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Chu Jingtian pinched himself hard, then exclaimed, "Is the master you are talking about Brother Ye? How did he send us here? You must know, right? "
His clothes were pulled by Cold Cliffs heavily. He sat there, looked at his nose, and said indifferently, "Save your strength, don't ask what you shouldn't ask. When master wants us to know, he will naturally tell us. "
Cold Cliffs's heart was also filled with a storm. He had told him what it meant to travel ten thousand miles in an instant, and these two old men in front of him, although they hid their strength very deeply, had an incomparably vigorous inner aura, and addressed Ye Wuchen as "master". This told him that behind him, there must be a terrifying force that only belonged to him, but no one had noticed it.
Chu Jingtian could only mutter a few words, then obediently sat down and asked some unimportant questions, "Uncle, and old granny, how should I address you?"
"Hehe, just call me Big Scallion." The old man pointed at the old granny again, "You can call this old granny Scallion."
Chu Jingtian hurriedly waved his hands, "How can I do that, you are my elders."
"You are all master's friends, our honored guests, why not?"
"Then … I will call you Grandpa Big Scallion and Grandma Scallion." The two old men in front of him were clearly a generation older than his grandfather. And their names … Big Scallion, Scallion, were even worse than his little Big Cow, which really made him feel ashamed.
The old man's original name was Yan Qinghong, and the old granny changed her name to Yan Qingping after she married. They were the two oldest people in the small world under the Soul Breaking Abyss, and were even older than Yan Tianwei. Beneath their aged appearances, there was an astonishing level of strength hidden within. Under the Soul Breaking Abyss, the people of the Northern Emperor Sect had no desires, and cultivation was their number one priority. Their average strength was very high, and was definitely not something that the other "Northern Emperor Sect", who had distracting thoughts and ambitions, could compare to. The cultivation of these two old men was second only to Yan Tianwei. In that miniature world, it was rumored that Yan Tianwei, who possessed the purest Northern Emperor bloodline, had already reached the peak of the God Stage in the Flame Soul Technique. If Yan Qinghong and Yan Qingping were to join forces, even Yan Tianwei would not dare to be careless.
While they were observing Cold Cliffs and Chu Jingtian, they were also amazed in their hearts, secretly thinking that they were worthy of being Master's friends. At such a young age, they had already reached such a level, especially that stout young man with a long sword on his back who looked a little silly. These two people must also have extraordinary backgrounds and futures.
Time passed slowly in silence. The sky outside began to turn from bright to dark. When Cold Cliffs opened his eyes from meditation, the sky had already begun to darken. Burying his mother and Feng Zhaoyang together was an extremely difficult task, but his heart was strangely calm at this moment. He didn't feel worried at all. This was the kind of trust that Ye Wuchen had given him. In the short span of two days, this feeling became stronger and stronger.
The wooden door opened with a creak, and the old lady stretched her head in with a smile. "Come, it's ready."
The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the moon and stars could not be seen. This caused the night to descend prematurely. Cold Cliffs carried the coffin and followed the two old men westward with Chu Jingtian. The ground under their feet was not flat, but he tried his best not to shake his body violently. It was not for himself, but for his pitiful and infatuated mother.
After walking for a long time, they finally arrived at their destination. Cold Cliffs's gaze was still sharp and cold in the dark. With one glance, he saw that less than a hundred meters in front of him, there was a large group of people guarding the place. A rough estimate showed that there were at least a hundred people.
However, the two old men seemed to have not noticed anything. Their footsteps were still heavy, as if they were two ordinary old men in their twilight years. At this moment, Cold Cliffs faintly sensed a few gazes shooting in their direction. He frowned, but the old man calmly took out something from his bosom. A faint red light flashed in the dark. Those gazes immediately disappeared, and they did not look at them again.
"Grandpa Big Onion, Grandma Green Onion, is Feng Zhaoyang's grave in front? If we walk over like this, we will be discovered by them. Let me go and deal with these people first, "Chu Jingtian said seriously.
Cold Cliffs grabbed him and shook his head. Yan Qinghong chuckled and said, "Don't worry, we are all on the same side."
"On the same side?" Chu Jingtian was dumbfounded.
As expected, even when they walked in, those heavily armored guards who were holding long blades and spears in their hands did not even look at them. They completely treated them as air. Chu Jingtian could not help but be surprised. He waved his hand in front of one of the guards, but his eyes did not even move. Then, he pinched the guard's face and muttered to himself, "Strange, it's not a stone statue either …"
The corner of the guard's mouth twitched imperceptibly, and he almost had the urge to stab Yan Qinghong with his spear.
The tomb was opened by someone, and there were candles lit inside. Yan Qinghong led them down the stairs as he introduced, "After Feng Zhaoyang died, the Great Wind Emperor, Feng Lie, built this huge tomb and would come here once a year to pay his respects. Feng Zhaoyang died at the hands of my master. About ten months ago, he came to this tomb and sighed. Although he had no choice but to kill Feng Zhaoyang, he had caused a friend of his to lose his father, and he felt guilty. Thus, my master took a huge risk and spent countless schemes and effort. Finally, he used half a year to replace everyone here with his own people. My master said that Feng Zhaoyang's son was a true filial son. Although he hated his father, his only father had passed away, so he would definitely want to keep vigil for him for a few days to fulfill his filial duty. My master did this so that Feng Zhaoyang's son could keep vigil here, whether it was for seven days, a month, or half a year … "
Cold Cliffs's body trembled slightly. His chest was filled with a warm feeling, and his eyes became slightly warm. At this moment, the last bit of ill feeling he had towards Ye Wuchen disappeared without a trace.
