Chapter 651: Qing Yao cried and mourned

Sect Master Ji frowned and said: "Ying'er is lazy by nature, she doesn't like to practice, she only likes to play, and she has been afraid of pain since she was a child. How painful is the sword qi entering the body? To say that he himself will practice the sword qi cultivation method, but I don't believe it. ”

When Ji Xuande heard this, he shook his heart and secretly exclaimed: "Oops, I didn't take this into account." ”

"If no one persuaded him, no one provoked him, he shouldn't have practiced that. However, when I asked the guards, no one visited him. That's weird. ”

Ji Xuande frowned and asked, "Father, did you tell him anything before he went into retreat?"

Sect Master Ji muttered, "What I told him at the time was my agreement with the Peak Lords and the Supreme Elders. ”

Ji Xuande said tentatively: "Could it be that the junior brother is worried that his cultivation is not as good as others, so he is in a hurry?"

Sect Master Ji was silent.

Ji Xuande said to himself again: "If someone plots against the younger brother, who will it be? Who has the ability to enter the ancestral land quietly?"

The guards of the ancestral land are very powerful, and there are four elders guarding there!

Coupled with the terrifying formations all over the ancestral land, even Sect Master Ji didn't dare to guarantee that he would be able to sneak into the ancestral land without being discovered.

Sect Master Ji pondered: "It's not good, it's my agreement that killed him." ”

In his mind, if the second son was killed by someone, it was definitely the hands of those who plotted against Yu Qingyao.

Because, with that agreement, Ji Yingde is the biggest obstacle to marrying Yu Qingyao.

After killing Ji Yingde, the one-year covenant of the sect master will be invalidated.

Ji Yingde died, and Yu Qingyao's husband had to be selected from among the true disciples. Then their chances will be greatly increased.

Ji Xuande nodded and said, "Father, don't blame yourself too much. In my opinion, it must be Yingde who doesn't know the severity and cultivates evil skills indiscriminately, which kills him. ”

Sect Master Ji glanced at his son and said lightly: "I'm not the kind of person who feels guilty about killing my son because of my own mistakes. ”

Ji Xuande Khan hurriedly said: "That's good!"

Sect Master Ji sighed and said, "Yingde, I deliberately raised it crookedly, what I'm afraid of is that he will use my power to fight with you." The more he becomes unsuccessful, the more I dote on him and develop his lawless temperament. I always thought that one day, he would be killed by the enemy outside. Unexpectedly, he went to the Demon Garden, and his temperament changed greatly, and I admired his prodigal son's return, but I was faintly a little uneasy. Now that he's dead, I'm lost, sad, and relieved at last. ”

When Ji Xuande heard this, he was greatly moved.

Sect Master Ji sighed: "It's a pity that he hasn't been able to give birth to a child yet. ”

If Ji Yingde has a son, Sect Master Ji will definitely receive him and teach him well.

Ji Xuande also sighed: "Yes!"

"Still, I'm going to find out, and if someone harms my son, and I don't know, isn't it a joke. ”

Ji Xuande's heart tightened, and he lowered his head and said, "Yes!

Sect Master Ji said slowly: "I'll leave this matter to you." You are his brother, although he is often naughty with you on weekdays, at this time, you should remember that he is your brother after all!"

Ji Xuande's heart fell again, and he said in a deep voice: "Yes! Father, I will definitely try my best to investigate!"

Sect Master Ji nodded and said, "You go to the pillar incense in front of the spirit, and take one last look at him!"

Ji Xuande's eyes were red, and he choked up: "Well, father, I'm going!"

Sect Master Ji waved his hand, and Ji Xuande walked out of the study.

When he came to the mourning hall, seeing that Mrs. Ji was still crying, Ji Xuande frowned and persuaded: "Madam, please mourn and change!"

When Mrs. Ji saw him, she stared at him with red eyes, gritted her teeth, and didn't say a word.

Ji Xuande was inexplicably a little weak-hearted, nodded at her, and went to incense. He was not born to this lady, and when this lady entered the door, he had already set up his own door. To this lady, he has always been only a face-to-face friendship. Since this Mrs. Ji has a son, Ji Yingde has always looked for fault with him when he grows up, and the friendship between the two is even more gone, so it's okay if he doesn't turn his face directly.

Mrs. Ji didn't respond, and Ji Xuande was too lazy to find himself bored. He didn't really take this lady seriously, either.

After serving incense, Ji Xuande called his wife and asked her to accompany his wife to receive the female guests who came to the door to mourn, and he went to the front to greet the guests.

The young lady didn't know what to do, but she was a little sad. Thinking that she could no longer force Yu Qingyao to marry Ji Yingde, she was even more disappointed, and shed a few tears in front of the spirit.

However, most of these tears were shed for themselves.

Mrs. Ji saw that the young lady was really sad and crying, but she doubted her judgment a little.

As soon as her son died, the first thing she suspected was Ji Xuande.

The news of Ji Yingde's death spread quickly throughout the Thirty-six Peaks, and the high-level leaders of the sect were rushing to mourn one after another.

The sect master's son is dead, don't you hurry up to the door to comfort the sect master, do you still want to continue to mix in the Fushan Sect?

Many people can't afford to go if they want to!

Yu Qingyao rushed back to Yunmengju, bathed and changed clothes, and changed into a snow-white dress.

Then, with red eyes, she rushed to the Ji Mansion with the same white guards and retinue.

When he arrived at the door, when he saw Ji Xuande, who was also white, Yu Qingyao jumped up in tears, and was about to throw himself into his arms, but stopped suddenly.

When Ji Xuande saw her pounce, he was happy and worried.

If Yu Qingyao behaved extremely close to him at this time, it was likely to arouse suspicion.

Seeing that she didn't fall into his arms, Ji Xuande was glad and a little disappointed.

Yu Qingyao choked up and said, "You tell me, it's not true. ”

Ji Xuande sighed and said melancholy: "Yingde has indeed unfortunately passed away, don't be too sad." ”

When Yu Qingyao heard this, tears couldn't stop flowing down the ground, and said, "I don't believe it, I want to see him with my own eyes." ”

So saying, she ran inside.

Ji Xuande was not at ease and hurriedly followed.

The nearby guests met and mysteriously exchanged glances with each other.

Many guests didn't know that Yu Qingyao, who had been in the limelight recently, had a relationship with Ji Yingde, and when they saw this scene, they immediately gossiped.

Yu Qingyao rushed to the mourning hall, where there were already white flags and white tents, and hundreds of guests had gathered in the mourning hall.

Their expressions were sad and sad, as if they had died of their loved ones.

A group of female guests were comforting Mrs. Ji, who was still crying, and Mrs. Ji Shao knelt aside and returned the salute to the guests.

There was a jade coffin in the middle of the mourning hall, and when she saw the jade coffin and the spiritual position, Yu Qingyao screamed as if she had been struck by lightning: "Yingde, why did you go?"

The guests heard the shouts and turned their heads to look.

Yu Qingyao staggered onto the jade coffin and cried: "Yingde, I'm here, you get up and see me!"

And all the people were sweating when they heard this.

Ji Yingde is really going to get up, that is to cheat the corpse. They were about to destroy him.

When Mrs. Ji saw her and saw her so sad, she immediately triggered a pain in her heart, and couldn't help crying: "Qingyao, you're here!"

Yu Qingyao cried: "Madam, he's not dead, right? You're all lying to me, right?"

When Mrs. Ji heard this, she burst into tears, but she couldn't answer.

Deep down, she didn't think it was just a hoax.