C2 A child wants to be raised but no one is with him

In the evening's Blue City, the weather had already gradually cooled down. Right now, a light drizzle was drizzling down from the horizon, adding a bit of chilliness to it.

It was already a quarter of an hour in the morning. With such a large Blue City, basically no one could be seen on the streets, and only the dim candles and flames from the shops would occasionally sway in the wind, causing the desolate Dong Ye Ping to feel somewhat desolate.

Yet there was a completely different scene with a small Inner-hospital of the City Lord Palace's Nightingale's Castle. The small courtyard was brightly lit by candles, but the door was tightly shut. A youth in green clothes was kneeling outside the door.

The chilly rainy night, the brightly lit Compound, the youth kneeling under the rain, and the occasional bolt of lightning that struck down from the horizon, all of these scenes were especially strange and completely different from each other.

"Clan elder, please grant us your wish. Ye Qinghan will repay the debt to the clan for the rest of his life …"

The green-clothed youth stubbornly kneeled on the ground, allowing the rain to fall on his head and body. However, he completely ignored them, and continued to kowtow towards the Compound while shouting loudly.

His hoarse voice was exceptionally loud in the silent night.

However!

But it was so quiet inside the Compound, as though the door was still tightly closed as if it had never smelled anything before. He saw the reflection of the candle flame dancing and swaying on the window paper.

A long time, a long time!

The green-clothed youth's voice was hoarse as he crawled on the ground, as if he was sleeping. However, he occasionally lifted his head, causing his delicate and pretty face to turn especially pale under the cleansing rain. Under the light of the candle flame, his face was filled with determination and bitterness.

The door was still closed, silent.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier!

...

The sky had already turned white and the rain had stopped. Inside his Compound, there were remnants of a storm everywhere.

The green-clothed youth was still kneeling on the ground without moving. His slightly trembling body and the trace of blood in his slightly narrowed eyes let others know that he was still awake and bitterly holding on.

Jiyaaa!

The Compound door, had finally opened.

Seeing the two middle-aged men standing at the door, the green-clothed youth's eyes suddenly opened wide. The desire in his eyes was obvious. He moved his dry lips, wanting to say something, but no words came out. He only gave another deep bow to the two middle-aged men.

"Child, why are you so stubborn!" You don't want your own body? "

The two middle-aged men were both forty years old and were important figures in Blue City and even in the Martial Immortal Manor. One of them wore a long grey robe, had a tall nose, eagle-like eyes, and a faint scar from the corner of his mouth to his ear. His name was Ye Rong, a Vice Elder of the Ye Clan's Discipline Hall, and a member of the Elder's Courtyard. The other one wore a white robe, had a scarlet gold crown on his head, and was holding a fan. He looked like a gentle scholar, and his name was Night Spear.

The one who spoke was the Night Gun. His hand trembled and he kept his fan.

Unexpectedly, the young man did not seem to appreciate the kindness, and continued to stubbornly kneel, licking his dry lips, and stared at Night Gun, and said: "Third, Third Uncle? How about it! Has the Hall of Elders agreed? "

"This?" "Sigh …" The White Scholar like Night Gun shook his head, his expression was somewhat gloomy and helpless. It was obvious that the matter was not going to end well.

"Ye Qinghan, you don't need to kneel anymore. Go back." At this moment, Ye Rong, who was standing behind them, spoke up. His eagle-like eyes revealed a trace of malevolence. The scar at the corner of his mouth became even more malevolent as he spoke with a cold voice.

"Your mother was originally a renowned courtesan in a brothel. Back then, your father had ignored the public's wishes and redeemed her, then married her back to Ye Family. This matter had already caused a huge uproar within the clan, and had ruined the clan's moment. The Patriarch even wanted to expel your parents from the Ye Family, but fortunately, the family was magnanimous and did not pursue the matter any further. However, he did not recognize your mother as Ye Family's daughter-in-law either … After that, your father was arrogant and conceited, charged into the God Falling Mountain alone, and died from serious injuries. Your family also didn't treat you and your son unfairly, and they still paid you every month's worth of money; if not, you would have long been living on the streets. "

"Now that your mother has died of illness, the clan forgives you for your filial piety and helps you to bury her. You don't know how to be grateful. You even asked for your mother to be buried with your father? I see your head is burning? The ancestral tombs were the tombs of the heroic ancestors of the Ye Family. Your mother is a brothel prostitute, yet she has yet to be recognized by her family and still wishes to be buried in an ancestral tomb? Retreat quickly and continue to make a ruckus here, agitating all the elders. Don't blame me for giving you the law! "

"You …"

Ye Qinghan was angry and furious at the same time. He suddenly stood up and glared at Elder Rong. Unexpectedly, because of kneeling for too long, he had to take another night of rain. The cold entered his body, causing his body to tremble and his head to spin. He almost fell down and retreated a few steps before regaining his balance.

