When they were approaching Yuanshui Xiaozhu, they saw Ning Xiangruo and others standing at the door from a distance. Several female disciples were holding white palace lanterns in their hands. When they saw Yun Qiyou gradually appearing in their sight, these Yuanshui Xiaozhu
All the female disciples of Zhu began to shed tears, except Ning Xiangruo who did not shed tears.
She can't show her weak side because no one will be strong for her.
"Master, my unfilial disciple Yun Qiyou is back."
Yun Qiyou was still more than ten feet away from the fence gate of Yuanshui Xiaozhu when he suddenly knelt down and cried heartbrokenly.
Ye Xiaochuan was about to help her up, but Sun Yao quickly stepped forward and grabbed him.
Sun Yao said in a low voice: "Kneel down three times to greet filial piety and need to be supported by the elders. This is a rule. I have asked Meihezi to inform the master uncle and uncle Jingxuan to come over. Don't mess around."
It has to be said that although Sun Yao is a small-minded person who is bound to retaliate, as the future No. 2 figure of the Cangyun Sect, his performance in matters of right and wrong is indeed impressive.
Ye Xiaochuan watched Senior Sister Yun kneeling on the road paved with bluestones, rubbing her knees forward little by little. Soon she could see faint red blood stains under her knees, and her heart was pounding.
However, rules are rules. Since ancient times, China has put filial piety first, and there must be no sloppiness in the rules of filial piety.
The crying here has alarmed other disciples on Samsara Peak. The originally noisy Samsara Peak suddenly became quiet again, and many elders came here.
Some disciples also wanted to come, but were reprimanded and dismissed by the elders.
It has been nearly a year since Master Jingshui passed away. Ning Xiangruo was the first to attend the funeral, so it was understandable that there would be more people watching. But now that it has been so long, it is not appropriate for too many people to come.
When Yun Qiyou knelt and crawled to the gate of the courtyard, several women from Yuanshui Xiaozhu hugged her and cried, but only Ning Xiangruo did not shed a single tear.
Soon Master Jingxuan arrived, as did Yu Jizi and Gu Jianchi.
Master Jingxuan saw some chaos in front of the courtyard gate and Yun Qiyou was crying hard, so she planned to step forward and help him up.
Unexpectedly, he was grabbed by Yu Jizi, who said: "I'll do it."
This was a great courtesy. Yu Jizi, the head of the Cangyun Sect, personally stepped forward and helped Yun Qiyou, who was in pain and desperate to die.
Yun Qiyou stood up, walked three steps, and knelt down again.
After helping him up three times in a row, Yun Qiyou knelt down again. Yujizi said: "Senior nephew Yun, your master passed away peacefully. You don't have to be too sad. You can go in and offer incense to your master."
Yun Qiyou was still kneeling on the ground, and slowly moved towards the small mourning hall where her master's tomb was. Yu Jizi wanted to help her up, but she shook her head and refused.
Yu Jizi let out a long sigh and stopped insisting. Seeing that Yun Qiyou's knees were still bloody, he turned to Gu Jianchi and whispered: "Go and prepare some of the best elixirs."
Gu Jianchi nodded gently.
Not many people entered the courtyard, only three or five. Most of the elders and elite disciples were outside looking at Yun Qiyou's back and listening to her heartbreaking cries.
Only then did everyone realize that Fairy Ling Bing was not cold, she just hid her inner emotions.
The small mourning hall of Yuanshui Xiaozhu was very far away. It was at the very back. After a long time, Yun Qiyou's figure gradually disappeared. At this time, the elders and some elite disciples outside Yuanshui Xiaozhu slowly began to discuss it.
Almost everyone gathered around Ye Xiaochuan, and the young disciple could not speak at all.
Ye Xiaochuan bowed down and saluted the seniors one by one, shouting "Master, Uncle, Master."
