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In the eleventh year, Ye Chen returned to Xuxian Town.

The first time, he went to the Yang Mansion.

Ten years later, Xiao Yang Lan still doesn't grow, two or three years old, still so pink, but the old Yang Chou's hair is white, if he can't grow up for the rest of his life, he can't stand it, and he is still waiting to hug his grandson? It's not blowing, he and Xia Lan led the child out, I don't know, they all think it's his granddaughter? The people of Zhuxian Town were surprised at first, but after a long time, they got used to it.

"This time, the time for you to leave is not short!" In the pavilion, Yang Ge Lao cooked wine and said with a smile, "I haven't seen you for ten years, I really miss it." ”

"You...... Quite a bit older. Ye Chen smiled, Yang Ge's old gray hair couldn't be hidden, but compared to the same age, Lao Yang is still good, and now Yang Ge is old, and he is too old, which is all due to the method of cultivating the mind that he passed in his early years.

"The same goes for you. Yang Ge said with a smile, this is true, although Ye Chen is a half-immortal, he did not deliberately hide his old state, and there are more silver threads on his sideburns, which is the mark that these twenty years should have.

Ye Chen smiled, took a sip of wine, and swept towards Xia Lan.

Ten years ago, when he left, the yin and yang fairy pattern in Xia Lan's body had begun to gradually decay, ten years have passed, although the yin and yang fairy pattern is still there, but it has been defeated for the most part, he can see that Xia Lan's body is too weak, and his face is quite pale and sick.

Xia Lan chuckled, she had already seen it, and she had lived for twenty more years, which was a gift from the immortals.

Not long after, Yang Xuan and the three of them also came, this time they were sensible, they came with wine, their sideburns were also gray, and it was difficult for immortals to stop the passage of time, let alone mortals.

"It's been another ten years, do you really want to wait until we are in the ground?" Shangguan Jiu didn't seem to say, what about cultivating immortals? Year after year, the flowers that I was waiting for were all gone.

"Wait a few more years while you're still young. Ye Chen smiled.

When he said this, Yang Xuan, who heard this, almost lifted the table, your sister, are you teasing us?

At night, Ye Chen walked out of Yang's Mansion and walked slowly on the street, this walk and then returned, there were many familiar faces missing on the street, it should be the old man in the twilight, they have all been buried in the ground, I wanted to wait for him to return, and then count a hexagram, but unfortunately, it didn't last until that time.

Ye Chen was silent, wearing a cloak, and walked quietly like a passerby.

When he arrived at the door, he stopped at the door of the small garden opposite.

Through the gap in the garden gate, he could see a young man holding a doll in his arms, looking up at the stars, and on one side, there was a woman sewing clothes, sometimes looking at this side, showing a gentle smile.

The children of that year have also grown up and become families.

So far, Ye Chen doesn't know what his name is, so he unconsciously wants to call him the reincarnation of Qi, which means the reincarnation of King Qi.

Who would have thought that the prince of Qi, who led the troops to besiege Zhuxian Town, lived in Zhuxian Town in another capacity, and most of them would not believe it.

Through the wall door, he only saw a family of three, but did not see the reincarnated grandfather, ten years ago when he left, the old man was still there, ten years later when he returned, but he had already passed away.

Ye Chen didn't bother and went back to his own garden.

After ten years of not returning, there are a lot of weeds in the garden, the cobwebs in the house have formed layer after layer, and the dust on the tables and chairs is also clearly visible, and it is desolate to the eye.

Early in the morning, Ye Chen had set up his line early.

Hearing that the myth of martial arts went home, the people of Zhuxian Town gathered in pieces and lined up in a long line, which was several miles.

And so it was for three whole days.

In the blink of an eye, it is ten years of spring and autumn, and those who should be old are old, and those who should fall have also fallen, such as Xia Lan, who can't get out of bed, like a terminally ill person, who doesn't even have the strength to get up, and the yin and yang fairy pattern has been ninety percent defeated.

Yang Ge Lao still asked him to come every day, saying that he was here to tell fortunes, but in fact, he wanted to invite Ye Chen to see the illness for Xia Lan, their family, perhaps, is the most normal for him, a daughter, no matter how long she can't grow, a wife, often sick, and even more powerless.

Ye Chen went to see it a few times, but he was silent, Mo said that he was a half-immortal, even if he was not sealed, he couldn't save Xia Lan, just like him back then, when the time came, God couldn't keep it.

Xia Lan is still very tenacious, lying on the hospital bed, and she has survived for three or five years.

This night, Ye Chen was carving wood carvings under the old tree, and Yang Ge came in a hurry with a cane, looking panicked, and dragged Ye Chen away.

Ye Chen didn't resist, as if he knew where Elder Yang Ge was going to take him.

Calculate the time, Xia Lan's deadline should also come.

In fact, Xia Lan on the hospital bed is already in shape, gray hair, the clear eyes of the year, now muddy, the peerless face of the year is also covered with age spots, even the lips are a little chapped, her vitality is dimmed to the extreme, and her breath comes and goes, as if she will die in the next moment.

Seeing Ye Chen coming, Xia Lan wanted to get up, but she was powerless, so she only smiled far-fetched.

Ye Chen was silent, and he couldn't bear it, he had witnessed it with his own eyes...... A woman of peerless elegance, in the last years of such a wind and candle, tonight, will be gone.

"Little friend, save her. Elder Yang Ge stepped forward and knelt down with a bang, his words were choked, his old body trembled, and his old face was full of tears.

