Chapter 1381
"Hey~"
"The heavens are jealous."
"Who would have thought that a man's fame would come after his death?"
Some people feel sorry for it, some lament it.
In the martial world, many people felt pity for this brief but bright star.
However, on top of Yan Mountain, the man dressed in white was still waiting.
He didn't want to believe that the young man named Ye Fan had fallen like this.
In the blink of an eye, another month passed quietly.
On the Yanxia side, there was still no news about Ye Fan.
During this time, people's talk about Ye Fan also faded away.
It is expected that, before long, the name of Ye Fan will be completely forgotten in the hearts of the people.
This is the way of the world, new things will always replace old things.
New talk will always replace the old.
Just like the new will eventually replace the old.
A person who has already fallen, who will pay attention to him for a long time, except for his closest relatives?
And as time passed, the only remaining hope in the hearts of Ye and the others undoubtedly became more and more remote.
"Old Ye, it's been so long, it looks like he's afraid that he really can't come back, right?"
On the summit of Yan Mountain, there were two figures, standing quietly.
One of them, dressed in white, was suave and elegant.
The other, strapping and powerful, with tiger eyes.
The white-clothed man was naturally the martial leader of Yanxia, the God of War, Ye Qingtian.
And the other man, also one of the six pillars of Yan Xia, the Hao Tian Clan, Tang Hao!
In the Martial God Hall, only these two people who had dealt with Ye Fan would miss him so much.
Ye didn't speak, always silent.
"Old Ye, on his family's side, shouldn't we send someone to check it out."
"Give them the situation that we have."
"During this period of time, I heard that Ye Fan's family has asked Lu Tianhe to inquire about it many times."
"It's not a good idea to keep it from them all the time."
"I think that we, the Martial God Temple, should send someone over to visit them."
"After all, Ye Fan is responsible for what happened during his mission, we are always responsible."
Tang Hao said in a deep voice, suggesting from the side.
Hearing this, Ye Qingtian's face, undoubtedly, became even more sad.
Only after a long time, did he sigh.
"Yeah, it's always impossible to hide such things."
"You go and tell the Sword Saint to arrange for a few people to make a trip to Jiangdong."
"Truthfully tell this matter to Ye Fan's family."
"Also, tell Ye Fan's family again that if you have any difficulties in the future, come to the Martial God Temple."
"Even if Ye Fan really won't come back, Yan Xia Martial Dao will still shelter their Ye family."
As he said these words, Ye Qingtian was undoubtedly in an extremely heavy mood.
After all, to their Yan Xia Martial Dao, even if Ye Fan fell, he would only lose an outstanding junior genius, and without Ye Fan, there would be someone later to make up for the loss.
However, to Ye Fan's family, that young man was all they had!
If they lost him, perhaps they would lose the whole world.
So, about the accident of Ye Fan, Ye Qingtian didn't let anyone to tell Qiu Mu orange and the others.
He wanted to wait a little longer to see if a miracle would happen.
But now, it seems that the so-called miracle is very slim.
Since that was the case, it was time to tell Ye Fan's family.
"En, I'm on my way."
Tang Hao nodded, and then went down to make arrangements for this matter.
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"What, Tang Hao, are you planning to go to Jiangdong yourself? Just to visit a junior's widow?"
"That's too high a specification for you."
"Inappropriate, inappropriate."
In the Martial God Hall, when Tang Hao proposed that he personally lead a team to Jiangdong to console Ye Fan's relatives, but he was unanimously opposed by the Boxer Mo Liao Cheng and others.
"What's so inappropriate about this?"
"Don't you forget what happened to Ye Fan because of what!"
"He's sacrificing his life for his country."
"No specification is too big, it's all due."
"So, nothing is inappropriate,"
Tang Hao retorted.
"More people die for the country every day, and this time, you personally led a team to visit the widow of one of his juniors, what about the others?"
"Are you going to visit in person as well?"
