[Chapter 937 Father and Son Meet]
Yang Yiyu turned his head and saw a figure appearing in the corridor on the second floor.
At this moment, Yang Yiyu’s heart was beating wildly…
It sounded like a mid-term, very deep voice. In some vague memories, it seemed to match his father’s voice.
When his father left, he was four years old and had some scattered and vague memories.
Now listening to this voice, Yang Yiyu couldn’t help trembling in his heart.
He… was actually very scared.
Sometimes the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.
He was very afraid of what to do if it wasn’t his father?
His heart was beating fast at this moment.
In his heart, although he had lost the love of his parents since he was a child, his father had always been a hero in his heart due to the influence of his grandmother.
The news that his father died in the line of duty when the team sent him there spread far and wide, so Yang Yiyu believed that his father was a hero since he was a child and never blamed him.
On the contrary, it was his mother who left him, his sister and his grandmother and walked away. Yang Yiyu hated his mother in his heart.
It was not until he met his grandfather Duanmu Xingtian that he realized that his mother had left them to find his father.
Since then, he no longer hated his mother, but felt that his parents were in love. He
also felt that his mother was great. Although he left himself and his infant sister, he went to find his father and disappeared in the Western Desert.
From a woman’s perspective, the mother was not wrong.
But from a mother’s perspective, she was an irresponsible mother. After all, he and his sister were young at that time.
To this day, Yang Yiyun and his sister no longer blame their mother, but miss their parents very much.
And grandma never blamed her mother until she died.
In Yang Yiyun’s heart, grandma is the greatest grandma in the world…
Now… he is about to unveil a knot in his heart. It would be a lie to say that he is not nervous. He is
very eager. The person who came down from the second floor is his father Yang Guozhong, whom he has longed to see since he was a child.
Meng Changqing had heard the story of Yang Yiyu’s parents and could understand Yang Yiyu’s mood to some extent. After feeling Yang Yiyu’s body trembling, Meng Changqing stretched out his hand and put it on Yang Yiyu’s shoulder and said, “Master, please don’t be too excited. We are people who practice Taoism. Don’t be too sad or happy, let the demons in your heart float, and let everything take its course.”
“Well… I know.” Yang Yiyu replied in a trembling voice. He also knew that what Meng Changqing said was right. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
“Knock, knock~”
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, coming down from the corridor on the second floor.
“My disciple has guests coming. Come down to meet them.” Yang Wentian shouted to the corridor.
“Here I come~” He was still calm and solid.
The next moment, a middle-aged man with a square face, wearing a white gown and long flowing hair came down the corridor.
Although the man had his back to the light, Yang Yiyun could still see his appearance clearly. He looked middle-aged, in his forties, with sharp features, thick eyebrows and big eyes…
At this moment, an inexplicable emotion rose in his heart, and his blood… was boiling like a thousand horses galloping.
“Guozhong, come here and let me introduce you. This is the formation fairy Meng Changqing that I often mentioned to you. He is also my lifelong friend.” Yang Wentian introduced Meng Changqing.
“Junior Yang Guozhong greets Senior Meng.” Yang Guozhong bowed to Meng Changqing generously.
“Old man Wentian’s disciple is indeed extraordinary. There is no need to be polite. He has reached the Great Perfection of the Out-of-Body Realm. It’s incredible~” Meng Changqing praised with a smile.
As a master, Yang Wentian was very satisfied with his disciple Yang Guozhong. He had never accepted many disciples in his life, or it could be said that there was no disciple that satisfied him.
This is because Yang Wentian loves the art of formations. When looking for a disciple, he naturally needs to find someone who has a talent for formations, or someone who likes this art as much as he does.
Yang Wentian was originally a mortal he found in the desert, and he had a talent for formations. In addition, with his later observations, he found that Yang Guozhong was also fascinated by the art of teleportation formations, especially the ancient space teleportation formations, which was very much in line with his appetite, so he officially took Yang Guozhong as his disciple.
Speaking of which, in Yang Wentian’s eyes, Yang Guozhong’s cultivation talent was not very high, and when he accepted Yang Guozhong as his disciple, Yang Guozhong was already in his thirties, and was not the best in all aspects.
But what Yang Wentian didn’t expect was that after Yang Yiyun worshipped him and sat down, he burst out with a persistent spirit of cultivation that ordinary people could not achieve, which was what Yang Wentian liked the most.
In studying formations, Yang Guozhong almost had a crazy spirit, and he could work hard to the point of not sleeping, and he could put in ten or even dozens of times more effort than ordinary people in cultivation, which could be called crazy.
