Chapter 1041 Boring Words

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Kunlun Mountains, land of the Ye clan.

Since last night, it has been snowing around Kunlun, and the weather has turned cold.

Such a situation is common in such high-altitude areas.

The clansmen who got up in the morning practiced and worked as usual, looking at the white snow on the roofs and roads, they felt peaceful.

Just before noon, a middle-aged man dressed in black, with a long knife wrapped in a black cloth in his hand, hurriedly stepped on a row of long footprints and stepped into Ye's master. Courtyard, came to the back garden.

Some tribesmen and servants I met on the road greeted the man respectfully, "Master Longyuan".

Ye Longyuan had no intention of chatting with the people in the clan, he had too many things on his mind, so after asking about his father's location, he rushed over immediately.

In a stone pavilion in the back garden, Ye Longyuan found his father, Martial God, Ye Wuya.

It's snowing, Ye Wuya thought of having hot pot for lunch, and at the moment he was setting up a copper pot with charcoal fire, making hot pot soup.

"Hmm... Ah Qun, do you want to add some sauerkraut?" Ye Wuya asked the old servant Ye Qun who was waiting on the side with some sauerkraut leaves in his hand.

"Master, it's almost done, otherwise it will overwhelm the umami taste of this chicken soup, and the loss will outweigh the gain," Ye Qun suggested.

"I think so too," Ye Wuya nodded, so he put in some straw mushrooms and cooked first.

Ye Longyuan was not surprised to see this scene.

My father cared most about two things in his life: one, martial arts; two, food.

Sometimes, Ye Longyuan even doubted that among the two sons, Ye Longteng and himself, and the best food in the world, if he had to choose one of them, which would the Martial God choose.

To be honest, the two brothers Ye Longyuan were not sure.

No matter what big things happen outside, Ye Wuya will always try his best to satisfy his taste buds first.

"Father", Ye Longyuan had some messy thoughts in his mind, walked into the pavilion with complicated emotions, and bowed his head respectfully.

Ye Wuya naturally knew that the eldest son was coming, so he greeted cheerfully: "Longyuan, it's just in time for you to come back. I'm making Northeast hot pot with your group uncle. It's almost ready. You can cook some roe deer meat and venison later to taste." Taste them, they are all rare goods, and they are not often found outside.”

Ye Longyuan looked at the table, there was a rich pile of fresh meat and vegetables, and even some special side dishes such as sesame sauce, blood sausage, wide vermicelli, etc., which were really tempting.

"Father pays attention to food, and my son really admires it," Ye Longyuan smiled.

"Hehe", Ye Wuya said with a smile: "It's okay to be idle, and it's better for your mouth and stomach, isn't that good? You two brothers just don't know how to enjoy life..."

Ye Longyuan asked cautiously: "Father, yesterday a dozen or so great sects in our Xia Kingdom were attacked by mysterious masters one after another, the head of the Shushan School, Ling Baiguang from the Ling family was killed.

The killer has been confirmed to be Xiao Hong who escaped overseas three hundred years ago... His father must have known about it. "

Ye Wuya rinsed the venison with chopsticks, nodded and said: "Your brother told me that he also proposed to hold a World Ancient Martial Arts Conference, so we can give advice together, that's good..."

"Father!" Ye Longyuan frowned: "Three hundred years ago, those clan members who were dissatisfied with your formation of the ancient god descendants were all the elites of the major clans.

These people cannot be resisted by ordinary ancient martial arts sects. They must have cooperated with the Doomsday King Power to dare to be so arrogant.

Now all the major sects in the world are panicking, and they all began to question the abilities of our Dragon Soul and Hidden Dragon, and some elders who knew about it also began to question our clan.

The son thinks that they are trying to incite people all over the world to fight against our Ye family and against your prestige, father!

We must not take it lightly, we should be more proactive and wipe out these people faster, in order to win back the trust of the major factions! "

Ye Wuya picked up the venison meat with chopsticks, sat on the stool, blew it twice, dipped it in the sauce, and ate it in one bite.

After enjoying the taste of the meat, Ye Wuya said: "Your younger brother has already gone to the meeting, so you can go to discuss it together. It doesn't matter if the people in the world and the various sects believe me or not. not give a damn about.

Even if it is gold and silver treasures, if there are people who regard money as dung, how can I satisfy the whole world by myself?

Children nowadays...why do they always like to go to adults when they have troubles? When I was young, when I was beaten, I beat it back by myself..."

As Ye Wuya said, he took a small bowl and handed it to Ye Longyuan, "Son, everyone is back, eat something."

Ye Longyuan didn't have any appetite at all, and said with complicated eyes: "Father, back then...you tried your best to form the ancient gods, did you have some secrets and kept it from us?"

"Hiding it to you?" Ye Wuya said with a half-smile, "There's something in your words."

"My son just feels that the reactions of Xiao Hong and the others don't seem to be simply unconvinced...

If my father had only defeated those who opposed the cooperation of the clan through a life-and-death duel back then, why were they so hard to think about it? Shouldn't all of this be logical?

However, they keep saying that father, you are a 'devil' and that they are the party of justice, which makes my son feel puzzled..." Ye Longyuan said.

Ye Wuya was not angry either, and nodded with a smile, "Then what do you think? Do you think I'm a devil?"

Ye Longyuan swallowed, took a jug of wine next to him, poured himself a glass, and drank it in one gulp.

Ye Longyuan seemed to be using alcohol to boost his courage, "Of course my son doesn't want his father to be slandered by them.

But... two of my subordinates discovered that in the past month or so, more than 3,000 Indian soldiers have died inexplicably in the area where India and our country border..."

After saying this, Ye Longyuan's eyelids twitched, and he looked straight at his father.

Ye Wuya picked up his chopsticks, pointed at him with a smile, and said, "Boy, you came home today, not just to tell me about Xiao Hong and those people...

That's right, your guess is right, I sent people to Yin Country to kill people and take blood, and then used it to cultivate Feng'er's body as a gorefiend. "

Ye Longyuan's face turned pale when he heard this, and he couldn't accept it: "Father... why did you do this!? Feng'er is your own grandson! You are letting him fall into the devil's way!!

What's more, those Indian soldiers, even if they have been at odds with our Xia country for the past six months, there is no need to kill them all! Don't you feel guilty! ? "

Ye Wuya rinsed the meat with chopsticks, and casually said: "Because Feng'er is my own grandson, I am willing to find a way for him to quickly recover his cultivation.

There is no way... Rulan asked you, the husband, to help their mother and child, but if you refused, then I, the father-in-law, had to come forward.

It's good now, you let go of it yourself and blamed me, an old man, for meddling in my own business...

As for killing thousands of Indians, it was not because of their relationship with our country of Xia.

Because there are few people around here, and there are just enough people on their side, so I sent someone to get some blood over there...

As for what you said... guilt or something like that, of course I don't have that kind of thing, it's meaningless at all...

Where the hell did you kid get that silly word 'guilt'? As a father, I don't seem to have taught you since childhood..."

After Ye Wuya finished speaking leisurely, he took another mouthful of delicious venison, clicked his mouth, and enjoyed it.