A few days later, Jiang Chen rarely walked out of the courtyard and came to the outside of Xingyao City to see off Jiang Xin'er. ”

"Senior Sister Allure, she ...... She's long dead! ”

"Just when she died, she said a word!" Jiang Xin'er stared at Jiang Chen with a somewhat complicated look, over the years, she rarely mentioned Ye Qingcheng, but Jiang Chen still remembered, how many years? More than thirty years!

"What words!" Jiang Chen's tone was extremely heavy, as heavy as a towering mountain.

"Senior Sister Allure said, I was born to wait for someone, leaving a tear in his heart, but I waited for a long time, but I didn't wait!" Jiang Xin'er whispered, her tone was also a little heavy, she couldn't forget the despair and sadness on the woman's face.

"Didn't wait!" Jiang Chen muttered softly, standing in place and distracted, he didn't even know when Jiang Xin'er would leave.

Turning around, Jiang Chen walked aimlessly in the streets and alleys again, a drizzle fell quietly, drenched in her hairshirt, and it rained in the sky, but some people never held an umbrella, because she had her own sky in her heart. She still hasn't waited for the sky that belongs to her.

This rain is similar to that of decades ago, except that the people are no longer there.

Walking back to the courtyard, Jiang Chen was drunk again, and fell under the tree, the strange ginseng fruit was facing his face, his face was no longer young, old and twilight.

Jiang Xin'er is gone, at least for many years, how many years? Jiang Chen didn't remember either. I only know that in the season of falling leaves, this courtyard is even more dead.

The years flowed quietly behind him, until in the end, Jiang Chen forgot how much autumn he had seen.

It's autumn again, the wind and clouds are soothing, sweeping away the frivolity and restlessness of summer, and the season of indifference and desolation is quietly coming. Standing under the tree, Jiang Chen's figure was no longer like a mountain, and the wrinkles were like a creeper on the wall, crawling all over his face.

Although it was twilight, Jiang Chen's eyes became brighter and brighter, like bright stars.

And in the autumn of this year, Jiang Tian came. When Jiang Tian came, he also brought a broken sword, and this sword, which he knew, was Jiang Xin'er's sword.

Walking under the tree, Jiang Tian gently stuck the broken sword on the ground, and got up with difficulty, his appearance was even older than Jiang Chen, and he could no longer find the spirit and elegance of the past. Grabbing the wine jug on the side, Jiang Tian looked up to the sky and took a long sip, and then there was silence, and even the autumn wind trembled in silence.

Lowering his eyes, Jiang Chen gently held the broken sword, feeling the cold touch from the hilt, as if holding Jiang Xin'er's Qianqian jade hand, looking at the old face reflected on the sword, he rarely spoke for the first time: "What about her?" ”

Jiang Chen's voice was hoarse, with an inexplicable vicissitudes, which was a kind of vicissitudes from the depths of the soul.

Cuckoo! Jiang Tian continued to drink, and only when the wine jug was empty did he speak, looking extremely lonely: "Died on the battlefield!" ”

"Die in battle!" Jiang Chen's bright gaze instantly dimmed, and the broken sword in his hand fell off and fell back into the ground, as if a fallen leaf had returned to its roots.

"The Human Emperor Realm is not peaceful!" Jiang Tian said quietly: "It turns out that the legendary Seventh Realm really exists, and after controlling the Upper Three Realms, it began to invade the Human Emperor Realm!" ”

"She said that she wants to use the sword in her hand to defend the Human Emperor Realm, at least so that you can live without war!"

"She died because of Shenzhou, and the Jiang family is proud of her!"

Jiang Tian walked out of the courtyard with heavy steps, and in the afterglow of the sunset, his back looked so old, and the old age made Jiang Chen feel inexplicably panicked.

In the days to come, there was an extra figure in the courtyard. Jiang Tian had already removed the position of patriarch and handed over the position of patriarch to Jiang Ming.

