Chapter 270

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Chu Jingtian pinched his own hard, and then said in a surprised voice, "is the master you said brother ye? How did he send us? You must know, don't you? "

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

Lengya's heart was also filled with terrible waves and waves. He told him what is instant thousands of miles. In front of him, these two old people who hide very deeply but have rich breath and the title of Ye Wuchen's "master" told him that behind him, there must be a terrible force that belongs to him but no one is aware of.

Chu Jingtian had to mutter a few words. He sat down honestly and asked some unimportant questions: "uncle, I still need an old woman. I don't know what to call?"

"Hehe, just call me green onion," the old man pointed to the old woman again. "Just call the old woman green onion."

Chu Jingtian quickly waved his hand: "how can you do this? You are elders."

"You are all friends of the host, our distinguished guests. Why not?"

"Well... I'll call grandpa scallion and grandma scallion." The two old men in front of him were clearly a generation older than his grandfather. And their names... Scallions and scallions, which are not better than his small cattle, really make him ashamed.

The old man's original name was Yan Qinghong, and the old lady changed her name to Yan Qingping after she married. She was the two oldest people in the small world under the broken soul abyss, a generation older than Yan Tianwei. Under their old appearance, they hide their amazing strength. Under the broken soul abyss, the people of beidizong there have no desire and no desire, and their cultivation is their first major event. Their average strength is by no means comparable to that of another "beidizong" with miscellaneous thoughts and ambitions. The cultivation of these two old people is only second to yantianwei among them. In that small world, it has always been said that yantianwei yanhunjue, which has the purest blood of the North emperor, has reached the peak of God level. If yanqinghong and yanqingping join hands, even yantianwei dare not be careless.

While observing lengya and Chu Jingtian, they also marveled in their hearts. The secret way is worthy of being the master's friend. At a young age, they have reached such a point, especially the thick boy who looks silly with a long sword on his back. These two people must also have an extraordinary origin and future.

Time passed slowly in silence, and the outside sky began to turn from bright to dark. When lengya opened his eyes from entering the calm, the sky began to get dark. Burying his mother with Feng Chaoyang was a difficult thing, but his heart was strangely quiet and didn't feel any worry. This is the trust ye Wuchen brought to him. In just two days, this feeling is getting stronger and stronger.

The wooden door was opened with a "creak", and the old woman came in with a smiling probe: "come on, it's ready."

Dark clouds all over the sky, no stars and moon, also make the night come too early. Lengya took the coffin with him, and Chu Jingtian followed the two old men all the way west. The land under his feet was not flat, but he tried to keep his body from shaking violently, not for himself, but for his pitiful and infatuated mother.

They walked for a long time and finally came to the goal of their trip. Lengya's eyes still shone a sharp cold awn in the night. At a glance, he saw that there were a large group of people less than 100 meters ahead. Roughly speaking, there were no less than 100 people.

The two old people seemed to have nothing, and their footsteps were still heavy, just like the two most normal disabled old people. At this time, lengya vaguely noticed that several eyes were shooting towards this side, and his eyebrows were broken, while the old man took something out of his arms calmly, and a faint red light flashed through the night. Those eyes immediately disappeared and never looked at them again.

"Grandpa scallion, grandma scallion, is the cemetery of fengchaoyang in front? They will show up if they walk by like this. I'll solve these people first. " Chu Jingtian said seriously.

Lengya grabbed him and shook his head. Yan Qinghong said with a smile, "don't worry, they are all our own people."

"Own people?" Chu was stunned for a moment.

Sure enough, until they walked in, the guards who guarded in all directions, dressed in heavy armor and holding long knives and guns didn't look at them. They completely regarded them as air. Chu Jingtian couldn't help but be surprised. He shook his hand in front of a man, but he saw that his eyes didn't move, and then pinched his face. Then he silently read: "strange, it's not a stone carving..."

The bodyguard whose face was pinched by him jerked slightly at the corners of his mouth, and he almost had the impulse to stab it in his heart.

The tomb was opened by a man with a candle lit inside. Yan Qinghong took them down the steps and said, "after Feng Chaoyang died, Emperor Feng lie built this huge tomb and worshipped it 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 he was helpless to kill Feng Chaoyang, he made one of his friends lose his father and feel sorry. Therefore, the master took great risks and spent countless calculations and efforts, and finally changed everyone here into his own in half a year. The master said that Feng Chaoyang's son is a real filial son. Although he hates his father, his only father dies. His heart will be eager to wake for him for a few days to do his last filial piety. The owner's purpose is just to make it convenient for Feng Chaoyang's son to stay here safely, seven days, a month, half a year... "

Lengya'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.

