"Uncle Wumo. Are you finished?" Gao Meng asked, shaking off the snow on his body.

"Hehe, yes, let you freeze outside. ”

"It's nothing, it's still more energetic to blow the wind outside, Uncle Wumo, I just heard from you that Ucha also learned your skills?"

"Yes, this time I can let Ucha go over to my grandson's affairs, and he can handle it. Glancing at his grandson, the old man Wumo said.

"That's great, Uncle Wumo, aren't you really going down the mountain with us?"

"What am I going to do with you tonight?"

After saying this, ignoring the great change in everyone's faces, Wu Mo beckoned to his grandson.

"Cha Ji, come here, grandpa is already known, this is going to meet your grandma and parents, live a good life in the future, follow Ye Gongzi, and strive to pass on our shamanism, if the will of heaven cannot be violated, go back to my grave and burn two knives of paper, and tell grandpa." ”

"Grandpa......"

Hearing his grandfather's words, Ucha's whole person knelt on the ground with a thud, and tears fell unconsciously in his eyes.

These days, the old man has been saying that his time is short, and he didn't expect it to end today.

"Don't cry, compared to your grandmother and your parents, I have lived a long life, and I have no regrets. Stroking his grandson's forehead, the old man looked kind.

Ye Huang, who was standing on the side, could see that the dead air on the old man's face was slowly spreading, and now he was just returning to the light.

"Grandpa, don't worry, I will live a good life with Brother Ye, promise to pass on the shamanism, marry a beautiful daughter-in-law, and give birth to a fat baby for our Wu family. ”

"Hehe, good boy, you have a heart. ”

"Wushan, you come here, your father didn't listen to my advice and ended up depressed, although you listened to my words and became developed, but there are still some things that need attention, I can't tell you anything in the future, I will advise you later. ”

"No matter how much money there is, family affection is not important, this time Huzi has this difficulty and it has something to do with the fact that the shopping mall in front of you is too ruthless. Also, your ancestor's grave has been moved, turn around and move the tombstone one foot north, and then let Uchabu have a Tiangang Beidou Array, and there will be no trouble. ”

"Uncle Wumo, don't worry, I will definitely listen to your teachings. At this moment, Gao Meng also knelt directly in front of the old man, crying a handful of snot and tears.

Although he and Wumo are not father and son, they are as close as father and son.

"Be patient with everything, change your stubborn temper, and everything will be wide. ”

"Chaji, take out the deerskin scroll under the bed, it records some secret techniques taught by our shamans, whether you can understand it or not depends on your own creation. ”

"Grandpa, I'll do my best!" nodded heavily, and Ucha assured with tears in his eyes.

"It's wrong to do your best, don't force everything, especially those who do our job, everything is in accordance with the will of God. Remember, after I die, I will be buried in this small cabin, I don't have to be buried with your grandmother, I have spied too much in my life, and if I am buried too close to them, it will only harm them. "Ye Gongzi, my grandson will be handed over to you to carry you. After saying these words, the old man looked at Emperor Ye again.

"Uncle Wumo, don't worry, I will treat Wucha like a brother. Ye Huang stroked his chest with his right hand and solemnly agreed.

"You don't need to do that, you just need to eat. Chaji, grandpa hasn't left you anything in this life, and I'm going to go at the last time, so I'll help you. As he spoke, the old man's hand rested on Ucha's forehead again.

In everyone's sight, the old man's eyes slowly closed as if sensing something, and then everyone saw that the old man's withered arm gradually revealed a touch of blue fluorescence, and the fluorescence slowly penetrated into Ucha's forehead after reaching a certain level.

Seeing this scene, Ye Huang and the others were so shocked that their jaws were about to drop, especially Ye Huang and Xingtian, who practiced ancient martial arts, were even more shocked after looking at each other.

Daigo empowerment!

Many martial arts novels have been written, but in reality, there are very few that have really been achieved.

The method of Daigo empowerment, the eventful older generation, when they are dying, pass on their life's work to the next generation through an almost mysterious means.

The scene in front of him was obviously that the old man Wumo didn't want to bring his life's work into the ground like this, so he gave his grandson an initiation.

The whole process didn't last very long, just two minutes.

In the past two minutes, Ye Huang and the others watched the anger on the old man's body pass little by little, and the gray hair also turned gray like artemisia grass because of the passage of the breath of life.

Perhaps because of the success of the inheritance, a faint smile appeared on the old man's face.

It's just that the old man didn't leave any more words, and just sat down in front of everyone at the very last moment after the Daigo empowerment ended.

At the moment when the old man's life was at its worst, Ucha, who was kneeling on the ground, silently shed tears, leaned over and kowtowed nine times in a row with a touch of desolate sadness.

Behind him, Ye Huang and the others also bowed deeply, expressing their respect for this old man who has made great contributions.

Gao Meng also cried like a child, lying on the ground and kowtowing to the old man Wumo who had passed away.

"Uncle Gao, Brother Wucha, the festival mourns and changes ......"

After speaking, Ye Huang patted the shoulders of the two and walked out of the house.

Xing Tian and the other three bodyguards also saluted separately, and then left the house and stood in the snowy mountain forest.

"Childe, the old man can live a few more days, why do you have to choose this way of dying?"

"Son of Heaven, you don't understand, for the old man Wumo, the inheritance of shamanism and the continuation of the Wu family are far more important than his dozens of days of life, to the realm of the old man Wumo, life and death have long been downplayed, if it weren't for the fact that we would have come to the Tao in the dark, maybe the old man Wumo had already chosen to give empowerment to the Wucha brothers before. ”

Sighing, Emperor Ye was also very uncomfortable in his heart, from now on, Huaxia would have one less master of magic.

Xingtian, who heard Emperor Ye's words, fell silent randomly.

After waiting outside for a while, Gao Meng climbed out of the window, glanced at Ye Huang with red eyes, and opened the door where the snow had piled up.

Ucha walked out of the cabin with his scrawny grandfather in his arms, while Gao Meng was behind him with a kerosene lamp.

When I came to the cabin, I chose a place to dig it.

Ye Huang and the others who saw this scene also joined in and helped dig up the soil.

The temperature of more than 30 degrees below zero made the soil layer half a meter deep into a lump of ice, and everyone dug for nearly two hours with firewood and shovels before burying the old man.

There was no good tombstone, a wooden board with Uncle Wumo's name and the year of birth and death written on it, and nothing else.

On top of the lonely grave bag are a few oil buns brought by Ucha from below a few days ago, which are considered to be memorial objects.

A generation of masters, when they were alive, never left Tongjiang a step, and when they died, they were forever waiting on the land of Tongjiang, a region where the Hezhe people have lived for thousands of years.