The tomb was deep and long, and the air was damp. After walking for a long time, the old man finally stopped. He looked at Cold Cliffs and let out a long sigh, "Alas, the weather is unpredictable. I didn't expect your mother to also …" He pointed at the coffin made of green jade and said, "That is where Feng Zhaoyang sleeps. Go, stay as long as you want. Don't worry about being disturbed. Three meals will be sent to you every day. Someone will also inform you on the day of the Tianchen Magic Martial Arts Conference."
Cold Cliffs stared blankly at the green jade coffin. He walked over quietly and slowly, and carefully placed his mother's coffin beside it. Then, he knelt down heavily.
Yan Qinghong turned around and took a step before turning back to look at Chu Jingtian. He smiled warmly and said, "During this period of time, you can accompany this old man."
Chu Jingtian scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "I have to keep the ice-block face company. Can you send more meals here every day?"
Yan Qinghong was startled. He chuckled and nodded his head before walking out.
Chu Jingtian walked over and knelt down beside Cold Cliffs. Cold Cliffs glanced at him and asked, "You're not leaving?"
"We are friends. Your parents are my aunts and uncles. Of course I have to kneel to them. But I'll just kneel for a while. I'll just cultivate my Qi there in the future, "Chu Jingtian replied.
Cold Cliffs looked at him a few more times before turning his gaze back to the two coffins in front of him. His eyes started to drift away until they completely lost focus.
Mother, you should be very happy to be able to sleep with him after you die. Although your son has finally made some progress, I will not be able to repay your kindness in raising me in this lifetime. I only hope that in your next life, you will be able to marry someone who loves you dearly, so that you won't be so lonely in your next life … even if it's just an ordinary family.
Feng Zhaoyang, you are dead, but you have no attachments or attachments in this life. Even if you die, you have no regrets. Although you are called the invincible God of War, and countless people respect and look up to you, now that you are dead, only my poor mother is willing to chase after you. It doesn't matter if you are a great hero or a beggar on the street, to be able to receive my mother's favor is the greatest blessing in your life.
Cold Cliffs knelt there without moving, like a rigid stone statue.
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The scandal of Lin Xiao and Empress Lin Xiu's relationship had been spreading in Celestial Dragon City for an entire day without any signs of stopping. Instead, it became more and more intense due to some unknown reason. Even the beggars on the streets of Celestial Dragon City could talk about it vividly. It was not only in Celestial Dragon City, but also in the surrounding cities and towns. It wasn't until the evening that all the streets in the city were pasted with notices saying that those who spread the rumor would be killed without mercy. Although they didn't dare to talk about it openly in public, they still talked about it behind their backs. Some people avoided the important parts and began to lament about the degeneration of morals in the world. They lamented that some so-called gentlemen had such a dirty heart. They lamented that a certain motherly figure was so shameless. They lamented that some people in a certain family had done such things that were worse than pigs and dogs … and so on.
Long Yin, who had always been calm, didn't know how many things he had broken today. He wanted Ye Wuchen to die, but he still couldn't lose his last bit of rationality. If they really fell out, he couldn't kill Ye Wuchen, but Ye Wuchen had the ability to kill him. Similarly, it was impossible to pin the crime on him, because there was no evidence to prove that he did it. His anger could only be transferred to Lin Xiao. Lin Xiao had to die. Not killing him today was already giving the Lin family enough face. Tomorrow, he would live for one last day, and the day after tomorrow, he would be executed in secret. But he couldn't kill Lin Xiu. Lin Xiao could be executed in secret, but if the Empress died, the whole world would know. Then everyone would know that this "rumor" wasn't a rumor at all. He, Long Yin, would become the laughing stock of the people of the continent.
The next morning, morning court time. Today, the Heavenly Dragon Palace inevitably had a strange atmosphere. In the past, when waiting for the Emperor to go to the palace, the officials would be noisy, but now it was exceptionally quiet. But no one was stupid enough to mention what happened yesterday. They looked around and found that Lin Kuang hadn't arrived yet. Although Lin Zhan had arrived early, his expression was very awkward. His occasional polite smile was uglier than crying. His own sister and his own son had such a thing, and one of them was the Empress, who was the motherly model of the world. It took a lot of courage for him to still dare to come out and meet people.
What made the officials even more curious was that Ye Wei, who was never late, actually didn't arrive.
Long Yin came late and sat down in front of the palace. His expression was as dignified as before, and nothing strange could be seen. After the officials had knelt down, they also obediently stood on both sides with their heads slightly lowered, and no one dared to show any different expression. Such a great humiliation, as long as it was a man, it would be unbearable, let alone the ruler of a country. They could imagine Long Yin's mood from yesterday until now, and rationally pretended to know nothing.
Long Yin's gaze swept across the officials like lightning, but he found that Ye Wei's seat was actually empty. He frowned and asked, "My beloved officials, do you have anything to say?"
Just as Long Yin finished speaking, a loud and clear reply came from outside the palace, "Wuchen has something to say."
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