Yuan Ping, the head of the Yuan family, was dressed in a white filial piety suit, but his majestic face was haggard.

He has a short beard under his chin, and he looks like he is about thirty-six or seventeen years old, and his body is full of breath, and he is also a master of the inner family of the Condensation Realm.

"Junior, Yuanping, meet Uncle Luo, meet all the adults"

Yuan Ping's eyes were bloodshot, his body bowed to the end, and everyone in the Jiang family behind him also saluted in unison, this is already a big gift, ordinary guests will not use such etiquette at all, but Yuan Ping and the Jiang family behind him did not hesitate at all

Yuan Ping looked at the figures in front of the door, his eyes were slightly red, only he knew how much pressure he had been under these days.

Yuan Jiang died suddenly, and he hurriedly took over the power of the Jiang family, but in just a few days, most of his hair was already white.

Yuanjiang is the heaven of the entire Yuan family, after the news of the death in the battle came back, the entire Yuan family was in chaos in an instant, and what made Yuan Ping even more frightened was the undercurrent surging outside the Yuan family.

There are too many enemies in the process of the rise of the Yuan family, and Yuan Jiang can still rely on force to suppress everything when he is alive, but now he is suddenly dead, no one knows how those old enemies will react, and the entire Yuan family is living in this panic these days.

"The nephew doesn't have to be like this, hurry up"

Luo Li sighed lightly and lifted Yuan Ping up, this nephew who grew up watching from a young age, looked a little older than himself at this time.

"This is Elder Lou Xiaolou," Luo Li pointed to the red-haired middle-aged man who had changed into a black robe

"The juniors have seen Elder Lou"

Yuan Ping bowed to Lou Xiao, the northern land was in chaos, the Flame Alliance Blood Alliance and the Eighteen Cities Alliance fought their own battles, and a large number of sonic boom warriors from the North Land also emerged in the process of encircling and suppressing ghosts, and in the Flame Alliance, the most famous is this Huolin Sword with a complete transformation

"The head of the Yuan family, mourning"

Lou Xiao's voice was low, these elders of the Flame League were basically old friends, although they couldn't say that they had a fateful friendship, but at this time, they were still in a heavy mood when they saw the death of the martial artist who got along day and night.

Luo Li introduced Chen Beizhou and Mo Ruhai again, after the news of Ye Cheng's breakthrough came out, the reputation of the Flame Alliance was almost unknown to everyone in the Ice Ocean, except for the extremely mysterious adult, several core elders were also famous.

"Elder Meng Yuan has other important matters in the alliance, and he really can't get out of it, he asked us to pay tribute on his behalf, and I hope that the head of the Yuan family will not be strange" Lou Xiao said softly

"Don't dare, the big things in the alliance are important, you can come, my Yuan family is already grateful" Yuan Ping hurriedly replied

"I can't say that, Brother Yuan died in battle for my Flame Alliance, so we should come to mourn if it is reasonable."

Lou Xiao sighed with emotion, that battle was too tragic, I am afraid that hundreds of families in the entire Bingyang Mansion are holding funerals today, and no one knows where these more than 100 families will go.

"Let's go first, the dead are the greatest, I'll go and incense Brother Yuan first," Chen Beizhou said softly

The Yuan family surrounded the four elders and walked all the way to the inner house, and the gardens and attics along the road were hung with white silk everywhere.

The sky was gloomy and gray, and the white lanterns under the corridor were slightly swayed by the wind.

The mourning hall is located in a large courtyard, and there are already nearly 100 people standing in the courtyard.

Lou Xiao bowed down in front of the mourning hall to mourn, in the middle of the mourning hall was a spiritual seat with gold characters on a black background, and behind it was a pitch-black coffin.

He looked at the closed coffin, and fell silent, Yuan Jiang was beaten by the ghost cultivator, and the several masters present at that time were even mixed with flesh and blood, and they couldn't tell who it was, and the coffin was probably only a few sets of clothes.

After a few people finished mourning, they were invited to the backyard by Yuan Ping, these people are noble, if they stay in front, everyone will be uncomfortable.

"You prepare, the adults will come over later" Lou Xiao looked at the middle-aged man who was about to speak and stopped

"My lord, Lord Ye!?" Yuan Ping was stunned for a moment, and then his voice suddenly trembled

"Yes, the adults have something to deal with at hand, one step later than us, but they should come over later," Luo Li said softly

"Juniors should go down and prepare now"

Yuan Ping was full of excitement, and he was about to walk towards the door, he didn't expect that the adult would come to the Yuan family in person, although Yuan Jiang died for the Flame Alliance, but what is the identity of that adult, that is the legendary monk, a word can determine the rise and fall of countless families, in the eyes of those people, these families are like ants.

