In Cangcheng at night, the weather has gradually become cooler, and at this time it is raining lightly on the horizon, adding a bit of chill.
It was already three quarters in the morning.
In the huge Cangcheng city, there were basically no pedestrians on the streets.
Only the occasional dim candlelight in a few nightclubs swayed in the wind, adding a bit of desolation to the desolate winter night. .
But in a small courtyard of Yejiabao, the city lord's palace in Cangcheng, there was a completely different scene.
The candlelight in the small courtyard was bright, but the door was closed tightly, and there was a young man in green kneeling outside the main door.
On a cold rainy night, the brightly lit courtyard, the young man kneeling in front of the rain, and the occasional streak of lightning striking from the sky, this scene makes people seem particularly weird and strange.
"Please ask the Elder Hall to grant you permission.
Ye Qinghan will spend his whole life working as a cow and a horse to repay the family..."
The young man in green knelt stubbornly on the ground, letting the rain fall on his head and body.
But he didn't care at all, he just kept kowtowing to the courtyard and shouting loudly.
The hoarse voice stood out in the silent night.
However!
The courtyard was so quiet, the door was still closed, as if it had never been smelled before.
I saw the reflection of the candlelight jumping and swaying on the window paper.
A long time, a long time!
The young man in green shouted so loud that he was lying on the ground, as if falling asleep.
I just looked up accidentally, and my delicate face looked extremely pale under the wash of the rain.
Under the candlelight, his face was full of perseverance and sourness.
The door remained closed and there was silence.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier!
… The sky has turned white, the rain has stopped, and the courtyard is full of remnants of the raging wind and rain.
The young man in green was still kneeling on the ground motionless.
His slightly trembling body and the blood in his slightly narrowed eyes made it known that he was awake and still struggling to support himself.
Squeak!
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.
The hope in the eyes The color couldn't be more obvious.
He moved his dry lips, wanting to say something, but he still didn't say anything.
He just kowtowed deeply to the two middle-aged men again.
"You kid, why are you so stubborn!
Don't you want your own body?"
Two middle-aged men, both in their forties, are important figures in Cangcheng and even in the God of War Mansion.
One of them wears a gray robe, has a high nose, eagle eyes, and a faint scar from the corner of his mouth to the base of his ears.
His name is Ye Rong.
He is the deputy elder of the Ye Family Punishment Hall and a member of the Elders Council.
The other one wore a white robe, a red gold crown on his head, and a folding fan in his hand.
He looked like a romantic scholar.
His name was Ye Qiang.
He was the deputy elder of the war hall of the Ye family and the third son of the head of the Ye family.
The one who spoke at this time was Ye Qiang.
With a shake of his hand, he put away the folding fan and tried to help the young man in green with a look of distress and blame on his face.
Unexpectedly, the young man didn't seem to appreciate it.
He continued to kneel stubbornly, licked his dry lips, looked at Ye Qiang blankly, and said: "Three, third uncle?
How about it!
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Has the Elder Hall agreed?"
"This?
Alas..."
Ye Qiang, who looked like a white-faced scholar, shook his head, his face was a little gloomy and helpless, it was obvious that things were 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, took over the words, with a hint of sinisterness in his eagle-like eyes, and the scars at the corners of his mouth made it even more ferocious, speaking in an indifferent tone road: "Your mother was a famous prostitute in a brothel.
Your father ransomed her and married her back to the Ye family, regardless of public opinion.
This incident has already caused a great disturbance in the family and broken the family tradition.
The patriarch even wanted to expel your parents from the Ye family. , fortunately the family is generous and will not pursue it, but still I didn’t recognize your mother as the Ye family’s daughter-in-law… Later, your father was arrogant and went into the sacred mountain alone to hunt for treasure.
He was seriously injured and died in the end.
The family did not treat you mother and son badly, and the monthly salary was still paid, otherwise you would have been homeless long ago.
The streets."
"Now that your mother has died of illness, your family is considerate of your filial piety and helped with the burial.
But you don't know how to be grateful. .
Even asking that your mother be buried in the ancestral grave with your father?
I think your head is burned out?
The ancestral grave is the burial place of the Ye family’s ancestors and heroes.
Your mother, a prostitute in a brothel, has not yet been recognized by her family, but she still wants to be buried in the ancestral grave?
Retreat quickly.
If you are still making noise and disturbing the elders, don't blame me for enforcing clan laws on you!
" "you……" Ye Qinghan was angry and angry.
He stood up suddenly and glared at Elder Rong.
Unexpectedly, because he knelt for too long and was soaked in the rain all night, the cold air entered his body.
His body trembled, his head became dizzy, and he almost fell down.
He took several steps back before he regained his balance.
"What are you doing?
Yesterday you used despicable means to attack Ye Qingxian and seriously injured her.
Seeing that your mother had just passed away, the execution hall pardoned your crime.
Today you came to disturb the elders hall again.
Do you think that the execution hall of the family dare not punish her?
You?
Aren’t you going to retreat?”
"Haha!
The family... the family is really good to my mother and son, really good...
Elder Rong, don't worry, I will never come to disturb the respected elders in the future, Elder Hall!
Haha..."
