Chapter 788 That Winter, I Buried My Sword Here!
In the southern part of China, it was the seventh day when the news of Ye Chen’s death came out.
The Ye family in Lincheng was busy with nothing at the moment, it was packed with guests, and the rain was pouring down from the sky, hitting the hearts of the living with holes in them.
Countless men in suits and sunglasses stood motionless on both sides of the street outside Ye's villa, regardless of the drizzle. A long blanket was spread in the middle of the road.
Countless people in luxurious clothes walked into the Ye family villa on long carpets in an orderly manner, and no one spoke during the process.
The atmosphere is very gloomy and sad!
Many people throughout Tiannan and even China are still living in grief over the death of Ye Nankuang, the number one man in China. Today is Ye Nankuang’s first seven days, and the Ye family has finally recovered from the grief. He came over and planned to hold a ritual ceremony and erect a tomb for him.
A mourning hall was set up in the living room of the Ye family villa. A black and white photo of Ye Chen stood in the most eye-catching position, which was very heart-piercing.
Beneath it sat a cold woman in plain clothes and a five-year-old girl in white. The woman dumbly took the valuable money and threw it into the fire pot, while the girl was holding a piece of spiritual tablet blankly. Trance.
Countless wreaths and elegiac couplets were placed around the mourning hall.
Lin Tai and Yang Tian, dressed in white, were guarding the gate like door gods, motionless, as if they were petrified.
"The Chao family of Tiannan sent an elegiac couplet, writing, 'My heart shines brightly on the sun and the moon, and my name will last forever!'"
"The Li family in Tiannan sent a pair of wreaths!"
"..."
When each guest passed the door, Yang Tian and Lin Taicai would bow to the guests numbly.
"The five major families in the capital, the Han family, the Li family, the Yan family, the Qin family, and the Pang family, each sent a pair of elegiac couplets and wreaths..."
The emcee's decibel suddenly increased a few points.
Yan Nanfei, Li Yunxiao, Pang Yuanqing and other five people came together in plain clothes, and everyone looked solemn.
Seeing this scene, the expressions of many guests present changed. Unexpectedly, the heads of the five wealthy families in the capital actually came to express their condolences to Ye Chen in person.
"The five of you are interested!"
Yang Tian bowed solemnly to the five people, and then personally led the five people to the mourning hall. Su Yuhan, who was dressed in white, took Mengmeng and stood up and saluted the five people: "The widow Su has seen these five..."
The leader, Han Qinhu, quickly stopped her behavior, took a deep breath and comforted her: "The deceased is gone, but the living are like this. I hope you will show mercy and take care of yourself!"
He looked at the cute little baby who had just turned five years old with a little distress, holding the memorial tablet in both hands, with regret in his eyes.
After saying that, he turned around and led the four people to the front of the mourning hall, and even though someone came forward to offer incense to the five of them one by one.
"A bow..."
Han Qinhu took the bunch of incense and looked at the black and white photo in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Ye Zhizun, have a good journey. Li hereby promises that as long as my Li family does not fall, the Ye family will not fall, and the Li family will not fall." Live and die with the Ye family!”
At the end of his words, he held the incense in both hands and bowed to Ye Chen's black and white photo.
"Ye Zhizun, have a good trip!"
The remaining four people all bowed to the end!
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At the same time, it is the depth of winter in the Kunlun Mountains. Many peaks have been covered with snow, the cold wind is blowing, freezing human bones, and bird traces are hard to find.
On a steep and lonely peak, there is an old figure standing on the top of the mountain, overlooking the entire world.
He was wearing only an autumn gray shirt, which was extremely thin. However, he stood still in this cold season, letting goose feather snowflakes fall on him.
A young man in a suit with thick eyebrows and big eyes handed over a mink coat and gently spread it over his body: "Mr. Chen, it's getting colder and colder. You'd better put on some clothes, so as not to freeze your bones!"
The old man answered the question: "Xiaotian, did you hear it?"
Qin Xiaotian was slightly startled: "What?"
"Knell!"
"The death knell has finally tolled!"
