Some relatives left, like a flash flood and mudslide.

It's always coming unexpectedly, too fast, too fast, and doesn't give you any time to prepare mentally.

You can't hide from it, and you can't escape it.

This is true when loved ones face death, and so it is true when the living are responsible for the sudden grief!

All kinds of things in the world, fate is born and destroyed, and the horizontal and vertical cannot be separated from the word "life".

The mansion of the king of the northern Shenyuan domain, the location of the sub-seal.

That extremely famous sacred mountain villa, today, the whole village is full of vegetarian food.

A huge Zhuangzi is hung with white silk satin used in mourning, and everyone is dressed in linen, and the eyes are white.

It's a day, it's cloudy.

There was a drizzle, and the ground was hazy.

At the main entrance of the manor, the lord of the vassal king, who had already taken off the green-gold python robe, was dressed in linen and white, accompanied by dozens of servants in the house, holding an umbrella and standing quietly in the rain, waiting for the return of the last three children in the family.

In the rain, there were three people walking together, two women and one man were in a hurry, without an umbrella, and approached in the rain.

It was Ling Zhen, a young man in a green robe, Ling Yishui, who was dressed in a brand new white dress, and Ling Xiaoxiao, a woman in white.

The three of them walked quickly to the manor, and the old owner stepped forward to greet him, he wanted to ask about the battle situation of the Demon Sect, but when he saw that his eighth daughter Ling Xiaoxiao was completely different in appearance and figure, he showed an extremely surprised look, and Ling Pu asked in a trembling voice: "Xiaoxiao, how did you become like this......

Ling Xiaoxiao pushed away the umbrella that came over from Xia Rong, insisted on getting drenched in the rain, and said calmly: "Dad, don't worry about it so much first, I just want to know, what about my mother?" You tell me, where is my mother now?! ”

The King of the Shenyuan Domain, who was dressed in white linen, sighed and said in a deep voice: "It has been clearly written in that letter, your mother kisses her...... Already went. ”

Ling Xiaoxiao couldn't help herself, covered her mouth with her hand, took a step back, and endured without making a sound.

Ling Pu, the head of the Ling family, looked at his seventh daughter, Ling Yishui, and asked with a frown, "Yishui, where is your husband Jiang Hu?" Why didn't he come along? ”

Ling Yishui just blindly lowered his head, timidly refusing to raise his head, like a poor child who had done something wrong and was afraid of being punished by his father.

At this time, the young man in the green robe standing on the side opened his throat very rudely, and shouted loudly at Master Ling: "It's not because your authority as a great vassal king is too heavy and the coercion is too strong, that surnamed Jiang is as bold as a mouse, and he is so frightened by your old man that he doesn't dare to come!" ”

Hearing his son's words so weird, Ling Pu's face was slightly displeased, and he said, "Zhen'er, what do you mean?" Talking the other way? Whatever happened, be blunt."

Ling Zhen also refused to take an umbrella to hide from the rain, letting the rain fall on his face, he sneered a few times, and said slowly: "My seventh sister, she has been enduring Jiang Hu's domestic violence all these years, and she is miserable!" You Ling Pu have been kept in the dark from beginning to end, don't you think this thing is particularly ridiculous and ridiculous? ”

Ling Pu, the owner of the villa, was taken aback, glared and said, "Is there such a thing?!" ”

As the vassal king of the dynasty, he raised his eyebrows, and asked his seventh daughter, Ling Yishui, "Yishui, is your brother's truth?" Your husband...... Jiang Hu, that dog thief, has indeed bullied you so far? ”

Ling Yishui was silent for a moment, still lowered his head, and responded: "At first, half a year, Jiang Hu was pretty good to me, but then there was a quarrel between husband and wife, and I didn't say anything serious, he slapped me directly, and since then, almost three or two of them are going to beat me......"

Ling Zhen, the ninth son of the Ling family, pulled the corners of his mouth, squinted his eyes and said coldly: "You heard it all?" Domestic violence is such a thing, there will be a first offense, there will be countless offenses, in the past few years, my seventh sister has suffered so much on the territory of Beirao, you, the father who is the king of the domain, I don't know the slightest news, I really don't understand how you became this 'father'! ”

Ling Pu's brows were furrowed very tightly, he was the king of the feudal domain, he was particularly uneasy at the moment, and he knew that he was at a loss, but this son of his own, he could only calm his voice and said to his seventh daughter Ling Yishui: "Yi Shui, I have really suffered you in the past few years, don't worry, my father will definitely compensate you well in the future......"

"Seventh sister, you can still make up for it, what about my mother?"

