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Chapter 798: Suffering

The last time Ye Xiaochuan saw Yuan Yang was seven or eight hours ago, when he, Zhu Changshui and other Cangyun Sect disciples hid behind the crowd and released their swords. I didn't expect that it was only a few hours, and heaven and man were separated forever.

In a small dilapidated earthen house, there were seven or eight corpses covered with white cloths, and Yuan Yangzhen was one of them. The weather in the desert is too hot, and the corpses will rot with maggots for two more days, so the corpses will be burned later and the ashes will be returned.

Zao Wou-ki, Chang Xiaoman, and Xiao Wu were all next to Yuan Yangzhen's corpse, Xiao Wu was helping Yuan Yangzhen sort out his clothes, Chang Xiaoman was putting on Yuan Yangzhen's makeup, and Zao Wou-Ki stood aside with a sad face, like an elm pimple, without saying a word.

Yuan Yang is really the youngest disciple of the Chiyan Dao people, and he is stubborn, but his popularity in Cangyun Gate is still good.

Zhao Wou-Ki is the saddest at the moment, Yuan Yang Zhen can almost be said to be brought up by him, he was not yet ten years old when he first entered the mountain, he taught him Yin and Yang Qiankun all day long, taught him to practice swords, and taught him to read and write, now that Yuan Yang Zhen is dead, he, a seven-foot man, can't help but burst into tears.

When everyone saw Ye Xiaochuan coming in, they didn't say anything, Ye Xiaochuan didn't speak, and slowly walked in front of Yuan Yangzhen, looking at Yuan Yangzhen's somewhat reddened cheeks that were painted by Chang Xiaoman with rouge, Ye Xiaochuan's body shook a little.

Zhao Wouji knew that Ye Xiaochuan had an excellent relationship with the junior brother, and when Yuan Yang's body was really cremated, he motioned for everyone to go out first, so that Ye Xiaochuan could give the junior brother a ride at the end.

After everyone walked out, Ye Xiaochuan took out a large jar of wine from the Qiankun bag, sat next to Yuan Yangzhen, took a sip of the wine jar, and poured some on the sand beside Yuan Yangzhen.

In his mind, the picture of growing up with Yuan Yang Zhen kept coming up, he knew Yuan Yang Zhen very young, among a group of gentlemen, only Yuan Yang Zhen was the same age as him, and the two of them grew up together in open crotch pants.

messing around together, abducting and abducting together, stealing together, drinking together, gambling together, and even molesting female disciples together.

Twenty-six years old, only twenty-six years old, a fresh life left him forever.

Outside the earthen house, Xiao Wudao, the third disciple of the Chiyan Daoist, said: "Senior brother, it's not too early, let's hurry up and send the little junior brother on the road, this is not Cangyun, the demon sect and demons are nearby, if you fight again, it will be too late." ”

Zhao Wouji said heavily: "Little junior brother and Xiao Chuan grew up together since childhood, and they are the best friends, so just wait a while." ”

The earth house was exposed on all sides, there were gaps everywhere, and everyone saw that Ye Xiaochuan didn't say anything, just sat next to Yuan Yang Zhen and drank one sip at a time.

Drinking and drinking, suddenly Ye Xiaochuan cried loudly, his voice was desolate and sad, and his heart was broken.

Everyone outside the house heard Ye Xiaochuan's crying voice, and they couldn't help but look inside, and saw Ye Xiaochuan holding the big wine jar in his arms and crying, looking up to the sky and crying, this is really sad, and there is absolutely no element of fraud.

Zhu Changshui squatted outside the house with his head in his hands, also bursting into tears.

The damned person was him, it was Yuan Yangzhen who pushed him away at the last moment, and blocked the attacking ghost head knife himself.

Ye Xiaochuan's cry was very desolate, and the disciples of Cangyun Sect and other righteous sects who were passing by around couldn't help but feel sad in their hearts when they heard his cry.

After crying for half an hour, Ye Xiaochuan wiped his tears, and when he walked out of the house, it was already a little dark, and there were many Cangyunmen disciples outside the house.

Seeing Ye Xiaochuan come out, many people were in awe. They no longer had the playful eyes that they used to look at the big rats.

Not many of the disciples who died in the battle of the righteous path were brought out of the corpses, and more than 400 people were killed in the Cangyunmen battle, and less than 30 corpses were brought out.

Cremation is different from mortals who burn it with dry wood, find a large flat stone slab and put the body on it, and the samadhi true fire will be urged, and it will soon be burned into a pile of white ashes, and then the ashes will be filled in a small jar and continue to burn the next person.

Ye Xiaochuan didn't go to see the scene where his good brother was turned into ashes, he was drinking alone on the sand dunes outside Tucheng.

At first, he didn't have such a big hatred, how many people died in the righteous path, as long as he didn't kill his acquaintances, now that his good brother is dead, he really hates Xuantian Sect, he thinks that it is the Qiankun son of Xuantian Sect, and let his good brother die in the desert, if this old guy doesn't summon the righteous path to come to crusade against the Demon Sect, then there will be nothing.

This is the second time he has grieved and suffered in so many years, the first time was when Situ Feng died ten years ago, and he did not recover for several days.

Although he was stubborn, he was a man of great affection. He was afraid of death, but if it was for the sake of his friends, he wouldn't care about his own life.

For example, rescuing Baili Kite and going deep into the temple, such as seeing Yun Qiyou walk into the Candle Dragon Passage, he knew that it was very dangerous, but he still followed in.

Jar after jar of wine, and soon there were several empty jars at his feet.

People who have something on their minds will always get drunk quickly, Ye Xiaochuan's alcohol consumption has skyrocketed in the past few years, but this is definitely not the time for him to drink, and soon the whole person began to sway.

He was about to drink again, when a white hand reached out beside him and snatched his wine jar away.

Yun Qiyou casually threw aside half a jar of wine and said lightly: "You can't drink it." ”

Ye Xiaochuan's eyes were a little misty, sitting on the yellow sand and looking at the beautiful fairy in white clothes in front of him, in the moonlight, she was really beautiful, but Ye Xiaochuan didn't have any pity at the moment.

He said, "You go away, you don't have to worry about my business!"

Yun Qiyou didn't walk away, but slowly sat down next to Ye Xiaochuan, took out his water bag and stuffed it to Ye Xiaochuan, and said, "You have drunk a lot of wine from the afternoon to now, and if you drink it again, it will hurt your body, drink some water to relieve it." ”

Ye Xiaochuan wanted to throw away the water bag, but suddenly felt that his mouth was really dry, opened the plug and raised his head to drink.

Yun Qiyou said: "I know the pain in your heart. ”

Ye Xiaochuan pursed his lips and said with a smile: "I'm not bitter, what am I suffering, Yuanyang is really a scumbag, a scum, and I am not sad at all when I die of a scum." ”

Yun Qiyou didn't speak, because she saw that on Ye Xiaochuan's smiling and flushed cheeks, there were two tear stains slowly slipping down, and tears dripped down Ye Xiaochuan's chin on his shirt.

She looked at Ye Xiaochuan's painful appearance, and her heart was also extremely sad.

For the first time in her life, she seemed to reach out and take the sad man in her arms.

She said softly: "Everything will be fine, believe me, everything will be fine, Situ Feng died ten years ago, didn't you also survive? When the sun rises tomorrow, all the troubles will disappear, and you are still the happy Ye Xiaochuan." ”