The wine is still flowing, one jar after another. The wine is like Ye Shaohan's emotions, his sorrow, his loneliness, flowing in Ye Shaohan's heart. The wind is still blowing Ye Shaohan's face. The children of the Ye family below do not know where they are.
Time has gone, and looking from a distance, Ye Shaohan is the only one left in the whole world.
A touch of spiritual feeling flowed in his heart, and a hint of realization gradually grew.
The right hand that was hanging on the knee was slowly raised up, and a weak whirlwind formed in the palm of the hand. The whirlpool kept turning in Ye Shaohan's palm, and then dissipated and then reappeared. The wind was like this, constantly appearing and then disillusionment, and it started again and again.
, For no reason, Ye Shaohan felt that he understood something. A wind seemed to be surrounding his mind, and he just subconsciously stepped forward gently.
In an instant, a mysterious trajectory formed under his feet. Ye Shaohan's figure suddenly disappeared on the spot, leaving an afterimage that was almost out of sight. It instantly appeared ten meters away. The afterimage still stayed in place and gradually dissipated.
With such a random step, Ye Shaohan actually crossed a distance of ten meters!
The rain and fog filled the air, and Ye Shaohan's figure disappeared into the rain and fog like a flash of lightning. Ye Shaohan was drunk. He didn't know whether he was intoxicated by the rain, the wine, or the wind.
At this moment, Ye Shaohan seemed to have forgotten the day, this place, and this person. There was only the endless rain in his eyes and the endless wind in his ears.
He just felt that the wind was so close to him. He could just raise his hand and it would come, and wave his hand again and it would go away in an instant.
It was as if the world around him had turned into a world of wind, with traces of wind everywhere. With a touch of his feet, gusts of breeze surrounded his body. His figure seemed to be moving extremely slowly. The surrounding environment was deeply imprinted in Ye Shaohan's mind.
During this time, when I thought about it and felt about it, the sky was filled with the afterimage of Ye Shaohan.
The rain was also mixed with a light wind. This light wind blew and whimpered, blowing the raindrops as if tilting, falling on Ye Shaohan hastily. However, the rain penetrated Ye Shaohan's figure, and there were countless afterimages. Even Ye Shaohan gradually...
I forgot which one is the afterimage.
The rain was very fast and seemed to have no end. It kept falling from the sky. It seemed that all the rainwater was going to drain out at once, and it fell on the ground to form thick rain and mist.
The rolling clouds and mist surged, and the murderous intent on Ye Shaohan gradually dissipated. He looked like a penniless scholar. The rain not only washed away the blood all over his body, but also seemed to wash away the murderous intent and state of mind of Ye Shaohan.
It also gradually sublimated.
It turns out that this is its origin...
At this moment, the world suddenly became unreal and hazy, and even the pouring rain beside me seemed to have suddenly made no sound...
Ye Shaohan's figure became slower and slower, and finally appeared on the street. In the drizzle, a trace of red appeared on Ye Shaohan's face. He was drunk, full of alcohol, his long hair stuck to his face, and his figure was swaying.
He walked towards Ye's house in a dazed manner, his footsteps stepping heavily on the rain, and the sound of trampling was drowned out by the sound of rain falling on the ground.
Ye Shaohan wandered quietly to the end of the street, wandering in the rain. Soon, his eyes slowly closed, he fell on the street, and suddenly fell asleep.
The heavy rain came and went quickly, but the drizzle still fell silently throughout the entire Nifeng City.
The branches were flying, and in this quiet street, there was a ticking sound of treading water, and in this lonely rainy alley, a white figure emerged.
Wearing a white skirt, holding a guqin and holding an oil-paper umbrella, she walked gracefully toward the other end of the street, and the raindrops made a sound as it fell on the oil-paper umbrella.
"Huh?"
A sweet voice came out of the white figure's mouth. She was drunk, Ye Shaohan. Her long hair covered Ye Shaohan's face, her face was red, and she looked extremely depressed.
The young man squatted down slowly, and Ye Shaohan, who was full of alcohol, hit his face. He smiled, and the girl took out another oil-paper umbrella from her waist, slowly opened it, and placed it on Ye Shaohan's waist to protect Ye Shaohan from the drizzle.
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But Ye Shaohan didn't know it. He smiled again and the girl whispered: "You will definitely be scolded by your wife when you come home drunk!"
"Shiyue, Shiyue!" A sweet voice floated from the end of the street. The young man swallowed his tongue and murmured: "Uncle, goodbye! Go home as soon as you wake up! Otherwise, you will be arrested again when you go home.
Swear!" The girl slowly stood up and continued walking towards the end of the street.
The drizzle was still falling, and the white figure lingered in the lonely rain alley, and walked away silently, walking out of the rain alley.
With a cold face on his face, Ye Shaohan slowly opened his eyes and saw the oil-paper umbrella at a glance. A trace of astonishment flashed across his face. In a daze, he seemed to see a man in a white dress, with sharp eyes, white teeth, and snowy skin.
Jade Bone, its ethereal temperament blends with charm and innocence.