Seeing his master, Ye Xiaochuan almost shed tears. The master has aged a lot in the past two years. He didn't have much gray hair on his head before, but now even his beard is a little gray.
"Master! Disciple... I'm back. I'm unfilial. I didn't know for so long that Master was almost killed by a gangster! I'm unfilial!"
Ye Xiaochuan knelt in front of the drunk Taoist, hugging the drunk Taoist's thigh just like he did when he was a child. He didn't care about the many people around him, and his nose and tears were flowing together.
This time it was really too dangerous. According to Zhou Wuyan, if Senior Sister Ning had not insisted on performing an autopsy on Uncle Jingshui, I would have never seen Master again!
The drunk Taoist Lao Lao burst into tears and helped Ye Xiaochuan up, saying, "It's okay for me, master. I just hope you come back safe and sound. It'll be good if you come back."
Yang Jiujiu was holding Wangcai and calling him "little senior brother" outside. There were several uncles and uncles in front of him who were blocking his way and couldn't get in. They were just like Zhao Wuji and Gu Pan'er worrying about the outside. Taoist Chi Yan laughed loudly.
He patted Ye Xiaochuan's shoulder with his thick palm and said: "Old drunkard, I found that you have the most vicious vision over the years. You have accepted two disciples, one is more promising than the other, and Xiaochuan actually crossed the sea of the underworld.
This is something we didn’t even dare to go to when we were young.
The things I think about are amazing, amazing..."
Yuchenzi said: "This is not the place to talk. Let's walk around and talk slowly when we go back. We old guys should listen carefully to the experiences of these children in the sea of underworld. We are not old-fashioned yet, maybe we can
Take a trip to the Sea of Hell and travel around the world!"
Ye Xiaochuan was pushed into his yard by old guys with gray hair and eyebrows. When he saw the beautiful junior sister Yang Jiujiu, Zhu Changshui and other good brothers, they could only nod with a wry smile as a greeting.
The most proud among these old guys is naturally Zui Taoist. Just as Yang Shijiu said while eating dumplings, even though Zui Taoist barely cares about Ye Xiaochuan, in fact, in his heart, he still loves this eldest disciple the most.
After all, Ye Xiaochuan followed him when he was an infant, and Ye Xiaochuan raised him by pooping and peeing.
No matter how high Yang Jiu's qualifications were and how fast his cultivation progressed, he was already fifteen or sixteen years old when he entered the temple.
In terms of the relationship between master and disciple, she is far inferior to Ye Xiaochuan.
A large group of people roared back to the courtyard where Zui Taoist lived. Not only the seniors, but also many elite disciples were all carrying small horses and preparing to come over to listen to Ye Xiaochuan's bragging. On this New Year's Eve, it seemed that there was no one on Samsara Peak.
People fall asleep.
The yard was noisy and dozens of people crowded in. Yang Jiujiu was so angry that he punched and kicked the senior brothers who came to join in the fun and couldn't drive them away.
As a result, the scene suddenly became quiet, and Yu Jizi, Gu Jianchi, and Taoist Yunhe were also seen arriving.
Once the jade machine comes, who dares to make a mistake?
He frowned and said, "What are all of you doing? Master Nephew Ye has just come back and needs to rest. You can come visit again in a few days."
As soon as these words came out, all the disciples had no choice but to bow and agree and exit the courtyard in an orderly manner.
Only some elders and elite disciples are left.
Sun Yao wanted to show off his power and wanted to hear what the head master asked Ye Xiaochuan about all night long, but his master Yunhe Taoist said: "Yao'er, go out and keep an eye on the disciples, and tell the disciples to be quiet. Don't disturb Yuan."
Over there at Shui Xiaozhu."
Sun Yao was greatly disappointed. However, after he saw Yang Jiu sneaking into the room and being thrown out by the drunk Taoist, he felt a little more balanced. After all, among the younger generation of disciples, the senior brother was the only one who entered the room.
Naturally, my status cannot be compared with that of my senior brother.
