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- The two teams returned to the north of Canghong, one after the other.
Then, we parted ways.
The so -called Tao is different. Ye Feng does not like timids who are timid and afraid of death, and even people who are fake.
So when they parted, Ye Feng didn't even bother to say hello and say goodbye to the eight Xianyun Thirteen Guards. The eight people did not dare to touch Ye Feng's brows, so they had no choice but to rush back to Chifeng City angrily.
All the way back to the Ba Fist Sect realm, Ye Feng was in a good mood when he saw the familiar green mountains and green waters in the distance.
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"Okay!" Ye Feng shouted loudly, "Invite the best chefs from the nearby villages to host a banquet for the whole sect for three days."
The next three days will be the busiest three days since the Ba Fist Sect was established.
The open-air square became a place for feasting, and everyone in the sect was squandering their precious leisure time.
But Ye Feng is not so leisurely.
Breastfeeding, changing diapers Ye Feng fulfilled his duties as a father conscientiously. After not seeing each other for just two months, Chen'er had gained a lot of weight. Whenever Ye Feng picked him up, his big and lively eyes would keep spinning.
However, what he looked at was not Ye Feng's face, but Ye Feng's pair of gloves.
This makes Ye Feng quite proud.
Ye Feng believes that one day in the future, his son will be like himself and reach the top of the world with hard work.
On the fourth day of returning to the sect, the three-day celebration ended and everything was back on track.
Ye Feng put the heads of the sixteen large skeletons he brought back, together with Rimbaud's head, in the altar, put them on his shoulders, and returned to Renjia Village with Ren Zixin.
Renjia Village, which used to be prosperous and powerful, has become overgrown with weeds. From time to time, field mice walk through the ruins buried under the withered grass, making rustling sounds.
Desolate and desolate.
As the next bloodline of Renjiacun, Ren Zixin looked at her former home that had turned into dust, with tears in her eyes.
"Look, brother Ye Feng, when I was young, I often climbed that big tree. My father was afraid that I would fall, so he carefully guarded the tree."
"That's the stove where my aunt cooks."
"This is the school grounds where my father and uncle performed martial arts."
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Ren Zixin walked slowly among the grass and ruins, digging into the young and happy childhood memories of the girl deep in her mind.
She said, Ye Feng listened.
After a long while, Ren Zixin said softly: "Brother Ye Feng, thank you."
"Silly girl." Ye Feng held her in his arms and gently stroked her hair. The breeze blew, the withered grass moved slightly, and a few petite birds flew up to the branches with a flutter. They tilted their heads and looked at the beautiful couple curiously.
Ren Zixin closed her eyes slightly, and a sweet smile suddenly appeared on her lips. She seemed to have returned to the familiar village of Ren, where she saw her father and uncle standing side by side, smiling lovingly at her.
"Xin'er, these are wild cherries from Wolong Mountain. Are they delicious?"
"Come, let's try the soup made by father."
"No, do you know how many monsters there are in Wolong Mountain? If you want to enter the mountain, you must bring at least twenty guards with you!"
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After a while, Ren Zixin opened her eyes and looked at Ye Feng, her eyes extremely soft.
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" She was loved by her father in her childhood, and now she is protected by Ye Feng. At this moment, Ren Zixin's heart is filled with happiness.
She looked at the sky and murmured: "My father and uncle are in the sky, they should be living a good life."
"Yes." Ye Feng nodded, "Let's go, Zi Xin, let's go worship our father."
"Our father" A flowery smile bloomed on Ren Zixin's face.
The two held hands and entered the small forest on one side. There was a deserted tomb where hundreds of members of the Ren family were buried.
Twenty years later, the barren land was covered with weeds.
Ye Feng removed all the weeds and arranged the heads of the human skeletons one by one in front of the barren tomb. The breeze blew gently, and the surrounding ancient trees whined, making them cry like they were complaining.
Ren Zixin¡¯s eyes filled with tears again.
Ye Feng sighed softly and said: "Father, uncle, I brought Zi Xin to see you. The enemy's head is here, you can rest in peace."
With that said, Zi Xin knelt down and kowtowed three times.
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The wind blows violentlyIt's getting bigger, and the yellow leaves are falling and rustling all over the sky.
Ren Zixin was startled: "Father and the others heard it, brother Ye Feng, father and the others heard it, right?"
The wind blows, and countless yellow leaves gather and float into the sky.
Ye Feng looked up, smiled slightly, and said meaningfully: "Yes, Zi Xin, father and uncle heard it. As you said, they must be living very well in heaven."
"kindness."
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After a while, the wind became lighter and the clouds became lighter.
Ren Zixin nestled in Ye Feng's arms, talking sweetly, with a sweet smile hanging on her lips.
Ye Feng gently let go of her, put some clothes on her body, and walked to the right
Half an hour later, Ye Feng returned to Ren Zixin and whispered in her ear: "Zixin, let's go."
"Huh?" Ren Zixin opened her eyes drowsily and was immediately stunned by the sight in front of her.
But I saw a giant stone tablet three feet wide and ten feet high standing in front of the deserted tomb, with several large characters engraved on it from top to bottom: Tomb of the Martyrs of the Ren Family.