Ye Qinghan looked at Elder Ye Rong who had a sneer on his face, and his third uncle Ye Qiang who had a look of helplessness on his face.
He laughed miserably a few times, his voice filled with desolation and loneliness.
He raised his head and stared blankly at the three majestic characters "Elder Hall" on the door of the courtyard for a long time.
With a slight hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth, he wiped the rain off his face and turned to leave.
"Qing Han, third uncle has tried his best, but your uncle Ye Jian and Elder Ye Rong suppressed it.
The elders were helpless, and they also violated the rules of the clan.
Now you are the only one who has worked hard to practice, and you can break through to the level before the age of sixteen.
If you are in the command realm, or if you summon a sixth-grade war beast during the Flame Dragon Festival, you can join the ranks of the core disciples of the family.
At that time, I will give advice to the Elder Hall, and then I will hopefully let you fulfill the second sister-in-law's last wish..."
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Forehead!
Ye Qinghan paused in his steps, and an inaudible voice sounded in his ears, which was the sound transmission from Third Uncle Ye Qiang.
He turned around and nodded gratefully towards Ye Qiang, Disappeared in the vast morning mist. … Yejia Fort is the city lord's palace in Cangcheng, where the direct and core children of the Ye family live.
Covering an area of several hundred acres, there are dozens or hundreds of large and small courtyards inside.
From a distance, it looks like a small palace.
The castle is divided into the east courtyard and the west courtyard.
Usually all the senior members of the Ye family live in the west courtyard.
The east courtyard is where some guards and servants live.
In the east courtyard of the castle, there is an independent small courtyard, and next to the courtyard are fields and miscellaneous rooms.
Obviously, the important people of the Ye family do not live here.
The morning fog gradually became thicker, but dim candles were still burning in the small courtyard.
The white fog and red candlelight penetrated each other, and the faint cry of a girl came from the courtyard, making the place look particularly mysterious and strange.
A black figure in the thick fog gradually walked over and walked straight into the small courtyard.
The courtyard hall is not very big, with an area of more than 20 square meters.
The debris inside has been cleared away.
There is only a large dark coffin standing in the center of the hall.
Next to it, a girl is kneeling and burning money and paper.
The girl looks about fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing pure white mourning clothes, tightly tied around her body, with exquisite and small facial features, skin as white as snow, hair like black hair, and two faint tear marks on her face, which adds a bit of Chuchuyi charm.
When the girl saw someone coming in, she quickly packed her clothes, wiped the tears on her face, stood up, and saw a young man in green clothes staggering in, his figure full of loneliness and desolation.
Tears fell like raindrops, and she cried softly: "elder brother!"
The person who came was Ye Qinghan.
He heard his sister Ye Qingyu's crying cry and looked at his sister's haggard and thin face.
He couldn't help but wipe the corners of his eyes, straighten his waist, and force himself to cheer up.
He walked over and took his sister Ye Qingyu's hand.
They picked up the incense candles on the ground, lit them, knelt on the ground, and worshiped three times together.
Then he motioned to his sister to continue burning paper for his mother, while he himself knelt in front of the coffin in a daze.
"Children are unfilial, Unable to fulfill my mother's last wish, now I can only bury my mother in Xishan, hoping that my mother's soul can rest in peace!
Mother, don’t worry, the child will take good care of himself and his sister, practice hard, and revive the reputation of our second wife..."
As he spoke, Ye Qinghan's dejection and loneliness gradually disappeared, replaced by a look of perseverance and determination.
After a long time, he seemed to remember something, stood up suddenly, picked up the wine bowl on the ground, twisted it hard, and pulled out a piece of the bowl.
He raised his left hand and scratched it hard with the bowl piece.
Blood spilled all over the floor.
But he just frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "As evidenced by the sky, today I, Ye Qinghan, swear here that during my lifetime, I will work hard throughout my life to worship my parents' spiritual thrones in the Holy Spirit Church in the divine city, and be worshiped by thousands of people every year.
If I violate it, there will be such a bowl!
" After saying that, Ye Qinghan worked hard with his fingers and grabbed half of the bowl of slices into powder.
The white bowl fragments fell to the ground, stained with blood on the ground, the red and white colors were so shocking.
"Ah!
Brother, you are crazy..."
Ye Qingyu, who was next to him, shouted and swore before his soul!
But it is the most solemn oath in Yanlong Continent.
It is the highest honor in the Yanlong Continent to worship one's soul in the Holy Spirit Hall of the Divine City.
Only those who have made great contributions to the continent or are super powerful are eligible to worship there.
Brother, he... is forcing himself to a dead end.
Ye Qinghan shook his head and actually laughed.
There was a fierce and decisive temperament all over his body.
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He looked into the distance through the door and said in a deep voice: "Haha, since they don't even let in a small ancestral grave, they are afraid of polluting the ancestral grave.
Then...I will bet my life, spend my whole life, and worship my parents' souls in the Holy Spirit Church, and enjoy the worship of thousands of people.
His glory requires you, a group of high-ranking figures, to worship together every year..."
The young voice was sonorous and powerful, spreading into the distance through the small courtyard.
In the distance, the morning sun is breaking through the morning fog and rising slowly.