At night in Cang City, the weather was getting colder. At this time, it was drizzling, adding a bit of coldness to the atmosphere.
It was already a quarter past three in the morning. In the vast Cang City, there were basically no pedestrians on the streets. Only the dim candlelight of a few nightclubs swayed in the wind, adding a bit of bleakness to the bleak winter night.
But in a small courtyard of the Ye Family Castle, the Castellan Mansion of Cang City, there was a completely different scene. The candlelight in the small courtyard was bright, but the door was tightly shut, and a young man in green was kneeling outside the door.
In the cold rainy night, the brightly lit courtyard, the young man kneeling in the rain, and the occasional lightning from the sky, such a scene was exceptionally strange and different.
"Please grant my wish, Elder Hall. Ye Qinghan will be a slave for the rest of his life to repay the family …"
The young man in green stubbornly knelt on the ground, letting the rain fall on his head and body. But he didn't care about it at all. He just kept kowtowing to the courtyard and shouting loudly.
His hoarse voice was unusually prominent in the quiet night.
However!
The courtyard was so quiet, and the door was still tightly shut, as if nothing had been heard. The reflection of the candlelight kept jumping and swaying on the paper window.
For a long time, a long time!
The young man in green shouted himself hoarse, and crawled on the ground, as if he had fallen asleep. Occasionally, he raised his head. That delicate face, washed by the rain, was exceptionally pale. Under the illumination of the candlelight, his face was full of determination and bitterness.
The door was still tightly shut, and there was no sound.
The rain, however, was getting heavier and heavier!
…
The sky was already bright, and the rain had stopped. Inside the courtyard, there were remnants of the storm everywhere.
The young man in green was still kneeling on the ground, motionless. His slightly trembling body and the trace of blood in his squinted eyes let people know that he was awake, and was still struggling.
Creak!
The courtyard door finally opened.
Looking at the two middle-aged men standing at the door, the young man in green suddenly opened his eyes wide. The desire in his eyes couldn't be more obvious. He moved his dry lips, wanting to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything. He just deeply kowtowed to the two middle-aged men again.
"Kid, why are you so stubborn! You don't want your body anymore? "
The two middle-aged men were both in their forties. They were big shots in Cang City and even in the House of Ares. One of them was dressed in a long gray robe. He had a high nose, hawk-like eyes, and a faint scar from the corner of his mouth to the base of his ear. His name was Ye Rong. He was the Deputy Elder of the Ye Family's Torture Hall and a member of the Elder Council. The other one was dressed in a white robe and had a golden crown on his head. He held a folding fan in his hand and looked like a distinguished scholar. His name was Ye Qiang, and he was the Vice Elder of the Battle Hall of the Ye Family. He was also the third son of the Head of the Ye Family.
The one who spoke was none other than Ye Qiang. His hand trembled as he put away his folding fan. Then, with a pained and reproachful expression, he reached out to help the green-robed youth up.
Unexpectedly, the young man did not seem to appreciate it and continued to kneel stubbornly. He licked his dry lips and stared blankly at Ye Qiang, "Third, Third Uncle? What do you think? Did the Hall of Elders agree? "
"This? Alas... "The pale-faced, scholarly Ye Qiang shook his head. His face was a little gloomy and helpless. Obviously, it was not going to work out.
"Ye Qinghan, you don't have to kneel anymore. Go back." At this time, Ye Rong, who was standing behind him, continued to speak. His hawk-like eyes revealed a trace of ruthlessness, and the scar on the corner of his mouth looked even more ferocious. He said in a cold tone,
"Your mother was a famous prostitute in a brothel. That year, your father disregarded the public opinion and ransomed her and married her back to the Ye Family. This matter had already caused a great uproar in the family and violated the rules of the family. The Head even wanted to expel your parents from the Ye Family. Fortunately, the family was lenient and did not pursue the matter. However, they did not recognize your mother as the daughter-in-law of the Ye Family... Later, your father became arrogant and arrogant. He broke into the God-down Mountain alone to search for treasures. In the end, he was seriously injured and died. The family did not mistreat you and your mother. They still gave you the annual tribute every month. Otherwise, you would have been living on the streets. "
"Now that your mother has died of illness, the family understands your filial piety and helps to bury her. But you do not know how to be grateful. You even asked for your mother to be buried in the ancestral grave together with your father? I think you've lost your mind, haven't you? The ancestral grave is the place where the heroic ancestors of the Ye Family are buried. Your mother is a prostitute in a brothel. She has not even been recognized by the family, and you still want to be buried in the ancestral grave? Quickly retreat. If you continue to make noise and disturb the Elders, don't blame me for punishing you according to the family law! "
"You..."
Ye Qinghan was angry and angry. He suddenly stood up and glared at Elder Rong. Unexpectedly, because he had knelt for too long and was drenched in the rain for a night, cold air entered his body. His body trembled and his head became dizzy. He almost fell down and retreated several steps before he could stand firm.
