Eight hundred and fortieth chapters talk between young and old
The wind whistles and chills, the night is quiet and cold,
The cold wind as cold as thorns blew from all directions, turning around and around among the snow peaks. After thousands of twists and turns, it formed a strong wind as cold as a blade. That wind
The wind blew louder and louder, and the cold wind blew across the ice and snow layer, cutting holes in the solid ice layer, and suddenly thousands of crisscrossing cuts spread out.
This is a special snow peak in the mountains. There are only two or three months in a year, and the crisscrossing cold wind is like a sharp blade. And Ye Qianyou's figure is standing on the mountainside.
In a dark cave inside, all the internal energy in his body was sealed, and sharp whistling sounds sounded wantonly in the cave.
Streams of strong wind like blades rushed straight into the cave from the outside, and the wind blades fell on him, as if thousands of sharp blades were cutting his body wantonly. His eyes were like ghosts.
, his figure is like a sculpture, and his face is as pale as snow.
The hard struggle still had no effect. The wind blade rushed in, scratching his snow-white fur robe at will. Soon the fur robe on his body was torn open by the strong wind. The sharp force
The wind cut away from the torn fur robe and finally fell on him.
Wind blades blew into his body one after another. He endured the pain like being cut by the blades, and his body trembled slightly. The crime of patricide was not tolerated by nature, and he knew that he had committed such a heinous crime.
A serious crime will definitely receive the most severe punishment, so he endured it all willingly.
In decades, he was the first disciple to be sent here. He had to endure the pain of the wind blade cutting off his body day and night. Although it only lasted for two or three months, his inner strength was sealed and he had to endure the pain.
What's the difference between ordinary people? Ordinary people, let alone two or three months, are cut by the blade-like cold wind every day and night, and their whole bodies must be cut by the wind blades with thousands of wounds.
This is the most severe punishment that Ye Ming Palace can impose on a disciple who has committed a crime. Of course, only disciples who have committed heinous crimes are treated like this. And he is honored to be the first among the disciples in the past few decades to suffer this kind of punishment.
This pain of being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts, he was about to be torn into pieces by this cold wind as cold as a blade.
He knew that he was unjustly accused, but he had trouble speaking out. He knew that all this was a conspiracy, a conspiracy against him. Perhaps he had a vague feeling that this was a huge conspiracy against Ye Ming Palace.
But what can he say, and who can he tell it to? He has committed the crime of patricide, and no one will believe him. No one will believe a sinner who even killed his own father.
With a slight "hiss" sound, he knew that the fur robe on his body had been torn open again. He also knew that when all the fur robes on his body were torn to pieces by the wind blade, his body would also be torn apart.
The wind blade cut it full of holes. Eventually, the blood on his body would flow out along the wounds until all the blood in his body was gone.
Since the internal energy in his body had been sealed, he did not think of making unnecessary sacrifices. He stood quietly at the entrance of the cave, letting the cold wind as sharp as a knife blade cut his body wantonly.
In the distance, there was a white color, and the faint night was reflected crystal clear by the white ice and snow. He could clearly see the towers towering into the clouds, and he could also see the dark buildings through the sky.
Several faint yellow lights came out. He knew that was the location of Ye Ming Palace, which was the place where he had grown up since birth. He had never seen Ye Ming Palace from such a distance. Now, looking at the night from a distance?
Hades gave him a strange feeling.
There was only the sound of the whistling wind in the cave, and his lonely mood was drowned by despair. Since he was born, he had not known what loneliness was, what loneliness and loneliness felt like, but he had never tasted it. Now, he had the opportunity to taste it.
, but was replaced by another state of mind.
The pain all over his body seemed to have no feeling at all, and he didn't know whether his dead heart could be aroused. He only knew that there was the softest emotion flowing in his heart, and that was the delicate face of Arctic Clouds.
The flawless face would appear in his mind from time to time.
There is nothing sadder than the death of the heart. Ye Qianyou's heart may have died long ago. His heart was already dead the moment his father Nighthawk King fell. Or maybe he has not yet cultivated to a strong state of mind, truly
A strong man dares to face the most miserable thing about himself, but he knows that this is a conspiracy, but he can't face it. He can only say that he still doesn't have the courage to face his failure.
"I didn't expect you to have no fighting spirit at all. As the most outstanding young generation of the Ye family, you just suffered some blows and fell into despair. It's really disappointing." A faint voice came into his ears.
.
Ye Qianyou was shocked. The sound came from the cave, and he heard the wind coming from outside the cave into his ears. It was a very strange voice, and the voice was a little hoarse, as if
It was as if someone was trying to cover it up. There was a deep disappointment in that voice, disappointment for him, and the disappointment of hating iron and steel.
"So what, I have not failed in my life. Failure means that my life has been ruined. If I lose to Ling Tianyun, I know that my life has ended. That kind of halo that attracts so much attention should not be worn on my head.
Above my head. Only the endless abyss is my destination, and I am the first to blame myself for all this."
"It's your own fault. You put it lightly. You have failed those who expected you. Have you ever thought about how much it cost Ye Ming Palace and the Ye Family to train you? Have you ever thought about your father Han?
He died unjustly, don't you want to avenge him? Do you think that Ye Ming Palace is in danger, a temporary failure is nothing, how can you grow without experiencing disaster."