"If all of us are acting like you, we don't need to do anything, we should just spend our days paying our respects to the children of martyrs." Boxer Mo Liao Cheng objected.
"You..."
"You're being unreasonable!" Tang Hao was so angry by the boxing king's words that his words had become more than a little angry.
"All right, all right, stop arguing."
"All less talk."
"You say you guys, anything that involves this Ye Fan, you are guaranteed to quarrel."
"Before it was Old Ye, and now it's you Tang Hao." The Sword Saint quickly spoke out to interrupt their quarrel, shaking his head with emotion.
"However, this matter, I think we should follow the rules."
"What we did before, what else do we do."
"A working group will be sent by our Martial God Temple to visit and console Ye Fan's children and relatives in Jiangdong on behalf of the Yanxia Martial Dao and also on behalf of our Martial God Temple."
"As for you, don't go personally."
"Although the words of the Champion just now were direct, they are reasonable."
"There are too many people who have fallen on missions, and we've never had a precedent of the Martial Hall Master personally visiting before, so it's best not to set that precedent this time either."
"We can't be thick and thin, right?"
"But the Sword Saint, Ye Fan he's different, he's a seal..." Tang Hao still wanted to speak, but was directly interrupted by the Sword Saint.
"Alright, Ye Fan's matter, let's stop here. Just do as I say."
"We, the Martial God Temple, have already spent quite a bit of time on him."
"Now that he has fallen, let's not waste any more time on him."
The Sword Saint waved his hand, signaling that none of them should mention Ye Fan's matter in the future.
A country, a power, always has to look forward.
Seeing that the Sword Saint had already spoken up to this point, what else could Tang Hao say?
I could only swallow my words and listen to the Sword Saint's arrangement.
"Solitary City, I'll leave the selection of this visiting candidate to you."
"Old Tang is right, although Ye Fan is a junior, but after all, he is a title master, the level of this candidate is also as high as possible."
"I think, let your son, Wuya, be the leader of this sympathy group, and lead the team."
"Wuya is the first person under our Yanxia title, let him go, the specifications are enough, and there are no bad rules."
The Sword Saint looked at the Fist Emperor Mo Lone City again, and left this matter to him.
"Mm. Don't worry, I know it by heart."
Mo Guocheng readily agreed.
Chapter 1382
So, that night, Boxer Mo Kucheng decided on the candidates.
It was decided that the Martial God Temple would send three people to form a condolence group, representing the Yanxia Martial Dao and also the Martial God Temple, to go to the land of Jiangdong, the hometown of Ye Fan, to offer condolences to Ye Fan's widow. The leader of the sympathy group was Mo Lonely City's son, Mo Wu Ya.
"What?"
"Dad, you want me to be the leader of this sympathy group to visit a homeless jerk?"
"Have you got it all wrong?"
"Isn't it enough that that jerk stole my quota, I listened to you and didn't go to him to settle the score. Now instead you want me to visit his family and friends, isn't that humiliating?"
"I'm not going!"
"I can't afford to lose this person."
After returning home at night, Mo Guocheng told his son, Mo Wuya, about this matter.
After the first battle in the Sun Country, Mo Wuya was almost beaten half to death by Ye Fan.
Of course, when he was in the Sun Country, Ye Fan claimed to be Chu Tian Fan's name.
Therefore, Mo Wuya and the others didn't know that Chu Tianfan and Ye Fan were actually one person.
However, it didn't matter, this didn't prevent Mo Lone City from being hostile towards Ye Fan.
After all, in order to smoothly enter the Martial God Hall and become the seventh Pillar God of Yan Xia, Mo Wu Ya had fought for decades.
It can be said that he has spent half of his life cultivating and working towards this goal.
The previous trip to the Sun Country can be said to be the last test for him to become a title master.
However, Mo Wuya never imagined that he would lose a final effort for the mountain.
The final step to enter the Martial God Hall was crushed by a guy named Chu Tianfan. He almost lost his life.