In the past, Jiang Tian often sat in the courtyard, talking about the past, and when it came to Jiang Chen's naughtiness as a child, his face was always full of smiles. Jiang Chen listened quietly, and his thoughts followed Jiang Tian's words, returning to the old days.

"At that time, my favorite thing was to play with Jiang Xin'er and them in the rain!" Jiang Chen looked down at the broken sword that was rotting in the wind, and his eyes showed a touch of inexplicable heartache and sadness.

In the autumn of this year, the style is extraordinarily large, and the dead leaves in the courtyard are swaying in the wind, like butterflies fluttering, and finally fall into the distance.

Jiang Tian's hoarse voice was low and weak in the autumn wind, "At that time, I wanted you to be an ordinary person, marry a wife and have children." Living an ordinary life, I also longed to be able to hold your son, Xin'er's son, Ming'er's son! ”

"To this day, I haven't picked up my grandson!" The hoarse voice was staccato until a gust of autumn wind suddenly rose, and finally dissipated, never to be heard again.

Jiang Tian's figure shook suddenly, turned around, and looked at Jiang Tian who was lying in the fallen leaves, with a peaceful face, his eyes were closed, and his peaceful face was filled with a little regret.

With sadness in his eyes, Jiang Chen got up and gently held Jiang Tian's hand, and the corners of his eyes gradually moistened.

He didn't know how many years Jiang Xin'er had been with him in this courtyard, and he didn't know how many years Jiang Tian had been with him in this courtyard, he only knew that they were all gone, and he was even more lonely in this lonely world.

Holding Jiang Tian's body, Jiang Chen walked to the other end of the courtyard, where there were several cold and pitch-black tombstones, tombstones, there were four in total. And after today, there is one more tombstone.

In the time of memory, I have buried you and my past!

Spring goes to autumn, time will never stop because of anyone, and the annual rings on the tree pole will not decrease, but will increase endlessly, until the day of death.

The flames of war have spread throughout the Human Emperor Realm, and even Starlight City has been affected.

It wasn't until one day, when Jiang Ming came to Jiang Chen covered in blood, that he realized that the Human Emperor Realm had fallen.

"Before leaving, my father said that if Xingyao City falls one day, let me take you out of the Jiang family!"

"It's just that I don't have a chance to fulfill my father's promise!"

"Jiang Chen, live well!"

When he said this, Jiang Ming's breath was gone, and after this day, there was another cold tombstone in the courtyard.

Under the setting sun, the tombstone standing upright in the dusk is like a sharp knife, bloodily cutting off the past time, and there is nothing left.

This year, it was rare for Jiang Chen not to stand under the tree, but to stand in front of the tombstones, quietly looking at these tombstones, and the tombstones were carved with familiar names: Ye Chengcheng, Baili Bingning, Ye Chen, Jiang Xin'er, Jiang Tian, Jiang Ming......

Whenever he reads these names, Jiang Chen always has an inexplicable heartache, in this year, in the season of snow, he rarely walked out of the courtyard, many years ago, the familiar path has become extremely barren, the sword hall buildings that reach into the sky have also collapsed, moss crawls all over these sword hall buildings, the huge Jiang family has become a ruin, as if a long time ago, Jiang Chen has never heard any sound.

"Are they all dead in battle?" Jiang Chen muttered to himself, his voice was hoarse, and the hoarseness made him feel strange, was this his own voice?

Walking out of the barren Jiang family, along the street in his memory, Jiang Chen walked awkwardly, every step he took seemed to drain the strength of his whole body, and in the twilight, the figure of this twilight and the afterglow were indistinguishable from each other.

The hustle and bustle of the streets has disappeared, and the roads are covered with lush weeds. The autumn wind swept in, blowing up the fallen leaves, blowing the weeds, and Jiang Chen saw that there were white bones under it.

This is a dead city, at least Jiang Chen has never found anyone in Xingyao City, lifeless, only the bones hidden in the grass, the sword hall building roaring in the evening wind.

