Somewhere.


    The rich merchant, Zhou Fu.


    "Dad, why is grandfather so crazy all the time?" A young man inquired, he is very disdainful of his grandfather, crazy, in this acre is famous.


    "Because your grandfather was crazy when he gave birth to me."


    "Why does grandma take a fancy to Grandpa?"


    When the boy asked this question, the middle-aged man laughed and did not answer.


    He can say that your grandfather is handsome, and your grandmother is very ugly. Seeing such a handsome person, how can your grandmother bear to take them home directly, cajole them into having a relationship, and finally have them.


    No one knows where he came from.


    I only know that when I come to this place, I''m crazy.


    In the courtyard.


    "Who am I?"


    "Who am I?"


    A still young man walks around the garden, clutching his head with both hands. He always wants to know who he is, but it''s hard to remember.


    The people of Zhou family don''t know his origin, even as their descendants, they are so strange that they seem to appear out of thin air.


    The slaves fled far away, fearing that their husband-in-law would suddenly go crazy and kill them.


    No one will care about their life and death.


    Decades later.


    The saint has a very high position in the Zhou family. It''s reasonable to say that they have reached this age and must die of old age. But what they can''t believe is that although their ancestors have become old, they are full of spirit and have survived for generations.


    No one knows that in their eyes, this crazy ancestor has lived a full life, nearly 200 years old.


    Today''s Zhou family is gradually declining, the younger generation are very unfilial, but also very corrupt, the huge family, so was defeated bankruptcy.


    So there are younger generation to make the idea to the holy.


    It''s useless to think about this old madness. It''s just a burden. The idea in my heart is very simple. Forget it. Pretend to be an accident and never be found.


    So.


    The next day.


    The insane saint is still walking in the courtyard as usual. Everything is unimportant. The most important thing is that he wants to know who he is.


    Walk, walk.


    All of a sudden.


    A servant stood in front of him. The servant was very nervous. He stood shivering in front of him, and he had an iron bar in his hand.


    The servant was nervous and scared.


    The emperor took a look at him, walked around him and continued to talk.


    "Who am I?"


    The servant held up the iron bar and smashed it on the head of the emperor. He prayed in his heart, don''t blame me. If you want to blame me, blame you. They want your life.


    I''m just a slave.


    It''s not that I want to hurt you.


    Bang!


    A dull voice came out.


    Anyone who is hit like this will have a big hole in his head.


    The emperor lay on the ground and didn''t move. His mind was very confused, just like a slide show. One picture after another appeared in his mind.


    Many memories of the past have reappeared.


    After a long time.


    Immersed in fear, the slave is ready to check the situation of the other party. Suddenly, the dead man stands up again. This scene makes him tremble, as if to see the ghost.


    "I am the Lord."


    He has recovered his memory, and the long confusion has made his brain feel unbearable pain.


    It took a long time to get used to it.


    What happened during the period of his madness, the brain is also unreservedly transmitting what happened during his madness to his mind.


    The saint''s expression is indifferent.


    But as most of the unbearable memories come to mind.


    He clenched his fists.


    It''s not that he wants to beat people, but that there are things he can''t accept.


    The daughter of a rich businessman.


    It''s so ugly.


    Big marriage.


    Enter the bridal chamber.


    Blindfold, play games, bind hands and feet


    The emperor was very angry and insulted. He wanted to put up his hand to destroy this place, but the hand he held high didn''t fall down for a long time. After all, it was the blood of his family that made it difficult for him to start. During this period of his madness, he produced a group of descendants.


    Hateful!


    At this time, he thought of Lin Fan in his mind, everything is because of him, but after making clear the situation, he found that time had passed so long, his body could not stop the erosion of years, and he was very old.


    He was abandoned by madness. With his talent and savvy, if he practices well in these years, he can reach a very high level with the potential of his young body.


    But now it''s all gone.


    ……Zishan forest house.


    Years for Lin fan is indifferent, he never cared about these, even after a long time and how, he can still maintain a good attitude.


    As usual, after fishing, Lin fan is ready to plant a la carte, which is a skill he learned before to ensure that he can have fresh vegetables.


    Just as he was walking towards the field, he stopped to look at the gate.


    A crowd poured in.


    One of the old men was carried in a sedan chair. The old man was the emperor. He played with the iron ball in his hand and looked at the familiar and angry manor with gloomy eyes.


    He''s angry now.


    As a saint, he should be the existence of thousands of people. He wanted to go back to his own territory first, but only when he arrived at the imperial court did he know that his imperial court had been overthrown and occupied.


    It was a blow to him.


    Of course, he didn''t have any feeling that the imperial court could be recaptured. What he wanted to know most was what happened to Lin fan, whether he had died in the past so many years. If he died, he would dig up Lin Fan''s grave and flog his corpse.


    "Lin fan, I didn''t expect that you were still alive."


    The emperor looked at him with a sneer, his voice was very low, as if the devil was whispering in his ear.


    Lin Fan said, "who are you?"


    "Shut up, you made me so miserable that you asked me who I was. Ha ha ha I am the destiny of heaven. If you dare to lay hands on me, I will be buried in the imperial court. You are responsible for all this. "


    He roared angrily. When he talked about excitement, he coughed, and xiaosun patted his ancestors on the back.


