After breakfast, Ye Changsheng came to the study and waited for Ye Xiangxi to come over.

Most of the properties of Momiji Villa have been dealt with, but there are still a few secret businesses, such as a teahouse in the county town, a carriage and horse shop in the provincial capital, and a tea house.

These three businesses are all responsible for collecting intelligence, and Changsheng plans to take them over and hand them over to Ye Xiangxi, who is in charge of intelligence.

To Changsheng's surprise, not only Ye Xiangxi came, but the other three retainers also came.

Of the four great ministers of the Ye family, Ye Xiangdong has a violent temperament and a strong atmosphere of rivers and lakes, so he controls the two fleets.

Ye Xiangbei has a simple personality, and he is stationed in the equally simple Sword Casting Hall, which complements each other.

Ye Xiangxi is delicate, and with the expansion of the Ye family's power, he has begun to form the Ye family's intelligence network.

Ye Xiangnan has a calm temperament, so he stayed in the Ye Mansion and trained the warriors of the Ye family by the way.

It is precisely with the tacit cooperation of these four people that the Ye family is invincible.

Entering the study, the four ministers looked solemn, and at the same time knelt down on one knee in front of Ye Changsheng.

Ye Xiangdong, the head of the retainers, showed deep sadness in his eyes, and raised a list with his hands high above his head.

Ye Changsheng took the list and was shocked in his heart.

Father's handwriting?!

The old list has no information other than names and addresses.

Ye Xiangdong's eyes turned red, and he said in a deep voice: "Childe, the people on the list were all people from my Nanfeng lineage!"

The four ministers lowered their heads at the same time, their faces gloomy.

Nan Feng is in the same vein, and their hearts are forever painful.

Who would have thought that the most powerful Southern Feng line of the Maple Leaf Leaf Family would collapse overnight!

Who would have thought that the most dazzling genius boy, the future heir of Nanfeng's lineage, the son Ye Tiexin, would be expelled from the family.

It was on that night, on that night eighteen years ago, that four hot-blooded teenagers, without hesitation, followed the deposed son and resolutely embarked on a journey of exile.

Ye Xiangdong's eyes flashed with tears, and he looked at Ye Changsheng: "Childe, before the old man passed away, he always took care of them in secret, and I implore Gongzi not to abandon them!"

"Please, Childe!" The four ministers burst into tears and bowed again!

Ye Changsheng looked at his father's handwriting before his death, and couldn't help but be in a trance.

The melancholy of his father drinking alone, the helpless tears of his mother, and the turmoil of his childhood are the parts he is most reluctant to touch in the depths of his memory.

He had long since separated himself from the Maple City Ye family, although it was a bit self-inflicted to do so.

He is him, and the Maple City Ye family is the Maple City Ye family.

Ye Tiexin is not the son of Nanfeng's lineage, but the founder of Wenjiantang.

He is the son of Ye Tiexin and the heir of Wenjiantang.

That's all.

He didn't want to know what happened back then, and he wasn't interested in knowing.

Everything about the Maple City Ye family, he was not interested in knowing.

For a long time, Changsheng had always told himself this and warned himself.

Today, however, he can no longer deceive himself.

His father was a well-deserved genius, and when he was fourteen years old, he was already able to forge a longsword of the highest grade of the spirit martial arts.

However, he was such a genius, but he was picked off by the family and scrapped his cultivation.

My father's dignity as a swordsmith was ruthlessly and forever stripped away!

In the eighteen years since, no matter how hard my father tried, it was difficult to forge even a sword of the lower grade of the spirit martial arts.

As a swordsmith, Changsheng can understand his father's pain.

As he progressed in the way of forging swords, his understanding of this pain became more and more profound, and he even felt empathy.

He hated, he cried, and in order to prevent his father from drinking, he even replaced all the wine in the house with water.

It was the first time that his father lost his temper with him and beat him, and he will never forget it until he died.