This year, the green vines climbed all over the mottled city walls. Whenever the sun sets, Jiang Chen always walks out of the courtyard, panting up the city tower, looking down on the dead city. Standing in the dead city, he seemed to be waiting for something.

A dead city, a dying old man, a sunset in the west, indistinguishable from each other.

The wind blew through the dead courtyard, and on the willow trees, the green leaves rustled, as if chanting.

On this day, the moment Jiang Chen walked out of the courtyard, in that distant sky, one after another incomparable sword lights were vertical and horizontal, accompanied by a deafening roar, and the heavens and the earth collapsed under those sword lights.

In the vertical and horizontal sword light, Jiang Chen saw a beautiful woman, this woman's smile was enough to charm the common people, enough to make people crazy.

Watching this scene quietly, until Jiang Chen saw that when several swordsmen besieging the woman inserted the sword in their hands into the woman's body, Jiang Chen felt an inexplicable heartache. The woman had fallen, and her body had fallen on the mottled tower.

Several figures standing in the void, like gods on top, before leaving, these people glanced at Jiang Chen in the courtyard, and left silently, in their eyes, Jiang Chen was like an ant, killing the sword that insulted them.

It wasn't until after these people left that Jiang Chen walked out of Jiang's house and walked towards the city tower. On the city tower, the woman lay quietly in a pool of blood, and there was no grace on her charming face.

Jiang Chen squatted down and looked at this woman, she was very beautiful, and the beauty was thrilling.

"Why, when I saw her once, it felt familiar? Is it in a past life, or in a dream? Jiang Chen muttered to himself, his clear eyes glowing with a little dazedness.

At this moment, the woman with her eyes closed slowly opened her eyes, which were as bright as the moon, and the woman looked blankly at the old man in the twilight, as if returning to the light, and muttered softly: "In the summer and March, the rotten grass is a firefly...... There is no right or wrong, only value is not worth it. ”

This sentence seems to be muttering to himself, and it seems to be said to Jiang Chen. After saying this, the woman's breath was completely gone.

"Rotting grass as fireflies?" Jiang Chen muttered softly.

The grass grows for a season, and eventually it rots in the water. And the fireflies took off at this time, just for the splendor of those five days. Is it worth it for the rotten grass to bloom in spring and autumn, or is it worth it for the fireflies to flicker only in the night. In fact, what's right or wrong, everything is just because of that reluctance.

Jiang Chen sighed slightly, struggled to hold the woman's body, and returned to the courtyard, where a brand-new tombstone appeared.

Standing under the tree, the blank look in Jiang Chen's eyes was even greater.

In the autumn of this year, the Bodhi tree, which had not withered all year round, finally withered, and the withered yellow leaves flew all over the sky.

Jiang Chen sat under the tree, looking at the fluttering dead leaves, the withered ginseng fruit, in a trance, he seemed to see the familiar figures again, the scenes of this life, but in the end, these memories seemed extremely vague, and in his mind, only the dream from many years ago lingered!

"If there is no cause, how can there be effect!"

"Many years ago, I was the son of the Jiang family of the three major families of the Human Emperor Realm Divine Prefecture Xingyao City!"

"At that time, Baili Bingning was the daughter of the Human Emperor Zong Tianjiao, and Ye Tingcheng was also in love with me!"

"My ascension to the Seventh Realm is the cause, and the rebirth of the messy Journey to the West World is the result!"

Jiang Chen muttered to himself, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, until the moment he closed his eyes, the leafy sky collapsed, the entire dead city turned to ashes, and even the tombstones in the courtyard dissipated, and everything turned into nothingness.

Dream, wake up!

In the endless black soil, under the withered Bodhi tree, on the handsome face with sharp and angular faces, the pale color gradually receded.

After a long time, the young man slowly opened his eyes, and the inexplicable vicissitudes flashed in his dark eyes.

