Heavenly Star

Chu Zhuangtian strangled himself for a moment and shouted: “Is your master just Brother Ye? How did he get us here? You must know, don't you? ”

His clothes were torn apart by the cold cliffs, and he sat there, looking at his nose, looking at his nose, apathetically: “Save your strength, don't ask. When the master wants us to know, nature will tell us. ”

The cold cliff's heart was similarly frightened, and he told him what it meant to be instantaneous, and the two in front of him were hidden in great depth, but the inner thickness of the old man and the name ”master” of Ye Wuchen were telling him that there must be a terrible force hidden behind him that belonged only to him, but no one felt it.

Chu Zhuangtian had to say two words. Sit down honestly and ask some irrelevant questions: “Uncle, I want a wife, I don't know what to call her. ”

“Oh, just call me Onion,” the old man pointed at the old woman again: “Just call the old woman Onion Flower. ”

Chu shocked heaven hurriedly waved his hands: “How can you do this? You are elders. ”

“You are all friends of the master, our guests, why not? ”

“Well... I'll call Grandpa Onion, Grandma Onion.” These two old men are clearly older than his grandfather. And their names... onions, leeks and flowers, more than his bull hasn't tasted yet, really make him sweat.

The old man's original name was Yan Qinghong, and the old lady changed her name to Yan Qingping after marrying her. She was the oldest two people in the world under the broken soul, one generation older than Yan Tianwei. The two hide amazing power beneath their old appearance. Under the broken soul, the people of the North Emperor are desperate, and practicing is their first priority. Their average strength is not comparable to that of another "North Emperor”, whose minds are cluttered with ambition. And these two old men were made to be second only to Heaven. In that world, it has been rumored that the most pure North Emperor bloodline of the flaming soul has reached the peak of the divine level, and that Yan Qinghong and Yan Qingping, if they joined forces, would not even dare to neglect Yan Tianwei.

While observing the cold cliff and Chu Tiantian, they were amazed in their hearts. It was well known that he was a friend of his master. At his age, he had reached such a point, especially the crude teenager with the long sword on his back, who appeared to be a bit of a fool. These two must also have extraordinary origins and a future.

Time passed slowly in silence, and the sky outside began to darken from light, and when the cold cliff opened its eyes from the setting, the sky had begun to darken. Burying his mother with Feng Chaoyang was a daunting thing, but his heart was at the moment surprisingly quiet and he could not feel any fear. This is a kind of trust that Ye Wuchen gave him. In just two days, this feeling has grown stronger.

The wooden door opened with a "squeak" and the old woman smiled and probed in: “Here, ready. ”

The clouds of the sky, the absence of the stars and the moon, make the night come too early. The cold cliff carried the coffin, and Chu Zhuangtian followed the two elderly men all the way west. The land under his feet was not flat, but he tried to keep his body shaking as little as possible, not for himself, but for his pathetic mother.

They walked long enough to finally reach the goal of their trip. The eyes of the cold cliff still shone sharp cold light in the night, and at first glance it was seen that less than 100 meters ahead, guarding a large crowd, roughly no less than 100 people.

And the two elderly people seemed to have nothing, and the footsteps were still heavy, just like the two most normal disabled elderly people. At this point, the cold cliff tacitly perceived several eyes shooting this way, frowning, while the elderly did not panic to take out what was out of their arms, a faint red light flashed through the night. Those eyes disappeared and never looked at them again.

“Grandpa Onion, Grandma Onion Flower, is the Tomb of Feng Chaoyang ahead? They're going to walk through it, so I'm going to take care of these people first.” Chu said seriously in shock.

The cold cliff grabbed him and shook his head. Yan Qinghong laughed: “Rest assured, they are all one of us. ”

“One of my own?” Chu shocked.

Sure enough, until they walked in, those guards who were all over the place, all dressed up, with long knives and guns, didn't even look at them, completely as if they were air. Chu couldn't help but wonder. He swayed his hand in front of a man's eyes, but when he saw that his eyeballs didn't move a bit, he pinched his face again. “Strange, it's not a stone sculpture...”

The guard, whose face he pinched, slightly punched * the corner of his mouth, had an impulse to stab him in the heart.

The tomb room was opened by a man, and there was a candle fire in it, and Flaming Qinghong took them down the steps, introducing them: “After the wind and yang died, the Great Wind Emperor Feng built this huge tomb, which comes to worship once a year. And the wind and the sun died at the master's hands. About ten months ago, he came to this cemetery, and he sighed and murdered the wind and the sun was helpless, but he made a friend of his lose his father and apologized, so the master took a great risk, took countless plans and efforts, and finally spent six months replacing everyone here with his own. Master, Feng Chaoyang's son is a true filial son. Although he hates his father, his only father dies. He will surely yearn to guard his spirit for a few days in order to do the final filial piety. The owner did this for the sole purpose of making it easier for the son of Feng Chaoyang to stay here safely, for seven days, for a month, for six months..."