Ye Chen picked up Yang Ge Lao, but shook his head helplessly, "Birth, old age, sickness and death are natural laws, and I can't do anything about it." ”

At this moment, Yang Ge, who was still **, his old body instantly relaxed, as if he had no spiritual support, and he couldn't even stand on his feet, feeling that the whole world was dark.

Ye Chen sighed and retreated silently, wanting to leave the last time to the old couple.

In the room, there is only a family of three left, Xiao Yang Lan is sleeping soundly in the cradle, sleeping very peacefully, and sometimes, she will dream of her mother.

Yang Ge Lao sat at the head of the bed, carefully helped Xia Lan up, and let him snuggle in his arms.

"Don't do that, everyone dies. Xia Lan smiled gently, but she was weak, her eyelids were shaking, and she could close at any time, and the yin and yang fairy pattern that supported her to live was slowly dissipating the last bit of fairy light.

"You're still going to get ahead of me. Yang Ge's voice was hoarse, and the vicissitudes of life were incomparable.

"Xianggong, I'm already dead!" Xia Lan smiled, but her eyes were full of mist, and she finally ...... The secret, which has been hidden for more than thirty years, is told.

"I knew, I knew thirty-three years ago. Yang Ge Lao smiled warmly, surprisingly calm, "You are my wife, sharing the same bed, how could I not know." ”

Xia Lan cried and laughed, only to know that these thirty-three years were a scene, she hid it from him, and he was willing to be deceived.

The deadline is approaching, at the time of life and death, she raised her eyes with difficulty, looked at the cradle, looked at her sleeping child, and wanted to hug her again, as a mother, she did not wait for her daughter to marry, and finally could not see her grow up, it should be a little beauty, it should look like her, there should be a lot of people to propose .......

"Xianggong, will you wait for me in the next life?"

"Yes. ”

"Then in the next life, we will be husband and wife again. Xia Lan smiled softly, and her whispering gradually weakened, until her eyes, the last trace of gaze was dispersed, and after thirty-three years, she finally closed her eyes and made a promise of the next life, only two lines of tears, melting the love of this life, and crossing the old and poignant cheeks.

Yang Ge Lao hugged him tightly, and was still talking unhurriedly, carrying the twilight warmth, saying the vicissitudes of love, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was saying to Xia Lan, remembering their years, telling about their vigorous love, bit by bit, with the passing years, intertwined into a beautiful marriage.

Outside the room, Ye Chen couldn't help but sigh when he heard the murmur.

Yang Xuan, Shangguan Jiu, and Ling Feng were also there, and they all turned their backs, and they couldn't bear to listen anymore.

For a long time, Yang Ge didn't come out, and the four of them didn't bother, so they had to give him time to say goodbye to his wife.

"Mother, wake up, play with me. ”

I don't know when, I heard the immature voice, it was Xiao Yang Lan, who woke up from a deep sleep, and was lying on the head of the bed at the moment, shaking Xia Lan with her little hands, but unfortunately, her gentle mother couldn't open her eyes and look at her.

Ye Chen turned around and left silently.

In the next three days, he didn't set up a fortune teller, nor did he go to Yang's mansion, but I heard that the old Yang Tou'er cried heartbreakingly, fainted several times, and until the coffin lid was closed, he was still lying in front of Xia Lanling, crying bitterly.

With the sound of suona, paper money with white flowers was sprinkled all over the street.

On the day of Xia Lan's funeral, there were people standing on both sides of the road, hiding to wipe her tears, Xia Lan was kind-hearted before her death, just like a female Bodhisattva, she did not help the poor, her death made people sad.

Ye Chen didn't leave the house, only quietly carved his wood carving.

On the fifth day, I heard a knock at the door.

The person who came was Yang Fan, who was the righteous son of Yang Ge who was accepted back then, and now he is also middle-aged, and he has already started a family and inherited the mantle of Lao Yang.

He has been kneeling in front of his mother's grave for three days and three nights. Yang Fan said hopefully.

Ye Chen didn't speak, sighed, put down the carving knife, got up and walked out of the small garden.

In a mountain forest outside Zhuxian Town, he reappeared.

Xia Lan's grave is inside, and it is the cemetery she personally chose.

Before he entered, Ye Chen heard the sound of erhu, and the person who pulled the strings, since he was Yang Ge Lao, had a mournful voice, resounding all over the mountains and forests, and even the birds listened to it, and they all landed on the branches of the trees, and they never flew away for a long time.

Ye Chen walked in slowly, and saw Yang Ge Lao from a distance, with messy white hair, sitting in front of Xia Lan's grave, with a rickety back, trembling and pulling the erhu.

Everyone in the world says that one year of piano and two years of flute, three years of pipa and five years of zheng, a lifetime of erhu, today's Yang Ge Lao, is like this, it is the erhu that is pulled, but it is his vicissitudes.

Ye Chen stepped forward and clicked on Yang Ge's old acupoint, causing him to fall into a deep sleep and leaving the mountains and forests on his back.

After he was gone, there was a shadow that appeared in front of the grave, and it was an evil spirit.

On the side of the demon, there was also a woman, and when I looked closely, it was Donghuang Taixin.

"Can it be resurrected. The demon said lightly.

"No, you can't. Donghuang Taixin's tone of reply was quite affirmative.

"You should know the secret of this ancient star. The demon said, and brushed three musks in his hand, and inserted them in front of Xia Lan's grave.

It's a pity that the musk can't be lit, or rather, Xia Lan can't stand it.

"The reincarnation here seems to be something and nothing, and it is difficult to break. Donghuang Taixin shook his head lightly.

The demon also shook his head and smiled, "The chess game of the king of men is a heavenly creation. ”