C38 Wind and clouds
C38 Wind and clouds
"Puchi!"
The black dagger gently floated up and slashed across Ye Qingxie's neck, bringing along a trace of blood.
"Your family members will not provoke me. I guarantee their safety!"
Ye Qinghan did not lament too much as he ended Ye Qingxie's life with a clean and crisp slash. He only turned around silently and walked into the room. He carried his sleeping sister on his back, grabbed the bedsheets, tore them into pieces, and tied his sister firmly to his back. Then, he walked out of the room and out of the small courtyard.
Then, Ye Qinghan... He began to do a crazy action. He started to light fires and burn down the courtyard. The courtyard was not made up of marble like the west yard. Instead, it was mostly made of wood. The moment he set the fire to work, it instantly set off a raging wave of fire that engulfed the entire courtyard.
"Qingyu, brother will bring you out to seek justice, then we'll leave this damn place together, forever … "Not coming back."
Facing the raging flames, Ye Qinghan's expression became relaxed. The huge fire burned the courtyard that he lived in for more than ten years, and it also seemed to have burned the cage that was pressed down on his heart for more than ten years. If the soul did not have a cage, then of course it could freely fly. This feeling was as if … Very good!
Ye Qingkuang also did not have the habit of waking up early, at least not this early. However, he had received great benefits from others last night, so he had to take care of this matter for them, no? So he woke up early in the morning, called Ye Qingxie, and told him to go do what he needed to do.
He was very satisfied with his loyal subordinate, Ye Qingxie. This man had brains and power. He was very clear-cut when it came to handling matters, and he also understood his master's intentions. For example, he didn't send anyone to deal with today's matter. He immediately understood what was going on. He immediately led the two subordinates sent by his little city's father, silently walked out of the Drunken Heart Orchard, and rushed towards the East District.
After tormenting himself for a bit, he was not sleepy, so he started cultivating his battle skills. Last night, he accidentally got an Emperor Stage battle skill book from Xue Wuhen.
The soul was the foundation of everyone, but it was more important for the Martial Cultivator. When the Martial Cultivator cultivated to the later stages, she would need to comprehend the natural laws, and if the soul was stronger, then the comprehension of the natural laws would be easier. It was just that this soul tempering book was broken, and it was only given to the first volume, which was why Xue Wuhen gave it to Ye Qingkuang as a bargaining chip.
"Eldest Young Master."
Ye Qingkuang was startled awake, he looked angrily at one of the guards at the door. The guard's expression changed, but he still spoke: "Young Master, Ye Qinghan is back. He was even escorted back by the Barbarian City City Lord."
"Ye Qinghan? Ye Gun sent someone to bring him back? "
Ye Qingkuang frowned slightly as he pondered over the meaning of these words. Ye Gun was from the Third Branch of the Night Gun, he knew. But why did Ye Gun escort a trash back? Could it be that Ye Qinghan had gone to the Third Branch? He had sided with the Night Gun? And it just so happened to be back at the right time! What's so special about this?
"Send someone to follow Ye Qinghan far away, be careful not to get exposed, Ye Qingxie … It shouldn't be that stupid, right? " Ye Qingxie suddenly said, the matter seemed to have become complicated, could it be that the Third House wanted to do something? He decided to clarify the situation first and then see what he could do next.
However, it hadn't even been five minutes when the reports from his subordinates came back. He actually couldn't control the situation. Ye Qingxie that idiot did not manage to settle the matter well, and Ye Qingyu actually committed suicide. A family adopted an orphan, it was not worth mentioning, it was just that Xue Wuhen expressed regret.
It was just that he did not expect the guards to spread the news one after another, which shocked him a little. Ye Qinghan actually dared to kill someone, and not only did he have the guts to do so, he even had the strength to do so. Fine, so be it. Although the Night Leopard was one of his subordinates, he didn't feel the slightest bit of regret or heartache. He just thought of the perfect timing … He had a reason for rushing over himself, so he hastily led his subordinates to rush over.
But... Halfway there, he turned back and received even more shocking news. Ye Qinghan had killed Ye Qingxie and set fire to the house, rushing towards the west yard.
He actually killed Ye Qingxie! On what grounds did he have to kill Ye Qingxie?
