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Ye Chen ran wildly all the way, and only stopped when it was close to dawn.

"Admittedly, I coaxed. The guy stroked his beard and subconsciously glanced back.

Huang Quanzhong's words made him secretly swear that he would never approach the forbidden area again, it was a great murderous place.

As he spoke, he patted the dust on his shoulder, stepped over a small river, and stepped into a vast land.

There are mountains here, but they are barren, the spiritual power of heaven and earth is thin, uninhabited, and desolate as far as the eye can see.

He didn't know that there was such a desolate area in the desolate Beiyue, where the earth was dry and cracked, and the wind and sand were flying.

I don't know when, I saw a figure flying by, all of them were monks, and their cultivation was not high.

He was dressed in plain robes, walking all the way to the sky, his white hair was flying, his robes were swaying, coupled with a long beard, and an emaciated figure, he was really fairy.

Many of the monks he met on the road would bow respectfully to him, and his temperament was like a real immortal.

However, there are also a few monks who are not long-eyed, who are self-sustaining and powerful, boast of being awesome, and organize groups to rob.

Needless to say, there were a lot of people who came, and it was not enough for Ye Chen to suppress it with one palm, and they were robbed if they failed to rob, and their clothes were also stripped away.

Ye Chen was still merciful, and did not hurt their lives, since he was looking for fun, he let them be happy.

On the road again, I met a lot of monks on the road, but I didn't see the great supernatural powers, and the cultivation was the highest, and it was only allowed to be holy.

It's just that after seeing so many people and walking such a long way, no one recognized him as Holy Communion.

In this regard, Ye Chen only smiled slightly, this effect should be what he wants to see, wearing this old state, silently being a passerby, all the way to the dust.

It was getting late, and I saw him drifting down from the night.

I don't know why, after flying for a long time, I always feel that walking on the ground is the most down-to-earth, and there is a feeling of landing and returning to my roots.

In the vast land, he is like an ascetic who preaches, and the raging yellow sand cannot hide his lonely shadow.

"Please, seniors, do well, give me a ride, I want to go home. Suddenly, an old voice sounded, far away, but it was heard clearly.

The voice was very humble, with a pleading tone, and a touch of sadness and crying, which made people tremble.

Ye Chen walked slowly and crossed the raging yellow sand.

In the distance, he saw a rickety old figure prostrate on the ground, ragged and gray-haired.

It was an old man, more precisely, an old monk, although he was a monk, he only had the Qi Condensation Realm.

Looking at the annual rings, it was nearly two hundred years old, and the two hundred years old Condensation Realm, Ye Chen saw it for the first time.

"Please, seniors, do well, give me a ride. I want to go home. When Ye Chen looked at it, the old monk was kneeling again, bowing to the monks passing by.

He is humble, like a mortal kneeling down to worship immortals, without dignity, pleading and pleading, with bitterness.

However, the people passing by directly ignored his pleas, the strong are respected, and the old monk is an ant.

Not only did no one pay attention, but some people scolded him.

The old monk's body trembled, and he didn't dare to gasp, just like a dog, prostrate on the ground.

When the crowd dissipated, he got up tremblingly, held a bamboo cane, and staggered forward.

He is too old, he has not much life, his vitality is broken, and he has calculated that he will not live for three days.

Ye Chen watched quietly and subconsciously followed.

The old monk's back was vicissitudes, and every step was very difficult.

Looking at him, Ye Chen was like seeing himself for a hundred years, his longevity was coming to an end, and he had to use all his strength to walk.

At last, the old monk stopped, perhaps tired, and snuggled under an old tree, holding his cane.

The wind of the night seemed to be very cold, and he couldn't help but curl up.

His old eyes were cloudy, and there was no light in sight, and his eyelids twitched from time to time, and he couldn't help but want to sleep.

Ye Chen slowly stepped forward and stood under the old tree, "Old man, is your home far away from here?"

"Far, far away. Speaking of home, the old monk couldn't help wiping his tears, his voice was hoarse, "I left home when I was ten years old, I was taken away by the immortals, I just wanted to return to my hometown, but I suffered halfway, Daogen was ruined, abandoned, year after year, two hundred years in the blink of an eye, I just want to return to my roots." ”

Ye Chen was silent, chatting a few words, but he could hear the mood of the old cultivator, sad and helpless, he left home when he was young, but he was already old when he returned, and he was going to die on the way home, and he couldn't even look at his hometown if he died.

The old monk is too weak, he only condenses the Qi realm, he can't even use the sword, the world is vast, and his home is too far away.

He couldn't help but raise his hand slightly, and gently placed it on the old monk's junior, using the essence to extend his life.

This is none of his business, the cruel monk world, there are many such things, but he is willing to help the old cultivator.

It's all because of the old monk's words... I want to go home.

The two of them thought very much, the old monk wanted to go home, why didn't he want to, he had also been away from his hometown for more than two hundred years.

The old monk's body trembled, and he looked at Ye Chen in a daze, with tears in his eyes, "Thank you, thank you, senior." ”

Ye Chen smiled and did not speak, feeling sad in his heart.

