"Isn't your sister accompanying you?" Ye Shaohan chuckled, but he couldn't help but secretly curse himself for being stupid when he said the words, "Is your sister still practicing so hard recently?"
"Yeah!" Speaking of An Meng, An Ling could not help but show a hint of pride on his face, and said proudly: "Sister said that as the leader of the Ye Family Army, it is natural that he must practice hard!"
In response to this, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but see the heroic figure of An Meng in front of his eyes. The four commanders of the Ye Family Army were as if they were dying after following Ye Gaotong into the ancient city. It was obvious that they had a narrow escape from death.
Therefore, at Ye Shaohan's suggestion, Ye Jiajun re-selected four commanders, and An Meng was one of them. Now An Meng has reached the third level of a spiritual master, and Ye Shaohan believes that her breakthrough to the spiritual master level is just around the corner.
"Teacher, I find that you are becoming more and more irresponsible! You haven't taught me piano skills for a long time!" Dark Spirit said in a rather dissatisfied tone.
"Isn't this looking for you?" Ye Shaohan chuckled and shook his head. The snowflakes were still floating, and the two figures kept walking forward along the stone path. In the end, the snowflakes also drowned their figures.
The clear and graceful voice of the dark spirit also sounded on the stone path. Doubts about months of piano skills undoubtedly exploded at this moment, and Ye Shaohan also answered patiently.
The wind and snow are still there, and the roar of the cold wind and the girl's chuckle are so sweet...
...
Night falls silently, and the vast white earth and the dark sky form a sharp contrast from a distance.
The candlelight floating in the evening wind is like a beacon guiding wanderers home. Even though the cold wind is getting stronger, the candlelight is still floating proudly.
Pushing the wheelchair, Ye Shaohan looked at the building in front of him that didn't look grand but had a grand feeling.
Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar courtyard in front of him, Ye Shaohan had a trace of reminiscence in his eyes. He lived here many years ago, but later he was driven to that servant's courtyard by the Ye family. However, now standing here again, Ye Shaohan found
It doesn't feel like it did at the beginning, and the most familiar things are no longer able to withstand the ruthless knife of time.
In the cold wind, the lights in front of the attic were slightly dim, but the three figures were still vaguely visible.
There was a slight pause in his steps, and when Ye Shaohan's eyes touched one of the figures, his eyes softened.
No matter when or where that figure was, it was home. Pushing the wheelchair, Ye Shaohan strode forward a few steps.
In front, two big men were wearing gleaming armor and looking forward with extremely sharp eyes. They were obviously the guards of this courtyard.
Between the two guards was a woman, wearing a simple dress. A little white stood out among the black hair on her head. She was Aunt Feng. When Ye Shaohan and the two figures appeared in Aunt Feng's sight,
At the same time, a smile from the heart burst out on his face.
The two guards standing next to Aunt Feng knelt down on one knee with respectful expressions and shouted: "I have seen the young master!"
In response, Ye Shaohan said casually: "Get up!" After saying that, Ye Shaohan smiled at Aunt Feng and said: "It's not easy to get out of seclusion, but I'm starving to death!"
"Yes! Yes! I'm starving!" Dark Spirit's clear eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky in the dark night, he said playfully.
Aunt Feng looked at Dark Ling lovingly, patted the snowflakes on Dark Ling's show with her cocooned right hand, and said with a chuckle: "Okay! As long as little Ling'er wants to eat, Aunt Feng will make it for you!"
"It's getting cold, Aunt Feng. Let's go inside!" Ye Shaohan took off the cloak from behind and tied it around Aunt Feng's body. At the same time, he held Aunt Feng's hand and walked towards the courtyard.
Under two extremely respectful gazes, the figures of Ye Shaohan and the others gradually disappeared in the faint light, and whispers spread among the two guards:
"Tsk tsk, this head of the family is really young and promising, and he doesn't have any of the arrogance that young people have!"
"That's right! Don't even look at who the head of the family is! He is the genius of our Ye family and the pride of our Ye family!"
In the cold wind, the whispers were quiet, but with Ye Shaohan's strength, he could naturally hear them very clearly.
In this regard, Ye Shaohan smiled faintly. Once upon a time, these two guards still ridiculed him, but now they praised him. The reality is always so skinny, the strong are always respected, and the weak are always respected.
hazing.
Before he even entered the house, a very pleasant fragrance of vegetables hit his face. Looking at the white steaming food on the table, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but feel warm.
However, there is a beautiful figure beside the table, with a long and natural figure hanging down from her waist. Although she is just sitting on a chair, this posture cannot cover up that proud figure at all.
The sound of footsteps gradually sounded, and under the candlelight, the pretty, slightly pale face also lifted up, and there was a hint of joy in those beautiful eyes, and then a voice like a fairy floated out: "Ye Shaohan, are you out?
closed!"
"Yes!" Looking at his nominal sister in front of him, Ye Shaohan responded softly. In response, Ye Shaolan couldn't help but have a look of sadness on his face.
Seeing this, Aunt Feng pulled Ye Shaohan's hand and pushed the wheelchair, then closed the room and said with a chuckle: "Miss, Master, and Xiao Ling'er, you three eat first, and I will heat up some dishes!"