    "Ancestors, don''t worry, don''t worry."


    I don''t know how many generations this filial grandson is. He''s a black sheep. When he learns that the ancestor he''s going to kill hasn''t been killed, he seems to have changed his personality. He''s so surprised that he seems to see a ghost.


    The rest is simple.


    He was suppressed by his ancestors. When he learned that his ancestors were the saints of the former imperial dynasty, he was completely shocked, and then he was ecstatic. Does that mean that he is the emperor''s grandson and can be an emperor.


    Therefore, he has been asking laozong when we would rebel. I absolutely agree with him.


    For this xiaosun, he wants to kill this thing, but he can''t help it. Even if his blood reaches the extreme, he has 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 had never met me before and showed such a fierce look at me. He didn''t know where to offend the other party.


    The Holy One said angrily, "look carefully. Show me who I am."


    "I still don''t recognize it." Lin Fan shook his head.


    He really didn''t recognize it.


    If you recognize it, you will never cheat each other, because he would like to meet a familiar person, once familiar people appear in front of him again, he must be very happy.


    What irritating words.


    The emperor really wanted to explode in situ, but he met such a hateful guy.


    "You guy, my ancestors say that if they know you, they know you. You should also say that you know my ancestors. If you dare say that you don''t know them, I''ll blow your head."


    Xiaosun angrily scolded, and then he looked at the ancestor, as if to say, ancestor, you see I''m good, whether the future throne has my share.


    "No manners." Lin Fan said.


    Xiaosun is very angry. He rolls up his sleeve and wants to show his HuaQuan and embroider his legs. He gives Lin Fan an interesting dance. However, when he sees that the ancestor raises his hand, he points to Lin fan.


    "Good luck to you. My ancestors told me not to see you in the same way, or I''ll blind you."


    How can he do it? How strong the ancestor is. The person who can make the ancestor bear grudges must be very powerful. He will not dare to be presumptuous without relying on the ancestor.


    Holy way: "how many years, once the youth become like this, think all feel a bit interesting, have to say, you are young how good-looking, now, really old ah."


    "Thanks for the compliment."


    Lin Fan didn''t expect that this bad talker would praise himself. It seems that he has a knife mouth and a bean curd heart. His heart is very gentle. He knows that he just spoke in a bad tone and feels bad.


    Is ridiculing Lin Fan''s saint, hears Lin fan to say the words, for a time entire person all some ignorant.


    I didn''t understand what he thought.


    Praise?


    Praise you big head ghost, brain disease, I seem to praise you?


    He knew that Lin fan had the treasure of the former dynasty. As long as he got it, he would have a chance to recover the dynasty.


    Lin Fan said: "although I don''t know what you used to look like, you are not bad now. I can see from your facial features that you must have looked good before, but you are old now, and it''s not easy to see."


    He is not very good at speaking, but he can praise others. Praise can make people more happy.


    "Ha ha, it''s a pity. Just now, I have forgotten how you looked when you were young. Maybe you are as ugly as you are now."The emperor is old and likes to talk. If he was old, he would not talk much nonsense. He should have been crazy for so many years and had not spoken for a long time. Therefore, when he was sober, he became talkative.


    Lin Fan said: "it''s OK. I can recover the way I looked when I was young. In fact, there''s a reason why I''m like this now. I want to grow old with Xiaoxiao, but Xiaoxiao has gone, and I haven''t changed back at the first time. If you want to see the way I looked when I was young, I''ll show you."


    The voice just dropped.


    Lin Fan mobilize the vitality of the body, the appearance of a moment into a young look.


    "See, that''s what I am. Can you do it?"


    A fatal rhetorical question.


    Seeing the scene in front of him, the old emperor suddenly got up from the sedan chair, his eyes were like ox eyes, and his heart was full of blood. It was unimaginable that he had never experienced it.


    "How?" Lin fan asked with a smile.


    Seeing this hateful smile, the emperor was enraged. He opened his mouth and spattered blood all over the world, as if he had dyed heaven and earth red.


    Then


    The emperor seemed to be killed. He fell back, fell from the sedan chair to the ground, and fell heavily.


    Directly by Lin Fan alive angry to death.


    "Laozuzong..."


    Xiaosun cried in panic.


    Sniff There''s no breath.


    Xiaosun was silent for a moment. He looked up at Lin Fan and found that he was walking slowly. He suddenly thought of the previous situation. He was a little flustered. His ancestors were so powerful that people who could be hated by them must be more terrible.


    "Withdraw Get out of here. "


    Xiaosun runs away.


    "Young master, what should the ancestors do?"


    "It''s all dead. Don''t worry. Run." Where filial piety and grandson can take care of their ancestors, running is the most important thing.


    If the ancestors knew that he was running to leave blood, they would forgive him.


    Will also be pleased to praise.


    It''s my good filial grandson.


    "Ah


    Lin Fan sighs


    Just wanted to collect the corpse for the other party, the voice came from my mind.


    Look up at the sky.


    "I''m going back."