Chapter 1482
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“Brother!!!”
The next moment, the girl in white directly threw herself into the arms of the young man in white, jumping up and down excitedly and shouting, “Brother, brother, brother…”
The young man in white smiled bitterly and said, “You’ve grown up, but you’re still so lively.”
“Brother!!!”
The girl in his arms looked up at his fair face and white hair. Her eyes turned red, and tears streamed down her face. “Brother, you’ve finally woken up!”
The girl in white was Ye Feifei, and the young man in white was Ye Wushuang. The brother and sister, who had been separated for nearly two years, finally met again.
Ye Wushuang gently hugged his sister and smiled. “Yes, I’ve finally… woken up…”
At the same time, everyone in the valley looked over, their eyes fixed on the brother and sister who were hugging tightly.
Qing Shiyu’s figure trembled. Then, she turned into a blur and reappeared beside Ye Wushuang and Ye Feifei.
Ye Feifei let go of her brother and looked at Qing Shiyu. She stopped crying and smiled. “Sister Shiyu, my brother has woken up.”
Ye Wushuang looked at Qing Shiyu and smiled slightly.
The beautiful woman in front of him had twinkling eyes and tears welling up. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but not knowing what to say.
Ye Wushuang said nothing and slowly spread his arms.
Qing Shiyu stepped forward and threw herself into Ye Wushuang’s arms, sobbing softly.
Beside them, Ye Feifei grinned happily. She knew that Qing Shiyu would become her sister-in-law!
In the valley, the young boys and girls cheered and joked when they saw this scene.
In the past six months, besides cultivating, Qing Shiyu had been teaching these newly入门的 disciples in Spirit Sword Mountain. As their teacher, she had always been quite strict.
But today, this teacher threw herself into the arms of a young man.
“Is that young man with white hair Ye Wushuang?”
“He must be that legendary senior…”
“Gu Mang, what are you talking about? He’s not even eighteen years old. You’re sixteen, and you should call him brother, not senior! You’re making Brother Ye seem old!”
“That’s right…”
The young boys and girls in the valley chattered non-stop.
…
At night.
Spirit Sword Mountain.
The stars were like water.
Ye Wushuang stood in front of a pavilion on the mountainside, looking at the starry sky. The moonlight and the light from the pearls around him shone on his body. His white robe, with patterns of landscapes outlined by green silk, set off his silver hair and handsome face, making people dazed for a moment.
In the pavilion on the mountainside.
A feast was set up.
Su Chenyang, Si Luoyi, Su Yexuan, Ling Qingyan, Yun Yemu, Yan Siyu, Shi Pingtian and others were all present.
As for the younger generation of Spirit Sword Mountain, they were not here. Instead, they were in another pavilion a hundred zhang away, drinking and having a great time.
“Sir…”
Shi Pingtian walked over.
Ye Wushuang nodded and entered the pavilion to take a seat.
Su Chenyang smiled and said, “Today, sir, your awakening is a great joy for our Spirit Sword Mountain. We’ve been waiting for half a year, and you’ve finally woken up…”
“Yes, yes…”
Several people had smiles on their faces.
Ye Wushuang raised his wine cup and smiled. “Come!”
The core figures all raised their cups and drank up.
They had been looking forward to this moment for I don’t know how many years.
“Has Shenghao not returned yet?” After a few glasses of wine, Ye Wushuang asked.
Su Chenyang smiled and said, “In the past six months, he has been running back and forth between Qingzhou and the Central Land, busy with I don’t know what. He’s always out of sight…”
“Old Su, you’re speaking ill of me while I’m away, huh?”
Suddenly, a voice sounded.
Beside the pavilion, Yin Shenghao, in a green robe, appeared like a gust of wind. He tilted his mouth and said, “You old thing, the older you get, the more malicious you are!”
When Yin Shenghao appeared, several people present smiled slightly.
Ye Wushuang slowly stood up and turned around.
In his sight was a young man in a green robe with black hair, looking a little over twenty years old. He had an extraordinary and handsome appearance, with a hint of wickedness.
The young man also looked at Ye Wushuang with his silver hair.
The two looked at each other.
Yin Shenghao stepped forward and tugged at Ye Wushuang’s silver hair. He smiled and said, “Well, you’re quite handsome!”
Ye Wushuang shook his head and laughed. “Of course!”
The next moment.
Yin Shenghao spread his arms and hugged Ye Wushuang tightly.
Ye Wushuang was stunned for a moment, then hugged him tightly in return.
This scene was seen by the younger generation in the other pavilion, and they were all extremely surprised.
Qing Shiyu, Su Jinyue, Qin Muyu, Li Wenbo and other younger disciples of Spirit Sword Mountain, as well as Mu Qingqian, Xuan Honglang, Xuan Hongcheng, and the Lin Qingfeng and Lin Qingyi brothers, were all sitting in the pavilion.
“Goodness!”
Li Wenbo wiped his hazy eyes and said in surprise, “Goodness, my goodness! Lord Yin is hugging Ye Wushuang!”
As soon as he said this, the younger disciples in the pavilion all craned their necks and looked towards the pavilion on the mountainside…
