The familiar osmanthus tree in the courtyard had been cut down at some point, but in the courtyard, there was still that figure and the shadow of the swinging sword.
Aunt Feng was sitting in the house, mending something. In response, Ye Shaohan took a deep breath. This is home, a home that he will miss no matter how long he leaves.
Pushing open the wooden door of the courtyard, the figure in the courtyard paused, rarely put down the sword in his hand, turned around, a smile appeared on his face, and smiled at Ye Shaohan: "I'm back."
"Brother Zhang Ming, long time no see."
Looking at Zhang Ming's slightly dark face, Ye Shaohan also showed a smile on his face, a smile from the bottom of his heart. However, after feeling the aura on Zhang Ming's body, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but have a look of surprise on his face.
, said in astonishment: "Spiritual Emperor Realm? Brother Zhang Ming, you have broken through to the Spiritual Master Realm."
Zhang Ming also had a look of astonishment on his face, and immediately smiled and said: "You are the same, Ye Shaohan, if I remember correctly, you are only about to be sixteen years old."
Ye Shaohan still remembers that Huo Qilin once said that Zhang Ming has understood the artistic conception. As long as he breaks through the spiritual master realm, the bottleneck of the spirit emperor realm will no longer be a bottleneck for him, which means that Zhang Ming will eventually reach the spiritual realm one day.
Zongjing.
However, Ye Shaohan still didn't expect that Zhang Ming would break through to the spiritual master realm in just a few months. Could it be that the guy in front of him has more abnormal qualifications than himself.
Thinking of this, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but sigh with emotion, and chuckled softly: "Congratulations on finally breaking through to the spiritual master realm."
Hearing this, Zhang Ming chuckled and nodded, but there was inexplicable sadness in his eyes again. He turned around and looked at the tomb a few meters away, the cold stone slab, and the lilac flowers carved on the tombstone. There were some withered remains around the stone slab.
The vegetation could no longer be moved away when Zhang Ming's eyes rested on the tomb.
After taking a few steps forward, Ye Shaohan also stared at the stone slab, slowly squatted down and said softly: "Zhang Zishan, I'm back."
The cold wind blew and rolled up Zhang Ming's long hair, which was as white as snow. At this moment, Zhang Ming said: "Ye Shaohan, I want to go out..."
"Are you going to kill Xiao Zhiyuan?" Ye Shaohan looked away from the stone slab, fell on Zhang Ming's empty gaze, and said softly.
The cold wind blew by, rolling up the dead leaves on the ground. A chilling air filled the entire courtyard. The birds in the courtyard were frightened and flew outward. Zhang Ming nodded slightly and said calmly: "He is alive."
It’s too long.”
After saying that, the long sword held tightly in Zhang Ming's right hand trembled involuntarily, and he made a pitiful sound of the sword. The sword penetrated people's hearts. Listening to the sound of the sword, Ye Shaohan could feel the compassion in Zhang Ming's heart at this moment.
Compassionate? Ye Shaohan stood up slowly, looked across the courtyard, fell on the busy figures in the distance, and said softly: "Yes, but it's not the time to kill him."
"Why?" Zhang Ming said with a slightly surprised tone.
Regarding this, Ye Shaohan smiled and explained: "Now, a sword tomb suddenly appeared in the ancient city, and Xiao Zhiyuan, as the deputy city lord of Niefeng City, must have known about it for a long time. I heard that no one knew his whereabouts a few months ago.
Now if you go to the manor in Niefeng City, you can't find him."
"I can go to the ancient city to find him." Zhang Ming still did not give up and said, Ye Shaohan was not him, so Ye Shaohan could not feel the murderous intention towards Xiao Zhiyuan in Zhang Ming's heart.
"Oh, in seven days, the family will enter the ancient city, and Xiao Zhiyuan will definitely show up at that time."
Ye Shaohan half-squinted his eyes and said lightly, if the Ye family and the royal family unite, then Xiao Zhiyuan, as the deputy city lord, should follow closely behind those members of the royal family. Perhaps, Xiao Zhiyuan will die by then.
Thinking of this, a hint of coldness flashed across Ye Shaohan's dark eyes.
"good."
Suppressing the murderous intention in his heart, Zhang Ming's eyes turned back to their former hollowness. The long sword in his right hand thrust out like lightning, and the sharp explosion sounded in vain.
Seeing this, a rare look of surprise flashed across Ye Shaohan's face. Standing next to Zhang Ming, Ye Shaohan clearly felt that Zhang Ming's sword did not use spiritual energy, but the speed was so terrifying and its power should not be underestimated.
If Zhang Ming uses sword energy, how powerful will this sword be? There is no defense, no fancy, just a sword that can kill either the enemy or me.
The sharp explosion also alarmed Aunt Feng in the house. Aunt Feng put down the robe in her hands and pushed open the door. When she saw the familiar figure in the courtyard, the corners of Aunt Feng's eyes couldn't help but moisten, and she stepped out
His footsteps couldn't help but stop in mid-air, and he looked at the figure quietly, muttering softly: "The young master has become taller."
Ye Shaohan also turned around suddenly, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, looked at Aunt Feng, and choked with sobs: "Aunt Feng, I'm back."
Under the treatment of the elixir, all the diseases in Aunt Feng's body were eradicated. At this moment, Aunt Feng looks younger and younger, her overall condition is also better, and the wrinkles between the corners of her eyes are no longer so obvious.
