"As the young master of the Yi family, you are obsessed with women. Do you know that you are wrong!"
A nihilistic whip struck him mercilessly, and his back was instantly torn in half with bloody marks. The cold wind poured into the wound, and it was unclear whether it was numbness from pain or numbness from cold.
"I don't know." Yi Shaoyang replied.
"On the day you were established as young master, you swore in front of your ancestors that you would take the glory of the family as your own honor and be responsible for the rise and fall of the family. Do you remember these twelve ancestral precepts in your heart?"
With a crack of the whip, another bloody mark appeared on his back.
After a period of silence, Yi Shaoyang lowered his eyelids and lowered his head.
"have."
"You can practice what you preach!"
The sound became louder and louder, and the spiritual whip was drawn harder and harder. With a snap, the straight figure staggered to his knees.
"...live up to my grandfather's expectations."
Yi Shaoyang's last word fell, and then countless energy attacks came from the air. He knelt motionless and resisted all punishments.
In less than a moment, the green shirt was stained with blood, and the original appearance could not be discerned.
The woman and child behind him rushed forward heartbroken.
"Stop fighting, Patriarch Yi, please stop. Ah Yang will die. He is not at fault, it is me who is wrong! Please let us go, please. I beg you."
The woman cried and begged, and knocked her head on the ground again and again, making a clear thud.
Yi Shaoyang endured the pain and hugged his wife, stopping her from kowtowing. "Please, don't cry. You are not wrong. I have disgraced my ancestors and I deserve this punishment."
"Daddy." The little boy sobbed and hugged his parents.
Yi Shaoyang held his hand and solemnly asked, "Help dad take good care of your mother."
The little boy had tears in his eyes. He didn't understand the emotion in his eyes. He only heard clearly that he should take good care of his mother.
"Okay! I will take good care of my mother."
Yi Shaoyang smiled with difficulty, and used his last spiritual power to send his wife and children to the back. He also set up a barrier to protect them and stopped them.
He opened his lips but heard no sound? He coaxed with his mouth, "Don't worry, it will be fine soon. Just be good and don't cry."
The ancestor of the Yi family, his biological grandfather, a cultivator who transformed gods, he wanted to take his wife and children to escape? There was no way to escape.
Under the whipping of the spiritual whip, Yi Shaoyang's back was as rotten as a puddle of mud, his ribs were broken, and his spiritual energy almost collapsed.
Ancestor Yi really beat people to death!
When he was in a trance, someone asked him? "Do you know that you are wrong?"
Yi Shaoyang heard his hoarse voice saying.
"Grandpa, please let Qingqing and Xiao go..."
The tall figure finally fell to the ground, and his bloody body could not feel the breath of life.
"Ah Yang?" Realizing something, the woman shouted to him? Her voice was filled with silent fear.
But the fallen person was unable to respond? Her already tense nerves finally collapsed.
"Ah Yang!"
The voice was sharp and trembling with uncontrollable emotions, "Old Ancestor Yi? Ah Yang... He is your biological grandson? How can you be willing to... kill him? Ah Yang, what is his fault? Why do you have to force him to admit it!"
The ancestor of the Yi family in front closed his eyes and suppressed the pain in his eyes. He said aloofly and coldly, "He should have done nothing wrong, but your existence made him make mistakes again and again. If it weren't for you, how would he be today?"
ending."
"My fault? Ah Yang's fault? Hahaha... I just didn't comply with your wishes and marry a wife worthy of the young master of the Yi family. I didn't contribute everything to the growth of the Yi family. Is this considered wrong?"
"...He is the young master of the clan, so he should remember his responsibilities." Old Ancestor Yi was silent for a moment, but still said coldly.
The woman laughed again, then suddenly stopped after a moment, staring at Yi Shaoyang's so-called relatives in front of her with strange eyes, and said faintly: "Ah Yang is right, your blood is cold, so cold that it makes people feel uncomfortable
Chills, biting to the bone!”
