Qingzhou City is an island city, located in the East China Sea and surrounded by the sea.
At this moment, in the vast sea, there is a huge ship sailing towards the direction of Qingzhou City.
On the deck of the big ship, there are many figures. One of them is a group of knights dressed in armor. Three figures stand on the edge of the deck, a middle-aged man, and two young men and women.
The middle-aged man has a majestic appearance and extraordinary aura. The young man beside him is quite handsome, with a bit of evil in his eyes. The woman beside him looks cold and arrogant, but the figure is extremely sexy and fascinating.
"This is Qingzhou City?" The young man looked forward and said faintly.
"Yes, Qingzhou City is an island city in the East China Sea. There are many island cities in the East China Sea, so it is not conspicuous. Maybe you haven't heard of it before." The middle-aged nodded.
"If it weren't for you, I have never heard of it. It's just that a peerless person like him really walked out of such a small place?" The young man shook his head, as if he could not believe it, even if he was always arrogant, but said When the word'he' was reached, he still couldn't hold back the throbbing in his heart.
"The news should be correct, we can vaguely find some traces in the history of our Donghai Mansion, but I don't know if he has left anything in Qingzhou City." The middle-aged said.
"I hope you don't come here in vain." A smile was drawn at the corner of the young man's mouth. It is really hard to imagine that the most dazzling character in Eastern China for thousands of years will come from an island city.
Emperor Ye Qing, the legend of Eastern China, ruled Eastern China together with Emperor Donghuang for three hundred years. He suddenly died fifteen years ago. The cause of his death is still a mystery. No one dares to investigate the cause. The three words of Emperor Ye Qing, It has become a taboo. However, in Donghai Mansion, some traces he had left were found, which proved that he had walked out of Donghai Mansion, and finally pointed to the island city in the East China Sea, Qingzhou City.
The boat traveled very fast, gradually approaching the coast, and the city of Qingzhou gradually enlarged in the field of vision.
On the coast, there are many big people waiting there, and the city lord, as well as the big people of the Murong Chamber of Commerce, look very respectful.
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Qingzhou City didn't know the upcoming big man, and Ye Futian didn't know either.
Walking on the familiar street, Ye Mansion was gradually looking at him, his pace was relaxed, and he missed his family a little.
"Futian is back." A lady selling biscuits shouted by the side of the street.
"Hello Auntie She." Ye Futian smiled lightly, and shouted to the two old men who were playing chess not far away: "Uncle Wang, Grandpa Yun."
"It's still your boy who has a good mouth, and the girl from the Xiaolin family is at home. After this year, she will be fifteen and she is so beautiful." Uncle Wang said with a grin.
"Uncle Lin, Xiaoqing is here." Ye Futian stopped and shouted to the shopkeeper of a nearby restaurant.
"Aren't you here, Futian, you haven't been home for a long time, go back and have a look." The shopkeeper smiled tremblingly, and gave Uncle Wang a fierce look.
"Brother Futian is back?" A crisp sound came from the restaurant.
"Dead girl, go back and do things." The shopkeeper cursed in a low voice. Ye Futian blinked and smiled, then continued to walk forward and waved his hand: "Xiao Qing, I will play with you another day."
After he left, Uncle Wang said to the shopkeeper Lin: "Xiao Lin, Futian is the young master of the Ye family, you are not happy to play with your girl."
"Uncle, that Hunshi Demon King is not serious in his ten years old. Which girl hasn't been fooled by his rhetoric, do I dare?" Shopkeeper Lin said bitterly, if any girl fell in love with that Hunshi Demon, it would definitely be unlucky.
Ye Futian didn't have this kind of consciousness. After crossing the street, he saw an independent mansion in front of him, engraved with the word Ye.
There were two guards outside the mansion, and a gray-haired figure crouched beside the door, looking out the mansion with muddy eyes. When he saw Ye Futian, the muddy eyes had a glimmer of light.
"Foster father." Ye Futian yelled before he arrived, ran to the front of the mansion, and said: "Foster father, why are you here?"
This figure is not old, but because of his hair and rickety body, it looks unusually old. He smiled at Ye Futian and said: "At the end of the year, thinking that you should come back, I will wait for you here. By the way, what? Did not see the rest of my life."
"The rest of my life went to the Tianmon Mountain for a trial." Ye Futian stepped forward, supporting the old man's arm, and said: "Foster father, you have more gray hair."
"It's all right, it's good to watch you grow up. For the foster father, this is the most honored thing." The white-haired old man shook his head and smiled.
"Foster father is talking nonsense again." Ye Futian was a little speechless when he saw his adoptive father and said'honoured'.
"What is nonsense, one day in the future, you will understand what the foster father said." The old man smiled and said, "Go, go home."
"Well, go home." Ye Futian walked briskly, came to a courtyard, and saw Ye Baichuan said to him: "The stinky boy still knows to come back, it's the end of the year, where did you harm the girl?"
Ye Futian had a black line on his face and said silently: "Father, I just came back, can you let me feel the care of my father?"
"Futian, ignore your father, let my mother take a good look." A beautiful woman walked beside him. It was Ye Futian's mother Ye Rou. His parents had the same surname. It was said that his mother was a foreigner, and his father met when he went out to experience. After getting down with him, he returned to his hometown.
