Chapter 138 Death

Xing Yin died of strange poisoning in the duel with Poyun, but there was no clue in Poyun's anger. As long as I had to continue to go to the Qiyang Gate, I didn't expect to find a mourning sound inside and outside the door. I came forward to ask, and the answer I got couldn't help but surprise Po Yun!

The guard looked sad and his eyes were red, and he choked and said, "Our master unfortunately passed away!"

Poyun was shocked and couldn't believe his ears. He asked urgently, "Master Yang Rongyang passed away?"

The guard finally couldn't help sobbing and choking, "That's good. Dare to ask who the prince was, but he came to mourn..." Suddenly, he felt that Po Yun still didn't know about the death of the door owner, and said, "What's the matter of coming to the blazing Yangmen?"

The broken cloud has not recovered from the shock. Hearing the guard's question, he smiled bitterly, "Then please inform Yang Huashui, Mr. Yang. Let's talk about the visit of old friends.

When the guard heard the word 'breaking the clouds', he couldn't help but look at the broken clouds a few more times.

The name Breaking Cloud is a dazzling star in the world.

One person made a scene and caused a lot of trouble in the competition of the Chen family in the south of the Yangtze River. The Chen family is the most powerful place in the world except for the four gates, and the Chen family has no choice but to break the clouds. It can be seen how powerful the clouds are! Of course, people who know the inside story will definitely not think so, but will sweat for the clouds. Who knows how Lianjing will break the clouds in the future.

The guards looked at each other and immediately ran to the door.

Yang Rong is dead! Although Yang Rong is old this year, he is usually strong and has profound martial arts skills. How can he suddenly die of illness? Po Yun smiled bitterly. It was not easy for him to come to the Yangmen. In the end, Yang Rong, the owner of the Yangmen, could not even see it.

While Poyun was thinking nonsense, the two of them quickly walked out of the door. The first human figure was haggard, his eyes were red, and he looked sad and did not have enough rest. It was Yanghua water. Followed by the guard who was notified.

Yanghuashui smiled bitterly when he saw Po Yun and said, "I didn't expect Brother Po Yun to come. Please come inside."

The broken cloud looked at the haggard Yanghua water, and his heart was sore, and he said in a low voice, "Brother Yang... Uncle Yang Rong..."

Yang Huashui nodded heavily, sighed, and said, "Go in first and talk about it in detail." He took Po Yun's hand and walked into the Chiyang Gate.

The broken cloud felt that the palm of the yang water was cold, and even trembled slightly. With the martial arts of Yanghua Water, the body has become like this. The clouds sighed secretly. It seems that the stimulation of Yanghua Water is very great.

Yanghuashui pulled the broken clouds, and the disciples who went to and salute went straight through the forecourt and walked into the study. He closed the door of the study and poured a cup of fragrant tea to Poyun. Yanghuashui couldn't help sighing and looked very lonely.

Poyun felt very uncomfortable and whispered, "Brother Yang, don't be too sad. You must pay attention to your health." After a pause, "What's wrong with Uncle Yang... When did you leave?"

Yang Huashui sighed and said in a low voice, "My father died yesterday."

Po Yun frowned and said, "Uncle Yang Rong's martial arts skills are unrivaled. Why did he go in such a hurry?"

Yang Huashui's eyes straightened and said in a daze, "Actually, my father has already been infected with a bad disease. Yesterday, he finally passed away, abandoned the Yangmen and left me..." His eyes turned red, and tears rolled back and forth in his eyes.

Po Yun was a little surprised when he heard the words, and he had been sick for a long time? He wondered, "What's wrong with Uncle Yang? Can't it be cured?"

Yang Huashui bowed his head and was silent for a moment, looked up with a wry smile, and said, "In fact, it's better to say that you are sick than practicing skills."

The eyes of breaking clouds are dark, and the most taboo thing for martial arts practitioners is to practice carelessly and go crazy. Those who go crazy will be disabled, and those who will die.

Yanghuashui settled his mind, and his voice was full of helplessness. He said, "My father had signs of improper practice as early as ten years ago, but no one in the world knew it." With a wry smile, "My father has a strong temper and has always thought that he can transform the countercurrent true qi in the disintegration with his own cultivation. But..." sighed heavily, "But my father's strong temper not only did not dissolve the countercurrent true qi in the disintegration, but became more and more serious."

Breaking the cloud sighed, Yang Rong's violent temper is famous. Although Yang Rong also knows the disadvantages of his temper, he still can't control his emotions, and his martial arts are even more fierce. In such a situation, stubbornness is even more unyielding, and you must use your own strength to resolve the true spirit against the current. But sometimes, you can't do something with perseverance and perseverance.

"It wasn't long after my father practiced improperly, and his legs were paralyzed and unable to walk because of his reckless cultivation and indiscriminate use of true qi." Yang Huashui said in a low voice, "Two years ago, I was blind and couldn't speak. My father has a violent temperament, how can he stand such grievances, and he has stepped up his practice to make a breakthrough. Unexpectedly, it became more and more serious, and finally... went to the fairy yesterday..."

