Chu Jingtian pinched himself hard, and then said in surprise: "Is the master you are talking about brother Ye, how did he send us here? You must know, don't you?"
His clothes were ripped off heavily by Leng Ya, and he sat there, looking at his nose and mouth, and said indifferently: "Give up your strength, don't ask what you shouldn't ask. When the master wants us to know, he will naturally tell us." us."
Leng Ya's heart was also full of turbulent waves, he told him what is called fleeting ten thousand miles, and the two old people in front of him, although they were hiding very deeply, but their inner aura was extremely strong, and they called Ye Wuchen "Master" again. She told him that behind him, there must be a terrifying force that belonged only to him, but no one had noticed.
Chu Jingtian had no choice but to mutter a few words, sat down obediently, and asked some insignificant questions: "Old man, I still want an old woman, what should I call her?"
"Hehe, just call me Scallion," the old man pointed at the old woman again: "Just call me Scallion, old lady."
Chu Jingtian quickly waved his hands: "How can this be done, you are elders."
"You are all friends of the master, our honored guests, why not."
"Then... I'll call you Grandpa Scallion and Grandma Scallion." The two old people in front of them were obviously a generation older than his grandfather. And their names... scallions, chopped green onions, are inferior to his small bull, which really makes him feel ashamed.
The old man was originally named Yan Qinghong, and the old lady changed her name to Yan Qingping after she got married. They were the two oldest people in the small world under Duan Hun Yuan, and they were a generation older than Yan Tianwei. Under the old appearance of the two, they hide amazing strength. Under Duan Hunyuan, the people of the Northern Emperor Sect there have no desires and desires, and cultivation is their top priority. Their average strength is by no means what another "Northern Emperor Sect" with distracting thoughts and ambitions can do. Than. And the cultivation base of these two old people is second only to Yan Tianwei among them. In that small world, it has always been rumored that Yan Tianwei, who possesses the purest blood of the Northern Emperor, has reached the pinnacle of the god level, and if Yan Qinghong and Yan Qingping join hands, even Yan Tianwei would not dare to be negligent .
While observing Leng Ya and Chu Jingtian, they were also amazed in their hearts. Secret Dao is worthy of being the master's friend. He has already reached such a level at such a young age, especially the one who looks a little silly with a long sword on his back stout boy. These two people must also have extraordinary origins and futures.
Time passed slowly in silence, the sky outside began to change from bright to dark, and when Leng Ya opened his eyes from meditation, the sky had already begun to darken. It was extremely difficult to bury his mother with Feng Chaoyang, but his heart was surprisingly quiet at this moment, and he didn't feel any worries. This is a kind of trust that Ye Wuchen brought to him. In just two days, this feeling has become more and more intense.
The wooden door was opened with a "creak", and the old woman smiled and poked her head in: "Come, it's ready."
The sky is full of dark clouds, and the stars and the moon are not visible, which also makes the night come prematurely. Leng Ya carried the coffin, and followed the two old men to the west with Chu Jingtian. The land under his feet was not flat, but he tried his best to keep his body from shaking violently, not for himself, but for his poor and infatuated mother.
They walked for a long time, and finally came to the goal of their trip. Leng Ya's gaze still shot a sharp cold light in the dark night, and he could see at a glance that there was a large group of people guarding less than a hundred meters ahead, and according to rough calculations, there were no less than a hundred people.
But the two old people didn't seem to notice anything, their footsteps were still heavy, just like the two most normal disabled old people. At this moment, Leng Ya vaguely noticed several eyes shooting towards this side, and frowned, while the old man calmly took out something from his arms, and a faint red light flashed in the dark night And pass. Those gazes disappeared immediately, and they never looked at them again.
"Grandpa Scallion, Grandma Scallion, Feng Chaoyang's cemetery is in front of you? They will find you if you walk there like this. Let me deal with these people first." Chu Jingtian said seriously.
Leng Ya grabbed him and shook his head. Yan Qinghong laughed and said: "Don't worry, they are all our own."
"My own?" Chu Jingtian was dumbfounded for a moment.
Sure enough, until they walked in, the guards guarding all directions, dressed in heavy armor and holding long knives and spears, didn't even look at them, completely treating them as air. Chu Jingtian couldn't help being amazed, he waved his hand in front of a person, but saw that his eyeballs didn't move, then pinched his face, and then said silently: "It's strange, it's not a stone sculpture..."
The corner of the mouth of the guard whose face was pinched by him twitched imperceptibly, and he almost had the urge to shoot him.
The tomb was opened by a person, and there were candles burning inside. Yan Qinghong led them down the steps, while introducing: "After Feng Chaoyang died, Emperor Gale Feng Lie built this huge tomb, every year Come to worship once. Feng Chaoyang died at the hands of his master. About ten months ago, he came to this cemetery and sighed that although killing Feng Chaoyang was helpless, it caused a friend of his to lose his father, and he felt guilty. Therefore, the master took great risks, spent countless scheming and hard work, and finally spent half a year replacing everyone here with his own. The master said that Feng Chaoyang's son is a truly dutiful son, although he He hates his father, but when his only father dies, he must be eager to watch for him for a few days to fulfill his final filial piety. The purpose of the master's doing this is to make it easier for Feng Chaoyang's son to stay here with peace of mind, even seven days. Whether it's a month or half a year... "
Leng Ya's whole body trembled slightly, his chest was filled with a warm breath, and his eye sockets also became slightly hot. At this moment, his last grudge against Ye Wuchen disappeared without a trace.
