Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

"Grandpa, big brother is awake."

A burst of cheerful cheers sounded, Zhuo Bufan opened his eyes, and found himself lying on a wooden bed, the whole room was made of wood, very simple. He remembered that after he killed the people from heaven and hell, he encountered several waves of killers sent by other organizations on the way, and he killed them all. However, because of his injuries, Zhuo Bufan was a little hard to hold on, so he had a lonely life. The foot of the mountain planned to force out the poison left by the dagger

Unexpectedly, due to the consumption of too much real energy, he fell asleep from exhaustion.

This was Zhuo Bufan's most difficult time two years after he was reborn on Earth, but when he was in the realm of comprehension, there were many more difficult times than this.

"When I become inborn, there will be almost no one on this earth who can hurt me." Zhuo Bufan squeezed his fist, he hated it a little this time, hated himself for being too careless, and underestimated Tianting and The power of hell.

This is not the world of comprehension, he can have no scruples, here is the earth, he has parents, friends, and Ye Ziqin Shijian, if he dies, what awaits his relatives and friends will be endless revenge and blows, Just thinking about the consequences made Zhuo Bufan feel a little scared.

"Next time, I can't be so reckless. If my parents die, what will happen to Ye Ziqin and Shi Jian." Zhuo Bufan gritted his teeth and said.

At this moment, he came back to his senses, and after looking around the room, he saw a little girl in a shabby cotton padded coat standing in front of him, about seven or eight years old, with a chubby face, and her nose and cheeks were a little red from the cold. Looking at him with a pair of clean, clear and bright eyes.

"Why am I here?" Zhuo Bufan looked at the little girl with a smile on his face.

The coldness and coldness in his eyes just now shocked the little girl, so she could only stand aside in a daze.

Seeing him smile now, the little girl said timidly: "My grandpa and I found you fainted, so we carried you back."

Zhuo Bufan took a look, the wound on his arm was covered with a bandage, it must have been done by the little girl's grandfather.

"Huniu, come out and help grandpa." At this time, an old voice sounded outside.

"Come on." Hu Niu wiped her dripping nose, and ran out of the room. After a while, an old man came in. The old man was about sixty years old, his skin was wrinkled, his body was thin, and he was rickety. His waist is bent, his face is full of the hardships and disasters that life has given him.

"Master, you're awake." The old man looked at Zhuo Bufan and asked, this honest farmer all his life always had a cautious attitude.

Zhuo Bufan got off the bed and stood up, cupped his hands and said: "Thank you, old man, for saving me."

"It's okay, it's okay. It's just a matter of little effort." The old man shook his head and said, and Hu Niu next to him handed him a dry cigarette. Zhuo Bufan chatted with the old man for a while before he realized that he had been in a coma for two days and two nights, and this place was just a remote village called 'Taoxian', which was surrounded by mountains and the traffic was very inconvenient. Along with the winding road, the surrounding emerald mountains are like natural green walls.

Like a barrier, like Tao Yuanming's paradise.

The old man’s surname is Zhou, and he makes a living by farming and collecting herbs in the mountains. The little girl’s parents both work in Guangdong, and he is the only one who stays at home with his grandfather. His nickname is Huniu.

"Grandpa Zhou, I'm afraid I will stay at your house for a few days." Zhuo Bufan said.

Old man Zhou sat on the threshold, took Hanyan to the ground and knocked, but his movements paused, and his face changed slightly.

Zhuo Bufan didn't know what he was thinking. An honest farmer who had lived in a mountain village all his life, rescued a man and came back with a knife on his body. It was not easy at first glance, and no one wanted to be implicated. "Grandpa Zhou, don't worry, I don't think you will be involved, I just want to rest and heal your injuries." Zhuo Bufan said, took out a bottle of dragon fish pills and said: "Grandpa Zhou, I think your health is not very good , have rheumatism, asthma, take this bottle of pills every day, and soon your body will be sick

will all disappear. "

This can also be regarded as Zhuo Bufan's principles of life. He will never bow his head to the powerful, but he can be humble and respectful to the kind and ordinary people, and he can repay the kindness of dripping water.

"This..." Grandpa Zhou hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

In the next few days, Zhuo Bufan began to live in Zhou's house. The dilapidated house was in disrepair for a long time, and Zhuo Bufan helped to mend the leaks, take care of his health, and occasionally went to the mountains with Huniu to collect herbs and brought back some wild game.

A week later, the whole village knew that an unexpected visitor had come to the village.

Zhuo Bufan has all kinds of powerful exercises. Every morning, he goes to the deep mountains to practice and absorb the surrounding spiritual energy. His injuries have almost recovered, and there is even a faint sign of strengthening.

The journey of cultivation has never been about recuperating and absorbing spiritual energy honestly. Instead, in the constant battles, the realm of cultivation has improved faster.

"The strength has almost recovered, and we can continue to go on the road." This morning, Zhuo Bufan returned to the mountain village feeling refreshed after a night of training on the top of the mountain.

But as soon as he walked to the gate of the courtyard of Zhou's hometown, he saw a group of people gathered here.

"Old man Zhou, you are the only one missing now. I said, what good is it for you to live in this crappy house? It's not that we won't give you money."

"Yes, Lao Zhou promised them to sell it, otherwise they will come to you often, and your life will be difficult."

Zhuo Bufan frowned, and saw a group of people dressed as gangsters standing outside Mr. Zhou's house. Mr. Zhou and his granddaughter Hu Nu stood opposite those people, with timid expressions on their faces.

The leader of the gangsters was a man with a bald head and a green snake spitting out a letter tattooed on his neck. He was about thirty-five or sixteen years old. He touched his bald head and stared at Old Zhou with ruthless eyes. I spent a week with you, do you really think that I, Lord Bao, is easy to bully?"

"Lord Bao, I...I really can't sell this house. I've lived here all my life. I'm not used to going to other places. Besides, my wife is buried behind the house. If you demolish it, what will happen to my wife's grave?" Like?" Although the old man Zhou was afraid, he still blushed and argued.

"Damn, shame on your face?" Lord Bao showed a fierce look on his face, "Believe it or not, I burned your house down, making your life worse than death?"

"You guys are shameless... if you bully my grandpa, I will call the police." Hu Niu raised her face, with anger showing in her big black eyes.

"Little girl, you have no place to speak here. You are so good-looking, why do you speak so badly?" Suddenly a gangster as thin as a monkey walked up to Hu Niu and wiped her small face with his hand.

Hu Niu froze for a moment, then burst into tears, and the old man Zhou was trembling with rage, and the surrounding villagers were frightened and kept silent. It turned out that the skinny man had hidden a sharp blade between his fingers and cut a gash on Hu Niu's face. , The red blood flowed out for a long time.