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Chu Jingtian pinched himself vigorously, and then said in surprise: "Is the master you are talking about Brother Ye? How did he send us? Do you must know if it is?"

His clothes were pulled heavily by the cold cliff. He sat there, looking at his nose and mouth, and said indifferently: "Get aside your strength, don't ask what you shouldn't ask. When the master wants us to know, he will naturally tell us."

Leng Ya's heart was also filled with terrifying waves. He told him what it means to be in a flash. Although these two old men who were hiding deeply but had a very deep inner breath and the title of "master" of Ye Wuchen were telling him that behind him, there must be a terrifying force that belonged only to him but no one felt.

Chu Jingtian had no choice but to mutter a few words, sat down honestly, asked some irrelevant questions, "Old man, I still want an old lady, I don't know what to call her?"

"Haha, just call me green onion," the old man pointed at the old woman again: "Just call me green onion."

Chu Jingtian waved his hand quickly: "How can this work? You are elders."

"You are all friends of the master and our distinguished guests, so what's wrong with you?"

"Then... I'll call Grandpa Dabing, Grandma Changhua." The two old men in front of him were obviously older than his grandfather. And their names... Danbing, Benhua, and were not as good as his small trumpet, which really made him ashamed.

The old man's original name was Yan Qinghong. After the old lady married, she changed her name to Yan Qingping. She was the two oldest people in the small world under the Broken Soul Abyss, and she was one generation older than Yan Tianwei. Their old appearances were hidden in amazing strength. Under the Broken Soul Abyss, the people of the Northern Emperor Sect there were no desires or demands, and cultivation was their top priority. Their average strength was definitely not comparable to that of another "Northern Emperor Sect" with distractions and ambitions. The cultivation of these two old people was only second to Yan Tianwei among them. In that small world, the Yan Tianwei Yan Soul Art, which has always been said to have the purest Northern Emperor bloodline, has reached the peak of the god level. If Yan Qinghong and Yan Qingping join forces, even Yan Tianwei will not dare to be careless.

While observing Leng Ya and Chu Jingtian, they were also amazed in their hearts and thought that they were worthy of being their master's friends. They had reached such a point at such a young age, especially the stubborn boy with a long sword on his back. These two must also have extraordinary origins and futures.

Time slowly passed by in silence, and the sky outside began to turn from light to dark. When Leng Cliff opened his eyes from entering into meditation, the sky had already begun to darken. It was a difficult thing to bury his mother and Feng Chaoyang together, but his heart was surprisingly quiet at this time and he could not feel any worries. This was a kind of trust that Ye Wuchen brought to him. In just two days, this feeling became stronger and stronger.

The wooden door was opened with a "creaking" sound, and the old woman smiled and leaned in: "Come on, it's ready."

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the stars and moon were missing, which also made the night come too early. Leng Ya carried the coffin and followed the two old men all the way west with Chu Jingtian. The land under his feet was not flat, but he tried hard to keep his body as not as violently as possible, not for himself, but for his infatuated mother.

They walked for a long time and finally arrived at the goal of their trip. Leng Ya's eyes still shot out a sharp cold light in the darkness. At a glance, they saw that there were a large group of people guarding less than 100 meters ahead, and by rough calculations, no less than a hundred people.

But the two old men seemed to have nothing to show, their steps were still heavy, just like the two most normal disabled elderly people. At this moment, Leng Ya vaguely noticed several gazes shot towards this side, browsing, and the old man took out something from his arms calmly, and a faint red light flashed in the darkness. Those gazes disappeared immediately and never looked at them again.

"Grandpa Dacong, Grandma Changhua, is Feng Chaoyang's cemetery in front of you? They will appear when you walk over like this. I'll go and deal with these people first." Chu Jingtian said seriously.

Leng Ya grabbed him and shook his head. Yan Qinghong laughed and said, "Don't worry, they are all their own people."

"Our own?" Chu Jingtian was stunned for a moment.

Sure enough, until they walked in, the guards guarded in all directions, dressed in heavy armor, holding long swords and spears, didn't even look at them, thinking they were air. Chu Jingtian couldn't help but be surprised and shook his hand in front of someone's eyes, but saw that his eyes didn't move, and then pinched his face again, and then silently said: "Strange, it's not a stone sculpture..."

The guard who was pinched by him twitched slightly, and almost had the urge to shoot him in his heart.

The tomb was opened by a man, and there was a candlelight inside. Yan Qinghong took them down the steps and introduced: "After Feng Chaoyang's death, Emperor Feng Lie of the Great Wind built this huge tomb, which would come to worship once a year. Feng Chaoyang died at the hands of his master. About ten months ago, he came to this cemetery and sighed that although it was helpless to kill Feng Chaoyang, it made one of his friends lose his father and feel guilty. So the master risked a great deal.

Risk, countless scheming and hard work, finally took half a year to replace everyone here with his own people. The master said that Feng Chaoyang's son was a true filial son. Although he hated his father, the only father would definitely be eager to keep his soul for a few days to fulfill his last filial piety. The master's purpose of doing this was just to facilitate Feng Chaoyang's son to stay here with peace of mind, whether it was seven days, one month, or half a year..."

