"Whew, Whew, Whew"

The footsteps are not heavy, as if they are ringing in the heart, shaking and trembling!

Yang Qing and the three of them leaned against the wooden door and did not dare to move, it was the limit to be able to hide in the ancestral hall at the last moment, not to mention that the brass lock was locked on the iron bolt outside the door in the room.

"Hey, Brother Liang, Brother Liang"

A low voice came from outside the door, and the hearts of Yang Qing and the three of them tightened, as if they were being vigorously clenched by a palm.

"What's the matter, can you afford to wake up the master's house?" a deliberately suppressed reprimand!

"Brother Liang, why does this feel so weird?"

"What's weird, if you dare to speak, you'll be left alone to patrol a route"

A group of patrol guards whispered a few words, and then left the ancestral hall to inspect other places.

When there was no sound, Ye Lingfei's mother and daughter dared to breathe a sigh of relief, and the cold sweat had already wet their clothes.

Gently push the door open a gap, put the brass lock at the threshold, Yang Qing has to lock the wooden door, otherwise as soon as the day dawns, as long as someone takes a look in this direction, they will find the abnormality, after gently closing the wooden door, squatting on the ground and releasing the dark qi along the gap between the wooden doors with the pluto stone that has been wrapped in layers of robes.

If you want to hold up the brass lock that weighs one tael, the Qi Refining Cultivator wants to do it very easily, and you can use the True Yuan to cast a spell. Yang Qing refining his body, and his strength at this time only relied on the spirit qi in the Soul Stone.

However, after all, the aura in the Soul Stone is a foreign object, and it cannot be done as desired, let alone use spells. All that can be done is to hold up the brass lock with a large amount of spiritual energy, like a breeze blowing its fallen leaves.

The dark qi continued to pour out, and the strength of the divine consciousness continued to increase, and a palm-sized black, blue, yellow and other mixed clouds had formed at the threshold, and as the dark qi seeping through the crack in the door merged, the variegated clouds gradually condensed.

"Get up!" Yang Qing frowned, and drank coldly in his heart, the variegated clouds wrapped the brass lock and fluttered upward, swaying, the clouds seemed to be about to disperse, and the brass lock fell from time to time to break free from the shackles of the variegated clouds.

"Rise!" Divine consciousness gushed out frantically at the center of his eyebrows, and his godless eyes stared at the crack in the door, and the two sword eyebrows were about to touch one place.

As the divine consciousness gushed out, the ability to indulge the spiritual qi was enhanced, and at this time, all the divine consciousness had poured out, and only a wisp was separated to check the location of the iron bolt. Variegated clouds shakily wrapped around the brass locks and rose slowly.

After rising less than a foot away, Yang Qing's resolute face was already bloodless, and then every inch of rise, a layer of fine beads of sweat would ooze from his forehead, and the floating variegated clouds had wisps of dark qi to escape.

Ye Lingfei's mother and daughter looked at Yang Qing with a blank face at a loss, wanting to reach out to help but didn't know how to do it.

Yang Qing didn't feel the anxiety of the two, he didn't think about it, his body stood up from time to time with the rise of the brass lock, his movements were slow and trembling, and when the brass lock rose to the iron bolt, Yang Qing's face was already white, sweat flowed down his forehead like a white line, and his body trembled like a sifting chaff.

The brass lock shook its direction and moved sideways against the hole in the iron bolt.

"Ding"

The brass lock shook so loudly that it nearly shook the motley clouds away from the iron bolt.

"Hmph!" Yang Qing snorted in his mouth, as if he had suffered a heavy blow, his face was pale and would not change anymore, and sweat was dripping on the ground.

This time, the brass lock moved against the iron bolt.

"Whew!"

The brass lock rubbed against the iron bolt hole with a slight sound, and it was already hung up!

As soon as the variegated clouds loosened, the pressure was much less, and after a slight pause, all the divine consciousness was concentrated in one place and suddenly exerted force.

"Click!" There was a soft crisp sound, and the brass lock was locked! The variegated clouds lost their restraints and turned into wisps of dark qi and dissipated.

"Whew!"

Yang Qing let out a long breath of hot air, his pale face was flushed, his exposed skin was hidden with extremely faint tiger stripes, his eyes were closed, he sat on the ground against the wooden door, his chest twitched like a bellows, and the black samurai suit was already soaked with sweat.

With the vigorous breathing, the faint tiger stripes disappeared, and this time he locked the door with his indulging spirit, and he was even more tired than after a big battle.

"Brother Qing, how are you" Ye Lingfei said softly with a crying voice, her slender arms supporting Yang Qing's waist that was no longer straight, and wiping the layer of sweat on her slightly rough face with her sleeves.

Yang Qing's eyes were tightly closed, and the world spun around, and he raised his arm and gently patted Ye Lingfei's emaciated shoulder to show that it was okay, and the softness that stuck to his chest was no longer able to taste it.

Ye Lingfei had never seen Yang Qing with such an expression, she was at a loss, ignoring the [***] three or four inches of short hair, she hugged Yang Qing's tired face into her chest, she had no choice but to make Yang Qing lie more comfortable.

The thin fabric could not stop the soft touch, the cheeks rubbed inadvertently, the pale lips arched, touching the softness, greedily inhaling the faint fragrance, and unconsciously, he had fallen asleep deeply.

