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The ancestral hall of the Ye family, as well as the mountain forest and grave mound near the left, have not been found to be related to the Ye Yu family. This trip is to bury the remains of his husband and wife, and it would be regrettable if the ancestral grave of the Ye family could not be found.

A child came over wiping his nose, and two earth dogs followed and sprinkled joy. He handed over the remaining fruit in his hand, causing the little guy to jump up with joy, and Lin Yi continued to walk. Coming to the head of the village under an old tree, he talked a few words with two old men basking in the sun, and then came to a ruined wall at the end of the village.

The house, which had fallen into disrepair for a long time, was in ruins, overgrown with weeds, and looked desolate. Next to this is a small dilapidated courtyard. A woman with a face full of vegetables happened to walk out of the courtyard door, and suddenly saw a strange Taoist, and she was so frightened that she shuddered, and with a "snap", a clay pot fell into pieces.

"Ah!" exclaimed, and the woman was about to pick up the pot, but when she noticed that she had behaved in a way that was unprepared in front of outsiders, she panicked for a moment, and did not know what to do. But the young Taoist walked over, and when she was about to turn around and avoid it, the other party opened his mouth-

"This sister-in-law, I don't know if there is such a person as Ye Laoquan on your ancestor?"

After asking a word, Lin Yi stopped. He learned from the old man at the head of the village that not all the residents of Yejiaji were surnamed Ye, and it was really not easy to find a person more than 200 years ago. For example, the family at the end of the village is extinct, and there is no way to know who its ancestors are.

Ye Yu is the only son in the family, his father and mother died, he went out to cultivate and did not return, but he is not out of the house. With this in mind, Lin Yi came to the end of the village, and when he saw the panicked woman, he inevitably had to ask more. Perhaps, Ye Laoquan still has uncles and brothers who are inheriting the incense of the Ye family!

The woman was twenty-five or sixteen years old, and her body was a little weak. Hearing someone ask, she leaned against the courtyard door and hurriedly bowed, but shook her head blankly.

Smiling helplessly, Lin arched his hand, signaled that there was more disturbance, and then wanted to turn around and leave. But the woman said behind her: "According to my man, this neighbor is surnamed Ye, but because there is no descendant to take care of it, the good house is in ruins. Also, Yejiaji is divided into front and back villages. This is the ...... of the back village"

The former village of Yejiaji is the place where the surname Ye gathers. And the two old men at the entrance of the village did not explain this, thinking that they had gone to the wrong place. Lin thanked him one by one, and suddenly asked curiously: "This ruined person is surnamed Ye?" I don't know if your eldest brother is here, so I can ask for advice or two!"

Her expression darkened, and the woman was touched by Lin Yi's words, and tears flowed down her face. She pulled up her sleeve and wiped it, and said, "I'm not afraid of this Taoist chief's jokes, my man has a lawsuit!"

Lin Yi was slightly stunned, looked at the dilapidated courtyard in front of him, and wondered, this is obviously a poor family, how can there be a lawsuit!

The young Taoist in front of the meeting was gentle and polite, and the woman's heart was a little calm. She owed her body and said, "The Taoist chief doesn't need to be like this, it's my family's man's life, and I can't blame others for ......."

Although this woman was miserable, she still had the helplessness to obey her fate. It can be seen that this is a person with a docile temperament but also a virtuous person. Lin Yi comforted casually: "If your eldest brother behaves properly, in the future, the government will let him turn around and reunite your family......

"The chief of the Inheritance Path is auspicious!" the woman sighed and whispered, "...... But the man in my family is honest and honest, but he was forcibly dragged into several murders by the government, and I am afraid that he will not be able to come back!"

"Oh!" Lin Yi groaned, and said, "You might as well tell me about it......"

The woman's man's surname was Qi, and he was called Kuroko. When he went to the county seat to sell mountain goods, he was locked up by the official officials, saying that it was related to the murder.

Qi Heizi is black and strong, but he is illiterate, and his heart and eyes are upright. After being fooled by the servants several times, he thought that he could go home after drawing a confession on the confession. Unexpectedly, the government determined that the main culprit was brought to justice and put him on death row. And his woman, the country woman who spoke to Lin Yi, did not understand and did not dare to seek the theory of the government, so she had no idea under the fright, so she had to stay at home alone, and prayed that her man could return safely as soon as possible.

After comforting the woman a few more words, Lin Yi took his leave and left. Across the road is the former village of Yejiaji. After visiting several old people and borrowing the genealogy of the surname Ye, he still found the names of Ye Laoquan and his son Ye Yu behind a single branch of the surname Ye. But no one knows where the ancestral grave of the Ye family is.

