This is the first impression of the Yejia Mansion, and the thick wooden doors carved with gods on the eight steps give a sense of divine solemnity.

The two stone statues on either side of the courtyard knelt on one knee with solemn expressions and reverence.

It's all a symbol of power, strength, authority.

However, in the eyes of Ye Fan, who was only twelve years old, this place was like hell, this huge family had completely changed its taste, turned into a gang fighting for power, and he couldn't even find a sense of home here.

Ye Fan's face was indifferent, and he pushed open the thick door diameter and walked in.

The family guarding the gate just raised his eyes to look at the "Fourth Young Master", then showed a disdainful expression and closed his eyes again.

For Jia Ding, as a slave of the second young master, he is much more noble than the fourth young master who was born with waste wood, at least he is still a four-fold martial arts cultivator.

And this fourth young master is not even a heavy, if it weren't for the identity of the fourth young master of this night family, he wouldn't even have the qualifications to raise his eyelids.

Ye Fan had already become accustomed to it, he carried the firewood along the path to the backyard, the path paved by small stones and the bamboo forests on both sides of the road, everything seemed quiet and peaceful.

Yefan likes to walk this path very much, every pillar here was planted by his mother back then, and it can make him feel at ease here, which is also the only place where he has nostalgia for the Ye family.

"Miss Lanwei, it's good here, let's go to the small pavilion in front and sit down. ”

Just as Yefan was silent in the memories of the bamboo forest, a somewhat feminine voice came from ahead.

Ye Fan's face gradually turned cold, it was the voice of his second brother, and he was also the most ruthless of the third brother.

Ye Fan continued to walk forward with a cold face, and saw a young man in white and a girl in pink walking side by side, followed by six or seven followers.

The young man in white was talking and laughing at the girl in pink.

However, when he saw Yefan carrying firewood, there was a disdainful disdain on his face, and a mocking smile.

"Yo, isn't this the fourth brother, going to chop wood again?"

The young man in white had an undisguised disdain on his face, which made Ye Fan's face even colder, his eyes were slightly gloomy, and he continued to walk forward without raising his head.

This time, the face of the young man in white turned cold, this waste dared to ignore him, he gestured to a few entourages, and then said to the girl in pink with a smile, "Miss Lan, my fourth brother is a little bit unfamiliar with etiquette, I'll go educate him, and I'll lose company first!"

The girl in pink just nodded her pointed chin lightly, and didn't say anything, but he was curious in his heart why the gap between the second and fourth young people of the night family was so big.

Ye Fan's pace quickened, but the four attendants behind him quickly stopped him, and one of the attendants said with a smile, "Fourth Young Master, my family master greets you young, how can you be like this?"

Ye Fan's eyes were slightly cold, "What are you going to do?"

"It's nothing! I just wanted to say hello to the fourth brother, but I didn't expect you to be so ignorant. ”

Ye Fan didn't speak, just put down the firewood in his hand, and his hand was already slowly clenched into a fist, "Then you don't have to catch up and say hello, right?" ”

This white-clothed young man is the top of the young generation of the Ye family, at the age of fourteen, he is already a martial arts cultivator with a quenching body, and his strength is famous far and wide, compared to Ye Fan, a waste wood, he has Ye Fan's incomparable flashing light.

"Presumptuous, the name of the second young man is what you can call directly?"

One of the attendants immediately raised his foot and kicked at Yefan's lower abdomen.

Ye Fan hurriedly dodged, but he was still kicked and fell to the ground in one fell swoop, "Please get out of my bamboo garden, you are not welcome here!"

"Hehe, the fourth brother doesn't welcome us, then we'll go, but it doesn't seem like you called me by my name just now, right?"

When the four attendants heard this, they raised their hands to fight Ye Fan.

It seems that tonight Yefan can't run away after a beating, just as those few kicks are about to kick him, a voice like a silver bell came, "Ye Ershao, what are you doing?"

Hearing this voice, several attendants hurriedly collected their feet, and then helped Ye Fan up again.

Yeyun also turned around and put on a warm smile again, "It's nothing, the firewood on the back of the fourth brother fell too hard, I just asked the attendant to help him up." ”

Ye Fan patted the soil on his body, looked at Ye Yun with cold eyes, and then looked at the girl who was coming slowly, and instantly locked on to the girl in front of him.

Dressed in pink, with long black hair draped over the veil, a cherry-like mouth with a faint red, and a pair of watery eyes on the bridge of the high nose, it is very cute.

At this time, the girl's eyes were also looking at Ye Fan, Ye Fan hurriedly dodged his eyes, and his old face was a little red.

He didn't speak, but ran away with firewood.

Because this girl in pink was the one who saw him taking a bath by the stream, Yefan was afraid of being recognized, so she ran away without looking back.

The girl frowned, he seemed to feel that this back was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember it for the time being.

Yeyun smiled and said, "Miss Lanwei, let's go look elsewhere, the fourth brother doesn't welcome us, please move!"

