Chapter 1297 Crying

When they were approaching Yuanshui Xiaozhu, they saw Ning Xiangruo and others standing at the door from a distance. Several female disciples were still holding white palace lanterns in their hands. When they saw Yun Qiyou gradually appearing in their sight, these Yuanshui Xiaozhu All the female disciples of Zhu began to shed tears, except Ning Xiangruo who did not shed tears.

She can't show her weak side because no one is strong for her.

"Master, my unfilial disciple Yun Qiyou is back."

Yun Qiyou was still more than ten feet away from the fence gate of Yuanshui Xiaozhu when he suddenly knelt down and cried heartbrokenly.

Ye Xiaochuan was about to help her up, but Sun Yao quickly stepped forward and grabbed him.

Sun Yao said in a low voice: "Kneel down three times to greet the filial piety, and you need to be supported by the elders. This is the rule. I have asked Meihezi to inform the master uncle and uncle Jingxuan to come over. Don't mess around."

It has to be said that although Sun Yao is a small-minded person who must retaliate against others, as the future No. 2 figure of Cangyun Sect, his performance in matters of right and wrong is indeed impressive.

Ye Xiaochuan watched Senior Sister Yun kneeling on the road paved with bluestones, rubbing her knees forward little by little. Soon she could see faint red blood stains under her knees, and her heart was pounding.

However, rules are rules. Since ancient times, China has put filial piety first, and there must be no sloppiness in the rules of filial piety.

The crying here has alarmed other disciples on Samsara Peak. The originally noisy Samsara Peak suddenly became quiet again, and many elders came here.

Some disciples also wanted to come, but were reprimanded by the elders.

Master Jingshui has passed away for nearly a year. Ning Xiangruo was the first to attend the funeral, so it was understandable that there would be more people watching. But now that it has been so long, it is not appropriate for too many people to come.

When Yun Qiyou knelt and crawled to the door of the courtyard, several women from Yuanshui Xiaozhu hugged her and cried, but only Ning Xiangruo did not shed a single tear.

Soon Master Jingxuan arrived, as did Yu Jizi and Gu Jianchi.

Master Jingxuan saw some chaos in front of the courtyard gate and Yun Qiyou was crying hard, so she planned to step forward and help him up.

Unexpectedly, he was pulled back by Yu Jizi, who said, "I'll do it."

This was a great courtesy. Yu Jizi, the head of the Cangyun Sect, personally stepped forward and helped Yun Qiyou, who was in pain and desperate for life.

Yun Qiyou stood up, took three steps, and knelt down again.

After helping him up three times in a row, Yun Qiyou knelt down again. Yu Jizi said: "Senior nephew Yun, your master passed away peacefully. You don't have to be too sad. You can go in and offer incense to your master."

Yun Qiyou was still kneeling on the ground, slowly moving towards the small mourning hall where her master's spiritual place was. Yu Jizi wanted to help her up, but she shook her head and refused.

Yu Jizi let out a long sigh and stopped insisting. Seeing that Yun Qiyou's knees were still bloody, he turned to Gu Jianchi and whispered: "Go and prepare some of the best elixirs."

Gu Jianchi nodded gently.

Not many people entered the courtyard, only three or five. Most of the elders and elite disciples were outside looking at Yun Qiyou's back and listening to her heartbreaking cries.

Only then did everyone realize that Fairy Ling Bing was not cold, she just hid her inner emotions.

The small mourning hall of Yuanshui Xiaozhu was far away. It was at the very back. After a long time, Yun Qiyou's figure gradually disappeared. At this time, the elders and some elite disciples outside Yuanshui Xiaozhu slowly began to discuss.

Almost everyone gathered around Ye Xiaochuan, and the young disciple could not speak at all.

Ye Xiaochuan bowed down and saluted the seniors one by one, calling them uncle and uncle.

Seeing his master, Ye Xiaochuan almost shed tears. The master has aged a lot in the past two years. He didn't have much gray hair on his head before, but now even his beard is a little gray.

"Master! Disciple... Disciple is back. Disciple is unfilial. I didn't know for so long that Master was almost killed by a gangster! Disciple is unfilial!"

Ye Xiaochuan knelt in front of the drunk Taoist, hugging the drunk Taoist's thigh just like he did when he was a child. He didn't care about the many people around him, and his nose and tears were flowing together.

This time it was really too dangerous. According to Zhou Wuyan, if Senior Sister Ning had not insisted on performing an autopsy on Uncle Jingshui, I was afraid that I would never see Master again!

The drunk Taoist Lao Lao burst into tears, helped Ye Xiaochuan up, and said, "It's okay for me, master. Just come back safe and sound. Just come back."

Yang Jiujiu was holding Wangcai and calling him "little senior brother" outside. There were several senior uncles and uncles in front of him who were blocking his way and couldn't get in. Like Zhao Wuji and Gu Pan'er, they were busy outside. Taoist Chi Yan laughed loudly, patted Ye Xiaochuan's shoulder with his thick palm, and said: "Old drunkard, I found that you have the most poisonous vision in these years. You have accepted two disciples, one is more promising than the other, Xiaochuan is really Crossed the sea of ​​​​the underworld, which even we did not dare to go when we were young

The things I think about are amazing, amazing..."

Yuchenzi said: "This is not the place to talk. Let's walk around and talk slowly when we go back. We old guys should listen carefully to the experiences of these children in the sea of ​​​​underworld. We are not old-fashioned yet, maybe we can Take a trip to the underworld and travel around the world!"

Ye Xiaochuan was pushed into his yard by old guys with gray hair and eyebrows. When he saw the beautiful junior sister Yang Jiu, and Zhu Changshui and other good brothers, they could only nod with a wry smile as a greeting.

The most proud among these old guys is naturally Zui Taoist. As Yang Jiu said while eating dumplings, even though Zui Taoist barely cares about Ye Xiaochuan, in fact, in his heart, he still loves this eldest disciple the most.

After all, Ye Xiaochuan had been with him since he was a baby, and Ye Xiaochuan raised him by pooping and peeing.

No matter how talented Yang Shijiu was, or how fast her cultivation progressed, she was already fifteen or sixteen years old when she entered the mountain gate.

In terms of the master-disciple relationship, she was far inferior to Ye Xiaochuan.

A large group of people returned to the courtyard where the drunk Taoist lived. Not only were there old seniors, but there were also many elite disciples, all carrying small stools to listen to Ye Xiaochuan's bragging. On this New Year's Eve, it seemed that no one on the Samsara Peak could sleep.

The courtyard was in chaos, with dozens of people squeezed in. Yang Shijiu was furious, and he punched and kicked those brothers who came to join in the fun, but they couldn't drive them away.

As a result, the scene suddenly became quiet, and Yu Jizi, Gu Jianchi, and Yunhe Taoist also came.

When Yu Jizi came, who dared to act rashly?

He frowned and said, "What are all of you doing? Junior Brother Ye just came back and needs to rest. Come visit again in a few days."

As soon as these words came out, the disciples had to bow and promise, and left the courtyard in an orderly manner.

Only a few elders and elite disciples were left.

Sun Yao wanted to take advantage of the power of others and wanted to hear what the head master uncle asked Ye Xiaochuan about overnight. In the end, he heard his master Yunhe Taoist say: "Yao'er, go out and keep an eye on it. Let the disciples be quiet and don't disturb Yuanshui Xiaozhu."

Sun Yao was very disappointed. However, after he saw Yang Shijiu who sneaked into the room was thrown out by Zui Taoist, he felt a little more balanced. After all, among the younger generation of disciples, only the eldest brother entered the room, and his status was naturally not comparable to that of the eldest brother.