Chapter 1: Ancestral ancestor

Shenwu thirteen years.
There was a spring rain on both sides of Luoshui, and the gods all bloomed overnight.
The time is approaching the evening, and the sunset in the twilight is accompanied by the sunset glow, the colorful scenery of the entire Luoyang City, the riverside, the painting parade, and the songs overflow.
The sky is getting darker, and the rivers are gradually starting to light up. The gods of this season are not closing the gates until three o'clock in the afternoon. The bustle and bustling night market will last until late at night. At this moment, shortly after dinner, most of the people flowed from the home to the night market, the broth, the restaurant and the riverside paintings.
Next to the road is a woven lantern, the river is an inexhaustible fire, the vendors are screaming loudly, the juggling artists are screaming at the lions, and the broth of the broth is constantly coming.
The leaf was sitting in a dilapidated double sedan chair, looking at the scene around him, feeling his tender arms, his eyes stunned with shock and confusion.
"When did you become a teenager?"

Here is the world?

"Is Luoyang at the foot?"
As the night fell, the hustle and bustle of Luoyang City reached its apex. I don’t know which of the young masters had nothing to do. He fired the fireworks, and Xu smiled for the Bomei people. In the air, a large and beautiful fireworks rises, the flames flicker and disappear, and the leaves lack of heads to look at the stars, and a bright moon quietly reveals in the clouds.
"Every song and dance is flat."
"A little demon can't feel it."

Don't the demon have been evacuated?

The gods are in Luoyang, and the criss-crossing avenues are connected with alleys in all directions, and the fragrant cars are flowing. The princes and princes of the nobles and nobles each occupy the luxury and luxury of the mansion, the jade and the gallop, the golden whip and the dragon, the dragon with the canopy, the phoenix with the tassel.
"The son, the generals arrived." A dull male voice came from the sedan chair.
"Generals!" Hearing these three words, Ye Xiao's face finally changed, and confirmed a fact, an incredible fact.
He may have really returned to his teenage years and returned to his 100s.
Just like a dream.
The moment before, I was still fighting with the Wan Yao in the fairy world. This moment I went back to Luoyang a hundred years ago.
Standing in the capital of Luoyang, in front of the gate of the generals, the leaves lacked emotion.
The lack of leaves, the nickname 戮 修 修 修, is the genius of Shenwu in the forty-three years from the Qingqiu Jianmen flying to the fairy world, vertical and horizontal three circles for decades, the battle is invincible. When the Wanxue Legion sneaked into the Three Realms, Ye missed a single sword and killed the demon three thousand six. He was known as the idol of the young generation of the fairyland.
It is such a heroic figure, who can think that in this Luoyang City, there was a naked humiliation in this general army, and the reason was because he was an illegitimate child, only because some people suspected that he was fighting for power.
In fact, the lack of leaves since childhood, the mother lived in the country, the mother hoped that he could return to the generals to recognize the ancestors before his death, in order to return to Luoyang.
Standing in front of the generals of the high-ranking generals, the leaves are missing, do you still enter? When I first came here, I felt that everything around me was so spectacular, pavilions, green trees, servants, and armored guards everywhere. At that time, I was somewhat inferior and a little scared. I was more happy because I thought that I would be my own home in the future. I also have a father. Even I have the opportunity to become a general in the future.
There was not much silver leaf shortage. After coming to Luoyang, he also hired a sedan chair, thinking about being as decent as possible, and even bragging with the bearer that he was the son of the general.
Imagination is beautiful, but reality is terrible. I don't welcome myself here.
"Is the illegitimate child still wanting to recognize the ancestors?"
"Day dreaming!"
Looking back now, it’s really ridiculous. Everyone and myself are sitting on the ground.
"Tread on step!"
A rush of horseshoes rang, and a group of iron riders came from the corner. The leader was a star-browed brother, riding a high-headed horse, followed by seven or eight fully armed cavalry.
Raise, stop, dismount.
In addition to the front of the son, the rest of the cavalry movements are uniform, can be seen is definitely not a general city guards, these people have been on the battlefield, drinking blood.
"Whose is the sedan chair, why is it in front of my general's house?" The son of the son waved his golden whip and turned around the unemployed sedan chair. In his opinion, such a tattered sedan chair, How is it not like a guest who can enter the military office.
The lack of leaves does not speak, he is still immersed in the memories, just returned to the juvenile, the memory in his mind and the surrounding environment are still in a state of adaptation and integration, the whole person is embarrassed.
He lacks the leaf to speak, waiting for the bearer to collect the money can not dare to blaspheme, here is the generals, just look at the swords of the soldiers at the waist is afraid, a little poor pool, if it is not good, it is a dead man.
"Grandfather, the sedan chair was hired by the former son. He said that he came to the military to recognize his ancestors. We are poor carriers who sell hard food, but they dare not block the gates of the generals." A bitter face said honestly.
"Are the ancestors returning to the ancestors? Who is he? Why do you recognize the ancestors and return to the ancestors?" The son of the tall horse, after listening to this explanation, immediately raised a decibel.
"He said that his father is General Ye." The bearer's expression was crying out. He knew that what he said was ridiculous, but he did not dare to lie. He could only tell the truth, and he was already dying of leaves. It is.
"His father is General Ye? If his father is General Ye, then who am I? The whole Luoyang City does not know that this general can only have one son."
"That person is me, Ye Yunhai."
Ye Yunhai raised the reins and walked a few steps before the leaves were missing. The horse head was facing the face of the leaf, while he looked down on the leaf and looked at him. "The kid, deceived to the generals, in this Luoyang city. It’s also the first time, saying, who gave you so much courage to let you pretend to be me?

