"These are all the wishes of the Temple of the Martial God. Please accept them."

The envoy of the Temple of War God said respectfully.

When Ye Ximei heard this, her body suddenly trembled.

She looked at the envoy of the Temple of War and asked in a low voice: "My son, what...what is wrong?"

"No... nothing happened, right?"

Ye Ximei no longer knew what she was feeling when she asked this.

She only remembered how much she hoped to hear from these people that her son was still alive.

But she was disappointed after all.

"Madam, I'm sorry to tell you."

"Mr. Ye Fan, he has almost no chance of survival."

"Also, the Temple of the War God also suggested that Mr. Chu's funeral be held as simple as possible."

"It is also for the safety of Mr. Ye Fan's relatives."

"Of course, after today, we will stay in Jingzhou City to be responsible for the safety of the Ye family."

......

Ye Ximei no longer remembered what these envoys said later. She only remembered a piercing pain in her heart, and then her brain became dizzy, and finally she fainted.

"Sister~"

"Sister, please cheer up~"

"quick!"

"Send it to the hospital!"

The Ye family immediately became panicked, and Ye Tian and Ye Ya picked up their sister and immediately sent it to the hospital.

"Yuyan, look forward to your sister Qiu~"

Because of concern, many of the Ye family followed him to the hospital.

But Ye Xilan was a little worried about Qiu Mucheng, so she asked Ye Yuyan and other juniors to stay and guard her.

However, after Qiu Mucheng knew this, he stood there without saying a word.

But her originally rosy pretty face was quickly pale at a terrible speed.

As the saying goes, there is nothing greater than the death of the heart.

Ye Yuyan and the others were also a little panicked and asked Xiang Qiu Mucheng repeatedly: "Sister Qiu, don't scare me, just say something."

"Sister Qiu~"

Qinglong and others were all in a panic.

They didn't know how to persuade them, but when they saw Qiu Mucheng's expression of not speaking, they became more worried.

"Sister Qiu, you say something~"

At the end, Ye Yuyan stepped forward and pulled Qiu Mucheng.

Qiu Mucheng's delicate body shook, and then Ye Yuyan and others saw a line of bright red blood flowing down the corners of her mouth.

"Sister Qiu, don't scare me~"

"Don't scare me ~"

Ye Yuyan and the others were undoubtedly frightened.

How difficult it is for a person to suffer to cry directly.

Ye Yuyan and others could not feel Qiu Mucheng's emotions at this time.

But they knew that Ye Fan was gone, and the support Ye Yuyan and his mother had lost.

The boy who once sheltered them from the wind and rain, who once guarded their mountains, was no longer there.

When a person reaches a certain age, the most important thing he wants is stability.

But if there is no sustenance in the heart and no reliance on feelings, how can we talk about stability?

That feeling was like a piece of my heart suddenly missing.

"Sister Qiu~"

"Woooooooooooooo~"

Ye Yuyan also cried in fear and was completely at a loss.

At this time, Qiu Mucheng seemed to have lost her soul, just standing there, letting her mouth cry and her eyes be indifferent, like a walking corpse.

“Wow~”

“Wow~”

.....

The child in the room, who was less than one year old, was perhaps infected by someone's sorrow, or perhaps he felt that someone who was very important to him had left. The originally peaceful boy suddenly burst into tears.

A few minutes ago, the family was still harmonious and beautiful, and all the stability and happiness suddenly broke down.

Sometimes, only when you lose someone can you understand how important he is to this family.

Just like Ye Fan, he is the pillar of the entire Ye family.

Now that Ye Fan has fallen, the sky in the hearts of Qiu Mucheng and Ye Ximei has collapsed, and the sky of the entire Ye family has collapsed.

This night is definitely not easy for the Ye family.

Qiu Mucheng and Ye Ximei were both sent to the hospital, but Ye Fan had to deal with his funeral.

At this time, Ye Tian and Ye Ya, the two leaders, could only handle and arrange for the sake of the company.

Ye Tian also tried to ask whether the country could come forward and help transport Ye Fan's body.

But of course the answer is no.

Now the Temple of the Martial Gods is not afraid to be involved with Ye Fan on the surface, so it is naturally impossible to ask the Chu family for Ye Fan's body. Therefore, the Temple of the Martial Gods can only persuade the Ye family to give up this idea, and the body cannot be transported back.

There is no way. Since he has already obtained this answer, Ye Tian and the others have not forced it.

They took a handful of soil from where Ye Fan lived and put it into a box.

Then, a mourning hall was simply arranged.

Moreover, according to the instructions of the Temple of War, the funeral was not very big, and it was limited to a very small number of people. Those who came to attend were Ye Fan's closest old friends and confidants.

At the funeral, Qinglong and others were wearing mourning clothes and knelt in front of the spirit.

Ye Fan's fat man, with a snot and tears, cried into a bad pen.

Li Er, Lei Lao San and others burst into tears, and they didn't know how sad they were in their tears.

Qiu Mucheng and Ye Ximei did not show up. They are still in the hospital with extreme grief.

The special envoy of the Temple of War God presented wreaths on behalf of the sword saint Tang Hao and others.

There was no interview, no one was mourning, and no one was kneeling down.

Mr. Chu, who was once glorious, was extremely desolate and lonely when he left the world.

Just like the green willows at the door, they compete for beauty in spring and summer, but when they wither, they are desolate all over the sky.

In the evening, the mourning hall was about to be removed.

The Ye family also held a funeral for one day in accordance with the recommendations of the Temple of War.

However, in the evening, a middle-aged man suddenly appeared here.

The Ye family had never seen him before, and he didn't say anything about him when asked who he was.

I just stood in front of Ye Fan's spirit, looked at his portrait, stood for a long time, and never spoke.

Behind the sunset, the sunset is setting and the sky is filled with light.

But in his eyes, there were countless time scenes that kept changing.

"Ye Fan."

"If there is a next life, I hope you can be born in a strong and unafraid of any enemy."

"If there is a next life, I hope you can be born in a hot summer where martial arts are prosperous and protected by the divine realm."

After a long silence, the man suddenly raised his head and whispered, with endless heavy weight in his words.

There was a faint flash of crystal tears in the turbid eyes.

Yes, this person is either someone else, or Ye Qingtian who faced the sword saint on the top of Yanshan that day.

Ye Qingtian, who calmed down, also realized that from the overall perspective, the sword saint's approach was not wrong.

The biggest mistake is that today's Yanxia martial arts are not powerful enough.
To be continued...