Patriarch Yi frowned when he heard this, his face was full of offended anger. Just when he was about to get angry, he saw the woman's actions. He was stunned for a moment, and finally snorted coldly.
After the woman finished speaking, she pulled out a dagger for self-defense and put it against her slender neck.
"Ah Yang is not wrong. Even if he is wrong, he will not be punished to death. I will bear his fault for him."
She looked at the person lying down with a lingering look in her eyes, and then looked at her son beside her with a look of pity and regret, which also made her feel endlessly guilty.
After all, he is the descendant that Patriarch Yi has high hopes for. No matter how angry he is, he will not really beat people to death.
And the biggest conflict between her ancestors and grandchildren is that she will truly face a certain death situation.
Only if she dies will the Yi family be able to rest assured and try their best to save A Yang.
The woman's tone was slow but extremely forceful, "Although your Yi family looks down on me very much, when I was a child, I was the son of Ah Yang and a bloodline of the Yi family. The youngest son is innocent. I hope Grandpa Yi will not care about me as a dead person."
And the hour that bleeds half of her blood is afraid that she will suffer countless grievances and injustices in the future.
"When I was young." Old Ancestor Yi snorted coldly, and the woman didn't care. She gently called her son by his nickname. When his son looked over, she suppressed the slight tremor in her throat and said warmly: "Close your eyes, don't open them."
Open, do you hear that?"
"Mom." Xiao Xiao grabbed her mother's hand uneasily, fear gradually rose in her heart, and she could only stare at her obediently.
"Be obedient." Her gentle tone was like coaxing him to sleep.
After her son closed his eyes, the woman slashed hard with her trembling hand. The sharp blade instantly cut the skin, and hot blood rushed out along the wound.
She killed herself.
Shi opened his eyes disobediently, and the bright red eyes made his whole body feel as if he was wrapped in ice.
It’s not until your hoarse calls get no response that you understand what the fear of loss is.
Everywhere on my mother's body was red, her smoky gray dress was dyed dark, and the wet skirt lost its usual flamboyance and clung quietly to her body.
That is my mother's favorite piece of clothing...
In the second half of the night, the bright moon disappeared, dark clouds gathered, and soon heavy rain poured down. The pink Qixing petals were knocked down by the raindrops, and mixed with the blood on the ground.
There were patches of red and pink, and with his blurred eyes, he could no longer tell whether the red was his mother's blood or the original color of Qixinghua.
These were obviously Ji Xing's stories, and every bit of resentment and pain in them had nothing to do with Tong Yan, but her heart twitched for no reason at his words, as if she felt the pain he felt.
The sudden discomfort made her cover her chest, frowning, and gritting her teeth to support herself.
Ji Xing was still immersed in memories. Every time those bloody memories were brought up, murderous intent surged in his heart and he fell into violent emotions.
The surrounding trees rustled due to the raging murderous intent, and the strong wind swept up the red color on the ground and scattered it into the air. The night sky was full of red and blood-like petals spinning, and the soft tissues were infected by the murderous intent, carrying a few minutes of winter.
The night is sharp.
There was a solemn atmosphere in the small courtyard.
A hand unconsciously tugged on his sleeve. The evil spirit that was raging in the courtyard was suddenly interrupted by this hand. The atmosphere became stiff for a moment. The high-speed rotating flower pieces suddenly lost their strength and floated.
Flowing down, it formed a different kind of red rain.
Tong Yan thought that she should comfort him at this moment, even if she couldn't say a few words of comfort.
However, she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, as if a strange sadness and loneliness suddenly came over her, making her breathless and taking away her desire and strength to speak.
Both of them lowered their heads in silence and did not speak.
Until his knees were covered with bright red Qixing petals, Tong Yan finally let go of his hand holding the cuffs, moved his stiff legs that were sitting cross-legged, and straightened his upper body while kneeling.
Then, unexpectedly, he hugged the young man in front of him.
"All your wishes will come true!"
She couldn't say any beautiful words of comfort. How could a casual word or two about losing her mother make him forget the pain he had endured for decades.