"Hey, I don't know what luck someone has had, having such a virtuous and beautiful wife." Ye Futian glanced at Ye Baichuan and said.
"You kid is looking for a fight. If you have the ability, you can bring such a virtuous and beautiful daughter-in-law home to show me." Ye Baichuan walked to Ye Rou and said proudly.
"I don't want to, otherwise it will not be easy." Ye Futian said shamelessly.
"Brother, you are bragging again." Outside, a beautiful girl who was younger than Ye Futian came up and looked at Ye Futian with a grin. There was a beautiful woman next to Ye Futian's aunt Ye Rong and her. Ye Xiaoqin's daughter, Ye Xiaoqin, follows her mother's surname.
Behind them, there are two figures, a middle-aged and a 13-year-old boy, Ye Futian's uncle Ye Dongliu and his son Ye Mo.
"Uncle, aunt." Ye Futian shouted, and then looked at the girl with a smile and said: "Ye Xiaoqin, is it itchy?"
Ye Xiaoqin was scared to hide behind Ye Rong, and said: "You want to be a gangster again, uncle can watch here."
The group of people laughed, and Ye Mo moved his little head forward and said: "Brother Futian, uncle said that your cultivation base is very good now. Really?"
"Of course, your brother and I have concurrently practiced martial arts, and my cultivation is close to the glory realm. I admire like clouds in Qingzhou Academy." Ye Futian smiled and teased Ye Mo.
Ye Mo looked at Ye Futian with contempt, and said, "I almost believed what I said."
"I believe it too." Ye Xiaoqin echoed.
"Futian, you guys don't speak big words. Whenever you can bring a beautiful wife home, it's up to you. The girl of the Feng family is close, and Qingxue's beautiful talent is good. Be careful of being abducted. "Ye Rong smiled.
"Qingxue..." Ye Futian smiled bitterly and shook his head. When he saw his expression, everyone showed a suddenly realized expression. This kid, let's reveal the stuffing, it seems that he hasn't caught up.
"Okay, okay, it's rare for a family to be together, eating and chatting." Ye Rou smiled and everyone nodded. At the dinner table, there was fun and constant laughter, making it especially warm.
After dinner, everyone left one after another. Ye Futian asked his father for a guqin, and then went back to his yard. Soon after, there was a melodious yangqin sound in the yard, and it seemed extraordinarily peaceful under the moonlight.
After the rest of his life came back the next day, the martial arts stepped into the realm of glory, Ye Futian was very happy.
In the blink of an eye, it was the last day of the end of the year. As night fell, Qingzhou City was brightly lit and extremely lively, with fireworks blooming over Qingzhou City.
In Ye Mansion, a courtyard with a melodious violin, a young man is playing the piano gracefully, and a young man sitting on the ground next to him is practising, but at this time, Yu Sheng opened his eyes and looked at Ye Futian.
As if feeling something was wrong, the sound of the piano gradually ceased, Ye Futian raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the sky, feeling a little restless for some reason.
"Futian." Outside, the white-haired old man walked in and looked at Ye Futian and said: "This piano music can calm your mind, but you seem to have something on your mind, your heart is a little messed up, and the piano is also messed up."
"I don't know what's going on either." Ye Futian smiled bitterly.
"The sound of the piano is full of joy, longing, and melancholy, my child, you are really grown up." The white-haired old man whispered, "Whose girl is it?"
"Foster father." Ye Futian was a little surprised. He glanced at Yu Sheng beside him, and saw that Yu Sheng shook his head. He did not tell his father about Ye Futian.
"So did you really miss it?" Ye Futian smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Foster father, did I fail to do my job properly and live up to your expectations."
"Stupid boy, this is a necessary process of growth. How many heroes in ancient times can escape the love of children." The white-haired old man walked to Ye Futian and said gently: "Foster father does not oppose your love, but she must be worth it. You have to give your affection, and you have to remember that your woman will be the one who will be the world's first person in the future."
Ye Futian looked up at the old man, he naturally knew that his adoptive father had extremely high expectations of him since he was a child, even higher than his own imagination.
"Foster father, I'm afraid I will let you down in the future." Ye Futian said softly.
"Believe in yourself, just like a foster father believes in you." The old man patted Ye Futian on the shoulder and said: "Go, your family is waiting for you, and the guests of the Feng Family are here."
"Well, Yu Sheng, let's be together." Ye Futian said to Yu Sheng beside him.
"Stay for the rest of my life, I have something to tell him." The old man said.
"Okay." Ye Futian nodded and left the courtyard. After he left, there was wind outside the courtyard and closed the courtyard door. The old man looked at Yu Sheng and said, "Let me see how your life and soul practice is."
Yu Sheng stood up, his mind moved, his eyes suddenly released a terrible light, a terrible breath was flowing on his body, the spiritual energy between the surrounding world and the earth violently rushed away, and a layer of armor like a god and a devil was draped on his body. The soul of life appeared, and the rest of his life at this moment was like a demon god.
"It's okay." The old man nodded, and the rest of his life took his life back, his eyes returned to normal.
"Yu Sheng, you must remember that you will always be the strongest blade and the strongest shield around Futian. One day in the future, your name will be engraved in the history books." The old man seriously asked, Yu Sheng seemed to understand, but He knew that he would protect that boy forever, not just because of his father's words.