The roar was still echoing in the sky above Shilipo, and when they saw Ye Feng urging the horses to gallop away, more than 30,000 people on Shili Changpo were in tears, and they all knelt down on one knee and roared hard at Ye Feng who was far away. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"We, disciples of the Ancient Ye Sect, are waiting for the triumphant return of the sect master."

The roar of 30,000 people was deafening, even though Ye Feng had already gone out three miles away, the voices of more than 30,000 people still echoed in his ears.

Instantly! I saw Ye Feng's left hand tugging on the reins fiercely, and the front hooves of the horse under him neighed and stopped.

The pain of parting is like a needle piercing the heart. Ye Feng stood in front of the more than 10,000 people on the Dianjiangtai and did not say anything, in order to reduce the pain of parting in his heart. I never looked back along the way, because I didn't want to shed two lines of tears because of the pain of parting.

However, at this moment, the roar of more than 10,000 people entered his ears, and Ye Feng's heart was in sharp pain like a pinprick. The tears that were always swirling in the eye sockets also slipped from the corners of the eyes at this moment.

But Ye Feng still didn't look back to look at the more than 10,000 people on the ten-mile-long slope, nor did he look at the two peaks dozens of miles away, but with the reluctance in his heart, he knocked the horse's belly with his legs, and galloped straight to the south along the official road.

Ye Feng felt that only in this way could he alleviate the sadness and pain of separation.

The sun sets over the western mountains, and the stars are dotted. At the north gate of Wangu Town, which ranked third in Qingshui Country, a black-robed man led a horse and walked slowly into the town.

On the streets, you can still see pedestrians in groups of threes and twos, and most of the shops on both sides of the street have closed down, and only a few taverns still have drunken rumors.

There is a place on the West Street of Wangu Town, where there are no houses or courtyards, but there are ten mid-term knights with swords in their hands guarding it.

In the distance, next to a closed shop, the black-robed man leading the horse had been looking at the open space for half an hour.

A person, looking at one place for a long time, must be because there are too many memories of this place. And the sadness revealed by the dark red eyes under the robe and hat just proves this.

"Hey!"

A sigh came from inside the robe, Ye Feng did not alarm the ten mid-stage knights, and led the horse out of the Ye family's old mansion, which no longer existed.

A quarter of an hour later, in front of a mansion on East Street, the black-robed man looked up at the 'Yang Mansion' plaque hanging above the mansion gate, and a reassuring smile gradually appeared on Zhang Junqiao's slightly pale face in the robe and hat.

Walking to the bolted horse pillar and tying the horse well, the black-robed man looked at the courtyard wall, kicked the ground with a purple sword in his back hand, and fell over the courtyard wall with a swish.

The main house was supposed to be the owner's residence, but the main house in Yang's mansion was pitch black, but a faint light was shining in a west wing.

The steps of the black-robed man were very light, and he walked to the window lightly, and Manager Yang, who was sitting at the table in the room, did not notice it.

Ye Feng stood in front of the window for a long time, just silently looking at the back of Manager Yang. Gradually, a faint smile appeared on Ye Feng's face.

Perhaps, Manager Yang sensed that someone was staring at him, and the elderly manager leaned on the table with his elbows on the table, and slowly turned sideways to look back.

"It's weird, why did you feel like someone was watching me just now?"

Mr. Yang didn't see anything, but the perception just now was extremely real. I saw that Manager Yang thought about it suspiciously, but he still stood up slowly on the table, opened the door and looked into the courtyard, then sighed bitterly and shook his head and returned to the room, closed the window and blew out the candles.

At the moment when the candle in the west wing was extinguished, Ye Feng jumped from the roof and landed in the courtyard.

For some reason, Ye Feng didn't see Manager Yang. Standing in the courtyard at this moment, he bowed three times to the room of Chief Yang and bowed three times.

Turning around, Ye Feng looked at the sacrificial hall and walked over step by step.

The door to the altar was unlocked, and candles, incense burners, and fresh fruit were placed on the offering table beneath the tablet.

Walking to the offering table, Ye Feng picked up three incense sticks, lit them, took three steps back, and bowed deeply three times to the tablets of the ancestors of the Ye family with both hands of incense.

Inserting three sticks of incense into the incense burner, Ye Feng raised his hand and gently touched his father Ye Longtian's token, a sour feeling arose, and tears also swirled in his eyes.

"Daddy! For the next year, the wind will not be able to incense you. You have a spirit in the sky, and you can bless the more than 10,000 people of the Ancient Ye Sect and the old people in charge of him with longevity and health. ”

With red eyes and retracted his left hand, Ye Feng reluctantly withdrew from the hall step by step, and after gently closing the door, Ye Feng took a look at the West Wing again, flew up and disappeared into the courtyard of the Yang Mansion.

In the streets, horses' hooves sounded. In Yang's mansion, a faint candlelight lit up in the west wing.

The door was opened from the inside, and the elderly manager Yang held on to the door frame, looking at the crescent moon in the sky with tears in the corners of his eyes, and finally looked at the sacrificial hall.

"Hey!"

A sigh came from the mouth of the chief manager, and from this sigh, it could be felt that maybe the chief manager knew that Ye Feng had come.

The north wind rises and the night is slightly cool. In the cold wind, one person and one horse went straight to the south of the town of Wangu Town along the official road.

At the time of the night solstice, three hundred miles south of Wangu Town, Ye Feng, who was dressed in a black robe, tightened the reins, and after he dismounted and stopped, Ye Feng jumped off the horse with his legs crossed.

On the opposite side of Ye Feng is a mountain peak, which is also quite famous in the Qingshui Country, Hengyue Mountain.

Hengyue Mountain is famous for the Hengyue faction. But now, on the top of this peak, the palace has collapsed and is in a mess.

Ye Feng stood at the foot of the thousand-section steps and looked at the peak, and vaguely pictures flashed in his mind.

In the picture, Ye Feng has become a hero, stepping up the stairs with full of anger, divorced his wife in the Purple Moon Hall and made a poisonous oath, and under the gritted teeth of dozens of people, he threw his sleeves and walked away angrily.

The picture turns again, and one person and one sword kill the Quartet. That was the second time he went to Hengyue Mountain, and in that battle he killed seven elders in the Hengyue Sect and killed more than 600 people from the Hengyue Sect.

Looking back on the past, Ye Feng felt as if it was just yesterday.

Now with the death of Sima Haoyue and the collapse of the Hengyue faction, the grievances and hatred between the Ye family and the Hengyue faction have only been understood more than halfway. However, there was still not a trace of a smile on the face under the robe and hat, but as Ye Feng looked at the top of Hengyue Mountain for a long time, the more murderous aura appeared between his eyebrows.

Now that the Hengyue Sect has fallen, Ye Feng has only avenged Ye Longtian. Meng Po, who instigated the Hengyue faction to wash the Ye Mansion in blood, is still alive, and only by killing Meng Po can he be worthy of the undead of the Ye family's hundred servants.

And there is still an ununderstood grudge between Ye Feng and Sima Yanru, this grudge has nothing to do with the Ye family's undead, and it is an unresolved feud between him Ye Feng and Sima Yanru.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the anger and irritability in his heart. Ye Fengfei got on his horse and snorted coldly at Hengyue Mountain, and his legs knocked on the horse's belly and went straight to the Barren Jade Pass leading to Xuanwu Kingdom.