Chapter 798 Suffering

The last time Ye Xiaochuan saw Yuan Yangzhen was seven or eight hours ago. At that time, he and Zhu Changshui and other Cangyunmen disciples hid behind the crowd and released flying swords. Unexpectedly, they were separated forever in just a few hours.

In a small, dilapidated earthen house, there were seven or eight corpses covered with white cloth, and Yuan Yangzhen was one of them. The weather in the desert was too hot, and the corpses would be maggoty and rotten if they were left for another two days, so they would be burned later and the ashes would be taken back.

Zhao Wuji, Chang Xiaoman, and Xiao Wu were all next to Yuan Yangzhen's corpse. Xiao Wu was helping Yuan Yangzhen to tidy up his clothes, and Chang Xiaoman was putting makeup on Yuan Yangzhen. Zhao Wuji stood aside with a sad face, like a block of elm, and said nothing.

Yuan Yangzhen was the youngest disciple of Chiyan Taoist. He was a little naughty, but he was still popular in Cangyunmen.

Zhao Wuji was the saddest at this moment. Yuan Yangzhen could almost be said to have been brought up by him. When he first entered the mountain, he was not even ten years old. He taught him the Yin-Yang Dao, swordsmanship, and reading all day long. Now that Yuan Yangzhen was dead, this seven-foot-tall man couldn't help but shed tears.

When everyone saw Ye Xiaochuan coming in, they said nothing. Ye Xiaochuan didn't say anything either. He slowly walked to Yuan Yangzhen's front. Looking at Yuan Yangzhen's cheeks that were a little red after Chang Xiaoman painted them with rouge, Ye Xiaochuan's body shook.

Zhao Wuji knew that Ye Xiaochuan had a very good relationship with his junior brother. Yuan Yangzhen's body would be cremated soon, so he signaled everyone to go out first and let Ye Xiaochuan send his junior brother off for the last time.

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

In his mind, the scene of growing up with Yuan Yangzhen kept emerging. He knew Yuan Yangzhen when he was very young. Among a group of playboys, only Yuan Yangzhen was the same age as him. The two grew up together wearing open-crotch pants.

They played together, cheated together, stole together, drank together, gambled together, and even molested female disciples together.

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

Outside the earth house, Xiao Wu, the third disciple of Chi Yan Taoist, said: "Big brother, it's getting late, let's send the little junior brother on the road quickly. This is not Cangyun. The demons of the Demon Cult are nearby. If we fight again, it will be too late."

Zhao Wuji said heavily: "Little junior brother and Xiaochuan grew up together. They are the best friends. Just wait a little longer."

The earth house was exposed to the wind on all sides, and there were gaps everywhere. Everyone saw that Ye Xiaochuan said nothing, just sat next to Yuan Yangzhen and drank one mouthful after another.

As he was drinking, Ye Xiaochuan suddenly burst into tears, his voice was desolate and sad, and his heart was broken.

When everyone outside the house heard Ye Xiaochuan's crying, they couldn't help but look inside. They saw Ye Xiaochuan holding a large wine jar in his arms, crying with tears streaming down his face, and looking up at the sky and crying sadly. This was really sad, and there was absolutely no falsehood.

Zhu Changshui squatted outside the house with his head in his arms, and his face was also in tears.

He was the one who should be killed. It was Yuan Yangzhen who pushed him away at the critical moment and blocked the attacking ghost-head knife himself.

Ye Xiaochuan's crying was very desolate. The disciples of Cangyun Sect and other righteous sects passing by could not help but feel sad when they heard his crying.

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

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

Not many of the disciples who died in the battle of the righteous sect brought out their bodies. More than 400 people died in the battle of the Cangyun Sect, but only less than 30 bodies were brought out.

Cremation is different from burning with dry firewood by mortals. Find a flat large stone slab to put the body on, and the Samadhi True Fire will be activated. It will soon be burned into a pile of white ash, and then the ashes will be collected in a small jar to continue burning the next person.

Ye Xiaochuan did not go to see the scene of his good brother turning into ashes. He was drinking alone on the sand dunes outside the earth city.

At first, he did not have such a big hatred. No matter how many people died in the righteous sect, as long as his acquaintances did not die, it would be fine. Now that his good brother is dead, he really hates Xuantian Sect. He thinks it was Qiankunzi of Xuantian Sect who made his good brother die in the desert. If this old guy did not summon the righteous sect to come to fight against the Demon Sect, nothing would happen.

This is the second time he has been sad and painful in all these years. The first time was when Situ Feng died ten years ago. He did not recover for several days.

Although he is naughty, he is a very loyal person. He was very afraid of death, but if it was for his friends, he would not care about his own life.

For example, when rescuing Baili Yuan and going deep into the temple, or when seeing Yun Qiyou walking into the Candle Dragon Passage, he followed in even though he knew it was very dangerous.

He drank one jar after another, and soon there were several empty jars at his feet.

People with worries always get drunk quickly after drinking. Ye Xiaochuan's drinking capacity has increased dramatically in the past few years, but this is definitely not the time for him to drink. Soon the whole person began to stagger.

He was still preparing to drink more, but a white hand stretched out from his side and snatched his jar of wine.

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

Ye Xiaochuan's eyes were a little blurry. He sat on the yellow sand and looked at the beautiful fairy in white clothes in front of him. In the moonlight, she was really beautiful, but Ye Xiaochuan did not have any sympathy for her at this moment.

He said: "Go away, don't bother me!"

Yun Qiyou didn't go away, but slowly sat beside Ye Xiaochuan, took out her water bag and stuffed it into Ye Xiaochuan's pocket, saying: "You have drunk a lot of wine since this afternoon. Drinking more will hurt your body. Drink some water to relieve yourself."

Ye Xiaochuan wanted to throw away the water bag, but suddenly felt that he was really thirsty, so he opened the cork and drank it.

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

Ye Xiaochuan pouted and smiled: "I am not bitter, why should I be bitter, Yuan Yang is really a scum, a scum, and I am not sad at all for the death of a scum."

Yun Qiyou didn't speak, because she saw two tear marks slowly sliding down Ye Xiaochuan's smiling and flushed cheeks, and the tears dripped down Ye Xiaochuan's chin onto his clothes. At this time, Yun Qiyou realized that Ye Xiaochuan's clothes on his chest had been wet for a long time, and she didn't know whether it was wine or tears.

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

She seemed to reach out her hand for the first time in her life and embraced this sad man in her arms.

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