The first thing that came to Ye Qingkuang's mind was that white-faced scholar's third uncle, the Night Gun. There was a conspiracy, there was definitely a conspiracy! Leaving aside the fact that Ye Qinghan did not have the guts to kill Ye Qingxie who was a Core Descendant of the family, even if he dared to kill Ye Qingxie, would he be able to? He was at the second level of the General Realm, and Ye Qingxie, who had reached the third level of the War Beast, could already be killed by him. With his cultivation at the first level of the elite realm?
It must be, the Night Gun sent people to help him secretly, but none of his subordinates noticed it. Furthermore, Ye Qinghan had killed people and dared to set fire to his own house. Although it was his house that was being burnt, it was clear that they wanted to cause a huge ruckus and lure out the three ancestor Sects of their family.
Ye Qingxie instantly understood many of the "truths", even though they were only truths that he believed in. But only this way of thinking made him feel that it was reasonable, that it was only natural. Thus, he immediately sent out all of his subordinates.
After a group of people took the north gate, they told Xue Wuhen that he no longer needed to wait and also tactfully expressed their apologies. When the group of people went to Ye Jian's courtyard, he told his father everything that had happened and his own deductions. As this involved the battle between the main house and the third house, he didn't dare to move carelessly anymore and could only rely on his father to make a move. The other group of people went to the Hall Of Punishment, and asked Ye Rong to bring people to their own courtyard, in order to not change anything, and to see what kind of mess that piece of trash could stir up!
...
The northern gate of the Blue City.
Xue Wuhen had been waiting quietly in an exceptionally luxurious carriage. He was somewhat agitated and nervous. However, as the sun rose in the east and rose higher and higher, his mood also worsened. His handsome face was a little angry, a little disappointed, and a little twisted.
Elder Shi and Elder Mo did not dare to breathe. They could only lift the curtains and look into the distance from time to time.
"Young master, there's a fire! The east yard is on fire!"
Suddenly, Elder Shi saw the thick smoke coming from the east yard. It was a red light and he couldn't help but scream.
"Pah!"
Xue Wuhen looked through Elder Shi's eyes, his distorted face instantly becoming sinister, and with a force, the teacup in his hand shattered. He took in a long breath and closed his eyes. His expression seemed to have returned to calmness. However, his hands were faintly trembling, causing others to feel the anger in his heart.
"There's no need to wait any longer, return to the Snowfall City!"
After a long while, Xue Wuhen finally recovered his calm and weakly waved his hand as he closed his eyes once again.
...
Ye Jian had a habit of drinking tea early in the morning. At this moment, he was sitting in his Ninth Aunt's room and slowly sipping tea. Tea was good tea, top quality tea-cup of ten purple Crystal Coin s tea. The person who poured the tea was an exquisite person. This ninth concubine, whom he had bought from Thirteenth Street a few days ago after spending hundreds of purple Crystal Coin, was once the most expensive clean servant of the same building.
Looking at the beautiful woman who spoke with a smile as beautiful as a snow lotus on a mountain, Ye Jian smiled slightly. He waved her hand, gesturing for her to sit on his lap, but in his heart, he felt a tinge of regret.
"A footman? Ye Dao, if the you back then weren't so stubborn, how many servants would you need now? A man? Why hang from a tree? And in the end, he even hanged himself! "
Reaching out his hand and through the thin silk clothes, he began to enjoy the boundless beauty that this red card waiter had brought him. Who said that men were forty and sabers were slow?
"BOOM, BOOM!"
Just as he was about to unsheathe his treasured saber and start a massacre in all directions, the door rang. Therefore, he very angrily roared without any bearing: "What happened? "Don't know if I'm drinking morning tea?"
The subordinate outside the door obviously knew that this master had the habit of drinking 'morning tea'. However, due to the great importance of the situation, he did not dare to hold it in. He said in a low voice, "Sir, a house in the East District is on fire."
"Trash, if you're on fire, why do you need to report this to me?" When Ye Jian heard this, he became even angrier. He was already on the verge of going berserk, who cares about the west yard.
When the guard saw that Ye Jian was probably going to set the fire on his body, he immediately explained, "Don't be angry, milord. Young Master Bastard sent people over, saying that the fire was from the East Branch, and is related to it … The third branch said they have a major report. "
"Impudent? Lao San? Tell him to come in. " Ye Jian thought about it carefully, then recovered his calmness. He straightened his clothes, picked up the cup of tea, and started to taste the real tea.