"The head of the Yuan family waits first, and the reception can be talked about later" Lou Xiao suddenly stopped Yuan Ping

"My lord is coming to the Yuan family, how can my Yuan family be lazy" Yuan Ping said a little anxiously

"Before the adults arrive, the Yuan family will do one thing first, choose a young man with martial arts talent from your vein, and the adults will have something to announce later" Lou Xiao said calmly

Yuan Ping was stunned for a moment, and a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, and then his body trembled slightly

"The elder is saying that the adults want to ......" his face turned red and he stared at the building above with excitement.

"Adults are people who miss the old, and the sacrifices of the Yuan family are remembered by adults" Lou Xiao sighed lightly.

Yuan Ping's eyes suddenly turned red, and the pressure of the days was finally completely vented, and the middle-aged man trembled, and he couldn't cry anymore

He turned to the sky outside the hall and bowed suddenly

"From now on, my Yuan family will swear to follow the adults to the death, sword mountains and fires, and never give up"

Several elders of the Flame Alliance saw Yuan Ping's appearance, glanced at each other, and all nodded slightly.

............

Stomp and tread

At the south gate of Shangling, a young man in a black robe rode a horse and galloped quickly.

After entering is a straight street, the street is empty, the funeral of the Yuan family, the martial arts families from all over the country come to mourn, the south gate of Shangling City has already been cleared today, and the people are not allowed to pass.

If a warrior arrives at another gate, the soldiers at the gate will also advise the warrior to enter the city at the south gate, or dismount and walk to the Yuan family

"I remember it seems to be called Qingyuanfang, but how should Qingyuanfang go?"

Ye Cheng frowned slightly, after he finished dealing with the matter at hand, he hurried to Shangling non-stop, originally thinking of coming to the city to ask for directions, but who would have thought that the street in front of him was empty, and there was not even a figure.

Boom

Behind him, two figures riding jujube red horses passed by Ye Cheng, Ye Cheng's eyes lit up, and he urged the horse to follow.

Following the figure in front of him for four or five streets in a row, a huge mansion hung with white silk finally appeared in front of him.

There was an endless stream of cars and horses at the gate of Qingyuanfang, and the entrance, which was originally enough to accommodate three carriages in parallel, was blocked at this time, and Ye Cheng had to follow the flow of people slowly.

At this time, it was already afternoon, and there were light gray clouds floating in the sky, the sky was white, and the cold wind blew the white silk on the wall to hiss.

"Yuanjiang ......"

Ye Cheng looked at the huge plaque with white silk hanging on the door of the mansion, and recalled in his mind the figure of the old man in white, a master who had a perfect transformation, and said that he would die if he died.

Ye Cheng dismounted, and a servant with a white scarf tied to his head immediately stepped forward and took over Ye Cheng's horse.

"Guest, your name thorn"

Walking up the steps, a young man in a linen black robe immediately greeted him and said respectfully

Ye Cheng took out the black gilded name card and handed it to the young man, and the little guy who was in charge of signing up next to him looked at the famous thorn and immediately shouted out loudly

"Yanmeng, the young master of the Ye family in Beining City, Ye Cheng arrived" The little guy should have been specially selected, and the clear voice suddenly echoed over the mansion.

"It's been roll call, guests please come in, thank the guests for coming to mourn for the old man, there is a vegetarian in the back hall of the Yuan Mansion, if the guests don't dislike it, they can stay in the Yuan Mansion to eat after the condolences"

The linen steward said respectfully to Ye Cheng, he didn't know that the Ye family in Beining City was that family, but as the steward of the Yuan family, he was extremely polite to every visitor, which was the basic rule of the big family

The linen steward waited for a long time, but the young man in black was just standing at the door, motionless, and a new guest arrived behind him

"Guest, what are you ......" The linen steward was a little displeased

"Is there any descendant in this vein of Yuanjiang" Ye Cheng looked up at the black plaque with white silk hanging above, and said silently

"What do you mean by this, the current head of the family is the sister-in-law of the old family owner" The hemp shirt steward was stunned for a moment, and then replied

"How old are you?" asked the young man in black again

"Guests, please respect yourself, the old master Xianyou, the guests are here to mourn today, then please hurry in"

The young man in the sackcloth had a look of anger on his face, this young man seemed to be the young master of a certain family, and he was two generations behind the old master, but now he opened his mouth to call the old master by his name, and he didn't understand the etiquette at all.

