The cold wind blew, the white snow was flying, and the sky was hazy like a ferocious devil.
Night fell quietly, and looking at those busy figures, Ye Chen felt a sense of warmth that he had not seen for a long time.
Now, he is already at the second level of the Qi Martial Realm. In the eyes of ordinary people, he is undoubtedly a strong person. However, while gaining cultivation, he has also lost the life of an ordinary person.
This world is such a reality. If you want to be strong, you must abandon the comfortable life of ordinary people.
In the evening breeze, the candlelight fluttering in the wind kept flickering. Walking alone on the stone path, Ye Chen could vaguely hear the laughter of children coming from the surrounding attic.
The soul power surged around like a tide, and his eyes slowly closed tightly. Ye Chen did not return to the courtyard, but wandered aimlessly through the Ye family manor.
A few moments later, a cold shout suddenly sounded in the night: "Stop, this is the important place of the family!"
Almost at the same time, two sharp blasts of wind suddenly sounded. Ye Chen slowly opened his eyes. Under his gaze, two figures emerged, and they were two Hades Guards.
However, when the two Hades guards saw the person coming, they were shocked, their eyes showed enthusiasm, and they said respectfully: "I have met the young master!"
Raising his eyes slightly, looking at the attic group full of vicissitudes of life, Ye Chen couldn't help but have a trace of reminiscence in his eyes, and murmured softly: "The ancestral hall?"
Under the fanatical gazes of the two Hades guards, Ye Chen flashed and walked towards the ancestral hall. At the same time, a plain voice came out: "You two are very vigilant!"
Hearing this, the figures of the two Hades guardsmen were shaken again. Their faces showed expressions of flatterment. To be praised by the leader of the family, the excitement in their hearts could not be described in two words.
The ancestral hall remained as it always was, with snowflakes floating in the sky, adding a touch of loneliness to the already silent ancestral hall.
Standing on the stone path, Ye Chen couldn't help but have a picture of the first time he came to the ancestral hall. He bent down, picked up the snowflakes on the ground, and murmured softly: "It has never changed! It just became more inside."
Big row of memorial tablets!" I remember that the ancestral hall was like this when Ye Wen was here, and it is still like this now. It has never changed.
The cold wind whistled, and suddenly, Ye Chen paused suddenly, looking at the brightly lit ancestral hall, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
In front of the brightly lit ancestral hall, a figure emerged, but that figure was sitting on a wheelchair.
At the same time, Ye Chen's footsteps also alarmed the man. Almost at the same time, they looked at each other and it was Ye Tian.
The once high-spirited Ye eldest son is now confined to a wheelchair. The proud look he once had on his young face has faded away, replaced by haggardness and sadness.
Looking down the face, the slender legs hung weakly on the ground. Ye Chen could feel that the legs were lifeless.
While Ye Chen was looking at Ye Tian, Ye Tian also looked at Ye Chen who suddenly appeared with a complicated expression.
Once upon a time, I was looking down at everyone like him!
Once upon a time, I was as high-spirited as him!
However, that was only in the past. Ye Tian knew that he would not be able to catch up with Ye Chen in this life, even if he was not qualified to look up to him. How miserable this was.
The cold wind was still roaring unbridled, blowing up the snowflakes between the two of them. However, the snowflakes could not block their eyes, which were both complicated.
Snowflakes fell feebly on the shoulders of the two of them. After a few moments, Ye Tian's eyes changed from complicated at first to calm now. He nodded to Ye Chen and said lightly: "You're here!"
"Yes!" Seeing the calmness on Ye Tian's face, Ye Chen couldn't help but have a trace of astonishment in his eyes. However, seeing that there was no one else around, a trace of doubt could not help but appear in the corners of his eyes.
Sensing Ye Chen's doubts, Ye Tian pushed the wheelchair, patted the snowflakes off his shoulders, and chuckled: "I suddenly missed my mother, so I came to see him!"
Hearing this, following Ye Tian's line of sight, he saw a plaque with several large characters engraved on it: Ye Wen's Wife Huang Yue!
Ye Chen has never seen Ye Tian's mother since he traveled to this world. I heard from people that Ye Tian's mother was assassinated and died during an outing. Therefore, Ye Muwan and Ye Tian have been motherless since childhood.
It was a bit similar to him. At this moment, a vague face appeared in Ye Chen's mind, which was the mother he had never met.