"What about you? Yesterday, you used despicable means to sneak attack Ye Qingxian and seriously injured him. Seeing that your mother had just passed away, the Torture Hall pardoned your crime. Today, you came to disturb the Elders Hall. Do you think that the Torture Hall does not dare to punish you? Why haven't you left yet? "
"Haha! The family... the family is really good to me and my mother, really good... Elder Rong, don't worry. I will not disturb the respected Elders in the future. Elders Hall! Haha... "
Ye Qinghan looked at the sneering Elder Ye Rong and the helpless Third Uncle Ye Qiang. He laughed bitterly. His voice was filled with desolation and desolation. He raised his head and stared blankly at the three magnificent words "Elders Hall" on the gate of the courtyard for a long time. The corner of his mouth revealed a hint of ridicule. He wiped the rain off his face and turned to leave.
"Qinghan, Third Uncle has already tried his best. It's just that your First Uncle Ye Jian and Elder Ye Rong are suppressing us. The Elders are also very helpless. Moreover, you have also violated the family law. Now, as long as you work hard and break through to the Commander Realm before the age of 16, or summon a Sixth Grade Beast during the Fiery Dragon Festival, you can join the ranks of the core disciples of the family. At that time, I will speak to the Elders Hall. At that time, there is a high chance that you can fulfill Second Sister-in-law's last wish... "
Eh!
Ye Qinghan stopped walking. A secret voice rang in his ears. It was the voice of the Third Uncle Ye Qiang. He turned his head and nodded to Ye Qiang gratefully. Then he disappeared in the vast morning fog.
…
The Ye Family Castle was the residence of the governor of Cang City. It was the residence of the direct and core disciples of the Ye Family. It covered an area of hundreds of acres. There were dozens of courtyards of different sizes. From afar, it looked like a small palace.
The castle was divided into the East Courtyard and the West Courtyard. Usually, all the senior members of the Ye Family lived in the West Courtyard. The East Courtyard was the residence of some guards and servants.
In the East Courtyard of the castle, there was an independent small courtyard. Next to the courtyard were fields and houses. Obviously, the people who lived here were not important people of the Ye Family.
The morning fog gradually thickened. However, the small courtyard was still lit with dim candles. The white fog and the red candlelight intertwined. Together with the indistinct cries of a young girl, this place looked especially mysterious and strange.
In the thick fog, a black figure gradually walked over and walked straight into the small courtyard.
The hall of the courtyard was not very big. It was about 20 square meters. The miscellaneous items inside had been cleared away. There was only a big black coffin in the middle of the hall. Next to it, a young girl was kneeling and burning paper money.
The young girl was about 14 or 15 years old. She wore a pure white mourning dress that was tightly wrapped around her body. She had delicate and small facial features. Her skin was whiter than snow. Her hair was like black silk. There were two faint tear stains on her face, which added a bit of delicate and charming charm to her.
Seeing someone coming in, the young girl hurriedly tidied up her clothes and wiped the tear stains on her face. She stood up and saw a young man in green walking in. His figure was full of loneliness and desolation. Tears fell like rain. She called out softly,
"Brother!"
The person who came was Ye Qinghan. Hearing his sister Ye Qingyu's cry, he looked at his sister's haggard and thin face. He couldn't help but wipe the corner of his eyes. He straightened his back and forced himself to pull himself together.
He walked over and took his sister Ye Qingyu's hand. He picked up the incense on the ground and lit it. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times. Then he motioned for his sister to continue burning paper money for his mother. He himself knelt in front of the coffin in a daze.
"Your son is unfilial and failed to fulfill mother's last wish. At present, I can only bury mother in the West Mountain. May mother's soul rest in peace! Mother, don't worry. Your son will take good care of myself and my sister. I will work hard to cultivate and restore the prestige of our second branch … "
As he spoke, the depression and loneliness on Ye Qinghan's body gradually disappeared. Instead, it was replaced by a face of determination and determination.
After a long time, he seemed to have thought of something. He suddenly stood up and picked up the wine bowl on the ground. He forcefully twisted it and actually pulled out a piece from the bowl. He raised his left hand and used the bowl piece to cut it. Immediately, blood splattered on the ground. However, he only frowned slightly and said in a deep voice,
"With the heavens as my witness, today, I, Ye Qinghan, swear that I will work hard for the rest of my life to worship my parents' memorial tablets in the Divine City's Holy Spirit Hall. Every year, they will be worshipped by tens of thousands of people. If I break my promise, I will have this bowl!"
After speaking, Ye Qinghan used his five fingers and crushed half of the bowl piece into powder. The white pieces of the bowl fell to the ground and were stained with the blood on the ground. The alternating red and white color was actually very shocking.
"Ah! Brother, you're crazy … "
Ye Qingyu, who was at the side, shouted. An oath in front of the memorial tablets! This was the most solemn oath in the Flame Dragon Continent. Worshipping the memorial tablets in the Divine City's Holy Spirit Hall was the highest honor in the Flame Dragon Continent. Only people who had made great contributions to the continent or super experts were qualified to worship it. Brother, he … he was forcing himself into a dead end.
Ye Qinghan shook his head and actually smiled. His whole body had a kind of tragic and resolute temperament. He looked into the distance through the door and said in a deep voice,
"Hehe, since they won't even let us enter a small ancestral grave and are afraid of dirtying it. Then … I will bet my life and be poor for my entire life. I will worship my parents' memorial tablets in the Holy Spirit Hall. I will enjoy the glory of being worshipped by tens of thousands of people. I will also want you, a group of high and mighty people, to worship them every year … "
The young and tender voice was sonorous and powerful. It passed through the small courtyard and spread into the distance.
In the distance, the morning sun broke through the morning mist and slowly rose.
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