Chapter 272 Uncle is far away, nephew is rude!

When saying this, Ye Wuotian's expression was somewhat complicated.

At this moment, it started to drizzle in the sky.

So there was such a scene.

Light rain, peach forest, faint mist, and a man standing in front of a tomb!

Such a scene is like a fairyland on earth.

At this moment, Ye Wuotian's mind is full of scenes of his childhood with Han Wan'er.

A young woman took advantage of her free time, hid a shuttlecock behind her, and walked into an old building. The woman

stood in front of a door in the old building.

With a mysterious smile on her face, but just as she was about to reach out to open the door.

The door suddenly opened.

A little boy made a face at the young woman through the door frame.

The young woman was startled.

The young woman covered her chest and exhaled several times, then tapped the boy's forehead in a reproachful manner.

"You little brat, do you want to scare your mother to death?"

The little boy smiled.

"Mom, why did you come back just now? You said before that you were on a business trip for ten days, and now it's been half a month!" The

young woman hugged the little boy in her arms .

"Do you miss your mother?"

the little boy said.

"No."

The young woman's eyes were red.

"Mom misses her son."

The little boy was suddenly at a loss and wiped the tears from the young woman's face.

"I miss you too."

The young woman suddenly smiled.

"When you grow up, don't believe women's tears easily, especially the tears of a beautiful woman like your mother."

The little boy looked dumbfounded.

"Why?"

The young woman did not answer, let go of the little boy's body, and bent down to change the boy's shoes.

"Let's go downstairs and play shuttlecock."

The past events...

like a tide!

All came back to Ye Wutian's mind!

How could Ye Wutian dare to believe

that the red-faced corpse lying in the tomb was not his biological mother? At

this time.

The drizzle.

It was getting heavier.

Ye Wutian's face was already full of water droplets.

But...

it was impossible to tell which was rain and which was tears.

At this

time. A man's voice came slowly from the peach forest.

"Red face but short life!"

The direction of the voice was the end of the muddy path in front of Han Wan'er's tomb.

Ye Wutian turned around and looked.

It was a middle-aged man holding a big black umbrella, walking towards this side.

Because the big black umbrella covered the middle-aged man's face, Ye Wutan could not see his true face.

But from the man's clothes,

he seemed to be a monk in a monk's robe.

Ye Wutan was stunned. He

was very curious about the other party's identity.

Because there was no Buddhist temple around this peach forest. So, where did

this middle-aged monk come from? With such doubts, Ye Wutan suddenly disappeared from the spot and landed quietly on a peach tree a hundred meters away. The middle-aged monk obviously did not notice Ye Wutan's existence. Holding a big black umbrella, he walked along the muddy path, step by step towards Han Wan'er's tombstone. Ye Wutan observed his every move from a distance. Judging from the way he walked, this person was not a martial artist! In his hand, he held a big black umbrella and a big convenient bag in his other hand. It seemed to contain some offerings. The middle-aged monk walked to Han Wan'er's grave and looked at the grave. Then, while walking around the grave, he bent down and picked up some weeds on the grave. Those weeds were actually some dead grass leaves. There were less than ten grass leaves in total. But after picking up these grass leaves, the middle-aged monk still checked them carefully again. Until there was nothing on the grave except yellow soil, the middle-aged monk smiled and said. "You loved to keep things clean when you were alive. Now, I am the only one who can treat you so carefully, right?" As he said that, the middle-aged monk placed the big black umbrella in his hand on top of the grave, obviously using this method. To protect Han Wan'er from wind and rain. Then, the middle-aged monk opened the convenient bag and took out some lunch boxes. He placed them in front of the tombstone. The middle-aged monk took out a wine gourd from the cloth bag hanging on his body, removed the cork, and took a sip. The spicy white wine went down his throat. The middle-aged monk grinned because of the spiciness. He smiled. "I haven't drunk for nearly 30 years. The last time I drank was when Tian'er was born." "That day, you held him in your arms, as if you gave birth to him." "Oh, the brat is not bad. Now he seems to have made great achievements in martial arts. However, this is not important. The most important thing is that he has a good heart. If you know it in the afterlife, you will feel at ease, right?"

"By the way, come and try these dishes I made for you. They are all vegetarian dishes. The lamb skewers are made with mushrooms and fried. The duck meat is also fried. The raw material is tofu. You loved to eat these things when you were a child."

