At midnight, "keng--" a sound of armor-clothing clothes sounded outside the Marquis of Wu on time, even if it was a dim night, the moonlight could not be seen at all.

The winter-fell night wind is cold and dry, with the gloomy unique to dawn, passing by the quiet and cold streets, making hoarse whistling.

The Mansion of the Marquis of the King Wu is located south of Kyoto, and outside the courtyard you can see the towering imperial city directly. The mansions in the inner city of Kyoto are located in an orderly manner and are very strict. On the south side of the imperial city, they are all inhabited by dignitaries and nobles who have been appointed as ministers and ministers. Ordinary ordinary people rarely pass by, and they don’t even come and go once a year.

A plaque hanging high above the red door, the four words "Jiwu Hou Mansion" are vigorous and powerful. A pair of stone lions at the door stood tall, staring at the glare and making people intimidate.

Unlike other mansions that have no guards outside the gate, there is a small team of imperial city Yulin Guards guarding every minute and every second outside the Marquis of Marquis outside the Mansion of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis of Marquis

It was time for the handover, but the Yulin Guards had no rigor and solemnity on their faces. On the contrary, their expressions were a little annoyed and joking.

"Isn't it just a sick child? I heard that I had eye disease a few days ago. Is it necessary for us to guard it day after day?" The commander who came to hand over the handover complained a little annoyed.

"Old He, the one living inside is the little marquis, the future Marquis of the Wu. If you make more noise, let those who are interested spread it..."

He Yan's face changed a little when he heard this. Then, he curled his lips with disdain and began to defend himself. However, there was no complaint in his words.

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The earth covered with the wall is a platform, the stones gathered together to form mountains, and the water is a pool! In addition to the martial winds hidden in the Marquis of Wu’s mansion, it also contains the way of being praising the world.

However, the unique pavilions and towers seem to have faded due to disrepair and a little vicissitudes of color. There are no groups of slaves, and the night patrols are inevitable that people will feel a sense of creepyness.

The lead lantern swayed in the wind, and the faint fire light flashed and dark. Behind the old slave was a hazy and thin figure.

Wearing a black satin robe, the robe exposed the edges of the silver hollow hibiscus flowers, and the light fur is slow. The black hair has also been tied up with white jade, and a warm flying phoenix jade pendant is worn around her waist.

He was fifteen or sixteen years old, with a handsome face and a demonic face. The only thing that was the beauty was that the eyes that should have been bright and divine were tied with a dark eye mask. When he walked, he was weak and seemed to die at any time.

It is this young man whose life is like a candle in the wind. In Izumo Kingdom, he has the most prominent identity besides the royal family, and even the prince is not as good as him.

He is the last bloodline of the Ye family of the Ye family of the Izumo Kingdom, the thirteenth generation grandson of the military god of the Izumo Kingdom, and the hereditary Marquis of the Ye Chu!

"I said, "Little Marquis, you don't have to get up so early every day to go to the ancestral temple to worship. But my good dreams of old slaves were shocked." The hunched housekeeper looked resentful, and there was no trace of the respect of the slave in his words.

In previous years, the little marquis got up and went to the ancestral temple to worship, but since the little marquis was blind a few months ago because of practicing the "Blood Moon Difference Sutra", he had to accompany the little marquis to the ancestral temple before the sky was bright.

"How can you tolerate the power of the martial army... cough cough... slackness?" The cold accountability could not hide the weakness of the body. In just a few words, Ye Chu coughed so hard that his face turned pale.

The old butler Nie Tong looked at him with a sarcastic expression and said in his heart: You have been alive for a few days. But he quickly flattered: "How dare I, I, I! The little marquis step slowly, stop kowtow!"

Ye Chu's face turned pale when he heard this. A few months ago, practicing the "Blood Moon Di Ming Sutra" incomplete texts caused blindness and his body bones became weaker and weaker. It was precisely because of the halo and glory of "Jiwuhou" on his head that the pain of this body would be no longer caring for, let alone treatment.

"Cough..." Ye Chu couldn't help but cough again, his heart full of desolation.

This road has been walking for more than ten years, and every grass, every brick and tile on the road is engraved in my heart. Even if there is no light, there is no mistake.

Following the old butler's footsteps, he spent a lot of energy to come to the gate of an old temple in the mansion. This temple is the Ye family temple, and it is also a place where the Ye family members would come to take the oath whenever they went to war.

The old black tiles, mottled bluestone temple walls, and the reddish-brown porch all tell the story of the thousands of years of wealthy families.

Only a couplet in front of the door is still standing upright, and every ancient text shows the pride and unyielding Ye family lineage.

"The iron armor shatters, the broken sword is still shaking blood; the robe is covered in blood, and the soul is broken and the setting sun is still smiling."

