' antics also ended. Ling Yi felt the hunger in his stomach and shouted skillfully.

While Ling Yi was slurping his dinner skillfully, his eyes were on the side, staring closely at Ling Xiaoshan, the mother and son.

Here, Zhang Xiaoyu felt a little shy when Ling Xiaoshan looked at him. He was about to ask Ling Xiaoshan to stop looking, but he saw Ling Yi reaching out to Ling Xiaoshan, grabbing and gesticulating with five tender pink fingers.

Maybe it was the mother-son connection. Zhang Xiaoyu followed Ling Yi's gaze and saw the "Blue Silver Grass" blade that Ling Xiaoshan was holding in his mouth. He raised his hand and stroked Ling Yi's sparse little head and asked softly. Said: "Xiaobao, do you want your father's "Blue Silver Grass"? "

Hearing this, Ling Yi took a few sips in his mouth, his big round eyes suddenly blinked, and his eyebrows curved into a smile.

"Hey!" Ling Xiaoshan was a little surprised when he saw it, and said happily: "My little baby can actually understand it, what a smart baby!"

After saying that, he immediately took out the one-third chewed "Blue Silver Grass" blade from his mouth and handed it to Ling Yi.

Ling Yi seemed to be happier, sucking vigorously in his mouth, grabbing the light blue grass blade with his little hand, and waving it gently.

Seeing this, both Ling Xiaoshan and Zhang Xiaoyu had smiles on their faces.

The baby's food intake is limited. In this short period of time, Ling Yi's belly was full and he began to play with the blade of grass intently.

'Inadvertently', he seemed to see the end of the grass blade that had been chewed by Ling Xiaoshan. Ling Yi's little mouth flattened, and then he closed his eyes and started crying.

This cry made Ling Xiaoshan and Zhang Xiaoyu panic.

First, he untied the swaddling clothes and checked the diaper. When he saw that the diaper was still dry, Zhang Xiaoyu stuffed the canteen into Ling Yi's little mouth, but Ling Yi pursed his lips and resisted, only holding the blade of grass. He waved his little hand in front of the young couple.

Ling Xiaoshan saw him at the side, feeling as happy as his soul, and softly shouted: "I know——!"

Immediately afterwards, without any time to explain anything, he ran out the door without looking back.

Zhang Xiaoyu just raised his hand, ready to call him to stop, but when he saw Ling Yi in his arms, he miraculously stopped crying.

Zhang Xiaoyu: "..."

For a moment, mother and son, one big and one small, looked at each other, silently caring about each other.

Not long after, I saw Ling Xiaoshan running back quickly with something in his hand.

Just like that, there was a simple wooden frame beside the bedside of a family of three. On the wooden frame, there was an old clay bowl with "Blue Silver Grass" planted there.