"Do you want to drink?"

"Hey, don't drink. You have loved cleanliness since you were a child. You and I, your brother, are so clear about it!"

"I eat your leftovers. I don't mind you. Even if I get hit in the face with my leftovers, you frown as if someone owes you money!"

"Tell me, why do you love cleanliness so much?"

"You say you love cleanliness so much, but when Tian'er was a child, he peed and shit all over you, but you didn't mind. As his brother, I get angry just looking at it!"

"Do you want to hear about Tian'er's current situation?"

"Sorry, I'm not sure. I've been running a hotel in the capital for these years. I don't come to Jianghai on weekdays. I came here on foot this time because I heard from Han's Imperial Master that he wanted to give the position of the head of the Han family to Tian'er!"

"Okay, when he goes to the capital, I, as his uncle, will treat him to a meal."

"The last time you took him there, he seemed to have eaten at my hotel. I was still angry with you at that time. I didn't want to see you, so I missed it. But I didn't expect that this one miss, this one life and death!"

At this point, the middle-aged monk looked up at the sky.

Sit on the ground.

Leaning against Han Wan'er's tombstone.

The middle-aged monk was silent for a long time and spoke again.

"I also met your eldest grandson when I came to Jianghai this time. I stood at the gate of his school. There were too many people watching. It was a strange scene for a big monk to look at your eldest grandson with a smile."

"Guess what your eldest grandson said after noticing me?"

"He asked me a question."

"What are you worried about?"

"I said, I just looked at you, and you couldn't do it anymore?"

"They said, get out of the way, you're blocking my way!"

"So arrogant!"

"Really arrogant!"

"But it's okay. I followed him for a while, and he saw an old lady picking up mineral water bottles next to the trash can. He gave her a hundred yuan."

"He has a kind heart, just like you and Tian'er."

At this point, the middle-aged monk suddenly fell silent again.

He let out a long breath.

He stood up.

Looking at Han Wan'er's tombstone.

"I'm leaving. I don't know when I'll come next time."

As he said that, the middle-aged monk raised his hand and touched the head of the tombstone, as if he was touching someone's hair.

The middle-aged monk's eyes were surprisingly gentle.

Then, he turned and left.

But at this moment, a group of men and women suddenly walked over from the end of the muddy path in front of the tombstone.

Everyone was holding a sword in their hands.

The leader was a young man.

Very handsome.

Behind the young man, there were three people.

Two men and one woman.

A group of men and women walked over and happened to pass by the middle-aged monk.

The men and women all looked at the face of the middle-aged monk, and there was a bit of curiosity in their eyes.

They all seemed to be wondering.

Why did this middle-aged monk appear here.

Similarly, the middle-aged monk was also somewhat curious about the purpose of this group of men and women coming here.

The middle-aged monk noticed that the four people all held swords in their hands. He put his hands together calmly and said, "Amitabha, four donors, why do you bring weapons to disturb a deceased person?"

The leading young man looked the middle-aged monk up and down, with a sarcastic look on his face, and said in abnormal Chinese: "Mind your own business!"

Obviously, this group of men and women were not from the Dragon Kingdom.

It was more like they were from the Amaterasu Kingdom.

The middle-aged monk couldn't help but look at the four people again.

But at this moment, a thin man among the group of men and women suddenly drew out the long sword in his hand and fell on the middle-aged monk's neck.

The middle-aged monk showed no fear on his face, and asked, "What do you mean, benefactor?"

The thin man laughed and said, "Of course, I'm going to kill you. I'm going to kill you with the sword from the back mountain of Emei. Then, I'll move Han Wan'er's grave and pin the blame on the back mountain of Emei!"

The middle-aged monk asked doubtfully, "Then you are..."

The thin man said, "Amaterasu, the Holy Ninja Sect."

After that, the thin man shook his wrist and was about to take the middle-aged monk's head.

But, at this moment.

A drop of water flew over the rain curtain and shot over.

It hit the thin man's forehead.

At the same time, Ye Wutan, from the rain curtain, walked towards this side step by step.

But he did not set his eyes on the three people who were still alive, but looked at the middle-aged monk.

Ye Wutan spoke softly.

"Uncle is far away, nephew, please excuse me."