This sadness is for the old monk, and when he returns home, it will be another kind of desolation, his father and mother are long gone, and his relatives have long been buried in the ground.

Things are people, look around, and there is no familiar person, that kind of state of mind, how lonely should it be.

The wind and sand are still blowing, and the old leaves are rustling.

Ye Chen was quite kind, and while renewing his life, he also repaired his Dao root and helped him cultivate.

The old monk was grateful, this should be the kindness of his previous life, and he met a noble person on the way.

After three or five minutes, Ye Chen gently withdrew his palm.

With the restoration of the Dao Root and the Eucharistic Essence, the old monk broke through the realm and became much younger.

He prostrate on the ground again, crying silently, humanity is ruthless, and there are good people in this world.

Ye Chen sacrificed his softness and held up the old monk.

Then, a flying sword manifested, and he stepped on it with a step, smiling at the old monk, "By the way, I'll give you a ride." ”

"Thank you, seniors. The old monk was so excited that he hurriedly wiped away his tears and climbed onto the flying sword.

The flying sword roared, slashing through the sky, and the speed was extremely fast.

The old monk stood respectfully behind him, his old eyes staring at one side, which was the direction of his hometown, far away.

However, those distances, for Ye Chen, are nothing more than taking more time, he is a quasi-saint.

It was not until dawn that the flying sword fell in a small village.

Shanhe Village is the name of this village, a stone tablet stands in front of the village, and these three words are engraved on it.

The village is not big, there are only 100 households, surrounded by mountains and rivers, all are stone houses, and there are acres of rice fields.

In the early morning, the village is full of vitality, with smoke curling, farmers carrying hoes, and children playing.

They are all mortals, and they have the simplicity that monks cannot imitate, and although they are vulgar, they live truly and freely.

The old monk's old body trembled, and he had rushed into the village, looking greedily at everything in front of him, every house and even a tree and a tree, the same as he remembered.

He is also in a frenzied search, looking for loved ones.

However, he found the home of the past, but he couldn't find the people of the past, all of them were so strange.

And the people in the village all looked at him with strange eyes, where did this old man come from?

The cry soon came from the border between the village and the hill, where there were a dozen low tombstones.

The old monk knelt down in front of the tombstone, and wept and wept loudly, and the old tears were everywhere, where his father and his relatives were buried, and he was late, and they did not wait.

The people in the village gathered around, the farmer carrying the hoe, and the peasant woman holding the little baby, all confused.

Generations between them, none of them knew the old monk, and they did not know why he was weeping here.

Ye Chen watched quietly, and sadness also came out leisurely.

For mortals, two hundred years is too long, he can be regarded as returning home, but no familiar person laughs for him.

If you miss two hundred years, you will miss this life, and the next reincarnation will be too long, and it will be difficult to meet again.

Ye Chen sighed, turned around slowly, and wanted to embark on another journey.

However, just as he was preparing to enter the sky, Di Jue, who was hanging in his divine sea, trembled, and trembled violently.

Ye Chen was surprised, he couldn't help but turn around, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he swept across the village, his gaze fixed on one person.

It was a child, or an orphan, who was held by his parents, but he was alone, with a black face and a small wooden sword.

He also stood in the crowd, looking at the old monk with wide eyes, wondering why the old man was crying here.

Ye Chen immediately walked over, causing the villagers to look sideways.

An old man came crying in front of the grave, and here came another old man, very strange, I don't know who it was.

Ye Chen smiled, squatted in front of the child, and glanced at the crescent pendant around the child's neck.

The pendant is a part of Di Jue, only the size of a little finger, and it is the last piece of Di Jue.

"Grandpa, who are you?" the child raised his little head, and his voice was immature and full of curiosity.

"I'm a passerby. Ye Chen touched the little guy's little head, and his laughter was kind and kind.

"What is a passerby. "The little one's eyes are twinking.

"A passerby is... Passer. Ye Chen laughed dryly and pointed to the crescent pendant hanging around the little guy's neck, "Grandpa has taken a fancy to this, I'll exchange it with you." ”

As he spoke, Ye Chen took out a crystal clear spirit fruit, which was full of fragrance, causing the children's eyes to shine, and the eyes of the children present were also bright.

"It looks delicious. The child took off the crescent moon pendant, hugged the spirit fruit, and couldn't wait to take a bite, it was indeed very sweet, and his smile was bright.

"Grandpa, I want to eat too. All the children looked at Ye Chen with blank eyes, and their saliva flowed.

"Don't blame the elderly, children, don't be sensible. The farmer and the peasant woman laughed and hugged the child tightly.

"It doesn't matter. Ye Chen smiled and directly took out the bag, which was full of crystal spirit fruits, with a rich fruity aroma.

"Let's eat!" Ye Chen smiled, and stepped into the hill behind the village, because the crescent pendant he had just exchanged for had been integrated into Di Jue.

Di Jue is complete, and there is a strange divine power spreading in the Shenhai, and Rao is his cultivation strength, which is difficult to stop.

In desperation, he had to go into the mountains to study Di Jue.

Behind him, there were children's voices of joy, each holding the spirit fruit, and had never eaten such a delicious fruit. Reading, a better reading experience comes from Aiwang.