A faint fragrance came from the oil paper, like the fragrance of lilac flowers. This fragrance was very similar to the fragrance of the figure.
She walked from the end of the rain alley and disappeared at the end of the rain alley. In the mournful song of the rain, her color faded and her fragrance dispersed, that lilac-like woman.
Standing up slowly, his whole body was soaked by the rain. Ye Shaohan's spiritual energy circulated slightly, and white air came out of his body. If he looked at the street where the woman disappeared with deep intention, maybe if he chased after her at this moment, he could still see it.
That woman, but Ye Shaohan didn't want to.
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he slowly raised his left hand, and a breeze emerged from the fingertips. The breeze kept changing, and the white air stirred, and soon a white figure formed. The figure had a graceful figure, and then transformed again.
It turned into a bunch of lilacs and finally dissipated.
Slowly closing his eyes, Ye Shaohan exhaled a breath and said softly: "So this is the origin of wind!"
His eyes slowly opened, and there was no longer any confusion or sadness in his dark eyes, but only endless determination. In this moment, he was still Ye Shaohan, who had killed countless people, holding an oil-paper umbrella alone, wandering around.
In this lonely street, Ye Shaohan's figure also disappeared at the end of the rainy alley.
After being washed away by the rain, the Ye family looked even more majestic. Passers-by looked at this thousand-year-old family with fear.
The two great families, Dugu and Wu, were destroyed. There was no outcome that many families hoped for: both sides would lose. Instead, the Ye family was the dominant one. Now, no one can shake the Ye family's position in Headwind City, even if all the families in Headwind City unite.
The black tide-like figure was deeply imprinted in their hearts.
At this moment, the Ye family was completely busy. People were pouring in from the Dugu and Wu families like a tide, bringing with them countless shocking wealth, gold coins, martial arts, and elixirs. They were even escorted in by carloads.
Ye Family, at the same time, countless figures poured out of the Ye Family Mansion, running towards Nifeng City.
The Dugu and Wu families perished, and the various properties, resources, and industries of the Dugu and Wu families became the Ye family.
Although those people's status in the Ye family is not very high, they are good at business. The industry of the Ye family is run by them. Now, they naturally take over the industry of Dugu and Wu.
Coupled with the industries of the three major families, even ordinary people can predict that the development of the Ye family has been unstoppable.
In the past, those aristocratic families who had good relations with the Dugu and Wu families were all panicking. As soon as the rainstorm stopped, they rushed towards the Ye family with countless gifts.
There were countless long queues in front of Ye's house, and it was bustling with people. It seemed extremely lively, no less than a busy city, even though it was already night.
Ye Gao'an, now over thirty, has entered the middle age class. As one of the stewards of the Ye family, he stood in front of the grand Ye family gate, looking at the crowds of people below, with a trace of pride on his face.
Color, those arrogant aristocratic family heads in the past were now full of respect when they saw me.
A sense of pride and vanity spread in his heart. His pride was naturally because he was from the Ye family. He entertained various families with a smile, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and raised his head. However, as soon as he raised his head, Ye Gaoan froze.
, his pupils narrowed slightly, and he immediately walked forward with a respectful face, regardless of the heads of the aristocratic families around him.
Those heads of aristocratic families were secretly angry in their hearts, but on the surface they showed that they didn't care.
At the same time, he turned around and looked towards Ye Gaoan. Following Ye Gaoan's line of sight, a young man in black robe holding an oil-paper umbrella slowly emerged from the end of the street. At this moment, a few people asked in confusion: "
Hey, who is that person? He actually asked Manager Ye to greet him in person. It’s strange that we family heads are not as good as a young man!"
And everyone around them couldn't help but move away from those people, thinking secretly in their hearts: "Idiot! Even Young Master Shaohan doesn't know!"
"Master Shaohan, you are back!" The proud look on Ye Gaoan's face disappeared, and he bowed to Ye Shaohan with a look of respect.
As soon as Ye Gao'an said this, those who were wondering were shocked, and then they walked towards Ye Shaohan with flattering expressions on their faces.
Ye Shaohan still had some impression of Ye Gao'an. He nodded slightly, looked at the heads of the aristocratic families walking towards him, and said calmly: "Ye Gao'an, who are they and why are they blocking the door!"
Ye Gao'an obviously did not expect that Ye Shaohan would remember his face, and he immediately felt flattered. You must know that this young master is usually very withdrawn, and all the names mentioned by this young master are elders or the like.
Ye Gao'an calmed down the excitement in his heart and said respectfully: "They are the heads of various aristocratic families. They are here to give gifts to celebrate our Ye family's elimination of the Dugu and Wu families!"
With a slight nod, Ye Shaohan still held the oil-paper umbrella and walked towards the grand gate. When the heads of the aristocratic families saw Ye Shaohan coming, they all looked excited and rushed towards Ye Shaohan.
Ye Shaohan frowned slightly, and then a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Every family head, for the thoughts of each family head, Ye Shaohan would like to thank everyone on behalf of the Ye family! It is already late at night, and the family members of each family head must be waiting for you at home, why not wait until tomorrow?