Sect Master Ji frowned and said: "Ying'er is lazy by nature, he doesn't like to practice, he only loves to play, and he is afraid of pain since he was a child. How painful is it for sword energy to enter his body? I don't believe that he can practice sword energy by himself."
When Ji Xuande heard this, his heart skipped a beat, and he cried secretly: "Oops, I didn't think about this."
"If no one persuaded or encouraged him, he probably would not have practiced that. However, I asked the guards, but no one visited him. This is strange."
Ji Xuande frowned and asked: "Father, before he retreated, did you ever tell him anything?"
Sect Master Ji pondered: "What I told him at the time was the agreement I made with the peak masters and the Supreme Elders."
Ji Xuande probed: "Could it be that my younger brother is worried that his cultivation is not as good as others, so he is anxious for success?"
Sect Master Ji fell silent.
Ji Xuande said to himself again: "If someone plotted against my younger brother, who would it be? Who has the ability to enter the ancestral land quietly?"
The guarding force of the ancestral land is very strong, and there are four elders guarding it!
Coupled with the terrifying formations all over the ancestral land, even Sect Master Ji couldn't guarantee that he could sneak into the ancestral land without being discovered.
Sect Master Ji pondered: "Maybe it's my agreement that killed him."
In his mind, if the second son was killed by someone, it would definitely be the hands of those who plotted against Yu Qingyao.
Because, with that agreement, Ji Yingde is the biggest obstacle in marrying Yu Qingyao.
Killing Ji Yingde will invalidate the suzerain's one-year agreement.
Ji Yingde died, and Yu Qingyao's husband could only choose from among the true disciples. Then their chances are greatly increased.
Ji Xuande nodded and said, "Father, don't blame yourself too much. In my opinion, it must be Yingde who didn't know the severity and practiced evil skills indiscriminately, which killed himself."
Sect Master Ji glanced at his son, and said flatly, "I'm not the kind of person who feels guilty about killing his son because of my own fault."
Ji Xuande was sweating, and hurriedly said: "That's good!"
Sect Master Ji sighed, and said: "Yingde, I deliberately reared him. What I'm afraid of is that he will take advantage of my power to compete with you. The more ineffective he is, the more I dote on him, and develop his lawless and playful temperament. I I always thought that one day, he would be killed by his enemies outside. Unexpectedly, he went to Yuyaoyuan, and his temperament changed drastically. I appreciate his prodigal son turning back, but I feel a little uneasy. Now that he is dead, I was lost, sad, and relieved at last."
When Ji Xuande heard this, he was greatly moved.
Sect Master Ji sighed: "Unfortunately, he hasn't been able to give birth to a child yet."
If Ji Yingde has a son, Ji Zongzhu will definitely take him by his side and teach him well.
Ji Xuande also sighed, "Yes!"
"Even so, I still have to investigate. If someone harms my son, I don't know. Isn't it a joke?"
Ji Xuande's heart tightened, he lowered his head and said, "Yes! We must investigate!"
Sect Master Ji said slowly: "I'll leave this matter to you. You are his elder brother. Although he is often naughty with you, at this time of year, you should remember that he will always be your brother!"
Ji Xuande's high-hanging heart fell again, and he said in a deep voice: "Yes! Father, I will try my best to investigate!"
Sect Master Ji nodded and said, "You go to burn incense in front of the spirit, and take a last look at him!"
Ji Xuande's eyes were red, and he choked up and said, "Yes! Father, I'm going!"
Sect Master Ji waved his hand, and Ji Xuande left the study.
When he came to the mourning hall, seeing Mrs. Ji was still crying, Ji Xuande frowned and said: "Madam, please be patient!"
When Mrs. Ji saw him, her eyes were red, she gritted her teeth and stared at him without saying a word.
Ji Xuande felt a little guilty for no reason, nodded at her, and went to offer incense. He was not born by this lady. When this lady came in, he had already established his own family. To this lady, he has always been only superficial friendship. Since Mrs. Ji had a son, Ji Yingde kept picking on him when he grew up, and the friendship between the two was even more gone.
Mrs. Ji didn't respond, Ji Xuande was too lazy to make fun of himself. He didn't really pay attention to this lady either.
After offering incense, Ji Xuande called his wife and asked her to accompany his wife to receive the female guests who came to mourn the funeral, and then went to the front to welcome the guests.
The young lady didn't know what to do, but she was a little sad. Thinking that she could no longer force Yu Qingyao to marry Ji Yingde, she was even more disappointed, and shed a few tears before her death.
However, most of these tears were shed for herself.
Mrs. Ji saw that Mrs. Young was really sad and crying, but she doubted her own judgment.
When her son died, the first thing she suspected was Ji Xuande.
The news of Ji Yingde's death spread quickly throughout the Thirty-Six Peaks, and the senior sect leaders came to mourn the funeral one after another.
The suzerain's son is dead, if you don't hurry up to comfort the suzerain, do you still want to continue to hang out in Fushan sect
Many people want to go without qualifications!
Yu Qingyao hurried back to Yunmengju, took a shower and changed into a snow-white dress.
Then, with red eyes, she rushed to Ji's Mansion with her guards and attendants also in white.
When she arrived at the door, seeing Ji Xuande who was also dressed in white, Yu Qingyao rushed up in tears, and was about to throw herself into his arms, but stopped suddenly.
Seeing her rushing towards her, Ji Xuande was happy but worried at the same time.
If Yu Qingyao behaved particularly close to him at this time, it would probably arouse suspicion.
Seeing that she didn't throw herself into his arms, Ji Xuande was glad, but also a little disappointed.
Yu Qingyao choked up and said, "Tell me, it's not true."
Ji Xuande sighed, and said melancholy: "Yingde has indeed passed away unfortunately, don't be too sad."
When Yu Qingyao heard it, tears couldn't stop streaming down, and she said, "I don't believe it, I want to see him with my own eyes."
As she said that, she flew in.
Ji Xuande was worried, and hurriedly followed.
The nearby guests met and exchanged mysterious glances with each other.
Many guests didn't know that Yu Qingyao, who had been the most popular recently, was related to Ji Yingde. Seeing this scene, they immediately started to gossip.
Yu Qingyao rushed to the mourning hall, where there were already white banners and white tents, and hundreds of guests had gathered in the mourning hall.
All of them looked sad and sad, as if the dead were their relatives.
A group of female guests were comforting Mrs. Ji who was still crying. Mrs. Ji knelt aside and returned the gift to the guests.
There was a jade coffin in the middle of the mourning hall. Seeing the jade coffin and the spiritual tablet, Yu Qingyao cried out sadly as if struck by lightning: "Yingde, why did you go?"
All the guests heard the cry and turned their heads to look at it.
Yu Qingyao staggered and threw herself on the jade coffin, crying loudly: "Yingde, I'm here, get up and look at me!"
Everyone was sweating.
If Ji Yingde really wanted to get up, it would be a fraudulent corpse. They were about to kill him.
When Mrs. Ji saw her and saw her so sad, she immediately aroused the pain in her heart, and couldn't help crying: "Qingyao, you are here!"
Yu Qingyao cried: "Ma'am, he is not dead, right? You are all lying to me, aren't you?"
When Mrs. Ji heard this, she burst into tears and was unable to answer.
Deep down in her heart, she didn't think it was just a scam.
(end of this chapter)