The neckline of Ye Lingfei's plain silk robe was messy and loose, the snow-white bandeau had been loosened, the pink breasts were squeezed out by the pale cheeks, and the pale lips unconsciously fluttered, rubbing against the smooth skin.

An indescribable itch hit his heart, his snow-white neck turned crimson, and his slender arms couldn't help but hug him tighter, holding the sleeping Yang Qing delicately in this half-kneeling and half-sitting position.

Li Mengjie did not stop or disturb the two, but stood in place and looked at the middle of the ancestral hall in a daze, a sandalwood offering table three zhang wide, with steps like an extension, and slowly moved forward, looking at the tablet with the last position of 'Ye Hao, the tenth generation head of the Ye family', with a faint light.

Footsteps rang out from time to time outside the ancestral hall, and the two of them turned from fear to adaptation. As the cold crescent moon moved in the starry sky, the moonlight sprinkled into the ancestral hall gradually thinned, and Ye Lingfei's mother and daughter couldn't help but get tired.

The half-kneeling and half-sitting posture made the delicate knees ache hard, the slender waist and slender legs were abnormally sore, Yang Qing, who was attached to the pink breasts, gradually returned to normal, Ye Lingfei was gradually relieved, her beautiful eyes widened slightly and endured sleepiness, and her delicate body involuntarily tilted to the side.

Li Mengjie held Ye Hao's foot-long crimson tablet in her arms, her head resting on the tablet and looking to the side, her godless beautiful eyes gradually closed.

I don't know when, Ye Lingfei was already lying in Yang Qing's arms, the marble polished and smooth ground could not bring him coolness, and Yang Qing fell to the ground and still did not wake up.

The darkness before dawn passed, and the dawn came, and the darkness in the ancestral hall faded away.

Yang Qing's complexion returned to normal, and when the darkness was almost dispelled, Yang Qing was in a trance, feeling that his right hand was full of softness, and the rough palm swam, kneading gently, the smooth and soft touch made Yang Qing reluctant to let go.

Consciousness regained, kneading the soft right hand stopped abruptly, his eyes opened and he was blazing, looking down at the delicate body lying in his arms, the delicate face was written with peace of mind, smelling the light fragrance, looking at his right hand, I don't know when he had reached the pink breast, the plump chest was flushed crimson.

Yang Qing's breathing stagnated, his fingers couldn't help but stir the red, his palms were rubbing greedily, he lowered his head and put his lips on the seductive red lips, and the strength of his hands couldn't help but increase.

"Hmm......" The slightly painful dream woke Yang Qing up.

Stopping the movement, slowly moving his hand away, and then looking at the pink chest and abdomen leaving a faint red mark, Yang Qing blamed himself in his heart, and gently helped him sort out his clothes. He didn't get up and hugged his soft delicate body and looked at the ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall is a single pavilion, from the outside the length and width of about 10 zhang, a three-story structure, while from the inside, there is only one floor, the roof is about 4 zhang from the ground, hanging nine hangers with 100 candlesticks each.

There are several portraits of people on the walls of the ancestral hall, only one woman, and the rest are men, which should be the ancestors of the Ye family. In the middle of the ancestral hall is a place with a width of three zhang and a length of about four zhang. The offering table with an extended staircase is about four feet from the ground, and the 100-step staircase extends to a height of three feet. More than 100 tablets are placed from high to low.

In front of the offering table were more than a dozen neatly arranged yellow futons, and Li Mengjie sat on the futon, holding a tablet in her arms and falling asleep.

If she didn't wake up her mother and daughter, her heartstrings were tense, and she couldn't sleep peacefully for two nights.

The divine consciousness went out, and after trying his best to hold up the brass lock last night, the divine consciousness has not increased, but the indulgence of the divine consciousness is a step stronger, and the entire ancestral hall is swept away, looking for the ring that represents the identity of the ancestral head of the family.

The Divine Consciousness Sweep found that the roof, ground, offering table, tablet, tablet, futon, doors and windows in the ancestral hall have been prohibited, which can not only prevent dust, but also prevent the exploration of the divine sense.

In the huge ancestral hall, wherever the ring is hidden, there is a possible surname, and it has even been taken away by Ye Hua. If the latter happens, the situation will be worse, thinking of this, my heart can't help but be anxious, looking at the delicate face in my arms, I can't bear to wake it up, I can only wait patiently.

The pitch-black eyelashes curled upward, the delicate nose fluttered slightly, and the outward red lips did not feel bored while waiting.

The sky was bright, the footsteps of the outside patrol disappeared, and the sound of the Ye family's children going out was heard, and there was no darkness in the ancestral hall, and Ye Lingfei's mother and daughter woke up one after another.

The ancestral hall was cool, the three of them slept for half a night, except for the hair bun and robe were slightly messy, but they didn't feel uncomfortable, Ye Lingfei tidied up her clothes, felt the strangeness on her chest, glanced at her shyly, and looked at Yang Qing with a complicated expression on the side, and the lotus step moved lightly, walking towards Li Mengjie with a sad face.

Ye Hao's tablet made Ye Lingfei cry bitterly, covering her lips with her slender hands, and also covering her crying, Yang Qing's expression was heavy, watching Ye Lingfei kowtow to the tablet put back on the offering table with rain, not knowing how to persuade.

Hiding here, not a single stick of incense can be supplied. Li Mengjie knelt on the side and comforted softly.

Yang Qing walked slowly around the ancestral hall, his face was solemn, and his divine sense couldn't find the location of the ring, so he could only rummage everywhere!