Seeing the two people who came in, Ye Xueyan stood up from the chair "rubbing", then knelt down, kowtowed to Su Hai and the master of the Mourning Temple nine times in a proper manner, and said, "Xueyan greets my grandfather and uncle." “

Su Hai hurriedly helped Ye Xueyan up, looking at the grandson in front of him who had been wandering outside for a few years and had grown up a lot, Su Hai couldn't help but have red eyes, he hugged Ye Xueyan, and forgot all the words he had thought of before, and only muttered in his mouth: "My good grandson, you suffered, it's all your grandfather, you didn't take you home, you suffered, grandpa is sorry for you, I'm sorry for you." ”

Ye Xueyan smiled, he patted Su Hai's back, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, how can my grandson blame you and my uncle in my heart, after all, I am a child of the Ye family, if I rush back to the Su family with you, it will definitely have an impact on the relationship between the two families, now that I have left the Ye family, they can't control where I want to go, in the future, I can serve you by your side." ”

In fact, when Ye Xueyan was young, he also resented Su Hai and the master of the Mourning Temple, complaining that they did not take him away and let him suffer in the Ye family. But after getting older, Ye Xueyan gradually understood that some things were not as simple as he thought, and Su Hai and the master of the Temple of Mourning came to visit him once a year, which was actually a kind of concern and a deterrent from them, so that the Ye family knew that although Ye Xueyan was not to be seen, there were still people who cared about him, so you should not go too far!

This is also the reason why Ye Xueyan is just a waste, but he can still live in the Ye family, the head of the Su family and the master of the Qianku Temple, even the Ye family, are not willing to offend easily.

"Grandpa, uncle, what about my Uncle Withered Leaves, didn't he come back with you?" Ye Xueyan hurriedly asked after a few weeks of ceremony.

The master of the Mourning Temple glanced at Ye Xueheng and said, "Oh, isn't that good, it's turned white and tender." There was a hint of wonder in the yin and yang voice.

"Dead leaves... Uncle?!" Ye Xueyan looked at the withered leaves on the side, his eyes were full of surprise, it is also said that Mr. Withered Leaves, who was old and ugly, and had his hands and feet cut off, has now become a handsome uncle and returned, which is really difficult to accept.

"Hehe, Blood, it's me. Mr. Withered Leaves, Ye Xueheng's face was a little embarrassed, and he hated the Lord of the Temple of Mourning in his heart, he smiled wryly, and with a move of his hand, two blood vines appeared in his hand and turned into a wooden sword.

Seeing the wooden sword, the doubts in Ye Xueyan's eyes gradually dissipated, and in its place, there was a strong look of surprise. Mr. Withered Leaf is the person closest to him, and his ability to break out of the cocoon and be reborn is the happiest thing for Ye Xueyan.

"Hehe, Blood Flame, originally the Sun and Moon Blood Vine Flower wanted to borrow my body to give birth to a Yin and Yang Beast, but with the favor of God, not only was I not absorbed, but I was reborn with the power of the Sun and Moon Blood Vine Flower, and I also broke through to the Venerable Realm in one fell swoop. ”

"Hmph, shit luck guy. The master of the Temple of Mourning on the side said unhappily.

From the moment he entered the door, Ye Xueyan could see that the master of the Mourning Temple had some emotions towards Ye Xueheng, and he couldn't help but wonder what kind of grudge his uncle had with Uncle Withered Leaves, and he was so hostile.

Knowing his son Mo Ruo's father, Ye Xueheng immediately said: "Xueyan, I have something to tell you, I know that this matter may be a little bizarre, and even sounds a little incredible, but I still hope that you can believe me." “

Looking at the inexplicable Ye Xueyan, Ye Xueheng mustered up his greatest courage, he even felt that it was better to let himself fight with the master of the Mourning Temple, he exhaled and said: "Xueyan, actually, I am not your Uncle Withered Leaf, but your bastard's incompetent father, Ye Xueheng." ”

Ye Xueyan looked at Ye Xueheng in a daze, he didn't know what to say for a while, in his heart, although he had some doubts about Ye Xueheng, but he couldn't figure out the reason why he lied to himself, at this time, hearing Ye Xueheng say this, the shock in his heart can be imagined.

"Uncle Withered Leaves, you, you are my father?!Then, why did you lie to me in the past?" Ye Xueyan looked up at Su Hai and the Master of the Mourning Temple, and asked in disbelief after seeing their affirmative eyes.

"Xueyan, when you saw me, I was a person who didn't know how many days I could live, why should I make you sad again? So, I'd rather not recognize you, as long as I'm uncomfortable, it's different now, through the sun and moon blood vine flower, it's okay to say that I am a human being again, and in the rest of my life, I will do my best to make up for the debt I have owed you over the years, I'm sorry, son. Speaking of this, Ye Xueheng was already a little choked, in his heart, he didn't want to recognize his son, but father's love is like this, sometimes, he would rather be miserable than his own child sad.

"Father, father......" Ye Xueyan threw himself into Ye Xueheng's arms and cried loudly.

For many years, Ye Xueyan has been looking forward to the day when he can live in the company of his parents, and today, this dream has finally come true!

"Xueyan, we have all heard about Yan Zi, don't worry, I will definitely make Jidong pay the price. The Lord of the Temple of Mourning said with red eyes and hatred, the murderous aura on his body was in great contrast with his dusty temperament.

At this time, Ye Xueyan didn't want to think about revenge, he just wanted to enjoy and enjoy this rare family fun.

After a few days, Ye Xueyan finally relieved himself from the excitement of having a father, he was so excited that he got a little carried away, but no one blamed him, Ye Xueheng They all know how difficult it has been for Ye Xueyan over the years. And Sun Xiang'er also integrated into this big family under the introduction of Ye Xueyan, the well-behaved and sensible Sun Xiang'er won the love of everyone, and the master of the Temple of Mourning even accepted Sun Xiang'er as a righteous daughter and loved her very much.

At this time, Ye Xueyan's identity is already different, he is already a rare famous family on the mainland, and at this time, there is a Venerable-level father, a Venerable-level grandfather and a Venerable-level uncle behind him, this kind of luxurious lineup may be a little stronger than the children of some great families, after all, even if it is the descendant of some great families, there may not be a Venerable who is willing to work hard for you, let alone three.

A kid who was unknown a few days ago suddenly became a hot young man in this Holy Martial City, and for a while, the news about Ye Xueyan became the most valuable information in the entire Holy Martial City.

A few days later, Qiankuzen Temple ushered in a special guest, he was huge, with a big hat on his head, covering his face, and quietly came to Qiankuzen Temple, bluntly saying that he wanted to meet Ye Xueyan. But there were too many people who wanted to see Ye Xueyan in the past few days, and the novice who was guarding the door directly rejected him.

And the big man didn't give up, he said that as long as you tell Ye Xueyan my name, he will naturally come to see me. The novice guarding the door couldn't be entangled, so he went in to spread the word, but unexpectedly, as soon as he finished saying the name of the person who came, Ye Xueyan rushed out of the house like a gust of wind.

Ye Xueyan saw the big man outside the door, and couldn't help shouting: "Bell, my brother, you want to kill me." “

The big man took off his hat, with a sincere smile on his honest face, it was Ye Xueyan's good brother, the heir of the Bai family, one of the four major branches of the Ye family, Bai Zhongsheng.