Shinto Dantei

Hearing Ye Chen's words, Ye Chongshan's expression changed slightly.

Then, he closed his eyes, and a very helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Chen'er, I didn't want to tell you about this matter so early, but what is coming can't be avoided after all."

After a pause, Ye Chongshan said, "Chen'er, follow me."

Ye Chen followed Ye Chongshan's footsteps and walked all the way to the family's martial arts pavilion.

"Chen'er, go to the second floor of the martial arts pavilion, and everything will be revealed naturally."

Ye Chongshan looked at the second floor with emotion.

He kept this matter a secret for ten years.

He was afraid that Ye Chen would be furious and die because of it after knowing it.

As the agreed time was getting closer, even if he wanted to hide it, he couldn't hide it.

What is coming will always come.

Ye Chen walked steadily to the second floor of the martial arts pavilion.

The last time he came here was because his father left him a broken sword, and he also said that only after he chose to embark on the path of swordsmanship, this broken sword could be handed over to him.

Ye Chen didn't know what this broken sword meant.

But one thing is certain, there must be many stories passed down on this broken sword.

Perhaps, it is not a glory, but it is full of heavy responsibilities!

After arriving on the second floor, Ye Chen stood at the place where his uncle took the sword. If I remember correctly, there is a secret room behind these two rows of bookshelves. It is not a big stone cave, and it exudes a very mysterious atmosphere.

Ye Chen didn't know what was in the stone cave.

Because the last time his uncle went in, he didn't let him go with him.

Standing in front of the bookshelf, Ye Chen closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and then reached out.

However, before his hand touched the bookshelf, the stone door inside moved with a bang.

Boom.

With a dull sound, the secret room opened again.

A gust of ice-blue cold air rushed in his face, and Ye Chen took a few steps back and frowned slightly.

This cold air seemed to penetrate into the bone marrow, causing the blood in the body to coagulate.

Just as Ye Chen was about to step into it, a hunched figure slowly walked out of it.

Ye Chen's pupils suddenly shrank.

The next moment, his hands trembled and his nose felt sore.

Tears filled his eyes.

"Chen'er."

A middle-aged man with pale hair walked out of the secret room. He looked extremely haggard, as if he had lost decades of his life. When he walked, he had to reach out to hold the wall, and every step seemed extremely difficult.

"Dad has been hiding it from you all these years."

He raised his head, and two tears fell from his turbid eyes.

This man was Ye Chen's father, and Ye Tianxiao, the former genius of the Ye family.

"Dad!"

Ye Chen took a step forward and reached out to hug Ye Tianxiao.

He was so light when he got it!

He looked again, and under the wide robe, he was just skin and bones.

Once, in his childhood, his father was so wise and powerful.

He was tall and had a broad back, and he liked to lift himself up high and ride on his neck.

At that time, he was full of vigor and spirit.

However, after the farewell ten years ago, Ye Tianxiao never came back.

Ye Chen asked his uncle countless times whether his father had an accident and would never come back.

Every time, Ye Chongshan smiled bitterly and shook his head, but never explained.

In other words, these were always a group of unsolved doubts for Ye Chen.

"Dad, what's going on?"

Ye Chen's voice was trembling, and he couldn't wait to figure it all out.

Why did his father change from being so high-spirited back then to being like this?

A burst of ice-blue runes suddenly burst out around Ye Tianxiao, and the cold air spread again, forcing Ye Chen to step back a few steps.

He lowered his head and looked at his hands.

His eyes were full of disbelief.

Before, his hands that were holding his father were actually corroded by the cold air.

The cold breath contained in this rune was very strange, like a maggot attached to the bone, and it never dissipated.

Zizizizi.

After these ice-blue runes touched Ye Chen's skin, they actually wanted to continue drilling into it.

Boom!

In Ye Chen's body, the blood of the Savage Ancestral Dragon burst out, and the heat wave surged, swallowing up the ice-blue runes in one gulp.

"Chen'er, you, you'd better not touch me. This rune is very tricky. If you touch it for a long time, it will penetrate into your bone marrow and flesh, and it will devour your spiritual energy for a long time..."

Ye Tianxiao sighed, but still forced a smile.

A look of determination flashed in Ye Chen's eyes.

He walked forward quickly, came to the door of the secret room, and looked inside.

This look was like thunderbolt, and he was stunned in place.

This secret room was not as big as he imagined. It could only accommodate a stone bed and a stone table. In addition, both hands could not even stretch inside at the same time.

Moreover, the ice-blue cold air blooming inside was even more intense.

Being here, it was as if he was in the ice and snow.

Ye Chen clenched his teeth tightly, and tears fell again.

My father stayed in this environment for ten years?

In such a small secret room, even ten days, let alone ten years, would make people fall into despair, right?

That kind of pain, that kind of suffocation, that kind of depression, cannot be described in words!

"Dad, tell me, what's going on."

Ye Chen turned around suddenly and roared hysterically, "Why did you end up like this? What happened ten years ago? What happened to this broken sword? Also, is all this related to the Ye family in Beizhou? "

Ye Tianxiao looked deeply at Ye Chen, and then smiled bitterly, "Chen'er, you have grown up, it's time to tell you all this."

He turned around and walked away.

One step after another, the pace was very strenuous.

Ye Chen quickly helped Ye Tianxiao and sat down in a wing on the second floor.

Under the sunlight, Ye Chen looked at his father carefully.

He was old and stooped, and he did not look like he was in his prime.

There are many wrinkles on the face.

"Chen'er, it's been a long time since I sat and drank tea with you."

Ye Tianxiao forced a smile and reached out to make tea.

This extended hand shocked Ye Chen even more.

Ye Tianxiao's right sleeve was empty.

He only has one arm!

Creak.

Ye Chen clenched his fists tightly and his pupils gradually turned scarlet.

How much hardship has my father endured and how many sins have he suffered in these years?

"Dad, I'm coming."

Ye Chen took the teapot and made two cups of tea.

His hands were shaking slightly.

With his powerful control, he can easily control any part of his body.

But now, under the excitement, Ye Chen couldn't control his trembling hands at all.

"Chen'er, I know you have a lot of doubts. Let my father tell you bit by bit."

Ye Tianxiao picked up the tea cup with his left hand and took a sip with a smile.

Then, he seemed to be lost in his thoughts.

His expression, at this moment, actually became extremely vicissitudes of life.