Reappear on the ground and return everything to its original position.

Si Yuan took everyone out of the room, turned around and looked behind him, and his divine thoughts swept over and cleaned up all the footprints left on the ground.

Then he made a seal with one hand, using the Yin-Yang technique to achieve the spring of the dead tree.

Insert the magic into the wild grass vines that tangle and grow at the door of the room.

The next moment.

The wild grass and vines here began to grow rapidly and crazily.

It's ridiculous than taking stimulants.

In a very short time, the door of the room was tightly covered and returned to the same level as before.

Si Yuan casually evacuated the Yin-Yang technique of the dead tree in spring.

Turning around and looking at Jean Ji, Jiang Yudie and others, he ordered: "Follow me, what I want to get here has been taken away."

Everyone left the already abandoned dilapidated courtyard.

He came outside, got on the carriage again, and under the guidance of Si Yuan, he headed towards the tomb where his parents were.

...

...

The continuous light rain in the sky gradually increases with time.

A team of horses and carriages stopped on the deserted road.

Si Yuan took Jing Ji, Jiang Yudie and others out of the carriage and walked on the ground with mud and water grass. Now the half-human-tall weed has long since disappeared from the road that was gone.

As the people walked by, the weeds were pushed down.

It looks like it has been ravaged by a herd of wild boars.

From time to time, the sound of poisonous insects being trampled to death can be heard under your feet. It is very difficult for ordinary people to survive in such places.

The wind and rain are shaking, and the tree canopy is shaking.

The continuous rain curtain sometimes blew in this direction, and sometimes blew in the other direction, which forced Jiang Yudie to hold the umbrella in his hand tightly.

Everyone walked for about a quarter of an hour and came to the hillside.

The terrain here is relatively flat and not steep. Standing here, if it is sunny, you can directly see the place where the Black Crow tribe is located.

But now I can't see the clouds and rain, blocking everything.

It's in this weedy open space.

A towering mound of graves is located in the best Feng Shui location. On the left and right sides of the front, there is a thick cypress tree growing.

Many common weeds are full of mounds of graves, completely covering them.

It makes it look like a small slope.

Si Yuan walked up to the grave, handed the oil paper bag in his hand to Gui Ji, then stepped forward alone, and simply cleaned up the weeds that covered the tombstone.

The stone tombstone is full of the wind and frost of time.

It makes people feel sad.

Si Yuan squatted down and used his fingers to strode into the Yue Kingdom carved on the tombstone. The memories in his mind unconsciously drifted back to more than ten years ago.

A pair of black and white double pupils with different colors are filled with memories and bleakness.

"Si Wufeng, the third son of Jing..." Behind him, Jing Ji looked at the Yue Kingdom words on the tombstone and recited them secretly: "It turns out that my father and mother are sleeping here forever."

In her heart, she could be a little sad and sad.

But it's not very strong.

After all, she was only one year old at that time and she didn't remember anything at all.

There is no situation in my mind with my parents, and I don’t even know what they look like. I’m completely blank about the various experiences in Yue Kingdom.

The elder brother is like a father, and the elder sister is like a mother.

This is the deepest memory in Gui Ji's heart, and the closest person in her heart.

Although she doesn't have a real sister.

But she has a woman who treats her younger sister with no less than her own sister, You Ying, Zhu Zhao, and Yan Lingji at that time.

She has not been very caring for and caring for her.

She naturally treated the three of them as their own sisters.

Especially the most gentle and moving candlelight, in her heart when she was young, she was no different from her real mother. She cared for and loved her in every way.

Although she lost her parents since childhood.

But the care I enjoyed is not very small.

Looking at his brother who was half squatting near the tombstone, Jean took a step forward and squatted down, with a look on his little face a little deep and sad.

"Brother, what exactly do our father and mother look like?"

"What kind of people are they?"

"They...!" Si Yuan came to his senses, spoke and said softly to his younger sister, Mei Ji.

Patiently telling the past.

"Looking back on the time when my brother returned home and saw you for the first time, you were still a restless little baby."

"Brother hugged you. Although your arms are short, you always want to reach out and scratch your brother's face."

"Dad and mother at that time..."

...

...

This time I talked about the past and told my parents, and told Jiao Ji for half an hour.

Finally, Si Yuan stood up and held the little sister Feng Ji's white and tender hand, one big and one small, standing quietly in front of the tombstone that had been through the vicissitudes of life.

"Dad, mom, you can rest assured."

"I have raised my little sister, Mei Ji. She is now very beautiful and cute, beautiful and charming. Maybe in a few years, my little sister will get married."

"In this chaotic patriarchal era, I have never despised her. Even if she is a woman..."

...

As he was chattering, Si Yuan said a lot of words softly.

The expression on his face gradually became a little proud. In such an era, he lived safely with a young girl and lived to this level now.

It's definitely not an easy thing.

He reached out his right arm, hugged Yang Ji's petite body into his arms, and used his own body to shelter her from the wind and rain.

"As long as I'm still alive, my little sister will never be in trouble."

"I will take her to see the prosperity of the world."

Turning his head slightly, Si Yuan looked at Jiang Yudie behind him and ordered: "Yudie, put down the umbrella, come here."

Jiang Yudie heard this and did what she said.

She handed the umbrella in her hand to Yan Lingji beside her, and she came to Si Yuan alone to stand still.

"Kneel down!"

Si Yuan gave the order, Jiang Yudie acted as he said.

Kneel in front of the tombstone with a good manner.

Si Yuan looked at the tombstone and quietly spoke.

"Mom, both my younger sister and I have no qualifications for witchcraft."

"In order not to waste your life's hard work, the inheritance of witchcraft is lost, my child is here to make a decision for his mother and take in disciples on behalf of her mother."

"Today, here, the late Gu Master Jing's third son took Jiang Yudie as his closed disciple."

"The name of Gu Master: Gu Butterfly."

Si Yuan lowered his head slightly, looked down at Jiang Yudie who was kneeling on his knees, and ordered: "Three bows, nine bows, and the ceremony of apprenticeship of the master is completed."

Jiang Yudie did what he said one by one.

Kneel on both knees and bow three times to the tombstone in front of him.

Si Yuan took the oil paper bag from Gui Ji's arms and handed it solemnly to Jiang Yudie. Jiang Yudie took it with both hands and hugged it in his arms.

"From then on, you will be my Si Yuan's junior sister."
Chapter completed!