Chapter 790: That winter, I buried my sword here!

Huanan Tiannan, the seventh day of the news of Ye Chen's death.
At this moment, the Ye Family in Lincheng was vain, the guests were full, and the rain in the sky was dripping down, ticking and hitting the surviving atrium of the living.
Countless men in suits and sunglasses, regardless of the drizzle of the goose feathers, were guarded on both sides of the street outside Yejia Villa with a long blanket spread in the middle of the road.
Countless people dressed in luxury stepped on long blankets and stepped into Yejia Villa. No one spoke.
The atmosphere was very low and sad!
Many people in Tiannan and even in the Hua Kingdom lived in the sorrow of Ye Nankang ’s death, but today is the first seven days of Ye Nankang. The Ye family finally recovered from the grief. After coming here, I plan to hold a ritual for it, and stand on top of it.
A spiritual hall was set up in the living room of Yejia Villa, and a black and white photo of Ye Chen stood high in the most prominent position, which was very piercing.
And there was a cold woman in plain clothes kneeling below it, and a five-year-old girl in white clothes. The woman was holding valuables and throwing them into a brazier, while the girl was holding a spirit stunned. Dreamy.
There are countless wreaths and couplets around the hall.
Lin Tai and Yang Tian, ​​all dressed in white clothes, stood at the gate as if they were door gods, and remained motionless as if they were petrified.
"Tiannan Dai's family sent a pair of couplets, and wrote‘ Red Heart Illuminates the Sun and the Moon and Clears Its Name forever! ’

"A pair of wreaths from the Tiannan Li family!"
"..."
As each guest passed the door, Yang Tian and Lin Tai would bow to the guests in homage.
"The five families of the Beijing Han, Li, Yan, Qin and Pang families each gave a couplet and a wreath ..."
The emcee's decibel suddenly increased a few points.
I saw a naked Yan Yanfei, Li Yunxiao, Pang Yuanqing and five others came together, each of them had a solemn expression.
Seeing this scene, many of the guests present changed their expressions. I didn't expect that the owners of the five giants in Beijing actually came to pay their respects to Ye Chen.
"Five minds!"
Yang Tian solemnly bowed to the five, and then led the five to the Lingtang himself. Su Yuhan, in white clothes, led Mengmeng and gave a gift to the five: "Su, the survivor, has seen five ...
The leader Han Qinhu quickly stopped her behavior and took a deep breath of comfort: "The deceased is dead, the living is like this, but also hope that the festival will change smoothly and take care of the body!"
He looked with a little distress at the adorable little baby who was just five years old, holding the spirit bit in both hands, and his eyes were full of pity.
Anyway, he turned around and led the four people to the Lingtang, when even someone came forward and offered incense to the five one by one.
"Bow a bow ..."
Han Qinhu took the black-and-white photo facing the beam of incense and Shen said, "Ye Zun, go all the way, Li promises that as long as my Li family does not fall, Ye family will not fall, Li family. Coexist with Ye Family! "
At the end of his speech, he continued to worship Ye Chen's black and white photo with his hands holding incense.
"Ye Supreme, go all the way!"
The other four were all in the end!
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At the same time, Kunlun Mountain is in the middle of winter, and many of its peaks have been covered by white snow. The wind is cold, the human bones are frozen, and bird tracks are hard to find.
Above an lonely lonely peak, there is such an old figure standing on the top of the mountain, overlooking the whole world.
He was wearing only a fall gray shirt, which was extremely thin. However, in this cold season, he stood still and let the snowflakes of goose feathers fall on him.
A thick-eyed young man in a business suit handed over a mink coat and gently split it over it: "Old, it's getting colder and colder, you should add some clothes, but don't freeze your bones!"
The old man replied, "Xiaotian, have you heard?"
Qin Xiaotian said for a moment: "What?"
"Knell!"
"After all, the death knell is ringing!"
The thin old man looks down at the mountain, and his eyes are directed at the direction of Tiannan. There is a tinge of regret and nostalgia in his eyes: "Listen, there is a lot of death in this bell, even murderous, blood ..."
"Old, is there something going on?"
Qin Xiaotian sank in his heart and realized that there was something in the old sayings of Chen. He was even a little disturbed, but he was more puzzled.
The news of Ye Chen's death came!
The country leader in front of him resigned and gave up his military power. One came to Kunlun Mountain and stayed for seven days without contact with outsiders. He seemed to be waiting for something.
However, no matter how he inquired during these seven days, the old man in front of him seemed as if he hadn't heard it. He looked down at the snow scene of Kunlun and looked at the earth.
I don't know how long it took, snow stopped.
There were two or three birds flying out of the forest, and they were very cautious to find food in the snow and ice. One of them hid on the top of a cedar and looked secretly at the old and young. They seemed curious.
"Snow has stopped!"
Chen Lao said very calmly, suddenly turned and stared at Qin Xiaotian: "Go down the mountain, take Ye Xiaozi's relatives to the Northeast to hide, Ye Xiaozi stayed there before his death!"
"why?"
The anxiety in Qin Xiaotian's heart became stronger and stronger: "What about you?"
"Snow has stopped!"
Chen Lao looked into the distance with a smile on his mouth: "People I'm waiting for must have arrived soon. Remember, come and collect my body for three days and bury me on this Kunlun Mountain!"
"what?"
Qin Xiaotian's heart trembled, and before he had time to ask anything, he immediately felt a horrible force hit him, making his body shoot uncontrollably toward the mountain.
He could hardly believe it all!
He Qin Xiaotian never thought that this old man who had protected himself for more than ten years had such a terrible cultivation, even more terrifying than any master he had ever seen!
Emperor ... Imperial!
"Old Chen !!!"
He roared, his heart was both shocked and angry, and he faintly guessed, but he could not help but watch the old man farther and farther from himself, and finally disappeared into sight.
And shortly after he disappeared, dozens of horrific breaths suddenly erupted in Kunlun Mountain, like avalanches.
When these dozens of figures saw the old man in front of them, they were all in the same shape, and their faces were mixed with a thick dread, and for a time, no one dared to move half a step.
If Chen Lao didn't see this scene, he gently took off his mink coat, and put it on the ground with great cherishment: "Is it Bai Lao Gui or Xiao Lao Gui? Come out!"
The next moment, a seam of ice slowly appeared above the sky, and a white figure slowly stepped out of the seam of ice. The man was wrapped in dim light and could not see his face, as the earth immortal came to life, making people shiver.
Chen old man did not lift up: "It turned out to be Bai Laogui, it seems Xiao Laogui still looks down on me, Chen, but he didn't even come in person!"
"Chen Tulong!"
The figure in the air snorted coldly: "Today the old man does not want to quarrel with you, let alone to fight with you. If you are acquainted with you, then you should not intervene. There may be a few years to live, and you do not need to threaten the imperial realm. My husband's job is to hold you! "
Regardless of the cold, Chen Lao reached out and scratched the snow in front of him: "It is the so-called evil that can't be better than his wife and children. You have to wait for the three days of the ancient clan, and always follow the ancient law. Don't you even understand this?
"This statement is naturally true, but the junior surnamed Ye killed too many people in my five ancient groups, especially my grandchildren Shao Yu and Xiao Jiao Xiaoyuan Yuan Jing. Why do we need to tell them about ancient methods?
"In that case, let's fight!"
Chen Lao sighed and drew a long sword wrapped in black cloth from the snow: "That winter, I traveled to Kunlun with Taizu and buried the sword in front of him. Let it come back to the world ... "
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(Ps: Two more today, the climax is coming, my brain is a bit stuck, I owe a chapter, I will make up tomorrow, thank you for your support!)