Two sighs, finally let the leaves fall back to God, slowly looked up and looked at Ye Yunhai, and looked at the soldiers who could not see the weapons in the distance, and finally turned their heads and glanced at the legs The husband, the leaf lacks a calm face, and the eyes are calm. "My name is Ye deficiency. I am from Yucheng, Hecun, Yejiaxiang. My mother is Tang Yuru. Today, I came to Luoyang Ye’s General, and it is indeed a tribute to the ancestors. This is The mother’s last wish, I dare not follow, and the words spoken by the bearers are not deceptive."
After saying this, Ye Yishou put his hand into his arms and took out a jade. "This is the token that the mother gave me, and I believe I can prove my identity."
The leaves of the last world, after coming to the generals, did not linger in front of the door, so I did not see Ye Yunhai. I saw the second lady of the generals, and then I was expelled. Now with his state of mind, one The little generals have long been left in the heart, but after all, it is the mother's last wish. If you say something, you still have to say that you think that it is the same as the wife of the generals.
Whether or not you can recognize the ancestors of the ancestors is not important to the current leaf deficiency. The road to cultivation is broad and profound, and it is comparable to the world.
"Yucheng, Hecun, Tang Yuru?" Ye Yunhai seems to think of something, the look has become a bit serious, but the corner of his mouth has a mocking laughter, sarcasm, and disdain, "You were the one who was driven out that year." The illegitimate child of the government?"
Ye Yunhai snorted with his nose and raised his head proudly.
"A kind of girl who is a girl, even has a face to come back to recognize the ancestors?"
"Who sent you here?"
"When is this time, what is the purpose?"
I don’t blame Ye Yunhai for thinking this way. After the Spring Festival this year, General Ye Zhengru can’t afford to be sick. He has been lying in bed for three months. At this time, the leaf is missing in Luoyang. How do you think it’s a coincidence? The illegitimate child is also a son. Who dares? To ensure that General Ye Da will not think of the feelings of the year at the end of his life? People will die, and there will always be something different. The huge family business, if there is no leaf shortage, can be Ye Yunhai, if it is divided by half, it will be anxious.
"There is no purpose, but it is the wish of the elders."
After a pause, Ye Wei continued, "You are the son of the generals. You should pay attention to your senses. Insulting me is tantamount to insulting yourself."
"I am older than you. Strictly speaking from my father's generation, I should call you a younger brother. When you are young, you will not see you in general."
The lack of words in the leaves, look at the posture is everyone's demeanor, although wearing simple, the station is half a body lower than Ye Yunhai riding on the horse, but no exposure.
Ye Yunhai eyes staring at the lack of leaves. At this time, he almost laughed out loudly. He thought about a poor boy from the countryside. He even had to open his mouth to be his own brother. What kind of thinking is already clear. I can think of it. It is ridiculous to have a kind of scorpion that is left behind by a general hangover. It is ridiculous to divide one's own property with a piece of jade.
"Kid, what qualification do you have for not knowing me? Do you have any knowledge? Did the Zijinjin Temple go there? Where is the door of the four cities and eight squares open? What do you know about the nine cities and sixteen states? How many tribes? There are several sects in Qingqiu? How high is the mountain? How many layers of the lock demon tower?
Ye Yunhai’s expression slowly became a bit fierce from ridicule, arrogant, as if gazing at the ground from the sky.
"Look clearly, here is Luoyang, the of Luoyang, in front of you is the general of Yeh, and I, the only son here, the only heir. Put the jade in your hand and forget the ancestor The delusion, the sly return to the country, to be your poor boy, I can do nothing as it happens today."
Ye Yunhai said, leaning over and getting close to the leaf, he whispered, "If you don't, I don't blame my heart. It is not easy, but not difficult, in Luoyang."
"You are a smart person, I believe you will make a wise choice."
"The leaf lacks this name, so don't use it later."
"You don't have a surname."
Naked humiliation, Ye Xiaowei did not think that the last time he went to the government to face the second lady, suffered a humiliation, returning to the juvenile once again facing the generals, is still a shame, more than ever, this time The doors didn't step in, as if they were in the air.
It was quiet all around.
It seems that there is a storm in the brewing.
Ye Yunhai is ready, as long as the leaf lacks a slight change, the soldiers behind him will be able to subdue them in an instant, waiting for him will also be a boundless jail career.
However, it is beyond everyone's expectations.
There was no anger in the lack of leaves, no reason to argue, no confrontation, calmly bent over to sort out his luggage, and then gave the bearers on the side to check out, then left the place without returning, leaving only one sentence .
"The name is given by the parents. It is not for anyone who wants to receive it. The wind and water will turn, and the bully will be poor!"