The two of them had just escaped death, so they couldn't care less. They carried Yang Jian's body down the mountain.

Yu Sisi was furious when she heard this. She clenched her fists tightly, unable to contain the raging fire in her heart. She strode forward. The people had been surrounding the Yang family to comfort Yang Xun and his mother. When they saw Yu Sisi's angry face, so they all quieted down and left a passage leading to the Yang family for her.

At this time, the crowd was silent, and Yang Xun and his mother's cries were heartbreakingly desolate.

"Yang Jian, you're leaving just like that. You... how can you bear to do that? Little Xun is still so young. Sob, sob, sob"

Yang Jian's wife laid herself on Yang Jian's cold body and sobbed. Before dawn, Yang Jian climbed out of his bed and said that he wanted to get some animal skins for the mother and son. When the weather was cold, wild beasts wouldn't go out too much. Yang Jian's wife acknowledged him and got up as well. She prepared some biscuits for him and asked him what he wanted for dinner. Yang Jian smiled and said, "Honey, I love to eat whatever you cook."

Yang Jian's wife scolded him at that time. "We're already an old couple. It's not shameful to say this." She patted him lightly, but her face was smiling. She wanted to cook him a sumptuous meal for dinner.

It was clearly the beginning of such an ordinary and warm day. How could it be? How could it end up like this? Yang Jian's wife was heartbroken and fainted. Yang Xun stood not far away in a daze and looked at her. He was wearing a single piece of clothing and was barefoot. Suddenly, he went up and shook Yang Jian's arm, "Father, why are you sleeping on the ground? Mother said that it's getting cold, you can't lie on the ground. Quickly get up, quickly get up!"

"Son, your father, he can't get up. He can't get up anymore."

A neighbor grandpa lamented. Yang Jian was a strong and decent man. It was really unfortunate that he was gone now, leaving an orphan and widow.

"Father, don't scare me, I, I will listen to your words, don't make mother angry, you pay attention to me, pay attention to me... I will never, never misbehave again, father! Wu wu wu ah ah ah ah ah!"

Only then did Yang Xun have a real sense of his father's sudden death. He was kneeling at his mother's side and vigorously shaking Yang Jian's stiff arm, while using his arm to wipe away his tears.

The others also teared up when they saw this tragic scene. The sensitive women silently wiped away their tears and could not bear to look any longer.

Yu Sisi's anger pumped through her veins, she grabbed the self-blame friends of Yang Jian and asked the appearance of the two cultivators. After hearing that the two cultivators were wearing the same clothes and their foot robe a "He" word, her anger reached the peak.

She felt stifled in her heart, "Screw the He family. Back then, you destroyed my entire family. This debt has not been settled yet. And today, you have added new grudges. Yang Jian is just an ordinary person, but you actually killed him! As expected, the He family is not for good things. They are a nest of snakes and rats. I, Yu Sisi, will uphold justice for the heavens today. I will make you pay with blood!"

Everyone also leaned toward Yu Sisi and Xiong Ji, begging them to take revenge for Yang Jian. In their eyes, Yu Sisi and Xiong Ji were omnipotent cultivators. They would definitely seek justice for Yang Jian!

"Rest assured, everyone. Brother Yang Jian died because of me. I will definitely take the heads of those two people for him and pay tribute to his spirit in heaven!" After Yu Sisi finished speaking, she turned around resolutely.

Presumably, the people of the He family were afraid of alerting them, so they chose a detour and went up the mountain from the other side of the Mount God of Heaven, planning to attack at night. Unfortunately, those two idiots had exposed their tracks. "You two, wash your necks and wait for me!", Yu Sisi's mind was filled with revenge.

Xiong Ji, who was at the side, was also extremely angry. This was the first time he felt heartache over the death of a human, and he swore to make them pay with blood. In the future, he would have to go down the mountain more often to help Yang Jian's family. Xiong Ji reached into his lapels and touched a cloth bag. It was a money bag that Yang Jian's wife had made for him. He held onto the bag filled with crystals tightly. it made his hand pain, but it was not enough to resolve Xiong Ji's grief.

The two of them continued their journey in silence, searching for traces of the He family all the way along the foot of the mountain. The sunlight was already at its peak. It was bright and warm, but the two of them could not look any better because of the bright sun. This was a darkness in their heart that light could not dispel. They could only wash it away with blood!

...

The sun hung high in the sky. On the peak of the Mount God of Heaven, there was a circular area with a radius of six to seven hundred meters. It was different from the howling of the cold wind in the surroundings. It was a bustling scene of spring and summer.

Looking down at this circular area, it appeared to be separated into two areas like Tai Chi. There were small attics in the center of each side. One was tall while the other was short. The scenery on both sides was completely different. The tall attic was a large lotus pond. There were all kinds of lotus flowers in the pond. The koi fish in the pond swam freely and played among the lotus leaves. The attic stood on the water. There was only an area of about 10 square meters. There was a tombstone and all kinds of flowers were clustered around it. The low attic was a flat land. The jujube trees stood on the side. There were some pink, purple, and white flowers scattered on the grass. A cheetah cat was chasing the Jade Butterfly. It jumped and rolled, flattening many flowers and plants.

Jiang Yun was lying under the jujube tree to enjoy the cool. He covered his head with a fan and fanned himself by the side. It was very comfortable. He was far away from the mortal world. No one knew how much time had passed in the mountains. Jiang Yun simply made the weather in his domain be sunny every day like spring and summer, so that his master could bask in the sun every day.

"I certainly am the best disciple ever seen." Jiang Yun thought narcissistically, "But why didn't I have disciples like me?"

Speaking of disciples, why haven't Yu Sisi and Xiong Ji returned after such a long time? Jiang Yun thought, "Those two couldn't have run straight to the He family's nest, right? It was so far away, they were definitely not going there! I'm really like an old man in an empty house now, and I'm still worried about my children who have left home to wander about. What exactly is it that makes a young and impetuous person like me become an old woman?"

Jiang Yun closed his eyes and sensed Xiong Ji's location. It wasn't far from him. It was probably at the foot of the mountain, and it was still circling around the mountain. What was going on?

Jiang Yun was just thinking about what Yu Sisi and Xiong Ji were doing when the sound of "tu, tu" beside him pulled his thoughts back. Jiang Yun sighed, "Ah!" It started again.

A peacock with missing feathers ran out of nowhere. It was stretching its neck and pecking at the bark of the jujube tree. The jujube tree was tickled by its peck. Its branches and leaves were "rustling", as if it was laughing. Jiang Yun's eyes were lifeless under the tree. He really could not understand why the jujube tree liked to be pecked by a peacock? Did his tree have a hobby of being abused?

In fact, although the jujube tree had intelligence, it could not communicate with people. It could not run around like a leopard cat and a Jasper Butterfly or run directly into Jiang Yun's arms and act coquettishly. It could not move and could only shake its leaves. When the peacock came, it would peck its bark every day to heal its injuries. It was the only partner that would "play" with it.

The peacock also spread its peck very systematically. It did not directly gnaw the jujube tree until it was bald. It ate this piece today and that piece tomorrow. The arrangement was very reasonable. However, there was actually no need at all. The peacock thought that the jujube trees could recover a small wound every day. The truth was that Jiang Yun would give the jujube trees a wound-free buff every day before he went to bed. It could be said to be a medical miracle.