Looking at the table full of food and wine, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but feel excited. He smiled at Aunt Feng and said, "These dishes are enough. Aunt Feng, please stop being busy and sit down and eat together!"
"How can this be possible? Master, I have to heat up your favorite dishes, as well as the pigeon porridge that Master always loves the most!"
Aunt Feng ignored Ye Shaohan's persuasion, grabbed the apron hanging on the wall and walked towards the inner room.
In this regard, Ye Shaohan no longer stopped and gently pushed the wheelchair to the table and chairs. Dark Spirit smiled sweetly at Ye Shaolan and began to destroy the food in front of him.
In response, Ye Shaohan sat down very naturally, still holding the white porcelain pot in his right hand, and his eyes fell on the busy figure in the inner room.
Inadvertently, the wrinkles between the corners of Aunt Feng's eyes became deeper, and a few white strands appeared on the black hair on her head. Inadvertently, I am slowly getting younger, but you are slowly getting older.
Ye Shaohan sighed slightly, how many people, in order to pursue the so-called strength, ignore the relatives who have always been around to take care of them. The tree is quiet but the wind is not blowing, the child is raised but the relatives are not there. Ye Shaohan still understands this simple truth.
Sometimes what they need is just the company of their loved ones, rather than the magnificent loft and countless wealth.
Putting down the wine bottle, Ye Shaohan smiled at Ye Shaolan and the greedy Dark Spirit, got up and walked towards the inner room. A few moments later, Aunt Feng's cheerful laughter and the crackling sound of burning wood rang out in the room.
A few moments later, a table full of wine and food with human fragrance appeared in front of Dark Spirit's eyes, and a warm and simple dinner began.
At dinner, Ye Shaohan did not discuss any family or cultivation issues. Instead, he discussed household matters with Aunt Feng, such as the recent increase in pig prices and the unpredictable weather.
Under Ye Shaolan's surprised gaze, Ye Shaohan became more and more enthusiastic as he talked. It was not until late at night that Ye Shaohan helped Aunt Feng clear away the plates on the table.
Seeing this, Aunt Feng naturally refused to give in. She glanced at the smiling Ye Shaolan and laughed softly: "It's late at night, you should also send off the young lady!"
In response to this, Ye Shaohan nodded helplessly and smiled at An Ling who was still chewing on the leg: "Little Ling'er, you have to eat with grace!"
Hearing this, Dark Spirit rolled his eyes at Ye Shaohan and said contemptuously: "Teacher, your eating appearance just now was not very good either!"
In response, Ye Shaohan could only shake his head helplessly. Instead, Ye Shaolan, who was beside him, wiped his lips with a smile and stood up. Ye Shaolan said to Aunt Feng who was busy in the inner room: "Aunt Feng, I'm going back!"
"Miss, be careful on the road!"
Aunt Feng's voice came from the inner room. After hearing the words, Ye Shaolan'er responded and walked out of the courtyard. Ye Shaohan followed closely behind and just stepped out of the courtyard.
The cold wind blew towards their faces and rolled up their foreheads. Under the gaze of the two guards, the figures of Ye Shaohan and Ye Shaolan gradually disappeared on the stone path.
Winter nights always seem so deserted, even in the Ye family manor where there are many people.
The candlelight flickered in the distance, and Ye Shaohan didn't know what to say as he looked at the beautiful woman so close. A little bit of true energy appeared on his fingertips. The true energy was constantly changing at his fingertips. It was obvious that Ye Shaohan was strengthening his control over the true energy.
They walked together quietly, not saying anything to each other, just walking quietly. The moonlight, through the bare tree trunks, projected on the two of them, leaving a pair of long and slanting figures on the ground.
A few moments later, Ye Shaolan stopped, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and said softly: "Snowflakes are falling, but what is falling is life. The moonlight tonight is less cold, but more warm."
Snowflakes slowly fell under the night sky. After hearing this, Ye Shaohan raised his head slightly and looked at the bright moon in the sky. The moonlight tonight was very beautiful, and the silver-white brilliance spread all over the place, like a layer of hazy white frost.
"I'm leaving tomorrow!" After a long time, Ye Shaolan said softly, her voice as soft as the slanting moonlight.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan's expression remained unchanged, and he asked softly: "Where are you going?"
"Sword God, when my father called me to come back, I asked my master for a few months' leave! And now, when I go back, after experiencing so many disasters, I also find that the cultivation level that I was quite proud of at the time has really changed.
Looking so unbearable in front of a strong man, the Ye family is not just yours, I also want to fight for the Ye family!"
Under the moonlight, the white figure seemed to merge with the white snow on the ground.
"Are the other disciples who have worshiped the Sword God also leaving?" Seeing Ye Shaolan'er nodding, Ye Shaohan said solemnly: "Then have a nice trip!"
"Yes!" Ye Shaolan was silent again, and the two of them walked forward quietly again. A few moments later, Ye Shaolan spoke again: "I hope I can see you now when I come back! Also, if there is no unnecessary killing,
, it’s better to kill less, you shouldn’t bear the infamy, and your sword shouldn’t be stained with so much blood!”