The girl snorted softly, but from time to time she looked at the place where Yefan had left.

Such a gaze was naturally noticed by Yeyun, and he said with a smile, "Fourth Brother is a person who has no cultivation talent, Miss Lan doesn't have to care about him." ”

"Now that you have come to Tianyuan City, it is natural for us to do our best in the friendship of the landlord at night, I will take you to the night market for a walk, it is very lively. ”

Lan Wei was still a twelve-year-old girl after all, and as soon as she heard that there was a lively place, she nodded with a smile.

This smile, like a hundred flowers blooming, was full of fragrance, which made Yeyun instantly shocked, and secretly determined to take down this flower-like girl.

Then he thought of Ye Fan's attitude towards him, and his eyes were a little colder, "Wait, when the time comes, the clan will see how you survive, I want you to live better than death, and be spurned by everyone." ”

Ye Fan carried firewood and walked to the end of the bamboo forest, there was a small grass hut, which he built by himself, and there were a few pieces of bacon hanging at the door, which he also pickled himself, after all, no one would do anything for him with his status.

Putting down the firewood burden, he pushed open the bamboo door and walked into the house, where there was a bamboo bed, a cabinet, a few small stools, a wooden table with missing corners, and an oil lamp that was almost out of oil.

This is all he has belongings, and there is a painting on the wall, in which there is a woman, dressed in plain clothes, without any decoration, smiling gently.

It was Ye Fan's mother, who died when he was five years old, and since then his father has gone to the Imperial City of Wuluo, not always at home.

His father had a total of four wives, the other three were all from the royal family, only Yefan's mother was of unknown origin and seemed to be a peasant girl.

Although there is only one portrait, Ye Fan is like seeing a real person, and the smile on his face is a smile that can never be seen outside the bamboo garden.

Perhaps only here can he truly feel a touch of the warmth of home.

Ye Fan has been suffering for so many nights, and he will never leak out the humiliation he has suffered, and when he is extremely sad, he can only cry silently at the portrait in front of him.

No one could understand what kind of torture he had endured over the years, and if it weren't for the fact that Shabi and his father gave him something to eat from time to time, he might not be alive today.

The four young people of the night family who are strong on the outside are actually just a child who has not yet reached adulthood.

Ye Fan smiled at the portrait of his mother and walked to the cabinet.

There were a few linen clothes hanging in the cupboard, and a black soft gauze robe, which was still new.

Seeing that dress, Ye Fan still couldn't hold back two lines of tears on his face after all.

It was sewn for him by his mother, and put on for him when he was an adult, but she never saw that day again.

"Mother, I must become the strongest master in the future, and I want my father to impress me!" said a young child.

"Then you have to work hard in the future!" a woman in white gently stroked the tiger-headed child, her eyes full of doting.

"Hmm!" the little boy nodded vigorously, he wanted to prove to the world that he must be the strongest.

"I will definitely be the strongest!" Thinking of this, Ye Fan's eyes were no longer confused, and he looked at the box placed in the innermost part of the cabinet.

It was left to him by his mother, who had told him that he must practice the boxing techniques she handed over to him in order to open the box.

And before even this boxing technique, his mother seemed to have expected something, and just told him not to have any other thoughts in the future, just concentrate on practicing boxing.

Ye Fan has long understood now that his mother may not be as simple as a peasant girl, he has always followed this mother's entrustment, no matter how humiliating it is, he will definitely practice this boxing technique.

That was his mother's last words to him...

Ye Fan sat quietly on the bamboo bed and began to adjust his state, his breathing began to become long and slow, and gradually, he seemed to enter a strange state.

His body made a cracking sound of bones, and his face and body squirmed softly until the squirming stopped.

Ye Fan opened his eyes, and there was no whites in his eyes at the moment, only a piece of black, and there seemed to be stars rising and falling in the black, like the vast universe.

Ye Fan jumped off the bamboo bed, walked out of the hut, and moved on the spot, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes up and down, there was still no whites in his eyes, like a vast starry sky.

Faintly, wisps of white gas emanated from his body, which gradually turned into light blue, then purple, then cyan, orange, and finally gold!

Faintly, the stars in the sky also began to brighten, and the flickering and flickering coincided faintly with Ye Fan's strange breathing rhythm.

At this moment, there seemed to be an energy in Ye Fan's body that broke through the barrier in his body.

Ye Fan broke through, and he became a real martial cultivator!

On this night, the stars in the sky were exceptionally bright, as if they were all porters of something.

Ye Fan's eyes gradually returned to normal at this time, but he felt an extremely sleepy feeling coming.

And he went into the house, and fell into a deep sleep.

Late at night, the painting seemed to flicker with a glimmer of light, and the corners of the woman's mouth in the painting actually lifted a smile, which was a smile of relief.

The night was quiet, only the deep snoring of Yefan echoed in the thatched hut.

Perhaps, this is a new beginning.