Ling Zhen raised his voice and interrupted his father's words sharply, "After more than 30 years of marriage, you asked my mother to give birth to eight daughters and a son for you, hehe, if she hadn't given birth to so many children in her life, her body might not have been so bad, maybe she would have been able to have more than ten or twenty years!" In order to pass on the lineage, for the continuation of the Ling family's incense, my mother has to give birth to a son...... Ling Pu, are you at ease?! ”

In the end, the sentence that called the old farmer's life was particularly sonorous and powerful, and the words were clear and spit out.

As soon as these words came out, all the servants and subordinates present were all terrified, their chests were cold, and they were so frightened that their legs and stomachs trembled.

They all feel that these words are tantamount to rebellious words, which can really be called murderous and heart-wrenching.

In this world, someone really dares to say such a thing to the dignified Shenyuan Domain King?!

Even Ling Xiaoxiao and Ling Yishui, who were standing next to them, were quite shocked, they couldn't imagine that their younger brother would dare to question their father with such a rude attitude.

It's a bit ...... It's too much!

Obviously, after hearing this, King Ling was indeed very angry, his breathing became short, and his face was a little red.

Ling Pu, the lord of the village, widened his eyes and shouted angrily: "Presumptuous! Talking to your father, how can you be unruly like this, it's not a big deal?! ”

Ling Zhen squinted his narrow eyes, snorted coldly, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Dad, then you see, what I said, is there half a word wrong?" ”

The anger on Ling Pu's face decreased slightly, and he snorted heavily with his nose, "What's wrong?" Aside from the number of courtesies, do you have a conscience in your words? If it weren't for your mother giving birth to so many children, where would you be alive in this world? Can you still stand here and talk to me like that? ”

Ling Zhen, the ninth child of the Ling family, raised his head and laughed, and after laughing, he immediately stopped smiling, still with a gloomy face.

With the cyan robe on his body, he tilted his head slightly and stared into his father's eyes, "It's funny, father, twenty years ago, I begged you to give birth to me?" Isn't it that you and my mother gave birth to me without my consent at all? Since it is not my wish to be born, why do you talk about a bad conscience? If I could, I wish I had never been born, or I could exchange my life for my mother's life, let my mother come back to life, and lie down in that coffin by myself......"

Before the words fell, I heard a crisp "snap", and it was the old man Ling Pu who raised his hand and slapped his son in the face.

With this slap, Ling Pu didn't even use one-tenth of his strength, so that Ling Zhen was not seriously injured, but there was still a wisp of blood flowing down the corner of his mouth.

"I spoiled you so much in the past that I emboldened you to say such rebellious things!"

Ling Pu was furious and shouted, "Are you going to rebel?" Do you still have me as a father in your eyes?! ”

Ling Xiaoxiao saw that her father was already so angry, if she was thunderous, she was afraid that after the ninth brother was slapped by the palm, he would say something bastard in a fit of anger, and then it would really not end well.

She stretched out her hand in her heart, pulled Ling Zhen's arm a few times, leaned closer, and whispered: "It's almost okay, brother, apologize to Daddy." ”

Ling Zhen quickly wiped the blood stains from his mouth, his eyes were cold, he bowed down and bowed to his father as an apology, without saying a word, just like that, in the rain, he walked straight into the village.

Ling Xiaoxiao and Ling Yishui, the two women in white, both followed, and Sanrao's steps were very fast, leaving only the three hurried backs of the old owner Ling.

Ling Pu, the king of the great domain, looked back at his three sons and daughters, and stood dumbfounded, silent for a long time.

After the three of them disappeared completely, the owner sighed.

With this sigh, Ling Pu's eyes were completely dull, and his face was full of silence.

In a trance, he felt that he was several years old.

Ling Zhen was the leader, and Xiaoxiao and Yi Shui followed closely behind.

The three sisters and brothers of the Ling family, braving the rain, walked through the alley aisle covered with white silk and satin, and came to the specially designed "mourning hall" in the village.

In the hall, there is a pair of sandalwood coffins of the owner of the village, there are big wreaths on both sides, and there are dozens of guests who have come to mourn and come to mourn, all of whom bow their heads to show silent mourning, and the atmosphere is full of sadness, very solemn and solemn.

The word "mourning" hangs high above the west head, hangs the couplet left and right, and erects the sacrificial banner.

On the table top, the newly carved spiritual seat of the deceased is enshrined.

Yao Ying, the wife of Ling Pu, the king of the Shenyuan Domain, died of illness.

At the age of 59, less than half a moon is left before his upcoming 60th birthday.

In front of the coffin of the spirit card, there were six people kneeling neatly.

Wearing a vegetarian and a white scarf on his head, he is mourning for his deceased mother.