These twenty-two words inspired many passionate men to roam the battlefield and create many heroic legends? Whenever he walked to this temple gate, Ye Chu was speechless. Even though he was hard to see now, he could still feel it.

Even the old butler Nie Tong, who was originally disdainful, looked very solemn in front of this couplet.

This is the elegiac couplet granted by the third king of Izumo Kingdom to Marquis of Marquis of Wu, and the Ye family has continued to do so. Even though the number of people has become more and more rare, they still hold their heads up to fight.

Jiwu means hiding troops, which means Xuanming Ye’s family is good at fighting rather than war.

Seeing Ye Chu stepping, Nie Tong, whose expression changed a lot, still stepped forward and helped him pass the high threshold. Then he let go and took a few steps away and waited outside.

He is not qualified, nor does he have the courage to step into the Yejiajia Temple!

Ye Chu, who had been extremely familiar with this place, slowly stepped forward, faced countless spiritual positions of his ancestors, and began to worship routinely every day.

Under the dim light, rows of heroic soul positions became increasingly loud.

Ye Chu knelt alone, his thin shadow stretched out long and reflected on the dark yellow wall.

Under the dim light, the names on the spiritual platform are blurred.

Once... how dazzling were they? Even though the iron armor was broken, even if they were covered in blood, even if the sword was broken, they yelled attentively, and blood flowed into a river wherever they passed; in the past... In the past, the military spirits they forged with iron blood were circulated. Under the setting sun, the bright red military flag will never fall.

Now...what now?

Where is the iron cloak? Where is the military soul?

The brave men who left their names in history could not resist the towering imperial power. Behind the heroes of the whole family, there was only a blind boy with injuries and deposed martial arts bones, groping to this mourning hall before every biting dawn of cold wind, and remembering the past under the dim light.

A general succeeds and has thousands of bones undone. Who sends his loyal soul back to the mountain?

The loyal and wise seniors who were once brave and good at fighting and were powerful on the battlefield now don’t know where their souls will be? In a century, besides this weak boy, is there anyone else to pay tribute to them?

"Ye Chu, the unfilial descendant of the Ye family, is the first ancestor. Now the Ye family is so guilty of me... cough... Now my eyes are blind and my body is weak... cough, cough..."

The weak voice, the low tone, the irrepressible cough, accompanied by the endless whistling wind outside the window, echoed quietly in the empty temple. It seemed as if the day when the Ye family fell, it was the present moment. It made people listen, bitter and sad!

"Now, the Ye family's reputation is still there. How can you... How can you, cough, first, you are weak... Now the emperor, cough, cough, it's going to kill my Ye family..."

A few consecutive words made his cough worse. The Ye family's great achievements in fighting across the country for thousands of years and defending their country appeared in front of them one by one. "The iron armor shattered, the broken sword was still bloody; the robe was bleeding, and the soul was broken, and the setting sun was still smiling." As a man of the Ye family, even if he was weak, he would probably not be able to go to the battlefield for his whole life, and his heart was surging. A hint of blood appeared on his pale face, and the numbness and itch in his chest was even more difficult to suppress.

"Ahem...Ahem...Ahem..."

After coughing loudly, the numbness and itch in his chest calmed down. He took a few deep breaths and his expression was dim: "Chu, I am afraid that there will be no more time. But I hope that our ancestors will bless you and help Chu seek justice for the Ye family!"

The last few words were like biting, almost exhausting all Ye Chu's strength. The only thing he could do now was breathe, and his undulating chest was like a leaking wind box, making a squeaking noise when he shrank.

His waist was no longer able to stand up, and his whole body was lying in front of the ancient cauldron like a lobster; his hand clenched into a fist did not have the slightest strength to support his body, and he looked like a dying person.

Even so, the shouting in his heart never stopped:

"Oncestors, you sacrifice your life and death for the sake of the Kingdom of Zhiyun, the Emperor, the country of the world, the people. But why! Why do the late emperor and even the current emperor want to come to our Ye family to die!!!

My father led the army and supervised the battle all his life and made countless contributions. In the end, because the emperor was afraid of him, he died of thousands of arrows in his heart!!! My mother died due to depression, and my brother also passed on the news of his death on the battlefield...

I was young and ignorant, but I was abandoned by the foundation of martial arts. Now I am like a pig or a dog, I am kept in the marquis's mansion... Ancestors, you can't give Chu a hope! If you have spirits in heaven, you must help Chu seek justice for the Ye family!!!”

The surging heart tide caused the most severe cough. The tired and weak Ye Chu finally spit out the hot blood in his chest, dyeing the mottled floor tiles in front of him red.

Boom-

Just when Ye Chu was in a coma when he vomited blood, winter thunder shook over the Ye Family Temple, like thousands of horses galloping. A late autumn lead cloud was accumulated, turning into drizzle and falling.
Chapter completed!