The cold cliff is slightly trembling, the chest is filled with a warm aura, and the orbit is slightly heated. At this moment, he disappeared from the last trace of mustard on Ye Wuchen.

The cemetery was deep, long, the air depressed the damp, and walked in for a long time. The old man's footsteps finally stopped. He looked at the cold cliff and sighed a long time. “Alas, the weather is unpredictable, and I didn't expect your mother to..." He pointed to the coffin made by Qingyu. "That's where the wind and the sun sleep. Go ahead and stay as long as you want. Don't worry about being disturbed. Someone will bring you three meals a day. On the day of the Heavenly Star Magic Martial Arts Congress, you will be notified. ”

The cold cliff looked at the green jade coffin and walked over quietly and slowly, placing his mother's coffin beside him, then kneeling heavily.

Yan Qinghong turned around and walked one step. He turned to Chu in shock and smiled gently: “In the meantime, come and accompany the old man. ”

Chu felt his head in shock and embarrassed. “I'm going to stay with Ice Face and guard the spirit. Can you bring in more meals every day? ”

Yan Qinghong, laughed, head, walked out.

Chu walked over in shock and knelt beside the cold cliff. He glanced at the cold cliff and asked, "Aren't you leaving? ”

“We are friends, your parents, my aunt and uncle, of course I will kneel on their knees. But I'll kneel for a while, and I'll practice my breath there in the future.” Chu replied shocked.

The cold cliff looked at him a few more times, his eyes turned back, his eyes looked at the two coffins in front of him and together, his eyes began to drift gradually until they completely lost focus.

Mother, you'll be glad to sleep with him after you die. Though the child has finally achieved something, he will no longer be able to repay you for your upbringing all his life. I just hope that you can marry someone who loves you in the next life and stop being so lonely in the next life... even if it's just an ordinary person.

Feng Chaoyang, you are dead, but you have no life and no love. Even if you die, you have no regrets. Though you are called the incomparable god of war, countless people respect you and say hello to you, but you are dead, only my poor mother-in-law is willing to go after you, you are a great hero, you are a street beggar, you can get my mother's greenery, the greatest blessing of your life.

The cold cliff knelt there, like a rigid stone sculpture.

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The scandal of Lin Xiao and Queen Lin Xiu's nephew Lun spread boiling throughout the day without signs of rest. Instead, it was fuelled by an unknown cause, and even the street beggars of Tianlong City could speak of painting. It's not just Tianlong City, but the surrounding big cities and towns are also beginning to flourish. Until late in the evening, the main streets of the city had posted announcements of rumours spreading about the killing of innocent people, which calmed them down, but they dared not speak openly, but remained the biggest source of discussion behind them. Some people shy away from the point of view and start to sigh heavily, sighing that some so-called gentlemen have such filthy hearts, and lamenting that some mother-in-law people are so shameless, and sighing that some people in a family are doing so poorly... and so on.

How many things have been broken during the day by the ever-sinking dragonfly. He wanted Ye Wuchen to die, but the almost ferocious mood could not lose its final reason. If he truly tore his face, he could not kill Ye Wuchen, but Ye Wuchen had the ability to kill him. Again, it is impossible to reduce the crime to him, because there is no evidence whatsoever that he did it. His anger can only relocate to Lin Xiao, Lin Xiao must die, today did not let him die has given the face of the Lin family, tomorrow, let him survive the last day, the day after, he will be secretly executed. Lin Xiu, but could not be killed. Lin Xiao can be secretly executed, but if the queen dies, the world will know. Then everyone will know that this “rumor” is not a rumor at all. He, the dragonfly, will be the laughingstock of all the people of the mainland.

The next morning, early morning time. Today's Tianlong Palace inevitably has a strange atmosphere. In the past, waiting for His Majesty's Majesty's Highness, the people were noisy, but at this time it was extraordinarily quiet. But no one is stupid enough to mention yesterday. They looked around, and now Lin fanatics have not arrived. Although the Forest War came early, his face has always been very shaky. Occasionally, the smile of the guest is worse than crying. His own sister had such a thing with her own son, and one side is still the queen of the mother-in-law. He dared to come out and meet people who really needed courage.

Even stranger, Ye Wei, who was never late, did not arrive.

Dragonfly arrived late, sat in front of the hall, his face was as dignified as it had been in the beginning, he could not see anything different. After the kneeling ceremonies, they were separated on both sides, their heads were slightly lower, and none dared to reveal any different divine color. Such humiliation cannot be borne by a man, let alone a king of a country. They can imagine dragonflies in the mood from yesterday until now, pretending to know nothing.

Dragonfly glanced like electricity and swept away the people, but now Yevy's position is empty. His eyebrows frowned and he asked: “What can the Lovers want? ”

The voice of the dragonfly had just fallen, and a bright response was sounded outside the palace: “There is nothing to say. ”