Poyun was sad that a generation of masters came to such an end. It turned out that Yang Rong had practiced something wrong before the Qingyue Gate incident, which is also the reason why the Qiyang Gate did not seem to care much about the destruction of the Qingyue Gate. It is difficult to guarantee that he has any energy to care about other things.

Since I saw the predecessors of Yeyumen in the deep valley and didn't do much to do anything about the destruction of the Qingyuemen, Poyun always have a sense of hostility to the Chiyangmen. If it hadn't been for this last resort, I wouldn't have come to the Chiyangmen at all. But now this idea in Poyun's heart has gradually faded. It turns out that Yang Rong is suffering from stubborn diseases, and only a young Yanghua water can do anything.

Poyun gently patted Yanghuashui's shoulder and advised, "Brother Yang, I'm sorry for the change. Now that this has happened, I don't want Brother Yang to be depressed under the nine springs."

Breaking the clouds and sighing, people need to care most about what they need to do at this time, which is the only thing they can do for Yanghua water. Other things, it's not my turn to take care of such a big Yangmen.

Yang Huashui looked at the broken cloud gratefully and said, "I have looked for famous doctors, martial arts and magic elixirs for my father many times." Suddenly, his face gloomy, "however, my father is too stubborn. He always scolds the doctor I found and always refuses to let the doctor diagnose it in detail. I once found a famous ghost-handed magic doctor for diagnosis, but my father still disappeared. In the end, I just asked the ghost-handed magic doctor to prescribe a few prescriptions. After two years of blindness and paralysis of both legs, I found another magic doctor to diagnose my father, but I didn't expect..."

Yang Huashui's expression was painful and said in a low voice, "Although my father did not refuse this time, the ghost-handed magic doctor said that there was no cure, and my father only had one to two years to live."

Yang Huashui seemed to finally find the object to talk to. He suddenly spit out the depression in his heart and muttered, "The ghost doctor said that if it is cured at the beginning, there is a great chance to cure my father. But later, the true rebellion was already very serious, and no matter how good the medical skills were, there was nothing he could do. Although we didn't tell our father the details, our father must have known that he was seriously ill, but he took his life lightly.

"Since then, I have never talked about my injuries. It's just that you have repeatedly warned me that you can't live up to the sect and hide the Chongyang Gate. In the future, I will have to carry the heavy responsibility of the owner of the Chongyang Gate. Yang Huashui finally couldn't control it. He cried and said painfully, "But I don't want to shoulder this burden at all! I just want my father to be safe!" Tears were like a flood breaking the dike, no longer bound by the eyes, and rolled down their faces along the Yanghua water.

The broken cloud's eyes can't help but feel sour, and I can understand the mood of Yanghua water very well. In the past, my parents died, and I was not even determined to live. Looking at the young generation in front of him, the young master with the highest martial arts skills cried so bitterly, Po Yun did not have a trace of sneer in his heart. Instead, he deeply sympathized with the deep grief of losing his father.

Yang Huashui suddenly raised his head, reached out to wipe the tears on his face randomly, and said with a forced smile, "My brother is not strong in mind, which makes Brother Po Yun laugh."

Poyun shook his head slightly and said solemnly, "The world knows that men don't cry easily, but how many people can understand the next sentence, but they haven't been sad? Brother Yang can open his heart and vent his unhappiness, which is a blessing in Brother Yang's misfortune. How can you take over Uncle Yang's burden of fatigue and fatigue?"

Yang Huashui's eyes flashed with excitement, and tears of gratitude couldn't help wandering in his eyes. He forced his emotions and forced a smile, "I don't know what's wrong with Brother Poyun?"

The owner of the Fuyang Gate died yesterday, and Poyun did not know anything about it. Obviously, he did not come here to mourn. Although Yanghuashui is too sad, his mind is still very clear.

Breaking the cloud with a wry smile, the scene of the blazing sun gate in front of him, how to say what to ask the blazing sun gate to come forward.

Poyun smiled bitterly and said, "Breaking cloud... I just admired Brother Yang's demeanor. In addition, the relationship between Qingyuemen and Qiyangmen in the past, I want to visit Uncle Yang, but I don't want to..." He shut up and showed a sad look on his face.

Yang Huashui sighed and muttered, "The world is unpredictable."

Po Yun suddenly remembered something and said, "Brother Yang, I asked Brother Yang about a person."

Yang Huashui was stunned and said, "Brother Poyun, don't hesitate to say that I know I will definitely tell you."

Poyun thought, "Brother Yang, do you know that there is a man named Yang Lie in your family?"

Yang Huashui was stunned and said, "Yang Lie?"

Breaking the cloud nodded.

Yang Huashui muttered, "Yang Lie... is my grandfather, what's wrong?"

Poyun's heart was shocked and smiled freely, "It's nothing. I just heard from my friend that there was a master named Yang Lie in the Blazing Yangmen, and it turned out to be Yang's grandfather."

Yang Huashui nodded and said with some disappointment, "It's a pity that I haven't seen my ancestors. I just heard my father talk about my grandfather."

The heart of the broken cloud moved, and it was not good. Now Yang Rong has died of illness. In this way, isn't there anyone who knows about Yang Lie anymore? When he misses him, he can't help sighing and saying in a low voice, "I don't know where Uncle Yang's legacy is. I want to visit Uncle Yang. Send him to the last journey."