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Chapter 233: Personality

Zhao Guo, Houshan.

A gentle breeze blows, and the green grass on the meadow sets off layers of waves.

Ye Qingyun's mood was very heavy, his eyes were slightly ruddy, as if they were swollen, and his eyes kept staring at the grave in front of him.

On it are engraved a few words.

The tomb of Zhao Yong, the general of Zhao Guoda.

These words were written by his own hand, and each stroke carried sadness.

Zhao Yong, a hero, died like this.

I wonder if he has any children?

Thinking of this, Ye Qingyun's eyes suddenly lit up slightly.

"If you have an heir, I will help you take care of him, and I will take him as an apprentice, regardless of his qualifications. ”

It's a pity that most of the people in this city are dead, and he has no way of knowing whether Zhao Yong has any children.

However, at this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew.

Suddenly the whole earth trembled.

Moreover, this trembling sound became stronger and stronger, echoing throughout the heavens and the earth.

Ye Qingyun raised his head, his eyes were slightly condensed, and he saw that there were more than ten people there, the first one, with extraordinary momentum, good facial features, wearing armor, and a long sword at his waist, sitting on the body of the black brawler.

Behind him, there were more than a dozen martial artists, and these people had the worst cultivation and all had the Five Elements Realm.

It's a great team.

Ye Qingyun didn't have the slightest fear on his face, because he didn't feel the cold killing intent from this team at all.

Soon, this team came to Ye Qingyun.

The middle-aged man at the head jumped off the horse, and quickly came to the cemetery one step and two steps, looking at the tombstone, his eyes reddened slightly.

The space is filled with sorrow.

Ye Qingyun could clearly feel the hurt on the visitor's body.

Obviously, the person who came to Zhao Yong definitely had an extraordinary relationship.

To his surprise, the latter's long black hair turned white in an instant.

The breeze blew on the middle-aged man's long white hair, and the white hair fluttered.

Standing there, he makes people feel like crying.

He looked lonely, sad, as if he had been abandoned by God.

"General!" Behind them, a total of fifteen warriors jumped off their horses, knelt on the ground, and lowered their heads so low that they were about to touch the ground.

The faces of the fifteen warriors were very pale.

"General, it's too late for your subordinates, and your subordinates deserve death!" he said, drawing a long sword, raising it high, about to pierce himself in the abdomen.

A stone flew away and landed in his hand, causing his sword to fall with a clang.

"Death, can it solve the problem?" a cold voice sounded in his ears.

Wipe!

Ye Qingyun could stop him alone, but he couldn't stop the fifteen martial artists behind him.

The fifteen warriors all drew their long swords, and without saying a word, they stabbed directly at their necks.

Rumble!

All fifteen warriors fell to the ground.

"Idiot. When Ye Qingyun saw this scene, he frowned, feeling that these people were simply hopeless, they really treated life as a child's play, and they would die if they wanted to, they were so individual.

"Why are you stopping me?" the honest middle-aged man said with some breath, and his eyes widened.

"I won't stop you, what does it have to do with me if you die?" Ye Qingyun said with some amusement, and then his face froze and asked, "I just want to ask you one question, General Zhao, does he have a child?"

"Yes, he put him in Sunset City. The honest man instinctively spoke: "It should be in the sunset house on the street of Luoyang." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man in front of him had already disappeared in front of him.

"What a speed!" Zhao Meng exclaimed, and then his gaze shifted to the stone tablet in front of him again.

The name made his blood roll.

He drew his sword again, but this time, instead of going to his neck again, he slammed it into the ground.

He looked at the fifteen corpses behind him that had died in vain, his face full of guilt.

If it weren't for the impulsive action he had just made, these brothers who had been by his side all the way would not have committed suicide.

"The boy is right, what is the use of dying? Dying, can it be solved?"

"No, you can't!"

"General Zhao is dead, I will definitely find out the murderers and kill them one by one!"

Puff.

He fell to his knees and kowtowed.

His name is Zhao Meng, and he was the most heartfelt and powerful deputy general by Zhao Yong's side.

After Zhao Yong resigned from the position of general of Zhao Guoda, he sat in this position.

In three months, Emperor Zhao ordered him to guard the frontier fortresses of Zhao.

A dignified general would go to such a place, and there were not many enemies in the frontier fortresses, which was obviously deliberately done by Emperor Zhao.

He had no choice but to go.

But when he came back again, he heard that the entire city of Zhao was slaughtered, and the former general of Zhao was divided by the enemy with ten demon beasts in order to save the people of Zhao State.

This kind of thing made his whole person lose his mind, as if his entire soul had been devoured by a huge demon beast.

For a long time, his eyes were cast in the distance, and in his mind he recalled the words of the boy before.

"The general's child, Zhao Lie, he can't die!" suddenly thought of something, his face changed, and he disappeared in place in an instant with a lightning speed.

And at this moment, the direction Ye Qingyun went to was Luoyang City.

Unexpectedly, he came to this place again.

For this place, the person Ye Qingyun is most grateful to is the old man of the Star Academy, Xingyi.

When he didn't say goodbye, he felt a little guilty in his heart.

This time, in addition to taking away Zhao Yong's juniors, he will also come to Xinghai Academy to say goodbye to Xingyi.

He was very fast, and in about half an hour, he came to the city of the setting sun.

At this moment, the night was dark, and the soft moonlight took away most of the light of the stars, and it was extremely dazzling.

The warriors of Sunset City walked on the streets, and it was very lively.

"There is candy to eat, and only one lower-grade spirit stone is needed for a bag. ”

There was a shout from the street.

Ye Qingyun didn't hesitate anything, and according to the words of the honest middle-aged man, he came to a huge dilapidated courtyard on the street.

He didn't go straight in, but went to the house, carefully removed a piece of rubble, and the moonlight shone through, allowing him to see everything inside.

At that table, there was a little boy about seven years old.

His long hair was falling on it, and he felt like a thorn in the beam.

The little head keeps turning, reading the books in the world today.

Next to the little boy stood an old man, very scholarly, who was constantly teaching the little boy.

"How do you pronounce that?"

"Righteousness, this is the righteousness of righteousness!"