The eldest daughter, Ling Fengge, had no expression on her beautiful face, her eyes were wet and red, her lips were pursed, and she stared at her mother's spiritual plaque for a moment.

The second daughter was rebellious, the tallest, and she didn't have any words, she lowered her head, stared at the brazier, and burned paper money for her mother.

The third daughter, Ling Taohua, felt pain in her heart, like a long knife stirring her chest, so she cried the hardest, crying to the ground.

The fourth girl Ling Xing and the fifth girl Ling Bang hugged each other, hugging their heads and crying.

The sixth girl, Ling Youjun, also cried non-stop, but although the crying was loud, no tears fell, and she just howled.

Exactly the same, Ling Yishui and Ling Xiaoxiao, who were both dressed in white, the seventh and eighth daughters of the Ling family, knelt next to Ling Youjun after entering the hall.

The eight sisters of Lingmen, all dressed in white, knelt in a row facing the spiritual position.

There is only one "exception".

Only the ninth son, Ling Zhen, was alone, and he didn't have time to change into a filial piety linen robe, so he wore a cyan robe.

A little green in the white bushes is particularly conspicuous and eye-catching!

After Ling Yishui knelt down, he was incontinent with tears, and he whispered softly in his mouth, repeating the word "mother" over and over again.

Ling Xiaoxiao simply cried, as if her heart was broken, and she cried and shouted loudly: "Mother, you were fine before you went out, why are you no longer there as soon as you come back...... Mother, get up and take a look, I have become very strong now, and I am no longer the Ling Xiaoxiao I used to be! The boy didn't have time to do his filial piety to you, and you left too early......"

The son wants to raise, but the parent does not wait.

One of the saddest in the world!

Ling Zhen, who was dressed in a cyan robe, took out the reddish-pink famous sword Hong Mo from the ring, held it in his hand, walked forward slowly, and came to the coffin where Yao Ying's body was lying inside.

The corpse had not yet been sealed, and Ling Zhen was able to take one last look at his mother's familiar face.

Yao Ying died of illness for seven days.

His face was as white as powder, and there was no blood.

The cheeks were deeply sunken, the hands were stacked on the abdomen, and the whole person was lying quietly in the flowers

In the ears of the young people, listening to the cries of the sisters, sorrow came from them, and tears couldn't help but fall in their eyes.

Ling Zhen's tone choked up, and said: "Mother, I dreamed of you a few years ago, and you were still smiling at me in the dream, but unfortunately that dream was too short, it will be over in a while, bang, there is nothing left......"

"Oh yes, mother, do you know? I have prepared a birthday gift for you, it is a secondary sword box, smelted with Jinfeng stone, that box is beautiful, golden, you will definitely like it! When the time comes, put this red Mo of yours in it......"

Ling Zhen was already in tears, "Mother, wake up, my birthday gift hasn't been given out yet...... If you want to be so sleepy again, you won't be able to see your son start a family and start a business, and you won't be able to hold your grandson! Wake up and listen to the child, mother...... The child is reluctant to let you go, I knew that I wouldn't even see the last side, in the first place, I shouldn't have gone out of that door, I was so unfilial, why didn't I listen to you obediently......"

The house is full of sorrow and desolation.

The eight daughters and one son of the Ling family were all indoors, and their cries were moving.

The young man in the green robe knelt on the right side of the corpse, resting lightly on the edge of the coffin with one hand, his forehead against the wooden plank, he did not want his tears to drip into the coffin and pour on his mother's body.

Teardrops rolled down from his eyes and fell to the ground, Ling Zhen sobbed, and his words were in a thick nasal voice, crying while crying.

The more, the louder the cry becomes.

Not only him, but also the other eight Ling family sisters, all moved with Ling Zhen's words and sobs, and they were full of grief.

Just when everyone in the room was uncontrollable and crying, outside, a terrible voice suddenly sounded with extraordinary anger!

The roar of thunder seemed to fall from the sky from a high place.

Ling Xiaoxiao, the woman in white, seemed to notice something, and suddenly straightened up, as if facing a great enemy, her expression became extremely nervous.

Immediately, she rushed out of the door of the mourning hall at an extremely fast speed.

There was an old man in a green shirt, fighting with a sword alone, and set off the hundred-zhang sea water in the "Sea Palace", in a vain attempt to water the manor and flood the mansion building of the Shenyuan Domain!

The old man shouted loudly, and the sound spread to the ground, and every word was like thunder - "Ling Pu, you old horseman, what kind of turtle are you still shrunken now?" Get out of here! ”

The old man in the blue Confucian shirt wants to be alone, and he will overcome all obstacles and eliminate the depression and resentment that have accumulated in his chest for many years.

In this day and age, ask the sword the entire Shenshan Villa!