Half a year ago, when he was in the Demon Eradication Realm, Yang Qi knew in his heart that there had been a change in the family, and now he saw that there was no Yang family here, which made him more sure of his inner thoughts.

Since it was an accident, then he naturally had to rush back to the family, because only by returning to the family could he know what was born in the family.

His heart also became heavy for a while.

Although he didn't feel good in his heart when he was in the Demon Slaying Realm, and now that he is back in the family, his heart has become even heavier.

When the truth was about to be revealed, he had the feeling that he didn't want to know anything, but he knew very well that since he had returned, he had to know what had happened, and he had to change something on his own.

Now that he is flying with a sword, he is extremely fast, and the Yang family is not too far away from the martial arts arena of the Ancient Tree City, so it didn't take him long to enter the Yang family, and his father Yang Qiufeng's courtyard is in the center of the Yang family, and he didn't have any stops, and went straight to his home.

The current Yang family no longer seems to have the feeling of being so vigorous as it was two years ago.

Not only that, but he could also feel a sense of lifelessness, a feeling that he could still clearly feel even when he was in the air.

It seems that the changes in the Yang family are not ordinary.

It didn't take long for him to arrive at his home.

He jumped straight from the sky, then opened the door and walked straight inside.

The feeling of home in the image is long gone, and what catches your eye is the white cloth hanging on the doors and windows, and the lanterns used to illuminate are still white at this time, even the couplets on the doors, have turned white at this time.

When he saw the white color, he sensed that something bad seemed to have been born.

What white means, naturally, does not need to be elaborated too much.

And in today's scene, Yang Qi naturally thought that his home had become a mourning hall.

Since it is a mourning hall, it is self-evident what it means.

Although the Yang family has a population of 100,000, even if it is a direct line, there are more than 10,000, but Yang Qi's mother has not participated in the funeral of the elders in the family, because the elders of the Yang family have always focused on cultivation, even if they are over a hundred years old, there is still an incomparably long distance from death.

But just because he hasn't participated in it doesn't mean he doesn't know what the mourning hall is like.

Now his house as a whole is arranged like this, and most likely there are people in his house......

Yang Qi didn't dare to think about it, because no matter who in the family had any bad news, he couldn't bear it.

Whether it is his father or mother, or his brother or sister, these are his dearest and dearest people, and he doesn't want anything bad to happen to these people, but even if he doesn't want to, he knows that these things are not for him to decide.

Even if he still has a hint of luck, he still knows that no matter what kind of thoughts he has now, he should still be born.

His home is very large, and he has everything in it, even if it is an indispensable martial arts arena for cultivators, there is one in his house, and his house still has to go a long way.

He looked at the couplets and already guessed who was leaving now......

He didn't dare to think about it, he didn't want to think about it, but since the matter had already happened, he couldn't help but think about it.

He walked into the reception hall of his house, and he looked at the couplets on the door of the hall were "Good conduct and virtue are in the eternal future, and the high wind and bright festival are eternal". He knew very well what this elegy was about, and he also knew very well who it was written for.

It's just that he really doesn't want to think about it, because this is the last thing he wants to see.

He walked into the hall, and what caught his eye was several portraits of his father Yang Qiufeng holding a sword proudly in the air, and he looked at his father in the portrait quietly, speechless for a long time.

He didn't say a word the whole time, but his tears were already beginning to flow.

Eventually, he said two words: "Father." ”

If those two words hadn't trembled, then he wouldn't have seen how uncomfortable he was, but since he had already said it, then at this time, only tears were the most wordless greetings. He had a lot to say, and he didn't know how sad he was, but he knew that he was so sad that he couldn't even speak.

Eventually, he knelt in front of his father's portrait, letting the tears flow, letting his supposedly straight body bend, letting him look so embarrassed.

At this time, where does he have time to think about how embarrassed his image is.

In the end, he still raised his head, looked at the father in the portrait, and sobbed and said: "Father, the child has only been away for less than two years, what has been born in the family in these two years, and what has happened in the family that even the father can't solve, father, how can you carry everything by yourself, your child has grown up!"

His voice began to grow louder, and his tone became extremely unwilling.

Always ask you for but never say thank you, until you grow up to understand that you are not easy, every time you leave always pretend to be relaxed, and now, when you go home again, you should be happy, but you can't even stare at your appearance, now he, where is still what Yang magical.

The father under Jiuquan naturally couldn't answer his words at this time, even if he had heard Yang Qi's words, but Yin and Yang were separated, how could they communicate?

Time passes like this, and those who leave will never come back.

Creation makes people, maybe that's just the case.

Yang Qi took the burning paper on the side and began to burn it.

The world is so impermanent, Yang Qi has a thousand words in his heart, but he can't say a word.

He just burned the paper money silently, and the tears kept flowing, and the time passed.

At this time, a person walked into the hall, Yang Qi turned around, and now this person was his housekeeper, a good friend of his father Yang Qiufeng, and his uncle Liu Da.

Liu Da saw that it was Yang Qi kneeling in the hall, and suddenly felt incredulous, but when he saw it clearly, he said helplessly: "Young master, you have come back, it's good to be back, but the master will never come back......"

Now he is the only one in this family, because those who should leave and those who should not leave have left, even Yang Ruosheng, the second son of the old man Yang Qiufeng, also moved to a new mansion at this time, so he is the only one who guards the spirit here.

Except for him, whether it was the maids or the rest of the family, they all left, yes, they all left, although it was not the master's departure, but those people finally left.

Yang Qi stopped moving, walked to Liu Da's side, and said in disbelief: "Uncle Liu, you tell me, are these true? Is everything in front of me real? No, I don't believe it, my father is so powerful, how could he leave, my father, he didn't even see my last face, he couldn't leave, my father still has many ambitions that have not been fulfilled, he can't leave, you tell me, these are all fake......

The housekeeper Liu Da sighed and said with great sadness: "Young master, although I don't want to believe that all this is true, but all this has been born, you still have to accept the reality, after all, people can't be resurrected after death, and the master will never come back." ”

After Yang Qi listened, the tears in his eyes flooded again.

It is said that men don't flick when they have tears, but that's just not to the sad place.

Yang Qi hadn't shed a tear for many years, but he had shed more tears now than ever before.

He originally thought that he should be strong, but at this time, he began to appear, in fact, he was more vulnerable than ever, but he never appeared.

After a long time, he stood up and said to Liu Da: "Uncle Liu, take me to my father's grave." ”

Someone told me that if you don't write well, then lyricism will become hypocritical, and I don't know if I'm writing hypocritically, because that's all I can write is, and I just like it, whether it feels hypocritical or not.

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