Chapter 1448: Master and Disciple Reunited, Twelve Shackles!

They are all the young generation of the earth, and also the most dazzling generation in the world today, but they still can't get out of the catastrophe of the earth seventeen years ago.

At this time, a faint sigh suddenly sounded between heaven and earth: "The catastrophe is not something you can control, so why do you still worry about it?"

Hearing this sudden voice, Yang Hao and the others were startled at first, and then seemed to remember something, and suddenly looked a thousand feet away.

In the void there, I don't know when a green figure came slowly. The other party stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering, and seemed to walk slowly.

With the appearance of this figure, the many figures secretly hiding in the woods couldn't help but stick their heads out to look at it, and their eyes were full of suspicion.

"Uncle Ye!!!"

Yang Hao's face was immediately delighted.

"Master..."

Looking at the knife-like upright figure, Song Qiye's body suddenly stiffened, and his slightly trembling eyes were filled with excitement that was difficult to conceal.

"Uncle Ye, you are finally here."

Yang Hao took a step forward, walked over on the void and gave Ye Chen a big bear hug, and was also extremely happy.

He still remembered that when he was four years old, he suffered from heart disease and his mother died in a car accident. It was his father Yang Tian who went to the black market to fight fake boxing to raise money for his heart transplant surgery.

At that time, it was Ye Chen's appearance that cured him, and made his father wake up from a walking corpse, changing the life of their Yang family.

It can be said that for Yang Hao, who was in his early twenties, Ye Chen was not only his father's brother, but also his elder, and one of his few relatives in this world.

"Little bastard, you seem to have grown taller again."

Ye Chen smiled and patted his shoulder, looking at the little guy who had grown to his ears: "You are also handsome, more handsome than your father."

At the same time, he sighed in his heart.

Although he had seen this little guy at his wedding last time, the little guy left in a hurry at that time and did not get along well.

Now, when he looked at it carefully, he couldn't help but look a little dazed. The little guy who followed Meng Meng to ask for pills has grown up.

"How could it be..."

Faced with his praise, Yang Hao scratched his head very rarely and said embarrassedly: "By the way, didn't Sister Meng Meng come?"

"She is at home taking care of her brother..."

Ye Chen said with a smile, but his expression was a little unnatural. It stands to reason that Yang Hao is one year younger than Meng Meng, but the former looks like Meng Meng's brother.

If the two meet in the future, how will they address each other?

After saying that, he couldn't help but look at the figure in the distance, took a deep breath, and then walked slowly.

Looking at the figure of the former slowly coming.

Song Qiye's deep eyes suddenly became moist, and then in the dull eyes of many people.

He, the Beizhao Heavenly King who was famous in China and commanded millions of troops, actually knelt down heavily in front of Ye Chen.

"Master!!!"

The unusually hoarse and excited voice immediately resounded among all the stunned people.

"Shhh!!!"

"General Song actually knelt down to that man and called him Master?!!"

At that moment, the guards hiding in the woods responsible for protecting Song Qiye were all excited, and the voices of discussion were rampant.

For the millions of troops in the North, Song Qiye was their faith, but now their faith was so respectful to a young man who looked extremely young?

How could they dare to believe this?

Ye Chen lowered his head and looked quietly at the young man kneeling in front of him.

The latter was when he was in Japan, he broke into the Yamaguchi-gumi prison and caused the death of a retired Chinese veteran named Song. Feeling guilty, he accepted the grandson of the veteran as his disciple and named him Qiye, calling him Song Qiye.

Afterwards, after he passed down the Taoism, he did not pay much attention to this disciple, and he went to the ancient world to look for Su Yuhan for seventeen years.

Seventeen years had changed his disciple greatly, from a child to an adult, and he was almost unrecognizable.

Amid the dead silence around him, Ye Chen took a deep breath, then smiled and put his hand on the former's shoulder, patting him twice: "Good boy, get up."

However, Song Qiye was unmoved, and hung his head heavily, choking and saying: "Master, the disciple is useless, all these years can only..."

"Master knows everything!"

Ye Chen raised his hand and gently helped him up, then looked into his ruddy eyes and said: "You did the right thing, how can the master blame you?"

In fact, he always felt guilty about this disciple. After all, he did not fulfill his responsibility as a master, but this disciple relied on his talent and opportunity to cultivate to the great perfection of the Nascent Soul.

What's more rare is that the former still recognized him as a master.

Hearing this, Song Qiye nodded heavily, wiped his eyes with his hand, and smiled slightly: "Master, it's windy outside, let's go to the tent to talk..."

"Yang Hao, kill the pig we raised and prepare a pig-killing feast for Master. Don't go home until you are drunk..."

...

The quiet mountain was filled with rare joy.

In the spacious tent, there was a hint of intoxicating alcohol, and pots of steaming food made people salivate.

On both sides of the campfire, Ye Chen took a sip of wine, glanced at the scar on Song Qiye's forehead, and said in a deep voice: "Tell me, who set the twelve shackles in your body?"

His face was slightly cold.

Even though he had heard this news from Yang Hao before, it was only after he met Song Qiye again that he truly felt the terrible situation in the former's body.

Twelve tarsal bone needles!!!

Twelve tarsal bone needles locked the six major acupuncture points in Song Qiye's body, and the remaining six fixed his soul.

Each tarsal bone needle was no weaker than an ordinary spiritual treasure.

Such a sinister method was intended to seal Song Qiye from entering the Spiritual Transformation Stage and to bind him to the northern border so that he could not leave. Once he stepped out of the northern border, his body would collapse in an instant and his soul would dissipate.

Song Qiye paused slightly holding the bowl, then closed his eyes and smiled bitterly, saying, "Master, to be honest, I don't know either."

Hearing this, Ye Chen couldn't help but frown.

Without him saying anything, Song Qiye continued, "This happened one day twelve years ago. My disciples were serving in the army when they received news that our Earth had reached a compromise with the foreign immortal sect."

"At that time, I was dissatisfied..."

He couldn't help crying, "In order to fight against the foreign immortal sect, many strong men from our Earth and China dared to fight and die without hesitation. This battle lasted for five years, and I don't know how many people died, but the result was a compromise..."