At night, the weather in Cangcheng has gradually cooled down, and at this time, the sky is dripping with light rain, which adds a bit of chill.

At this time, it was already three o'clock in the morning, and there were basically no pedestrians on the streets of the huge Cangcheng, except for the occasional dim candle flame in a few nightclubs swaying in the wind, which added a bit of gloom to the desolate winter night.

However, in a small courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion Yejiabao in Cangcheng, there was a completely different scene. The candles in the small courtyard were brilliant, but the door was closed, and a young man in Tsing Yi knelt outside the main entrance.

The cold rainy night, the brightly lit compound, the boy kneeling in the rain, and the occasional lightning bolt from the sky, such a scene makes people look particularly weird and different.

"Please make the Elders' Hall complete, and the night will be a cow and a horse for the rest of your life to repay the family......"

The young man in Tsing Yi stubbornly knelt on the ground, letting the rain fall on his head and body. But he didn't care about it at all, just kept bowing to the compound and shouting loudly.

The hoarse voice was unusually prominent in the silent night.

However!

The courtyard was quiet, and the door was still closed, as if it had never been heard. I saw the reflection of the candle flame, jumping and swaying on the window paper.

For a long time, for a long time!

The young man in Tsing Yi shouted hoarsely and crawled on the ground, as if asleep. Just looked up by chance, and the delicate face, washed by the rain, was extraordinarily pale. Under the light of the candle flame, his face was full of perseverance and sourness.

The door remained closed, silent.

It's raining, but it's getting heavier and heavier!

......

The sky had turned white, the rain had stopped, and the compound was full of remnants of the wind and rain.

The young man in Tsing Yi still knelt motionless on the ground, his slightly trembling body and the bloodshot in his slightly squinted eyes let people know that he was awake and still struggling to support himself.

Squeak!

The gate of the compound was finally opened.

Looking at the two middle-aged men standing at the door, the young man in Tsing Yi's eyes widened suddenly. The look of hope and longing in his eyes couldn't be more obvious. He squirmed his dry lips and wanted to say something, but he still didn't say anything, just bowed deeply to the two middle-aged men again.

"You kid, why are you so stubborn!

The two middle-aged men, both forty years old, are big names in Cangcheng and even in the God of War Mansion. One of them wore a gray robe, a high nose, eagle eyes, and a faint scar from the corner of his mouth to the root of his ear, his name was Yerong, and he was the deputy elder of the Yejia Torture Hall and a member of the Elders' House. The other wears a white robe, wears a red gold crown, holds a folding fan, looks like a merry scholar, called the night gun, is the deputy elder of the night family's battle hall, and is also the third son of the head of the night family.

At this time, it was the night gun that spoke, he shook his hand, put away the folding fan, and looked distressed and blamed, and was about to help the young man in Tsing Yi.

Unexpectedly, the young man didn't seem to appreciate it, and continued to kneel stubbornly, scribbling his dry lips, looking at the night gun in a daze, and said, "Three, third uncle?

"This?......" The white-faced scholar-like night gun shook his head, his face was a little gloomy, a little helpless, obviously the matter was not done.

"The night is light and cold, you don't have to kneel anymore, go back. At this time, Yerong, who was standing behind, picked up the conversation, his eagle-like eyes revealed a trace of cruelty, and the scar at the corner of his mouth looked even more hideous, and he said in an indifferent tone:

"Your mother was originally a famous Qinglou, and your father ransomed her and married her back to the night family despite the will of the public. This matter has already caused a big stir in the family and ruined the family momentum. The patriarch even wanted to expel your parents from the Ye family, but fortunately, the family was lenient and did not pursue it, but he did not recognize your mother as the daughter-in-law of the Ye family...... Then, your father was arrogant and went to the sacred mountain alone to hunt for treasure, and finally died of serious injuries, and the family did not treat your mother and son badly, and the monthly New Year's money was still distributed, otherwise you would have been living on the streets. ”

"Now that your mother is sick and dead, the family understands your filial piety and helps with the burial. But you don't know how to be grateful. He even asked that your mother be buried in the ancestral grave and buried with your father? I see that your head is burned and confused, right? The ancestral grave is the burial place of the ancestors of the Ye family. Your mother, a Qinglou girl, has not yet been recognized by the family, and she still wants to be buried in the ancestral grave? Quickly retreat, still making noise here, disturbing the elders, don't blame me for practicing clan law to you!"

"You ......"

Ye Qinghan was angry and angry, and suddenly stood up and glared at Elder Rong. Unexpectedly, because he knelt for too long and was drenched in the rain all night, the cold air entered his body, his body trembled for a while, his mind was dizzy, he almost fell, and he retreated several steps before standing firmly.

Yesterday you used despicable means to sneak up on Ye Qingxian and seriously injured him. Seeing that your mother has just died, the torture hall has pardoned your crimes. Today, you came to disturb the Elder Hall again, do you think that the Family Torture Hall will not dare to treat you?