Father stared at Changsheng with red eyes that day, pointed at Changsheng with a trembling finger, and roared angrily: "If you don't drink, do you drink tears?!"

If you don't drink, do you drink tears!

The pain of the father, the indignation of the father, and the blood and tears of the father are all soaked in this sentence.

How many nights, when Changsheng recalled this sentence, he would hide in the bed and cry secretly.

Changsheng raised his head and sighed softly, letting the tears in the corners of his eyes flow back.

He asked in a low voice, "There were many people who were implicated back then?"

The four ministers choked up and nodded tearfully.

Ye Changsheng returned the list to Ye Xiangdong, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes: "The people on the list, if you can take them back, you can take them back, if you don't want to come, settle them, and those who are not on the list should do your best to find them." It's my Ye family, I'm sorry for them!"

The four ministers raised their teary eyes sharply, and said excitedly: "Thank you, Son!"

After the four ministers left, Changsheng took out the carving knife and a piece of blood jade, and began to draw lines on the jade.

The carving knife danced into a shadow of a knife, making a dense stabbing sound.

The jade powder fell, and a plump red maple leaf appeared in the palm of his hand.

Maple City Ye family?

Crushing the maple leaf, Ye Changsheng stood up and walked out.

The matter of the Ethereal Sword could not be delayed any longer, he had to take the initiative.

If he was stumped by a small Sanshui Town, and if he was stumped by the Huang family, how could he let Wenjiantang develop and grow, and what would he do to protect those old people in Nanfeng's lineage?

"Uncle Zhong, tell Elder Lu that the news of the ethereal sword sealing is spreading. Ye Changsheng solemnly instructed the old housekeeper.

Ye Zhong paused for a moment, nodded hurriedly, and personally took the carriage to the Wenjian Hall to pass the word.

Ye Changsheng changed into clothes, took a carriage, and went to Zixia Villa.

It stands to reason that he shouldn't have gone to Zixia Villa in order to avoid suspicion, but he can't wait, the attitude of the Zi family is very important.

In the hall of Zixia Mountain Villa, Zi Qianhao sat on the main seat violently, accompanied by Zi Ling'er, the two Taoist masters of Zixia Palace.

Zi Qianhao's face was not good-looking, even if Ye Changsheng didn't take the initiative to come, he planned to settle accounts with Ye Changsheng.

What is the identity of Taixu Zhenren, he did not hesitate to make a move for the sake of "The Eight Laws of Qiankun", which shows that he attaches great importance to the original cheats.

But in the end, the real person got a manuscript.

Ye Changsheng's manuscript.

It's irritating to think about.

If this matter is not explained, the Zi family will not be able to get by.

"Brother Changsheng!" At this moment, Zi Ling'er stood up excitedly and waved towards the door.

Father's angry gaze glared at him, Zi Ling'er glared back unconvinced, and after sitting down, she squeezed her eyebrows at Changsheng.

Zi Qianhao had an urge to pat his head, he originally wanted to ask the teacher to ask for guilt.

can make the girl make such a fuss, and she can't be serious if she wants to.

"Changsheng has seen the lord of the village, and he has seen the two Taoist masters," the wheelchair stepped forward, and Changsheng bowed his head, "and the little bell." ”

Taixu Zhenren was wearing regular clothes, his eyes were slightly raised, and he looked at Ye Changsheng with a little curiosity.

Sure enough, as Zi Qianhao said, the divine light is introverted, the temperament is good, and there is a sense of brightness.

What is rare is that this child has a detached charm, which shows that the Taoist heart is not good.

There are thousands of avenues, and the avenues are one.

The ring is the way, the mean is the way, and nirvana is the way.

Sword forging is also the way.

The common people are firewood, heaven and earth are furnaces, and they are extremely created, and heaven and man are cast together.

Who would dare to say that this is not the Word?

Ye Changsheng was able to enter the Tao with a sword, and this understanding was very rare.

If the Ye family in Fengcheng learned that such a pearl was left behind by the people, I don't know how to feel?