If his father hadn't used countless resources and treasures to save him at any cost, otherwise, Mo Wuya would have gone to the ninth heaven and died.
Afterwards, Mo Wuya, who was recovering from his injuries, learned of the fall of Chu Tianfan, who had severely injured himself in the Sun Kingdom, and was undoubtedly overjoyed.
The reason is that once Chu Tianfan died, there was no one to compete with him for the title of Grandmaster.
He, Mo Wuya, will still be able to enter the Martial God Hall.
However, what Mo Wuya never dreamed of was that after he left Chu Tianfan, he would kill another Ye Fan halfway through.
The title of the title, which is in the hands of the person who is watching, has changed hands again.
It can be imagined that Mo Wu Ya's heart should be so crushed and angry at that time.
The most irritating thing in life is nothing like this, success was at hand, but he fell in the last darkness before the dawn.
At first, the Boxing King didn't even dare to tell his son this news. It was only after Mo Wuya was almost completely healed that he learned that the Martial Arts Temple had awarded the title to a young man named Ye Fan.
At that time, Mo Wuya was full of dissatisfaction, and even rushed to the Martial Arts Hall to discuss with the War God and others, and even threatened to go to Jiangdong to face off with Ye Fan in a public sparring match.
But at that time, Mo Wuya's injuries were still fresh, so the Boxing Emperor stopped his impulsive behavior.
In addition, the Haotian Grandmaster Tang Hao also went to Jiangdong to review Ye Fan's strength, and once again confirmed that Ye Fan's strength was higher than Mo Wuya's, and he deserved to become the seventh title grandmaster of Yanxia.
The War God Ye Qingtian and Tang Hao both supported Ye Fan, and their own son was defeated, so even if the Champion was dissatisfied, he had to acquiesce to the fact that Ye Fan had taken his son's place.
However, although this matter has been over for several months, Mo Wu Ya still has misgivings when it is brought up now.
Now that he heard that his father also arranged for him to visit Ye Fan's relatives, Mo Wu Ya was even more dissatisfied.
"You brat, is this all you have?"
"That Ye Fan took the place that should have been yours, but hasn't he fallen now."
"The dead are the greatest, why do you need to compete with a dead man?"
The boxing emperor once again advised.
However, how could Mo Wu Ya listen to it and still refused.
"Dad, you don't have to say it."
"I won't go, you change someone else."
"Don't say that after his death, a bastard from a humble background, he's still alive, he's not qualified for me to visit him."
"You~" Boxer Mo Lone City gritted his teeth in anger, "You bastard, are you trying to piss me off?"
"To tell you the truth, it was your Uncle Sword Saint himself who named you to lead the team."
"This is an order, it's not up to you to go or not."
Mo Guocheng shouted harshly, with faint anger contained in his words.
However, Mo Wuya was not afraid at all, still insisted, "The leg is long on me, it's not up to you whether you go or not."
After saying that, Mo Wu Ya turned his head and walked away, not giving his father a chance to speak at all.
"You little brat, you've got hard wings, right, you dare to talk to your old man like this?"
Behind him, Boxing King Mo Lone City was so angry that he jumped to his feet.
He shouted for half a day, but didn't wait for any response from Mo Wuyou.
"Solitary City, forget it."
"It's not like you don't know our son's high-minded and arrogant temper."
"All this time, he's been injured and occupied, and his mood has been low, so you should understand. Simply, just don't let him go."
"No matter how powerful that Ye Fan is, he has fallen after all, and he is still a teenage descendant. Even if he were alive, I don't think this son of ours would pull down his face to visit us, let alone now that he has fallen."
"You can arrange for someone else."
On the side, a beautiful woman in a long casual dress, comforted from the side.
This woman was Mo Wu Ya's mother and the wife of the Boxing King.
As expected, under the woman's persuasion, Boxing King Mo Liao Cheng's temper dissipated a bit, and finally, he sighed, "Hey, forget it, just don't go."
"I'll arrange someone else at random."