The cemetery was very deep and long. The air suppressed the damp tide and walked in for a long time. The old man finally stopped. He looked at the cold cliff and sighed: "Alas, there was an unexpected situation in the sky. Unexpectedly, your mother also..." he pointed to the coffin made of sapphire and said, "that's the place where the wind and the sun sleep. Go and stay as long as you want, Don't worry about being disturbed. Three meals a day will be sent to you. You will be notified on the day of the Tianchen magic martial arts conference. "

Lengya stared at the jade coffin, walked quietly and slowly, carefully put his mother's coffin next to him, and then knelt down heavily.

Yan Qinghong turned around, took a step, turned around and looked at Chu Jingtian, said with a gentle smile: "during this period of time, you can accompany the old man."

Chu Jingtian touched his head and said shyly, "I want to accompany the ice face to wake up. Can you send more meals in every day?"

Yan Qinghong was stunned, hehe smiled, nodded and went out.

Chu Jingtian walked over and knelt on the side of lengya. Lengya glanced at him and asked, "don't you leave?"

"We are friends. Your parents are my uncles and aunts. Of course I have to kneel down to them. But I'll just kneel for a while, and then I'll just practice there. " Chu Jingtian replied.

Lengya looked at him a few more times, turned his eyes back and looked at the two coffins in front of him. His eyes began to drift gradually until he completely lost his focus.

Mother, you should be happy to sleep with him after death. Although my child has finally made some achievements, he can't repay your great kindness in raising you all his life. I just hope that you can marry a person who loves you and loves you in the next life, so that you won't be so lonely in the next life... Even if it's just an ordinary family.

Feng Chaoyang, you are dead, but you have no care and attachment in life. Even if you die, you have no regrets. Although you are called the incomparable God of war, countless people respect you and worship you, but when you die, only my poor mother is willing to chase you. Whether you are a great hero or a street beggar, it is the greatest blessing of your life to get my mother's favor.

Lengya knelt there motionless, like a rigid stone carving.

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The scandal between Lin Xiao and the nephew Lun of empress Lin xiugu spread in Tianlong city all day without stopping. On the contrary, it intensified under the promotion of some unknown reason. Even the street beggars in Tianlong city can speak vividly. It is not only Tianlong City, but also the surrounding cities and towns. It was not until the evening that the main streets of the city were pasted with notices of no amnesty for those who spread rumors. However, although they did not dare to talk openly in public, they were still the biggest talk behind their backs. Some people avoid the key points and begin to sigh about the deteriorating world, the so-called gentleman's heart is so dirty, a mother of the world is so shameless, and a person in a family is so inferior to pigs and dogs... And so on.

And Long Yin, who had always been calm, didn't know how many things he had broken during the day. He wants ye Wuchen to die, but his almost violent state of mind still can't lose his final reason. If he really tears his face, he can't kill ye Wuchen, but ye Wuchen has the ability to kill him. Similarly, it is impossible to convict him, because there is no evidence to prove that he did it. His anger can only be transferred to Lin Xiao. Lin Xiao must die. Not letting him die today has given the Lin family enough face. Tomorrow, let him live for the last day. The next day, he will be executed secretly. Lin Xiu, but he can't be killed. Lin Xiao can be executed secretly, but if the queen dies, the world will know. Then everyone will know that this "rumor" is not a rumor at all. He will become the laughing stock of all the people on the mainland.

The next morning, early morning time. Today's Tianlong hall inevitably has a strange atmosphere. In the past, when waiting for the emperor's palace, all the ministers were noisy. At this time, they were particularly quiet. But no one is stupid enough to mention yesterday. They looked around, and now Lin Kuang didn't arrive. Although Lin Zhan came early, his face was always very uncomfortable. Occasionally, his polite smile was worse than crying. His own sister and his own children had such a thing, and one side was still the queen of the world. It really took a lot of courage for him to dare to come out and meet people.

What's more strange is that ye Wei, who is never late, has not arrived.

Long Yin came late and sat down in front of the hall. His face was as dignified as before. He couldn't see the slightest difference. After all the ministers knelt down, they were divided on both sides, their heads were slightly low, and none dared to show any different look. Such a great humiliation can't be borne by a man, not to mention the king of a country. They can imagine the mood of Long Yin from yesterday to now, and rationally pretend that he doesn't know anything.

Long Yin's eyes were like electricity. He swept the ministers, but now ye Wei's position was vacant. He frowned and asked, "do you have anything to say?"

As soon as the voice of Long Yin fell, there was a loud response outside the hall: "Wuchen has something to say."

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