The cemetery is very deep and long, and the air is oppressive and humid. After walking for a long time, the old man finally stopped. He looked at Leng Ya and sighed a long time: "Oh, there are unpredictable things, I didn't expect you His mother actually..." Pointing to the coffin made of sapphire, he said: "That is the place where Feng Chaoyang sleeps peacefully. Go and stay as long as you want. Don't worry about being disturbed. Three meals a day are free. Someone will bring it to you, and someone will notify you when the Tianchen Mowu Conference is held."
Leng Ya stared blankly at the sapphire coffin, walked over quietly and slowly, carefully placed her mother's coffin beside her, and then knelt down heavily.
Yan Qinghong turned around, took a step, then turned to look at Chu Jingtian, and said with a gentle smile: "During this time, you can come and accompany the old man."
Chu Jingtian patted his head, and said embarrassedly: "I want to accompany Bingcuianlian to watch the spirit, can you bring in more food every day?"
Yan Qinghong was taken aback, then chuckled, nodded, and walked out.
Chu Jingtian walked over and knelt beside Leng Ya. Leng Ya glanced at him and asked, "Aren't you leaving?"
"We are friends. Your parents are my uncles and aunts. Of course I have to kneel to them. But I'll be fine if I kneel for a while, and I'll just practice Qi there in the future." Chu Jingtian replied.
Leng Ya looked at him a few more times, then turned his eyes back, looking at the two coffins in front of him, his eyes began to drift gradually, until he completely lost focus.
Mother, you should be very happy to be able to sleep with him after death. Although the child has finally achieved something in a small way, he has been unable to repay your great kindness in raising him in this lifetime. I just hope that in the next life you can marry someone who loves you and loves you so that you will not be so lonely in the next life... even if it is just an ordinary family.
Feng Chaoyang, you are dead, but you have no worries and nostalgia in your life, even if you die, you will have no regrets or regrets. Although you are called the invincible god of war, countless people respect you and look up to you, but when you die, only my poor mother is willing to chase you. Whether you are a great hero or a street beggar, you can To be favored by my mother is the greatest blessing in your life.
Leng Ya knelt there motionless, like a rigid stone sculpture.
The scandal between Lin Xiao and the empress Lin Xiugu, nephew, and nephew has been raging in Tianlong City for a whole day without any signs of stopping. Instead, it has intensified under the impetus of an unknown reason, and even the street beggars in Tianlong City can speak vividly. Not only Tianlong City, but also the surrounding cities and towns have begun to spread rumors. It wasn't until evening that all the streets in the city put up notices stating that those who spread rumors would be killed without mercy, and then they calmed down. Although they didn't dare to talk about it in public, it was still the biggest topic of discussion behind the scenes. Some people avoided the key points and began to lament the decline of the world, lament that some so-called gentlemen are so dirty in their hearts, lament that a certain matriarch is so shameless, and lament that a person in a certain family has done something wrong. Such things that are not as good as pigs and dogs... and so on.
And Long Yin, who has always been calm, broke a lot of things in this day. He wanted Ye Wuchen to die, but he still couldn't lose the last reason in his almost violent state of mind. If he really tore his face, he would not be able to kill Ye Wuchen, but Ye Wuchen had the ability to kill him. It is also impossible to bring the blame on him, because there is no evidence to prove that he did it. His anger can only be transferred to Lin Xiao. Lin Xiao must die. Not letting him die today is enough to give the Lin family face. Tomorrow, let him survive for the last day, and the day after tomorrow, he will be secretly executed. Lin Xiu, however, could not be killed. Lin Xiao can be executed in secret, but if the queen dies, everyone will know about it. Then everyone will know that this "rumor" is not a rumor at all. He, Long Yin, will become the laughing stock of all people in the mainland.
The next morning, morning time. Today's Tianlong Hall inevitably has a weird atmosphere. In the past, all the ministers were noisy while waiting for the emperor to go to the palace, but now it was exceptionally quiet. But no one is stupid enough to mention what happened yesterday. They looked around and found that Lin Kuang hadn't arrived yet. Although Lin Zhan had arrived early, his face was always awkward, and the occasional polite smile was uglier than crying. This happened to his own sister and his own son, and One side is still the queen of the world, it really takes a lot of courage for him to dare to come out to meet people.
What made the ministers even more strange was that Ye Wei, who was never late, did not arrive.
Long Yin came late, and sat down in front of the main hall, his face was as majestic as before, and there was nothing unusual about it. After all the officials knelt down, they lined up on both sides peacefully, with their heads slightly lowered, and no one dared to show anything different looks. Such a great humiliation, as long as it is a man, it cannot bear it, let alone the king of a country. They could imagine Long Yin's mood from yesterday to now, and rationally pretended not to know anything.
Long Yin's eyes were like lightning, and he scanned all the officials, only to find that Ye Wei's position was vacant, he frowned, and asked, "Do you have anything to say?"
As soon as Long Yin's voice fell, there was a loud answer from outside the hall: "Wuchen has something to say."