"What do you need pen and ink for?"
Ye Jingguo didn't understand Su Yi's intention. His father had passed away. Logically speaking, it was time for him to hold a funeral for his father.
But Ye Xiaxuan said that he would wait for his master to come, and then he would cremate the old man and put him in the same room as the painting on the table.
How weird it sounds.
Ye Lin saved countless lives in his life, and many people will definitely come to express condolences after his death. Judging from his situation, Ye Family, the old man should find a geomantic treasure land for burial. Even if he is cremated, his ashes should be enshrined in a temple and receive incense from thousands of people.
Especially old people like Ye Lin believe in resting in their graves.
Originally, the old man's funeral affairs made it difficult for Ye Jingguo to make a decision. Now, Su Yi suddenly wants pens, inks, paper and inkstones. What kind of trouble is this?
Su Yi said, "I want to make a calligraphy for him as a farewell."
Ye Lin's last wish before his death was that his ashes could be placed together with Su Yi's paintings. How could Su Yi not understand his thoughts?
Although the servant had second thoughts about Su Yi, Ye Lin actually never did anything bad to Su Yi from the beginning to the end.
The deceased is the most important, Su Yi doesn't want to worry about anything anymore.
Ye Jingguo still doesn't understand who Su Yi is and what his relationship is with the old man.
Even those who are cultivators of immortality should have traces of time on their faces, just like Jiang Changfeng. Aren't they also very old now?
"Master, I'll get it." After Ye Xiaxuan said that, he quickly found the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, placed it on the wooden table, and also put aside the one Su Yi gave her.
The moment Su Yi picked up the pen, Ye Xiaxuan and Ye Jingguo could feel that the atmosphere around them was different.
In their eyes, Su Yi stood in front of the desk like a god, with the tip of his pen moving like a dragon. In the blink of an eye, a poem of eulogy had been dropped.
"How did the sun and the moon live in the sky? The earth, mountains and rivers just grind away."
"The immortal is left with only one ear, and the ax is as rotten as a stick."
As a gift to my old friend Ye Lin.
As the last five words fell, a faint white light gradually gathered between Ye Lin's eyebrows.
Su Yi said calmly, "It's better to be buried in peace!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Xiaxuan vaguely heard her grandfather's voice echoing in her ears. "Xuanxuan, grandpa is gone, don't be sad. Grandpa will have no regrets in this life! Just listen to your master in everything."
"Grandpa!" Ye Xiaxuan A girl couldn't help crying when faced with this kind of thing.
As for Ye Jingtian, he actually heard his father's voice and even saw his back.
After all, it is better to rest in peace, this is also the decision Su Yi made for Ye Lin.
Ye Lin doesn't want to be buried, he just wants to be with Su Yi's painting after death.
Nowadays, Su Yi sends words, which is more like an old friend.
With the cultivation level of Ye Lin, the soul will dissipate within seven days after death. Without the cultivation level of Golden Core or above, there is no such thing as reincarnation.
Su Yi condensed his soul with his great supernatural power, and passed down Nine Netherworlds in words.
The ghosts and gods in charge of reincarnation in another world dare not not give Su Yi this face.
After doing all this, Su Yi said to Ye Jingguo, "Bury your father, and take this calligraphy with you into the coffin."
Su Yi This character can scare ghosts and gods and bring blessings to future generations.
Ye Family's luck will also become better because of this painting.
Ye Jingguo is not a fool. He has already sensed the extraordinaryness of Su Yi and asked, "Mr. Su, when did you and my father know each other?"
Su Yi didn't shy away from anything, and said, "Sixty-eight years ago."
Ye Xiaxuan and Ye Jingguo were both dumbfounded. Ye Lin was seventy-eight years old. Sixty-eight years ago, Ye Lin was just a ten-year-old child...
Ye Jingguo couldn't believe it. He knew that there were immortal cultivators in this world, but there were not many immortal cultivators like Su Yi, whose faces always looked like teenagers.
Ye Xiaxuan stared at Su Yi for a long time. It turns out that her master and grandpa are really old friends?
This is really outrageous. Could it be that he is immortal?
"Xuanxuan, that Xia Shanhe, I have already taken care of it." Su Yi said, "That person has evil intentions, so let's find someone else to practice with you."
Ye Xiaxuan was kind-hearted and had never committed any murders, but Su Yi was a protective person. Ye Lin died because of Xia Shanhe. He had spared him once before. He was shot again, so he deserved his death.
Ye Jingtian didn't know what to say. In his opinion, Xia Shanhe's cultivation level was already unbelievable. What he originally thought was to compromise temporarily and wait for a chance to report the matter to the Thirteenth Bureau and let them handle it.
But Su Yi actually said, it's been dealt with?
What does this mean?
"You...Xia Shanhe are dead?" Ye Jingtian swallowed hard. When Su Yi went out just now, was it to kill Xia Shanhe?
You must know that he is the immortal cultivator of the Golden Core Realm!
Su Yi nodded slightly and said, "I will leave first. The deceased is gone. My condolences."
Ye Jingtian could only salute Su Yi and said, "I'm sorry to see you off so far."
It is also customary not to see guests when doing mundane things.
Su Yi said nothing more, looked back at Ye Lin, and then left Ye Family.
The next day, the news of Ye Lin's death spread almost throughout Huaxia.
A generation of miracle doctors passed away, and countless people who had received his grace and treatment came to the Ye Family to express their condolences.
Su Yi didn't go. Death is like a light going out. He has already done enough, and it doesn't make much sense to go again.
Su Yi has lost count of how many old friends have passed away.
Life, old age, illness and death, Su Yi has seen too much.
On this day, Ye Xiaxuan did not come to Su Yi's house. Zhang Ting also thought about making soy milk and fried dough sticks, so Su Yi taught her how to make it. They were all very simple methods.
Su Yi thinks that from now on breakfast should be soy milk and fried dough sticks.
After teaching Zhang Ting, it was already ten o'clock. Su Yi went to the school to listen to another class and chatted with Wang Junlin and the others for a while. They all found that the so-called recovery of Spiritual Qi was really just like a fake. No one in the whole school had gained super powers.
It wasn't until the afternoon that Su Yi went to the bookstore to open the door.
When he opened the door, Wu Wenze and the director of the subdistrict office were already waiting at the door.
"Director Wu, what's wrong with you?" Su Yi glanced at Wu Wenze, probably waiting for him.
Wu Wenze looked Su Yi up and down, frowned and asked, "Are you also a cultivator?"
Su Yi shook his head and said, "Have you read too many novels?"
The girl next to me said with certainty, "He is an immortal cultivator!"
"But he doesn't have Qi." Wu Wenze really didn't see any characteristics of an immortal cultivator in Su Yi.
"I said he is, he must be!" The girl looked expressionless, staring at Su Yi, and said, "You make me feel very familiar. Have we met somewhere?"
Su Yi smiled and said, "Are all girls today so proactive?"