"Haha! The family is really good to my mother and son, really good... Elder Rong, don't worry, I won't come to disturb your esteemed elders in the future, Elder Hall!haha......"

Ye Qinghan looked at Elder Yerong with a sneer on his face, and the third uncle with a helpless look on his face. laughed a few times, and his voice was soaked with desolation and loneliness. Looking up in a daze, he looked at the three magnificent characters of "Elders' Hall" on the gate of the compound for a long time, the corners of his mouth showed a slight hint of mockery, wiped the rain on his face, and turned his head to leave.

"Qinghan, the third uncle has tried his best, but your uncle Yejian and Elder Yerong have pressed hard, and the elders are also helpless, and the clan law has also broken the rules. Now, as long as you work hard to cultivate, break through to the Domination Realm before the age of sixteen, or summon a six-rank war beast during the Yanlong Festival, you can join the ranks of the core children of the family. When the time comes, I will make a statement to the Elders' Hall, and at that time, I will hopefully let you fulfill the last wish of your second sister-in-law......"

Forehead!

The night was cold, and an inaudible voice sounded in his ears, which was the transmission of the third uncle's night gun. He turned his head and nodded gratefully at the Night Gun, disappearing into the morning mist.

......

Yejiabao is the city lord's mansion of Cangcheng, and the residence of the direct line and core children of the night family. It covers an area of hundreds of acres, with dozens of large and small courtyards, and looks like a small palace from a distance.

The castle is divided into the east courtyard and the west courtyard, and all the high-rise houses of the night family usually live in the west courtyard. The eastern courtyard was occupied by some guards and subordinates.

In the east courtyard of the fort, there is an independent small courtyard, and next to the courtyard is a field miscellaneous house, which is obviously not inhabited by important people of the Ye family.

The morning fog gradually thickened, but the small courtyard was still burning dim candles, the white mist and the red candlelight penetrated each other, and the faint sound of the girl crying in the courtyard made this place particularly mysterious and weird.

A black figure in the thick fog gradually walked towards this side and walked straight into the small courtyard.

The courtyard hall is not very big, more than 20 square meters, the clutter inside has been removed, only a large black coffin is erected in the center of the hall, and a girl next to it is kneeling and burning money paper.

The girl looks like she is fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed in pure white filial piety clothes, tightly tied to her body, delicate and small facial features, her skin is whiter than snow, her hair is like green silk, and there are two faint tears on her face, which adds a bit of the charm of Chuchuyi.

When the girl saw someone coming in, she hurriedly tidied up her clothes, wiped the tears on her face, stood up, and saw a young man in Tsing Yi staggering in, his figure full of loneliness and gloom. Tears fell like rain, and they cried softly:

"Brother!"

The person who came was Ye Qinghan, who heard his sister's crying cry in the night, and looked at his sister's haggard and thin face. He couldn't help but wipe the corners of his eyes, straightened his waist, and forcibly pulled himself together.

walked over and took his sister's whispering hand. Picked up the incense and candles on the ground, lit them, knelt on the ground, and bowed three times together. Then he motioned for his sister to continue burning paper for his mother, while he himself knelt in front of the coffin in a daze.

"The child is not filial, and he has failed to fulfill his mother's last wish, so he can only bury his mother in Xishan and hope that his mother'......s soul will rest in peace!

As he spoke, the depression and loneliness on Ye Qinghan's body gradually disappeared, replaced by a resolute and resolute face.

After a long time, he seemed to remember something, stood up, picked up the bowl of wine on the ground, twisted it hard, and pulled a piece out of the bowl, raised his left hand, and slashed it with the bowl, and immediately blood spilled on the ground. He only frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice:

"The sky is proof, today I swear by the cold at night, in my lifetime, I will work hard all my life to worship my parents' spiritual position in the Holy Spirit Hall of the Divine City, and be worshiped by ten thousand people every year, if it is violated, there is such a bowl!"

After speaking, Ye Qinghan used his five fingers hard, and grabbed half of the bowl into powder. The white pieces of the bowl fell to the ground, stained with blood on the ground, red and white, and it was so shocking.

"Ah......h

The night whisper next to him shouted, swearing before the spirit! But it is the most solemn oath in the Yanlong Continent. The spiritual position is worshiped in the Holy Spirit Hall of the Divine City, which is the highest honor in the Yanlong Continent, and only those who have made great contributions to the continent or the super strong are qualified to worship. Brother, he's ...... This is to push yourself to a dead end.

Ye Qinghan shook his head, and actually laughed, with a kind of tragic and resolute temperament, through the door, looking into the distance, and said in a deep voice:

"Hehe, since they don't even let a small ancestral tomb in, for fear of polluting the ancestral tomb. So...... I will gamble my life and spend my whole life worshipping my parents' spiritual seat in the Holy Spirit Church, enjoying the glory of ten thousand people worshipping, and I also want you to worship together every year......"

The childish voice was sonorous and powerful, and it spread into the distance through the small courtyard.

In the distance, the morning sun is breaking through the morning fog and rising.