Seeing this, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Aunt Feng wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said with a smile: "It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back."
Suddenly, a gurgling sound came from Ye Shaohan's stomach. Ye Shaohan touched his nose with his right hand and said with a smile: "Aunt Feng, I'm hungry. I miss the pigeon rice you cooked..."
"Master, please wait, I will do it for you right away." Aunt Feng immediately grabbed the apron hanging on the wall, tied it on herself, and walked towards the cooking. After a few moments, the smoke from the kitchen slowly began to appear.
Looking at the smoke from the kitchen and Aunt Feng's happy face, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but whisper: "It feels so good to be at home."
At this moment, Ye Shaohan had a feeling that he understood Ye Jiajun's way of protecting the people he cherished most. Even if he was running around outside and fighting against death all day long, he could still make the people he cherished the most live a good life.
Hearing this, Zhang Ming, who was dancing the sword, couldn't help but nodded in agreement. Only when he was wandering alone could he feel the warmth of home better. Although it was just a thatched house, it couldn't be replaced by those magnificent attics.
Seven days later, in the early morning, the mist filled the courtyard, and the melodious sound of the piano floated in the courtyard, and Zhang Ming danced his sword as always.
Beside the courtyard, Ye Shaohan was sitting cross-legged on the ground. In front of him was a small wooden table. On the wooden table were a harp and an incense burner. The incense burner was constantly emitting white gas.
Wearing a black robe, Ye Shaohan's face was calm, and his slender fingers kept shaking on the strings. As the strings were plucked, the melodious sound of the piano came out. However, if you look closely, you will see that Ye Shaohan's hands are not touching.
The strings were less than an inch away from the strings, and light cyan spiritual energy shot out from Ye Shaohan's fingertips.
Ye Shaohan actually controlled the spiritual energy to pluck the strings. The terrifying nature of Ye Shaohan's spiritual energy could not break the strings.
It can be seen from this that Ye Shaohan's control of spiritual energy has reached a miraculous level. As the hand gestures continue to change, the spiritual energy on the fingertips also changes constantly, and the sound of the piano also changes accordingly, sometimes high and sometimes low.
Spiritual energy slowly flowed in Ye Shaohan's body. At this moment, Ye Shaohan looked more and more out of the dust. His dark eyes were as clear as a vigorous spring, without the slightest murderous intention.
If the sound of the piano wants to infect others, it must first infect yourself.
At this moment, Ye Shaohan was gradually intoxicated by the sound of his piano, and slowly closed his eyes. What appeared in Ye Shaohan's eyes was not the bloody scene of corpses everywhere, nor the tragic scene of rivers of blood. Ye Shaohan seemed to have turned into a
The great roc with its wings fluttering high, soars above the nine heavens, looking down at the vast land below.
His state of mind was always so peaceful, there was no killing, the murderous intention in Ye Shaohan's heart was constantly washed away, and Ye Shaohan looked more and more otherworldly.
Unknowingly, Ye Shaohan's state of mind improved at an extremely slow rate. Although it was slow, it was always improving. Indistinctly, Ye Shaohan's soul strength also increased.
As the sound of the piano continued to drift, Zhang Ming rarely stopped his sword and stood quietly on the spot, looking at Ye Shaohan with his eyes closed, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
Until the rising sun dispersed the mist in the courtyard, Ye Shaohan's music stopped, his eyes opened, and he murmured softly: "Is the time up?"
The mist has begun to disperse, and warm sunlight fills the entire courtyard.
Ye Shaohan stood up and put the guqin and wooden table into the necklace. Regarding the existence of the necklace, Zhang Ming had already known that Ye Shaohan had a space ring, so he was not surprised.
Aunt Feng had already opened the window and prepared hot rice porridge. Ye Shaohan and Zhang Ming both filled their stomachs and said goodbye to Aunt Feng.
After a long time, under Aunt Feng's reluctant eyes, the two of them disappeared on the streets of Xiaodao. Ye Shaohan did not go to the attic where Ye Gaotong lived, but walked directly towards the martial arts training hall.
Although it was already early in the morning, waves of deep shouts could not help but be heard from all over the Ye family. Wherever Ye Shaohan passed, there was no doubt that the children of the Ye family felt strange.
What made the Ye family curious was the man with white hair behind Ye Shaohan. Since Zhang Ming stayed in the courtyard for several months without going out, few people knew of Zhang Ming's existence.
The two figures were as erratic as the cold wind. A few moments later, the huge martial arts training hall appeared in Ye Shaohan's sight. He nodded to Zhang Ming, and the two of them walked towards the martial arts training hall.
The entire martial arts training hall was surrounded by Ye Jiajun, and Ye Jiajun could be seen among them. Looking at the familiar clothes, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but feel a sense of intimacy.
A group of people were already standing on the square inside the martial arts training hall, including the Ye family Jun who was wearing a black martial robe, and the elders of the Ye family. Even the four old men from the library were also present.
Among the rows of Ye Family Army, An Meng was among them. Standing in the line of a Ye Family Army team, An Meng followed closely behind. His face was as indifferent as ever, but compared to the previous indifference, An Meng couldn't help but have a hint of complexity in his eyes.
Color, a few days ago, she was told by Ye Gaoleng that An Long had withdrawn from the Ye Family Army, and that he would take over An Long's position and become the captain of the seventh team.