The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

Even the little spirit pets raised by the servants of the Yun family were burned to ashes, and naturally no one came to manage the ancestral grave. Although Qin Feng kept taking photos of the Qin family to help, the Qin family would at most take care of Qin Yao's tomb and help clean it up. I don't care about the tomb that is so ruined that I can't stand it.As a result, the entire cemetery is overgrown with weeds, cypresses and cypresses, and a scene of decay.

Yun Ying looked around and sighed silently in her heart.

Even though his father was not of the real blood of the Yun family, after all, he would rely on his grandfather and the Yun family to grow up again, and it was precisely because of this that he was able to form a bond with his mother.

Yun Ying used to listen to Cui Zun talk about his father's part of his life as Geng Jiu, and he was fascinated by it, and almost forgot his father's other name.

However, the moment she stepped into the cemetery, all the forgotten emotions surged up again, and the cognition in her bones as the Yun family once again rushed upwards crazily.

My origin, my destination, and my whole life all started from here...

She wiped out all the weeds with her hands, repaired the weak tombs, and then walked towards Qin Yao's tomb with an almost pilgrimage mentality.

Feng Jing originally wanted to come in with her, but she stopped and stayed outside the cemetery, watching her small and small back passing through the thorn and hazel forest, stepping over the scattered moon shadows after the branches were cut, step by step, weeds were removed, the tomb was tidied up, and finally Stopping at her mother's tombstone.

Back then when the evil cultivator destroyed her family, Qin Yao was surrounded by many evil cultivators and wanted to take revenge. She blew up her dantian without hesitation, taking away the lives of a dozen evil cultivators, and her own body was also turned into dust in that self-explosion.

Right now, what remains in the Yun family's ancestral grave is nothing but a tomb of clothes.

The tombstone reads "Yunmen Yunyi's Tomb of Shen's Wife Qin Yao", her father's name and mother's name. When she saw them written side by side in the past, she always felt a sense of happiness in her heart.But when they are written side by side on the tombstone, what Yunying brings is only endless emptiness.

Feng Jing watched Yun Ying kneel down reverently, carefully wiped the dust on the tombstone, and sent the two water jade statues she got from the Martial Arts Conference into the tomb.

The water jade statues are useless, they are just a symbol of honor. When Yun Ying found them among the prizes, she decided to bring them to her mother's grave, and spend the days and nights with her.

She didn't say anything, she didn't cry, but her straight back in filial piety looked like a cold blade under the moonlight.

Ever since she saw her mother's last words in the cave, she really never cried again, not even at this time.

Feng Jing couldn't bear to look at her again, so he looked away from the other tombstones. After reading them one by one, he realized that he didn't find Yunying's father's tomb.

She felt strange, after Yun Ying walked out of the cemetery, she thought about it but couldn't help asking: "Where's your father's tombstone?"

"My father was not buried. He disappeared at that time, and his life and death are unknown. Of course, his life and death are unknown. In fact, it is more likely that he has left long ago." The rustling sound disturbed their snow-blue shadows under the bright white moonlight.

Feng Jing hurried to catch up and asked her where she was going next.

Yun Ying said as a matter of course: "Go and say goodbye to uncle, and then go back to the sect."

"Is this thing over?"

Yun Ying knew that what he was asking was about her uncle, she nodded slightly: "I think so, maybe my uncle won't have any other thoughts, maybe my uncle will want to have another child after all, but I think as long as I do this step, I will be fine." enough."