"Hahahaha", when Ye Qianyou heard the man's answer, he suddenly raised his head and laughed, and there was a hint of deep sadness in his smile.
"I, Ye Qianyou, have gathered thousands of favors in one body. I, Ye Qianyou, am the next candidate for the palace master. Why do I, Ye Qianyou, need to fail? Why do I, Ye Qianyou, need to suffer disaster? Some people are destined to be extraordinary when they are born, and some people are destined to be extraordinary.
No matter how hard I try, I still achieve nothing. I thought I was the one who was destined to be the protagonist from birth, but I found that all this is false. I am not the protagonist of Ye Ming Palace. If you want to persuade me to say anything, then I am sorry,
The former Ye Qianyou is dead, and the current Ye Qianyou is just an ordinary person, a useless person who cannot bear such a big responsibility."
Then Ye Qianyou simply walked into the cave, and sat down with his back against the stone wall of the cave. At this time, he had experienced dozens of wind blade cuts, and his unparalleledly handsome and enchanting face had been cut by the wind blade.
A cut was made, and bright red blood flowed down the river. His meticulously pulled bun was also torn apart by the cold wind. At this time, his hair was disheveled, exuding an aura of endless decadence.
"Alas!" The person who did not show up let out a long sigh. In the end, the person never made any sound again, and everything returned to silence, except for the howling cold wind blowing wildly.
Yejia has not yet put on the white cloth, and there are not even a few lanterns hung high in Yejia. However, there is a strange aura in Yejia, and a figure shuttles back and forth like a ghost.
Finally, a figure flashed through a thick door, and a slender figure flashed out of the thick door.
A handsome face was reflected in the dancing candles. Ye Feiyu's slender figure was stretched by the candlelight, and there was a proud look in the corners of his slightly raised mouth. He was very skillful in this room.
A secret door was opened, and then a dark stone staircase appeared in front of him.
The stone steps extended downward. At the end of the stone steps was a dimly lit basement, where a bonfire made a "chirping" sound. As soon as he entered the basement, his eyes fell on a fire next to the bonfire.
body, and then he walked towards the figure.
The weak bonfire was beating, and the flames emitted a dim light. There was only the weak bonfire in the cold basement. The endless burning bonfire reflected an old face. The back was not majestic, but it was trembling.
figure, but there was no sparkle in his cloudy eyes.
"Old man Pang, there is good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear?"
The old figure heard Ye Feiyu's joking words, but did not react at all. He just glanced at the other party slightly with his dull eyes, and then stretched out his skinny hand and approached the beating bonfire.
He tightened his thick cotton clothes, as if the weak campfire could not give him the warmth he needed.
"You're too stubborn. What's so good about Ling Tianyun that you, an old man, are so protective? It's been some time since my elder brother caught you, and he has never seen you. I'm different, good wine and delicious food
You are waiting for me, but you are stubborn. The outside world is so wonderful, why don’t you tell the secrets of your family?”
"You are all the proud sons of heaven. How can we ordinary people compare with you? Besides, the secrets of my family are also the secrets of the world. Young Master Ye wants to know so much, maybe he wants to return to the earthly world. Old man, I don't believe it.
You, Young Master Ye, will be moved by the mortal heart. Ye Ming Palace is the fairy palace in the sky in this world. Isn’t it good to live a life of respect and pampering?"
"Old man Pang, although my eldest brother doesn't know the secrets of your family, I know that your family has secrets. Naturally, I know better than you what Ye Ming Palace is like. But then again, I'm just asking for others,
That person is very interested in the world."
"The sun really rises from the west. When did the second young master of the Ye family learn to run errands for others? I don't know which fairy actually made the second young master of the Ye family willing to do these menial tasks of running errands. It's really strange."
The old man seemed to be familiar with Ye Feiyu, and there was not much respect in his tone. Instead, he said jokingly to the other party.
"Old man Pang, you really know how to joke. There is no such thing as a fairy. He is a man." Ye Feiyu heard the other person's joking words, and he waved his hands in a hurry to explain. But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw
There was a strange look in the old man's eyes, "I said, Old Man Pang, where did you go? It's not what you thought." He explained quickly, but his explanation made the old man look strange.
It's getting more and more prosperous.
"Okay, I'm too lazy to explain to you. Your Ling Tianyun has been sent to the 'Dao of Life and Death'. This shows that the palace owner attaches great importance to him. Of course, this is good news. As for the bad news, the 'Dao of Life and Death'
There are dangers everywhere, and if you are not careful, your life will be in danger. What I can give you today is this matter. How about telling you about your young master? Do you want to repay me with some external things?
"
After the old man heard Ye Feiyu's words, a faint smile appeared on his face. There was no emotion on his face. It seemed that he understood all of this.
"What's there to talk about outside? It's nothing more than life and death, food, rice, oil and salt, or love, hate, and hatred." The old man put away his faint smile and said to Ye Feiyu with a complicated light from his eyes.
. He seemed to be intoxicated in the dust of the past, and he slowly narrated it to Ye Feiyu.
The young man is as delicate as jade, the old man is as old as withered, but the bonfire is flickering.
The two figures looked particularly harmonious under the light of the bonfire. As the young man listened carefully and the old man continued to talk, the temperature in the basement seemed to have increased a lot.
"Old man Pang, I will bring you a drink next time, but I forgot about it today." After hearing this, the young man stood up and said to the other party as if he was not interested.