Dreams of past lives!

I finally understand who I am!

In the middle of the endless black soil, a slender figure stood under the withered Bodhi tree like a mountain rock, its black robe was windless, and the hunting sound.

Jiang Chen let out a long sigh: "In that world, I led the Seven Realms and Ten Thousand Races to conquer the Heavenly Dao, with hundreds of millions of living beings as soldiers and millions of gods and demons as generals. In that world, when my eyes are closed, the sky and the earth are dark, and when my eyes are open, it is the day of the heavens and the earth. In that world, when I am in a happy mood, it is sunny in the Seven Realms, and when I am angry, it is the panic of all races. Legend has swept the terrifying and invincible existence of the Seven Realms, and it is also necessary to retreat. That's me, the Demon Lord of the Seven Realms! ”

"And this place is called the Reverse Current Realm, which is the land of the Seven Realms and dispatches the gods and demons. When an order is given, the world is shocked, and when a word is spoken, all races obey. ”

"In order to cherish the past, I personally planted the cause and effect Bodhi tree here, and the countercurrent world itself has the ability to go back in time."

"Unexpectedly, back then, I resisted the Heavenly Tribulation, self-styled memories, and reincarnated on the earth outside the Seven Realms, but I was accidentally selected by the Heavenly Dao system there, reborn in that era of Journey to the West, and finally assumed the name Tang Seng and learned scriptures from the West."

"Ridiculous new reincarnation begins to ...... again"

Thinking of this, Jiang Chen stared at the withered Bodhi tree in front of him, which was densely engraved with the same handwriting.

"I am the Demon Lord of the Seven Realms......"

"I am the Demon Lord of the Seven Realms......"

"I am the Demon Lord of the Seven Realms......"

"I am the Demon Lord of the Seven Realms, and there is a curse of the Heavenly Dao System here......"

"I am the Demon Lord of the Seven Realms, and I am also the Jiang family's Jiang Chen......"

"I'm the Demon Lord of the Seven Realms, stay away from here, stay away from here......"

"The curse of the Heavenly Dao System has caused me to sink forever, this is my eighty-fifth ......"

"Don't step into here......"

"This is the ninety-eighth ......"

The handwriting of I am the Demon Lord of the Seven Realms alone is more than sixty lines, and the last few lines of handwriting are obviously anxiously scribbled out, and they are not finished.

"Heavenly Dao system, hehe, now that you are the Journey to the West system, you can't get rid of reincarnation."

"But you're going to make a mistake, and my memory is completely revived in this life."

"The Countercurrent Realm used to be my abode, so let me take eternal time with me and bury myself here!"

Ninety-eight times of reincarnation of life, ninety-eight times of death, all of these are the curses of the Heavenly Dao system! Jiang Chen's hatred for the system can be imagined.

Jiang Chen knew that there was little hope, but he would never let it go! So, he could only rely on the stupid method of lettering to remind himself that he could not sink, and this time, he did it, and his memory was completely revived!

War!

Now there is only war, the battle is turned upside down, and the battle is a way to control your own destiny! And the fate he chose was to die with the Heavenly Dao System!

Jiang Chen's eyes gradually had red threads, revealing a crazy killing intention.

Now he was nothing more than an ant in the Condensing Martial Realm, but this was once his territory, to resist this world-destroying cursed force!

At this moment, the heavens and the earth roared, and thunderclouds rolled in. Jiang Chen knew that the power of the curse was coming!

Jiang Chen didn't hesitate, bit his finger, and a drop of blood splashed out and landed on the Bodhi tree.

Suddenly, the endless black soil here was constantly tumbling and cracking, like the end of the world.

Jiang Chen wants this effect, if he wants to destroy the curse power, this place will be destroyed, although he also has to die.

Thundered!

The earth shook and the sky cracked.

Until the lightning and thunder roared, the entire countercurrent realm was reduced to ruins.

Since then, Jiang Chen has been relieved.