"Alright, let's eat first." Mo Lone City greeted.
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"Lone City, is there still a chance for this title of our son?"
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"There is, but I'm afraid it will take a few years."
"After all, the matter of the "title" is of great importance. Unless there are significant contributions or extremely dazzling achievements, it is impossible to award the title to two people in a short period of time."
"So, if we miss this one, within three or two years, the chances of our son being inducted into the title will be very difficult."
"Of course, if our son's realm breaks through and his cultivation goes further, that's another story~"
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At the dinner table, the boxing champion and his wife are still worried about Mo Wu Ya.
In fact, to say a thousand words, the reason why Mo Wuya is so difficult to receive the title, or the problem of their own strength.
Before that, the War God and others have explored Mo Wuya's strength, the peak of the clan master, relying on the strength of the Mo family boxing, can barely be considered half of the title.
So, strictly speaking, Mo Wuya is not qualified to be sealed.
But after all, Yan Xia has not had a title clan master born for many years, and it is undoubtedly a bit humiliating in the international community. In order to save face, they lowered the standard a little, as long as Mo Wuya can show some achievements in the Japanese country, they will grant him the title.
Later, Ye Fan's appearance in the world completely disrupted this plan.
Chapter 1383
With a truly strong title holder, a half-wit like Mo WuYa, who is a "title holder", would naturally have no chance.
However, although they were not strong enough, it was Ye Fan who stole Mo Wu Ya's spot, so it was only natural that they were hostile and dissatisfied with Ye Fan.
In the end, Mo Wuya still did not participate in the sympathy group.
Only two people went to the three-person delegation that the Boxing King had planned.
"Boxing King, just two people are going?"
"This specification, isn't it a bit too shabby."
"Usually when a strong person under a clan master falls, our Martial God Temple also sends at least three people to visit them."
"If a clan master falls, the condolence group would be at least nine people."
"This Ye Fan is always a title clan master, and even though he lacks seniority, he can't just send two people to visit, right?"
Before leaving, someone looked at the "shabby" sympathy group and couldn't help but advise Mo Kucheng.
Mo Kucheng, however, did not care much, waved his hand and said casually.
"People are dead, so what's the point of talking about rehearsals?"
"The heart is in the right place."
"All right, let them depart."
After saying that, Mo Kucheng turned around and returned to the Martial God Hall, but did not even send the sympathy group.
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"Brother Hua, this Ye Fan, is he really a title grandmaster?"
"Why do I feel that the Martial God Temple's side is not paying much attention to him."
"Last time, when a clergyman was injured, the Martial God Temple sent a nine-member condolence group to console him."
"Among them were many of my Yanxia Martial Dao's respected and respected generation."
"But now, a title clan master has sacrificed his life for the country, and I feel that this would at least require the dispatch of several powerful clan masters to meet the specifications."
"But now, it's too perfunctory to send us two juniors there."
After receiving the order to depart, a black Range Rover slowly drove out from the land of Yanjing and headed towards the east of Jiangdong where Ye Fan was.
But on the way to Jiangdong, the two people in the car who had been ordered to pay their respects to Ye Fan's widow were talking.
The one who spoke at this time was a man of about 30 years old, a grade that can only be considered a junior in the martial arts world of a hundred years old.
As he drove the car, he asked a puzzled question.
And beside him, the youth was half lying on the seat, holding a cigarette in his mouth while leisurely humming a tune.
If Lu Yanxi and Kong Ming were here, they would have recognized the young man in front of them as Lu Hua, who had gone to America together.
This is the first time I've ever been to the U.S., where I've been to the U.S., and I've never been to the U.S. before.
Therefore, no matter what the consideration was, it was extremely appropriate for Lv Hua to be one of the candidates for the sympathy mission.
It's not grand, but it's not shabby either.
Therefore, when the Boxing King was considering the candidates for the sympathy group, he chose Lu Hua first.
