"Reporting to the head of the family, Ye Qingyun walked out of the small building in the middle of the lake..."
A servant was reporting to Ye Xiaotian.
"He's out?"
Ye Xiaotian was shocked and confirmed again.
"Yes, it seems that he is coming here, holding a clay pot in his arms..."
"I got it! Just step back and let everyone else go down too..."
Ye Xiaotian has been sending people to pay attention to Huxin Xiaozhu these years, but five years have passed, and all he has been waiting for is disappointment again and again.
Ye Xiaotian sat on the chair, waiting for Ye Qingyun's arrival.
Ye Qingyun held the black clay pot in his arms and entered the head of the family's mansion.
Nothing here has changed, only the people sitting in their seats have changed.
"You're here?"
Ye Xiaotian Dao.
"I am coming!"
Ye Qingyun replied.
"I'm here to take back what belongs to me!"
"I have been waiting for you these five years!"
Ye Xiaotian sighed and said.
Ever since he went to the small village in the middle of the lake to get the secret book and experienced that incident, he had been impressed by Ye Qingyun. Over the years, he had been sitting in the position of the head of the family and had trouble sleeping and eating, walking on thin ice with fear.
Ye Qingyun was silent and did not speak any more.
"Why did you change your mind?"
Ye Xiaotian asked curiously.
"It's because of the ancestor! He's back..."
Ye Qingyun pondered for a moment and said.
"The ancestor is back? Where is he?"
Ye Xiaotian jumped up from his seat and said excitedly.
Ye Qingyun was silent again, lowering his head and silently looking at the black clay pot in his hand.
Ye Xiaotian followed Ye Qingyun's gaze to the black clay pot and slumped down on the chair.
"The ancestor asked me in the letter to lead the Ye family through the difficulties that the Ye family will face after he leaves..."
Ye Qingyun said again.
"Can I have a look at the letter?"
Ye Xiaotian made a ruthless request.
After all, Ye Qingyun is Ye Liangchen's grandson, and he is just a member of the branch. But he still brought it up because Ye Liangchen has extraordinary significance to him.
"call out!"
The letter fell out of Ye Qingyun's hand and flew towards Ye Xiaotian.
Ye Liangchen has a high prestige in the Ye family and takes great care of his younger generations. If Ye Qingyun is his grandson, Ye Xiaotian is his half-grandson.
Ever since he was a child, Ye Qingyun has always put pressure on Ye Xiaotian in everything. This has caused Ye Xiaotian to be dissatisfied and resentful towards Ye Qingyun.
He has been arguing with Ye Qingyun, wanting Ye Liangchen to look at him differently. Because his parents also died in that accident, and Ye Liangchen raised them both.
He longed for Ye Liangchen's recognition, just like a child longing for his father's love.
After there was no news from Ye Liangchen, Ye Xiaotian exploded.
He felt that he was stronger than Ye Qingyun, and it was more suitable for him to lead the Ye family.
"Ancestor! Xiaotian is confused, I'm sorry for you..."
Ye Xiaotian held the letter in his hand, tears streaming down his face, and howling.
"Ancestor! Xiao Tian knows his mistake! I was wrong..."
The crying and howling lasted for an hour before it stopped.
"I want to choose a good and auspicious day to send the ancestor to the ancestral hall! Let's send the ancestor off together..."
Ye Qingyun looked at Ye Xiaotian who had calmed down and said.
"Okay, you make arrangements..."
Ye Xiaotian said hoarsely.
"I will announce to the clan later that the position of clan leader will be returned to you, and I will assist you in accordance with the ancestor's will..."
"Xiao Tian, thank you very much!"
"It doesn't have to be like this between you and me. It's my fault. Qingyun, I should say sorry to you. I failed my ancestor's expectations and trust in me..."
Ye Xiaotian said with a painful expression.
"Alas...we were all wrong! We all failed our ancestors' expectations and trust..."
…
"Xiaoxiao, are you okay?"
Mo Wen took Ye Xiaoxiao's slender waist and said with concern.