With a quick glance, he saw that there were new plaques lined up next to the plaque, with several large characters engraved on them: Li Qian, mother of Ye Tian!
"Li Qian!" Ye Chen couldn't help but have a trace of reminiscence in his eyes. Was that the woman who bullied Lan Gu?
"My mother passed away when I was still ignorant. I have been taken care of by Gu Li since I was a child. In my heart, there is no difference between her and my mother!" Ye Tian also looked at the plaque, with a hint of unwillingness in his eyes.
Color, if his strength were stronger, then maybe Li Qian would be able to survive. Hearing this, Ye Chen sighed lightly. He also knew the reason why Ye Tian's legs were crippled.
"Ye Chen!" Suddenly, Ye Tian turned around, looked at Ye Chen solemnly, and said in a deep voice: "Is father dead or alive?"
The cold wind was blowing, and the whirring sound was still ringing around his ears. Ye Chen looked up at the plaques, but did not answer Ye Tian. He also wanted to know whether Ye Wen was alive or dead.
"Although the Supreme Elder said that my father is in seclusion to attack the Soul Martial Realm, I still don't believe it!" Under the candlelight, Ye Tian couldn't help but have a trace of ridicule on his face: "Perhaps, the news released by the Supreme Elder can deceive others.
You are a human being, but you can never deceive me. As a son, can’t I even know the life and death of my biological father?”
"Why do you say the news he released is false?" After withdrawing his thoughts, Ye Chen also looked at Ye Tian and said calmly.
"No matter whether my father is in seclusion or not, one day he will definitely not be in seclusion, and that is today!" Ye Tian said firmly, while pushing the wheelchair, the wheels rolled slowly, looking unusual in this silent ancestral hall.
Harsh, raising his right hand slightly, Ye Tian pointed to the attic on the far right and said solemnly: "For more than ten years, my father will lock himself in that attic every time he comes to this day, even if he is in seclusion!"
"Today!" Suddenly, Ye Chen's body trembled suddenly. Isn't today the day his mother died?
"You also know why it is today. I have known that my father respects my mother since I was a child, but that is just respect, not admiration. The woman in my father's heart is always your mother. This is one of the reasons why I am jealous of you!" Ye!
There was a hint of reminiscence in Tian's eyes, and he said in a slightly complicated tone: "This is why I am sure that my father has not returned to the family yet. Ye Chen, please tell me whether my father is alive or dead!" As he said, Ye Chen
Tian's eyes were fixed on Ye Chen. In response, Ye Chen sighed softly, shook his head and said, "Life or death is uncertain!"
Hearing this, Ye Tian's originally haggard face looked ashen, his body trembled, and he looked at Ye Chen with dull eyes, murmuring softly: "Life or death is uncertain!"
Even though I knew the facts, there was still a glimmer of hope in my heart, but when I heard it with my own ears, there was no hope at all.
"Thank you!" Shaking the wheelchair, Ye Tian's figure slowly walked towards the stone path, gradually disappearing from Ye Chen's sight. In the dark night, the sound of the wheelchair rubbing against the ground floated in the wind.
The cold wind whipped up the white snow all over the ground. In Ye Chen's eyes, Ye Tian no longer looked as energetic as before, but instead looked like a twilight old man, lifeless.
"The Ye family will be counting on you from now on. I hope you won't disappoint father!" The wind whistled, mixed with Ye Tian's slightly deep voice.
It wasn't until Ye Tian's figure disappeared that Ye Chen withdrew his gaze, looked at the hazy sky, and said lightly: "I will!"
With a sigh, Ye Chen did not turn around, but walked towards the attic. He raised his right hand slightly and pushed the slightly heavy door. The wooden door made a rattling sound when it rubbed against the floor.
Before I even stepped into the attic, a faint fragrance hit me, and the light in the entire attic was dim.
Stepping into the attic, the decoration of the entire room is extremely simple, with nothing else except a table.
On the table is an inkstone and a little rice paper. The faint fragrance is emitted from the inkstone, the fragrance of ink.
After lightly scanning the four corners of the room, Ye Chen's eyes fell on the wall in front of the desk. There was a picture scroll hanging on the yellow wall.
Through the weak light, the picture scroll is vaguely visible. On the picture scroll, the ladies are dancing gracefully, as if the moon is covered by light clouds, and the snow is fluttering like the flowing wind.
The figure was huge. Although he had never seen the woman on the scroll before, Ye Chen recognized her identity with just one glance...