He had personally promised Ye Yu that he would send him and his Qiao'er home, but he couldn't bury him with his father and mother, and Lin Yi felt that he had a burden. A seemingly simple and easy thing to implement is quite difficult.

The immortal went to heaven and earth, but he could do anything, and he walked slowly towards the entrance of the village, looking quite helpless.

It seems that the remains of Ye Yu and his wife can only be buried on the mountain near the left. Thinking so, when he was not far from the entrance of the village, Lin Yi turned to follow the ridges and walked between the ridges. A few miles away, there is a mountain dozens of feet high.

In the middle of winter, the ridges are yellow, and the eyes are desolate. Occasionally, one or two winter birds are alarmed, fly up among the grass, and disappear into the fields in the distance. Lin Yi, who was walking, suddenly slowed down, and set his eyes on the three carriages running on the official road. It is not surprising that the car was beautifully decorated and should have been owned by a large family. What was surprising was an old man sitting in the carriage in front.

The old man was in the warm carriage with his eyes closed, and he looked comfortable. There were also two young maidservants on the side, holding a stove and a fruit box in their hands, and they behaved diligently and attentively. This is clearly the posture of a rich family's travel, and on the official road, such a situation is not unusual, but Lin Yi's eyes still flashed a trace of surprise.

The old man's pretense was that of a rich man, but he was clearly a monk, although he deliberately concealed the spiritual power on his body, he couldn't hide Lin Yi's magic eyes. A monk is hidden in the mundane world, and he is afraid that he will have some kind of fame. Because this is still a monk in the early days of foundation building. In addition, his appearance does not look unfamiliar, and he may still be an old man. But Lin Yi's brows were furrowed, and his expression looked a little gloomy.

In the two carriages that followed, there was a middle-aged man sitting in each, both dressed as rich people, and there were servant girls waiting for him. These are two Qi cultivators, the spiritual power fluctuations on their bodies are like nothing, and the method of hiding and hiding is exactly the same as the old man in front. However, the aura of these two people was disgusting.

Three carriages followed each other, forty or fifty miles away, was a county seat. Lin Yi retracted his gaze, his brows were still shallow and he continued to walk forward. When it walked into a dry ditch, it suddenly lost its figure.

This is an ordinary small county town named Ji County. Inside the old and low city walls, there are thousands of households, shops of all kinds, and, of course, government yamen and prisons.

There is a courtyard behind the county office, which is messy and dirty, and even on a cold winter day, there are bursts of inexplicable peculiar smells. This is where the prison of Ji County is located. And the room in the courtyard where someone is alone is on death row. The doors of these cells were made of arm-thick bars, and inside were unclothed men curled up in the corners, shivering with hunger and cold.

At sunset, when it was time to eat in the prison, several men in disheveled clothes and stains walked in, carrying a steaming wooden barrel behind them. Some of them slapped the steel knife at their waists, shouted angrily, and in the fence around the courtyard, they couldn't wait to stretch out their hands holding broken bowls and pots, waving weakly.

On death row, there were three men in shackles and leg cuffs, all of whom were unkempt. A cold wind hit, and the three of them shrank together.

One of them casually threw the clay basin in his hand aside, smacked his mouth, touched his shriveled belly, and scolded hatefully: "Gruel is like water, there is only one bowl, it is not easy to mix water and be full, isn't this the heart to starve to death Uncle I! The ...... of the dog day" The man raised his head, revealing a dirty face with a scar, and his eyes flashed a little angry. He stretched out his hand to the person opposite, and said arrogantly: "Qi Heizi of the dog day, send the porridge, the uncle is still hungry!"

Qi Heizi, as his name suggests, is a face of dirt and blood, and he looks tortured. His hands and feet were thick, and he originally had strong bones, but at this time, he was hunched on his back, and he looked very weak.

Qi Heizi, who was carefully drinking gruel, hurriedly put his arm to protect the clay pot in his arms after hearing the sound. He glared and said, "I'm still hungry......

The other person who was huddled in the corner, with a dry appearance, was sticking out his scarlet tongue, licking the soup on the clay pot, and did not forget to sneer at the two people: "The dying person is not afraid of the pain of the knife and axe, and he is still fighting for food, which is really beastly!"

"Willow coffin, you dog-like thing, don't you owe a beating......" The man with the scar scolded, and then got up with a bone, regardless of the heavy shackles on his body, kicked at the person who spoke fiercely, and then turned over and sat down and covered his ears tightly, and then a sharp howl resounded through the prison—

"Oh——! Jiang Yang thief has killed someone! Tong Scar has killed someone and escaped from prison——!"

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ps: I went to get two bottles of intravenous drip last night, and today is slightly better, thank you for your concern about 1102 and all book friends......