"Wait, someone inside will come out to pick it up"

Ye Cheng said softly, he can't just go in like this, he came here today to be more public.

"All the adults in the house are receiving VIPs, I'm afraid I won't have time to receive guests, so you better hurry in."

The young man in the sackcloth looked even more displeased, feeling that the young man in front of him was a little ignorant.

There are many visitors today, many heads of big families have come, and the adults in the mansion may not be free to receive them in person, he knows that Beining City is the big city of Bingyang Mansion, but this Ye family has really never heard of it, and the person who came is still a junior, how could the adults in the mansion come out in person.

After waiting for a long time, the black-robed young man still didn't move, and the steward's face was also cold

"If this guest insists on waiting, then please wait by the door and don't stop the other guests."

The linen shirt steward was a little impatient, and the clay figure still had three points of anger, although the chief butler had already explained that he should be respectful and polite to the guests, but the black-robed young man in front of him really didn't know what to do

"It's okay" Ye Cheng glanced around, the flow of people came and went, and it was really not good for him to stand in the middle.

"I guess it's a small family that doesn't enter the stream, and I don't understand the rules at all."

The linen steward led the young man to the door, looking at the young man who was really waiting by the door, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, he threw down Ye Cheng, and then greeted the other guests again

Of course, Ye Cheng could see the impatience of the young man in the sackcloth, but it was meaningless to him, in the entire Bingyang Mansion, there were very few people who could move him, and probably the two palms were not satisfied.

A monk like him is already fundamentally different from ordinary people, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are two species, just like people do to ants, people don't care about the joys and sorrows of ants

"Elder Yuan, go with peace of mind, I will take over the affairs of the Yuan family for you, even if I compensate you a little" Ye Cheng looked at the flow of people in front of the door, and said softly in his heart.

The linen steward sent another guest in, and he glanced at the young man who was still waiting by the door, and looked contemptuous

He didn't care about the young man, and turned around to receive the next visitor, when suddenly a solemn sound of ancient music came from the Yuan Mansion.

"What's going on, the Yuan Mansion is in mourning, why is it playing music, this is not mourning" Everyone in front of the Yuan Mansion was stunned for a moment, and looked at the Yuan family steward who received them with strange eyes

"This is the welcome Yale, those musicians are crazy"

The faces of the stewards in front of the door also changed greatly, and at this time, something went wrong, and it was the entire Yuan family that was embarrassed.

"Welcome!?" The linen shirt steward's face changed suddenly, his eyes turned, and he subconsciously looked at the young man who had been waiting by the door

The next moment

Stomp and tread

Heavy footsteps came, and a snow-white plush carpet quickly stretched out from the house, and two black armor soldiers carried the carpet all the way, limped in front of the door, and finally stopped at the feet of the young man by the door.

Two black armor soldiers knelt silently at the young man's feet, and a white carpet of meters wide stretched out from the depths of the mansion, with no end in sight.

More than a dozen visitors in front of the door were stunned, some at a loss for what to do, and everyone's eyes instantly looked at the young man with a calm face at the front of the carpet.

"This ......" A brocade-robed man's eyes suddenly looked at the door of the Yuan Mansion, and his mouth suddenly opened wide

A large group of figures suddenly poured out of the Yuan Mansion, and the number of people could not be seen clearly at all, and the leader was the four figures with serious expressions.

"It's the four elders of the Flame Alliance, are they here too?"

The face of a newly arrived guest suddenly changed, and everyone at the door obviously noticed that something was wrong, so they all carefully avoided the door, and looked at the situation in the venue with flashing eyes

The black-pressed people suddenly stopped inside the door, but the seventy or eighty majestic figures were still advancing, instantly breaking away from the crowd and quickly falling in front of the mansion gate

"Flame Alliance"

"Flame Alliance"

"Flame League Chen Beizhou"

"The Flame Alliance is like the sea"

"Welcome to the Alliance"

The first four figures had low voices, all kneeling on one knee on the carpet

Immediately afterward, another solemn and solemn voice sounded

"Flame Alliance Troops, Welcome to the Leader of the Alliance"

Dozens of figures suddenly knelt down in unison, and the voice wrapped in internal qi was low and mighty, constantly echoing in the sky above the mansion

The cold wind passed through the hall, the clouds in the air suddenly dispersed, and there was no sound in front of the mansion, only the young man in black stood tall, and there was no one else.

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