Leng Ya's whole body trembled slightly, his chest was filled with a warm breath, and his eyes became slightly hot. At this moment, his last grudge against Ye Wuchen disappeared without a trace.

The cemetery is very deep and long, and the air is damp and wet. After walking in for a long time, the old man's steps finally stopped. He looked at Leng Ya and sighed long: "Oh, there are unexpected winds and clouds in the sky. I didn't expect your mother to be..." He pointed to the coffin made of green jade and said, "That is the place where Feng Chaoyang sleeps peacefully. Go and stay as long as you want. Don't worry about being disturbed. Someone will deliver three meals a day to you. On the day of the Tianchen Magic Martial Arts Conference, someone will notify you."

Leng Ya stared at the green jade coffin in a daze, walked over quietly and slowly, carefully placed his mother's coffin next to him, and then knelt down heavily.

Yan Qinghong turned around, took a step, then turned around and looked at Chu Jingtian, and smiled gently, "You can come and accompany the old man during this period."

Chu Jingtian touched his head and said embarrassedly: "I want to keep my soul with Ice Face. Can I send more food in every day?"

Yan Qinghong was stunned, laughed, nodded, and walked out.

Chu Jingtian walked over and knelt beside Leng Ya. Leng Ya looked at him and asked, "Don't you leave?"

"We are friends, your parents, that is, my uncle and aunt, of course I have to kneel down and kneel down. But I will kneel for a while, and I will practice my energy there in the future." Chu Jingtian replied.

Leng Yaduo looked at him a few times, his eyes turned back, and he looked at the two coffins in front of him, and his eyes gradually began to float until he completely lost his focus.

Mother, you should be very happy to be able to sleep with him after death. Although the child finally achieved something, he can no longer repay your great kindness for raising him in this life. I just hope that you can marry someone who loves you in the next life, so that you will never be so lonely in the next life...even if he is just an ordinary family.

Feng Chaoyang, you are dead, but you have no worries or attachments in life, even if you die, you have no regrets and regrets. Although you are called an incomparable god of war, countless people respect you and respect you, but when you die, the only one who is willing to chase you is my poor mother. Whether you are a great hero or a beggar on the street, being favored by my mother is your greatest blessing in your life.

Leng Cliff kneeled there motionlessly, like a rigid stone sculpture.

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The scandal between Lin Xiao and the Queen Lin Xiu's aunt and nephew Lun spread all day without any sign of stopping. Instead, it became more and more intense under the guidance of some unknown reason. Even the beggars on the streets of Tianlong City could speak vividly. Not only Tianlong City, but also around towns and towns began to spread. It was not until the evening that the streets of the city had posted notices of spreading rumors that the rumor was killed without mercy, but it was still the biggest topic of discussion behind the scenes. Some people avoided the key points and began to sigh that the world was getting worse, and some so-called gentlemen were so dirty, and some people in the world were so shameless, and sigh that people in a certain family did such a thing as a pig or a dog... and so on.

Long Yin, who has always been calm, broke many things in this day. He wanted Ye Wuchen to die, but his almost violent state of mind still could not lose his last reason. If he really broke up, he could not kill Ye Wuchen, but Ye Wuchen had the ability to kill him. It was also impossible to punish him because there was no evidence to prove that it was his work. His anger could only be moved to Lin Xiao, and Lin Xiao must die. It would be enough for the Lin family to not let him die today. Tomorrow, he will be secretly executed on the last day of his life. Lin Xiu cannot be killed. Lin Xiao can be executed secretly, but if the queen dies, everyone will know it. Then everyone will know that this "rumor" is not a rumor at all. He Long Yin will become the laughing stock of the people of the mainland.

The next morning, morning court time. Today's Tianlong Hall inevitably exudes a strange atmosphere. In the past, when the emperor was waiting for the emperor to go to the hall, the ministers were noisy, but at this time it was particularly quiet. But none of them were so stupid that they mentioned yesterday's incident. They looked around and Lin Kuang had not arrived. Although Lin Zhan came early, his face was always awkward. The occasional polite smile was even worse than crying. His sister had such a thing with his own son, and one side was the queen of the mother's world. It really took a lot of courage to come out to meet people.

What made the ministers even more strange was that Ye Wei, who was never late, had not arrived.

Long Yin came late and sat down in front of the hall. His face was as majestic as before, and there was no sign of any strangeness. After the ministers performed the kneeling ceremony, they were all arranged on both sides with their heads slightly lowered, and no one dared to show any different expressions. Such a great humiliation could not be borne by a man, let alone the king of a country. They could imagine Long Yin's mood from yesterday to now, rationally pretending not to know anything.

Long Yin's eyes were like lightning. He swept the ministers, but he found that Ye Wei's position was actually vacant. He frowned and asked, "What do you want to say to all the beloved ministers?"

As soon as Long Yin's voice fell, a loud response sounded outside the hall: "Wuchen has something to say."

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