Cangcheng Xishan Ye Qinghan and Ye Qingyu knelt on the ground silently.
In front of them was a high-piled earth tomb.
The earth tomb was brightly colored, and there were traces of manual excavation on the grass next to it.
It was obviously a new tomb.
"Mother, Qinghan has brought her sister to see you.
Today is your first seventh memorial day.
I hope your mother will return to her soul soon and find a good family to be reincarnated..."
Ye Qinghan and his sister kowtowed respectfully a few times, and then burned some paper money and scented wax.
Today is the seventh day since his mother died.
Although the family helped bury his mother, they would definitely not arrange the first seven memorial days like this at that time, so Ye Qinghan took his sister early, bought some wax paper, and went up the mountain to worship his mother.
Looking at the pile of loess in front of her and her gently sobbing sister next to her, Ye Qinghan's heart was racing.
It has been fifteen years since I came to this world!
It seems that I have forgotten the place called "Earth".
That's right!
He is a shameless time traveler!
A time-traveling man who hides the soul of the earth in the skin of Yanlong Continent.
The accident fifteen years ago brought his soul to this inexplicable world.
After fifteen years of exposure, he seemed to have integrated into this magical world.
Well, there must be a pile of loess on the earth, and his name is written on the front of the loess.
Maybe... after my mother dies, she will travel to another world and start a new life.
As he thought about it, he began to feel less sad.
Yes, the dead have passed away, but the living still have to live well.
It's just...can I survive in this world with my sister?
In this Flame Dragon Continent, where force is paramount and the weak eat the strong, how can I, a waste of cultivation, live a good life?
The Ye family is a big family, one that is powerful in the mainland.
As the seventh young master of the Ye family, perhaps many People may envy their own lives and identities.
Young Master Shit!
Ye Qinghan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a trace of ridicule, fearing that even the young master of a small family could have a better life than him... well!
Let's go.
If you can't live well, you have to live humbly.
You have to get through life, right?
Could it be possible that he would leave his sister and die again to see if he could travel through time again?
However, if time travel fails, then your death will be in vain...
"Oh...
Qingyu, we have to go back!"
After a while, two thin figures disappeared on the vast path of Xishan. … Ye Qingxian was in a bad mood.
He hadn't felt better since he was rejected by that bitch in Zuiyan Pavilion.
"Bitch, Qing Guan!
I hate Qing Guan the most in my life, and Ye Qinghan, little bastard, how dare you knock my sap!
One day I will make you die badly."
Ever since he was knocked unconscious by Ye Qinghan with a brick, he was severely scolded by his father Ye Jian when he returned home.
He was also confined for a month and was not allowed to leave Yejiapu.
If you can't get out, don't get out.
Although he misses those gentle and considerate little bitches in Zuiyan Pavilion, he still dare not disobey the orders of his father, the current leader of the Ye family, the lord of Cangcheng City.
It's just that...the looks from those servants made him feel very uncomfortable.
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Apparently, these despicable servants were still recalling the embarrassing scene when they were knocked to the ground by Ye Qinghan.
I have to regain my face, I have to.
Ye Qingxian told himself that he had to fight Ye Qinghan again to regain his face, so he started wandering around Yejiabao.
He wanted to find Ye Qinghan and regain this place.
Nowadays, the Ye family is dominated by Dafang.
Since the death of Ye Qinghan Ye Dao's father, the old patriarch Ye Tianlong has gone into seclusion.
The family affairs are basically in charge of Ye Qingxian's father, Cangcheng City Lord Ye Jian.
Ye Qinghan's father The parents who suppressed them for decades were unable to lift their heads.
Now that Yato is dead, my generation should suppress their second wife and be unable to lift their heads for the rest of their lives.
That's why his father was so angry after learning that his cultivation level at the first level of the command realm was actually knocked unconscious by Ye Qinghan, who was at the first level of the elite realm.
So...
I must find Ye Qinghan and knock him out.
"Eh?
That's not it?"
Looking at Ye Qinghan's brother and sister walking slowly in the distance, Ye Qingxian's eyes began to glow, and he clenched his fists and faced them.
"Forehead?"
Seeing Ye Qingxian approaching menacingly in the distance, Ye Qinghan knew something was bound to happen, so he pulled his sister aside and went up to her alone.
"Oh?
Ye Qinghan, you little bastard, why didn't you run away when you saw me?"
Ye Qingxian calmed down her furious mood and said in a deep voice.
Ye Qinghan smiled slightly: "Let me see if the scar on your head is healed?"
"You..."
Ye Qingxian's face suddenly changed color, and the temperament he had pretended to be returned to its original form with just one sentence.