The thin old man looked down the mountain, his gaze directed towards the south of the sky, with a hint of regret and nostalgia in his eyes: "Listen, there is so much death energy in this bell, even murderous energy, blood energy..."
"Mr. Chen, is something going to happen?"
Qin Xiaotian's heart sank, and he felt a little uneasy when he realized there was something in Chen Lao's words. However, he was more puzzled.
When the news of Ye Chen's death came!
The leader of the country in front of him took the blame and resigned, surrendered his military power, and came to Kunlun Mountain alone, where he stayed for seven days without contact with outsiders, as if he was waiting for something.
However, no matter how he asked in the past seven days, the old man in front of him seemed not to hear him. He just looked down at the snowy scenery of Kunlun and the world.
I don’t know how long it took, but the snow stopped.
There were two or three birds flying out of the forest, looking for food in the ice and snow with great caution. One of them was hiding on a cedar and secretly looking at the old and young people opposite, seemingly curious.
"The snow has finally stopped!"
Mr. Chen said very calmly, then suddenly turned around and stared at Qin Xiaotian: "Go down the mountain and take Ye Xiaozi's relatives to the northeast to hide. Ye Xiaozi left a hand there before he was alive!"
"Why?"
The uneasiness in Qin Xiaotian's heart became stronger and stronger: "What about you?"
"The snow has stopped!"
Mr. Chen looked into the distance with a smile on his face: "The people I'm waiting for must be arriving soon. Remember, come and collect my body in three days and bury me on Kunlun Mountain!"
"What?"
Qin Xiaotian's heart was shaken. Before he could ask anything, he felt an extremely terrifying force attacking him, causing his body to fall uncontrollably down the mountain.
He could hardly believe what he saw!
Qin Xiaotian never thought that the old man he had protected for more than ten years actually had such a terrifying cultivation, more terrifying than any master he had ever seen!
Emperor... Emperor Realm!
"Old Chen!!!"
He roared, shocked and angry in his heart. He vaguely guessed something, but he was powerless and could only watch the old man getting farther and farther away from him, and finally disappeared from his sight.
Shortly after he disappeared, dozens of terrifying auras suddenly erupted in Kunlun Mountain, rushing like an avalanche.
When these dozens of figures saw the old man in front of them, their bodies paused, and their faces were filled with a strong fear. For a while, no one dared to move forward half a step.
As if he hadn't seen this scene, Old Chen gently took off his mink coat, and then folded it on the ground with great care: "Is it Old Ghost Bai or Old Ghost Xiao? Come out!"
The next moment, an ice crack slowly appeared in the sky, and a white figure slowly stepped out of the ice crack. The man was wrapped in a hazy light, and his face could not be seen clearly. He was like an earthly immortal descending to the world, which made people tremble.
Old Chen didn't even raise his head: "It turned out to be Old Ghost Bai. It seems that Old Ghost Xiao still looks down on me, Chen, and didn't come in person!"
"Chen Tulong!"
The figure in the air snorted coldly: "Today, I don't want to quarrel with you, let alone fight with you. If you know what's good for you, don't intervene. Maybe you can still live for a few years. You don't have to threaten me with the imperial realm not being able to enter the world. My mission is to hold you back!"
Ignoring the cold, Old Chen stretched out his hand to dig the snow in front of him: "As the saying goes, the disaster will not affect your wife and children. You are the ancient clan of the upper three days after all. You have always followed the ancient law and will not even know this truth. You don't understand, right?"
"That's true, but the young man surnamed Ye has killed too many people from my five ancient clans, especially my grandson Shao Yu and Xiao's young master Yuan Jing. With such behavior, why should we talk to him about ancient methods?"
"In that case, let's fight!"
Old Chen sighed and dug out a long sword wrapped in black cloth from the snow: "That winter, I visited Kunlun and buried the sword here in front of him. I didn't expect it to come back to the world today..."
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(ps: There are only two chapters today. The climax is coming soon. My brain is a little stuck. I owe one chapter. I will make up for it tomorrow. Thank you for your support!)