"You what you? Yesterday, you used a despicable method to sneak attack Ye Qingxian and heavily injure him. Seeing that your mother had just passed away, the Hall Of Punishment pardoned your crimes. Today you have come to disrupt the elders' hall again, do you think that the clan's Hall Of Punishment does not dare to heal you? Still not retreating? "

"Haha!" Family... The family really treats me and my son well. It's really not bad at all … Rest assured Elder Rong, from now on, I won't bother you esteemed Elders anymore, the Hall of Elders! "Haha …"

Ye Qinghan looked at the Ye Rong, who had a cold smile on his face, and his Third Uncle Night Gun, who had a helpless expression. He laughed bitterly. His voice was filled with desolation and desolation. Raising his head and staring at the words "Hall of Elders" on the Compound door for a long time, the corner of his mouth slightly curled up in ridicule. Wiping the rain from his face, he turned around and left.

Third Uncle has already tried his best, but your Eldest Uncle Ye Jian and Elder Ye Rong were able to suppress them with just a single strike, making the elders helpless. Right now, only if you work hard and cultivate, break through to the commander level before the age of sixteen, or summon your Sixth Grade during the Flame Dragon Festival, you will be able to join our family's Core Descendant. "When that time comes, I will speak to the elders' hall, and there will be hope for you to fulfill second sister's wish …"

Eh!

Ye Qinghan's footsteps paused, and an inaudible voice rang beside his ears. It was the sound transmission from his third uncle, the Night Gun. He turned his head and gratefully nodded towards Night Gun, then disappeared in the vast morning mist.

...

Nightingale's Castle was the City Lord's Palace, the direct line of Ye Family, and the place where the Core Descendant resided. It took up several hundred acres of land, and there were tens or even hundreds of courtyards. From afar, it looked like a small palace.

The castle was divided into the East Branch and the West Branch. Usually, all of the Ye Family's upper echelons lived in the West Branch. The East District was the residence of a few guards and servants.

On the other hand, in the east wing of the fortress was a small, independent courtyard. Beside the courtyard was a miscellaneous house, obviously, the people who lived here were not important figures of the Ye Family.

The morning mist gradually thickened, but the small courtyard was still lit by the dim candlelight. The white mist and red candlelight were intertwined, and with the faint sounds of a young girl crying coming from the courtyard, it made the place seem extremely mysterious and strange.

A black figure slowly approached from the thick fog, walking straight into the yard.

The hall was not very big. It was about twenty square meters and all the junk had already been removed. There was only a huge black coffin placed in the middle of the hall. There was a girl sitting beside the coffin, burning paper money.

The girl looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old. She was wearing a full white mourning dress which was tightly tied around her body. She had delicate features, snow-white hair, and two faint tears on her face.

When the young girl saw that someone had entered, she hurriedly tidied up her luggage and wiped away the tears on her face. She stood up and saw a youth in azure clothes staggering into the room. His figure was filled with desolation and desolation. Her tears fell like rain and lightly cried:

"Brother!"

The one who came was Ye Qinghan. Hearing his sister's sobbing cries, he looked at his sister's haggard and skinny face. He couldn't help but wipe the corner of his eyes as he straightened his back, forcefully pulling himself together.

He walked over and pulled his sister Ye Qingyu's hand. He picked up the incense and lit it, then kneeled on the ground and kowtowed three times. Then he motioned for his sister to continue burning the paper for his mother while he knelt in front of the coffin.

"Your child is unfilial and was unable to fulfill your mother's last wish. For now, you can only bury your mother in the Western Mountain and ask for your mother's soul to rest in peace!" Mother, don't worry. Your son will take good care of himself and his sister, cultivate diligently, and restore the prestige of our second branch … "

As they talked, the dejection on Ye Qinghan's body gradually disappeared, to be replaced with a face full of unswerving determination and decisiveness.

After a long while, he seemed to recall something and stood up. He picked up the bowl of wine on the ground and twisted with force. He pulled out a piece of the bowl, raised his left hand, and cut it with the bowl. He slightly wrinkled his brow and said in a deep voice:

"The heavens are my witness. Today, I, Ye Qinghan, swear that in my lifetime, I will spend all of my life's effort to enroll my parents' spirit tablet in the Sacred Spirit Hall of God City. Every year, I will receive tens of thousands of kowtows.

With that, Ye Qinghan used the power of his five fingers and crushed the half bowl into powder. The white fragments of the bowl fell to the ground, dripping with the fresh blood of the dead. It was a shocking sight to behold, red and white mixed in.

Ah!" "Bro, have you gone mad …

Ye Qingyu, who was at the side, suddenly shouted, "I swear before the spirit!" But this was Flame Dragon Continent's most solemn oath. To enter the God City Holy Spirit Hall was the highest honor for a spirit tablet. Only a person or supreme expert who had made a huge contribution to the continent would have the right to enter. Big brother, this thing... This was forcing him into a dead end.

Ye Qinghan shook his head, and started laughing, his entire body had a tragic and decisive aura, as he looked through the door, and spoke in a low voice into the distance:

"Hehe, since they aren't even willing to enter this small grave, then they might as well keep it a secret. Then... "I will bet my life on it. Even if I have to live a poor life, I will still enter the Sacred Spirit Hall and enjoy the glory of having ten thousand people pay homage to me. I will also have all of you great people pay homage year after year …"

The young and tender voice was sonorous and forceful as it transmitted into the distance through the small courtyard.

In the distance, the morning sun was rising as it cleared the morning mist.