Therefore, Yang Wentian believed that Yang Guozhong had deeply understood the essence of his cultivation. In fact, he had also gone through the same process when he was young. He often worked ten or a hundred times harder than his peers in cultivation, and only then did he become the Array Demon Yang Wentian.
Yang Guozhong, this disciple, was even crazier than his master, so in just sixty years, he went from being a mortal with no cultivation to achieving the Great Perfection of the Out-of-Body Realm that many cultivators would find difficult to achieve in their lifetime. In his observation, there were only two words in Yang Guozhong’s dictionary: cultivation,
and it had always been like this for sixty years. Therefore, he had the nickname of Little Array Demon in the Yang family.
Of course, Yang Wentian also understood that the reason why his apprentice practiced so hard was actually to return to his hometown Jiuzhou. Yang Wentian naturally knew about Jiuzhou. It was a world outside the Shanhai Realm. In ancient times, a powerful person separated it. On one side, the inner world of the Shanhai Realm was full of cultivators, and on the other side, the outer world of the Shanhai Realm was basically mortals.
Yang Guozhong studied the array method diligently in the hope that one day he could repair a space array connecting the Shanhai Realm and Jiuzhou and go back. I remember Yang Guozhong said that he had a wife and children in Jiuzhou…
It was precisely because of his longing for his wife and children that Yang Guozhong became what he is today.
Yang Wentian supported this and even helped his apprentice find the ancient array that connected the Shanhai Realm to Jiuzhou. Unfortunately, it had been destroyed long ago, and all that could be left were the residual arrays. He knew that these arrays could not be repaired, but in theory, as long as the array attainments were profound, they could be repaired, and even the space array could be forcibly arranged.
Although the hope was slim, it was always a thought for Yang Guozhong, the apprentice.
Yang Wentian was very satisfied with this disciple. He couldn’t help laughing when he heard his old friend Meng Changqing’s praise.
At this time, Yang Wentian pointed at Yang Yiyu who was standing behind Meng Changqing and said, “This Taoist friend is Yang Yiyu. He is the master of the old Meng sect, the master of a sect, and a child of destiny. He looks very young but has already reached the late stage of the Out-of-Body Realm. You young people should communicate more…”
In Yang Wentian’s eyes, whether it was Yang Yiyu or his disciple Yang Guozhong, they were all young people. There was no age in cultivation. Compared with old guys like him and Meng Changqing, Yang Yiyu and Yang Guozhong were indeed young people.
Since Meng Changqing praised his disciple Yang Guozhong, Yang Wentian had to give Meng Changqing a face and praise Yang Yiyu.
When introducing Yang Yiyu, Yang Wentian suddenly felt something was wrong. The atmosphere was wrong.
The disciple Yang Guozhong looked straight at Yang Yiyu who was standing behind Meng Changqing, and Yang Yiyu also looked at Yang Guozhong.
At this time, the two people should have greeted each other and got to know each other, but they seemed to be frozen, just looking at each other. From their eyes, Yang Wentian saw an indescribable look.
Looking at each other, Yang Wentian couldn’t introduce it anymore. At this moment, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed through his mind ~
the apprentice Yang Guozhong’s surname is Yang, and Yang Yiyu’s surname is also Yang. Judging from their appearance and the atmosphere, they seem to be…
“Old Wentian, take me to visit your Yang family’s nine-story pagoda.” Meng Changqing, who first discovered that Yang Yiyu was trembling all over and in a bad mood, suddenly spoke to Yang Wentian.
Meng Changqing saw Yang Yiyu’s moist eyes and Yang Guozhong’s trembling all over, and finally confirmed that his master had found the right person, so he spoke and took Yang Wentian away temporarily.
Yang Wentian was not confused. After a cry, he reacted and took Meng Changqing directly to the second floor.
After the two left, on the first floor of the Noda nine-story pagoda, Yang Yiyu and Yang Guozhong stood quietly three meters apart.
For Yang Yiyu, when he saw Yang Guozhong’s face clearly, the first thing that came to his mind was the photo of his father left at home. His father’s face was blurry in his memory, but he had often seen the photo.
He… was his father.
The moment he saw it clearly, Yang Yiyu’s mind went blank. He finally saw the father he had longed to see since he was a child.
Tears fell silently from his moist red eyes.
The middle-aged man opposite was trembling all over, and two lines of tears burst out of his eyes.
They hadn’t seen each other for decades, but blood ties are magical. When father and son met, their blood roared. No one spoke, but they already knew that he was the other person.
(End of this chapter)