As for the man who drove the car, his name was Lin Sicong. He was one of the more talented juniors in the new generation. It is also considered to be a candidate that the Martial Hall will focus on cultivating.
Other than that, there were no other highlights.
The reason why he was allowed to participate in this sympathy group was completely added by the Champion.
"Very normal."
"It's just a dead man, no matter how big the row is, what's the use?"
"It's already benevolent for us, Yan Xia Martial Dao, to send our condolences."
"After all, once Ye Fan dies, the widows he left behind will be useless to my Yan Xia Martial Dao."
"A group of people without the slightest value, do you think it will attract the attention of the Martial Temple?"
Lu Hua said back faintly.
He had seen this kind of thing many times.
Wherever they went, the people who were valued were the ones who had value.
And those so-called family members of Ye Fan, when Ye Fan was alive, they were in the way of Ye Fan's face, and the Martial God Hall might still value them a little.
But now, once Ye Fan is dead, those family forces that depend on Ye Fan for their existence will naturally no longer be able to rely on him.
The Martial God Temple is now sending people to pay their condolences, and Lu Hua feels that it is just for show.
When this condolence is over, the Martial Shrine will no longer care about Ye Fan's family's affairs.
"Brother Hua, I understand all of what you're saying."
"It's just that Ye Fan is, after all, the seventh pillar of our Yan Xia."
"Even if it's just for show, we have to send a few more heavyweights."
"Otherwise, just us two juniors going to offer our condolences, how chilling that would be if word got out."
"How can a Pillar God General be so miserable after his death?"
Lin Sicong still couldn't figure it out and felt that this arrangement of the Martial Temple was too inappropriate.
But Lu Hua laughed, "You don't understand this, do you."
"Before I came here, I heard that this consolation group candidate was arranged by the Fist King."
"And the son of the Boxing King, Mo Wu Ya was a popular candidate for this seventh title, but in the end, he was cut off by Ye Fan."
"This Ye Fan, he stole someone's son's place."
"Do you think, this Boxing King will make him feel better?"
"I reckon that the reason the sympathy group is so low in specification is also the intention of the Boxer and his father and son."
After all, Lu Hua was from a martial arts family, and his access to information was much wider than Lin Sicong.
"Oh, there's actually such a grudge?"
When Lin Sicong heard this, he was shocked.
He thought that this kind of entangled interests and grudges would only happen among ordinary people like them.
But he never thought that those who stood at the pinnacle of martial arts would also have their own selfishness and desires.
After learning of these grudges, the doubts in Lin Sicong's heart were resolved.
But also because of this, Lin Sicong's attitude towards this mission became much more casual and slack.
After all, if the leaders above didn't pay attention to it, how could they, who were working below, pay attention to it?
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After a day of traveling, Lin Sicong and Lu Hua arrived in Yunzhou City, Jiangdong Province.
According to the address they had learned before, Lu Hua drove directly to the Genting Mountain Villa.
After several months of renovation, the Genting Mountain Villa, which was burnt down in the fire, has been completely decorated.
On the Cloud Mist Lake, the towering pavilion towered.
On top of the cloud top, it looks down upon the four directions.
At the first sight of the villa, Lu Hua and Lin Sicong were shocked by the majestic and magnificent building.
"Sitting on the Golden Luang, Nascent Dragon, Town Pagoda, Treasure Basin."
"This place, it's a feng shui treasure land."
"Even the deep mansion where my grandfather lived was not as magnificent as this villa."
"It seems that that Ye Fan had a lot of power and status in this Jiangdong before his death."
After getting out of the car, Lv Hua sized up Ye Fan's residence and couldn't help but secretly lament.
But after trembling, Lu Hua laughed and whispered to himself.
"But, so what?"
"No matter how much power and status you had in life, when you die now, it's all in vain."
"Just like this villa, no matter how magnificent and luxurious it is built, it will only belong to those who come after."
Lu Hua sneered, then lifted his foot.
One step, step into the top of the cloud top!