"I'm fine, I just miss my ancestor..."
Ye Xiaoxiao leaned on Mo Wen's shoulder and said softly.
"Then will something happen to your grandpa..."
"No, grandpa listens to the words of the ancestor the most. Before he left, he cried and told the ancestor that he was wrong. It seems that the ancestor explained it in the letter."
"My ancestor didn't return from the battlefield of gods and demons, so grandpa drank all day long to drown his sorrows. He felt ashamed of his ancestors. I guess grandpa won't be so depressed anymore..."
Ye Xiaoxiao leaned on Mo Wen's shoulder and said softly.
"Ahem..."
At some point, Ye Qingyun had returned to the small building in the center of the lake, and happened to see the two of them having close contact.
Ye Qingyun's dry cough made Ye Xiaoxiao jump away immediately.
"Grandpa, where have you been?"
Ye Xiaoxiao felt guilty and quickly changed the subject.
"I went to the Patriarch's Mansion and got back some things that belong to me..."
Ye Qingyun said with a smile.
"It looks like you got it?"
"Um!"
"Then will you continue to drink?"
"No more drinking!"
"Grandpa, can you please mediate and ask Ye Wudao not to compete with Mr. Mo?"
"A martial arts competition? When did it happen?"
"Senior, I met him on the way here. When we came out of Jinxiu Pavilion, Ye Wudao invited me to compete with each other using the provocative method. We decided to compete on the martial arts stage in three days' time..."
Mo Wen on the side said.
Ye Qingyun first looked at Ye Xiaoxiao and then at Mo Wen. Thinking of the three of them meeting in Jinxiu Pavilion, he couldn't help but laugh and cry.
Young people today!
Really good at playing!
"It's okay. Wu Dao's qualifications among the younger generation of the Ye family are only lower than yours, and you are younger than him. He is considered the number one member of the younger generation of the Ye family. He is too proud. Let Mo Wen and him
A competition will give Wu Dao a bit of a blow, which will also help his future cultivation path..."
Ye Qingyun muttered.
He had just learned about Mo Wen's strength. Although he had just entered the Nascent Soul stage, his swordsmanship was far from comparable to other Nascent Soul stages. In terms of combat power, it could be compared to the late Nascent Soul stage. If it was about explosiveness, it would be comparable.
The attacks at the Divine Transformation Stage are enough to crush people at the Nascent Soul Stage at the same level.
Ye Wudao is too arrogant and has always been among the best among the younger generation of the Ye family. It is a good thing to be hit a little bit.
"Senior, you want me to be your Ye family's whetstone! Aren't you afraid of sharpening your Ye family's knife?"
Mo Wen said with a smile.
Mo Wen was thinking in his mind, why don't he do it all and take the opportunity to kill this guy?
"If the Ye family's Qilin'er can't withstand this setback, then it's a good thing that he just sinks into it. He doesn't have to waste the family's resources anymore. Don't worry, just compare. When the time comes, I will go over and be the referee to ensure your personal safety...
…”
Ye Qingyun said.
"I'm dizzy! This bad old man is very bad. Did he come over specifically to prevent me from bleeding Ye Wudao?"
"Senior, don't worry, I will pay attention to the rules, but I hope that his heart towards the Tao can be more stable, so as not to be defeated by my knife..."
Don't ask for cunning advice.
The veins on Ye Qingyun's forehead throbbed, and he had a bad feeling in his heart...
[Author's digression]: I wrote: "I opened this road, I planted this tree.
Robbery! Take out the banknotes quickly!"
Book friend: "I don't have any banknotes..."
Putting pen to paper: "What? No more?"
Book friend: "Yes, yes, I just spent all my money, voted for one...and then voted for..."
Putting down the pen: "Okay, okay, then go back first and remember to give me a vote tomorrow!"
Book friend: "Okay, okay..."
Therefore, Luo Bi let go of all the book friends who passed by. As for whether the book friends passing by again will vote for Luo Bi, Luo Bi is unknown...