Ye Qinghan cursed angrily: "***, I was attacked by you that day, today I want to fight with you If you fight again, I promise to make you worse than I was that day."
Ye Qinghan smiled contemptuously: "Sneak attack?
If you were killed by a sneak attack by the family's enemies outside, and then you still want to crawl out of the grave and scold others for attacking you?
Do it again?
Do you think this is what you did in Zuiyan Pavilion and Those ******* do that?”
"You, you can do it!
But you can only rely on your words?
If you are a man, do it again."
Ye Qingxian was so angry that her words were incoherent, and she actually said "beat" instead of "fuck" .
"No fighting!
I don't fight people with premature ejaculation."
Ye Qinghan rolled his eyes and said coldly: "Don't do it!
Article 26 of the clan rules.
If there is a conflict between the children of the family, both parties agree, And in the presence of witnesses, a duel can be held, but the opponent cannot be killed, otherwise he will be expelled from the family...
Ye Qingxian, both parties must agree to a duel.
Today I am in a bad mood and don't want to fight, so I don't agree.
If you want to fight, I will wait.
I'll be kicked out of the family. " "You... you... damn you!
Coward, waste!"
Ye Qingxian was about to hit the flames, and he wanted to hit him with his fist, but when Ye Qinghan silently recited Article 26 of the clan rules, he trembled again Put down his hand.
Clan rules, but no matter what kind of second young master he is.
Fighting and fighting, and talking and explaining, Ye Qingxian was holding back a fire in her heart but had nowhere to release it.
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She could only keep insulting: "Trash, bastard, beast!"
"Hmph!
If you are like this, I will surpass you in three years.
If we don't fight today, we will see you again in the family competition in three years."
Ye Qinghan smiled coldly and prepared to turn around and leave.
"You're not allowed to leave.
You have to fight me today, you trash, the trash born of a prostitute."
Seeing Ye Qinghan was about to leave, Ye Qingxian jumped up and scolded her even more fiercely.
"Um?"
Ye Qinghan, who had just turned around, stopped and turned around.
His eyes were already red and his face was even colder: "My mother has just been buried, and you actually scolded her again?
It seems that you have healed the scar and forgot about it.
Pain, call the witness, I will fight you."
"Eh?
Okay, I have the guts!"
Ye Qingxian was stunned for a moment, then suddenly became happy, and eagerly waved to a group of guards patrolling not far away.
The pair of guards happened to be the eight door gods who were guarding the door that day, and they changed their shift to patrol today.
The eight people had been paying attention to the situation here for a long time, and when they saw the second young master waving, they quickly ran over.
"I've met the second young master, uh, and the seventh young master."
"Yes!"
Ye Qingxian nodded lightly, not looking at the charming smiles in the eyes of the eight people, pointing at Ye Qinghan and saying: "Please be a witness, I want to duel with Ye Qinghan. " The eight people looked at Ye Qinghan with surprised eyes, thinking that he was out of his mind.
He was lucky enough to knock out the sap that day.
Did he really think that with his elite level cultivation, he could beat the second young master again?
But when they saw Ye Qinghan nodded lightly, they had no choice but to retreat and give up the venue to the two of them.
But eight pairs of eyes were smiling at the same time, and there was another good show... kindness?
But they discovered a strange phenomenon.
After Ye Qinghan nodded, he was not ready to fight, but looked behind them with a serious face and suddenly knelt down on one knee.
"Greetings to the Lord of the City!"
Meet the Lord of the City?
Ye Qingxian was also wondering, why did Ye Qinghan suddenly kneel down for him?
Give up?
But suddenly I heard Ye Qinghan's respectful "Greetings to the Lord of the City".
Ye Qingxian felt as if she was suddenly discovered by the woman's parents during an affair.
She suddenly panicked and quickly turned around with her body trembling.
But why is there nothing behind it?
Suddenly, he seemed to wake up, no, he was fooled!
But just when he was about to jump away, a huge force came from the back of his head, and there was another pain in his mind, and then he fainted again.
Before he fell into coma, he seemed to see a huge fist hitting the back of his head...
"You idiot, you are like this, let alone the commanding realm, even if you are in the imperial realm, I will still defeat you..."
Forehead!
The eight door gods looked on dumbly, Ye Qinghan grinned and cursed, and clapped his hands.
Then, as if that wasn't enough, he raised his foot again and stepped down hard on Ye Qingxian, who was unconscious on the ground...
Was it another sneak attack?
Shameless, shameless!
How could the seventh young master be so shameless?
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The eight people thought in unison, and at the same time they felt a slight chill blowing on their backs, as if the cold wind of winter had arrived early.