Under the big characters, there is another line of small characters: The daughter Ren Zixin, Xu Ye Fengli.
Every word is carefully described with paintings, and the font is vigorous, like a swimming dragon, giving people a sense of majestic vicissitudes of life.
"The passing geese leave their voices, and the passing people leave their names. The martyrs of the Ren family must not be allowed to die alone in the wasteland." Therefore, in this half hour, Ye Feng concentrated on completing this matter.
With this huge stone monument, future generations will at least know that the owner of this wasteland tomb is named Ren.
Ren Zixin stared blankly at the stone tablet for a long time, then snuggled into Ye Feng's arms and said softly: "Mr., let's go home."
This is the first time that Ren Zixin calls Ye Feng "my husband".
Ye Feng felt happy, kissed her pretty face, and said with a bad smile: "Okay, okay, let's go home and enter the bridal chamber."
Ren Zixin suddenly blushed with embarrassment.
Ye Feng shouted, hugged her across his chest, hummed a small tune, and walked out of the forest.
Ren Zixin huddled in Ye Feng's arms, looked at Ye Feng shyly, and asked, "Ms. sir, what are you singing?"
"Nineteen touches, one more than Wei Xiaobao, haha"
"What is the Nineteenth Touch? Heyah, it's so bad."
"Let's drive, sit tight!"
"ah¡¡"
Ye Feng rose and fell thousands of feet, which made Ren Zixin scream.
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After a few breaths, Chenjiacun.
In the past twenty years, Chenjia Village has completely changed its appearance. The size of the village has expanded at least twenty times compared to twenty years ago. With a population of one million, it is comparable to a prosperous large town.
The only thing that hasn¡¯t changed is that the square with the statue of Ye Feng is still the center of the entire village.
The right side of the square is still the ancestral hall of Chenjiacun, while the left side has become a prosperous commercial area, which is no less lively than the county seat.
In a beautifully decorated restaurant on the commercial street, Ye Feng and Ren Zixin were sitting by the window, looking at the square not far away.
In the square, under the statue, the guards of Chenjiacun are training. Each team has 500 people, totaling six teams. Three thousand people held long soldiers, shouted loudly, and trained meticulously.
Of the three thousand people, more than 20% entered the Xuan level.
In front of the sixth team, Chu Yuan put his hands behind his back and lectured loudly: "The practice of a warrior is to condense the body and strengthen the strength. If you are afraid of hardship, you will not be able to enter the martial arts. Raise your arms higher and lower your body. Yes, just resist me like this. Hold on to the five hundred kilograms of stone for another half hour. "
Behind Chu Yuan stood a handsome young man, carrying a huge iron gun on his back. He was full of energy, and there were still some shadows of the former child Huzi between his eyebrows.
Ye Feng said to himself: "The tiger is so old, I wonder if he has a wife."
"Ms. sir, do you want to go down and talk to them about old times?" Ren Zixin asked.
"No." Ye Feng shook his head, "If we recognize each other, we can't leave without ten days and a half."
"oh."
The two sat for a while, and all the diners on the left and right suddenly stood up and looked out the window.
Ye Feng was doubly surprised. He looked out the window again and saw two more rows of trumpeters on both sides of the square. Accompanied by a long trumpet blast, dozens of rugged old men stumbled over, holding incense and respectfully inserting it into the incense burner in front of the statue of Ye Feng.
The curl of the cigarette suddenly rose.
They are worshiping Ye Feng.
A simple offering ceremony does not require?There was too much excitement in the crowd. The guards were still training, and the diners sat down again and continued to enjoy their delicious meal.
A little boy from out of town at the next table asked a middle-aged man next to him immaturely: "Dad, what are they doing?"
The middle-aged man stroked the little boy's head lovingly and said kindly: "They are worshiping the God of War in Chenjiacun. At this time every day, dozens of the most prestigious old men in the village will worship the God of War. Fragrance, may he be well forever.¡±
"Who is the God of War?"
"Before you were born, there were many bandit groups within a radius of five to six hundred miles. One day, a great warrior fell from the sky and chopped off the heads of all the bandits with just a wave of his hand."
"Wow, you are so strong!" The little boy's eyes shone with admiration.
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"Pfft¡ª¡ª"
Ye Feng had just taken a sip of wine, and when he heard the middle-aged man's introduction, he suddenly felt like he was vomiting three liters of blood.
Ren Zixin also let out a cry and said: "He chopped off the heads of all the robbers with one wave of his hand. This God of War is so strong! Yes, he is so strong."
Ye Feng was speechless.
Ren Zixin leaned towards Ye Feng's ear across half the table, lowered her voice and said, "Ms. sir, guess what their reaction would be if I told them that this God of War is by my side?"
"Don't mess around!"
"Everyone, I have something to announce" Ye Feng's stoppage had no effect. Ren Zixin stood on the chair, put her hands on her hips, and announced with unusual pride.
Whoosh!
When the diners looked in the direction of the sound, they only saw a table full of leftovers.
People are gone.
"Eh. How strange."
"Yes, there are obviously two people there."
"Are we dazzled?"
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The diners were puzzled. After thinking for a long time, they had no clue, so they had to continue eating and drinking. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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