Jiang Xin'er looked Jiang Chen up and down with malicious intentions, and said to the woman on the side: "Senior Sister Bingning, have you seen him?" ”

"Nope!" The woman shook her head, said lightly, and then turned to leave, her faint girlish body fragrance remaining in the air.

"Okay, idiot, everyone is gone, you're still in a daze!" Seeing Jiang Chen's stunned expression, Jiang Xin'er frowned slightly and glared at him.

"Sister Xinye, who is she?" Jiang Chen turned around and looked at the figure that disappeared at the end of the attic, his voice trembling.

"Baili Bingning, the daughter of the Human Emperor Sect Tianjiao, is also the contemporary leader of Shenzhou Academy!" Jiang Xin'er said with a little admiration, paused, Jiang Xin'er sighed heavily: "She is not from the same world as us, some people are born to look up to!" ”

"Hundred Miles of Ice Condensation!" Jiang Chen muttered softly, this name that was familiar and unfamiliar to him.

Seeing that Jiang Chen still had a sluggish expression, Jiang Xin'er shook her head helplessly, "Little brother, don't fall in love!" ”

"Is that really a dream?" Walking out of the strict Jiang family, Jiang Chen walked aimlessly on the streets of Xingyao City.

After the rain, the sky is blue without any dirt.

Every plant and tree here was very familiar to him, but at this moment he felt extremely unfamiliar.

Jiang Chen took a deep breath and muttered to himself: "Maybe I have seen it in my previous life, my ancestors once said that the cycle of life and death, there is also a past life and this life!" ”

Suddenly, the river dust was faint, and the wisps of piano sounded, sometimes soothing like a clear spring, sometimes like a waterfall splashing, melodious.

The sound of the piano seemed to come from the depths of his soul, Jiang Chen looked up, and dimly saw the restaurant next to him, there was a slender and tall figure, this was a fairy who fell into the mortal dust.

She had green silk as soft as catkins hanging upside down on her waist, her eyes as bright as the moon glowing with a hint of sadness, and the guqin was placed in front of her, under the gaze of the drinkers around her. The slender onion fingers gently plucked the silver strings, and the melodious and crisp sound of the piano was like fairy music, which fascinated the guests around.

"I think I've heard this sound a long time ago!" In a trance, Jiang Chen seemed to see a picture, it was the world of ice and snow, the snow was white, and on the lonely peak, a shadow sat quietly and stroked the qin, only the snow flying in the sky was with her.

As if sensing Jiang Chen's gaze, the girl who stroked the qin slowly raised her head and looked at Jiang Chen from afar.

This is a pair of eyes that are more beautiful than Mingyue, Jiang Chen praised sincerely, his eyes looked at each other, and his eyes were dazed again, who is she? Whether it's the sound of her piano or her gaze, it's so familiar.

And this blankness also appeared in the depths of the girl's eyes.

"Who is he? Why did his gaze so familiar to me, that unforgettable familiarity! The girl's eyes showed a thoughtful look, lowered her head, and quietly plucked the silver strings, but there was a little confusion in the sound of the piano.

On the street, the sound of the rain and the sound of the piano in the restaurant are intertwined, making people feel like they are in a dreamland.

Until the last sound of the piano dissipates, the whole restaurant can be heard.

And the woman who stroked the piano in the building didn't know when she had left.

The blankness in his eyes was still there, but Jiang Chen's figure was suddenly shocked as if he had been struck by lightning, turned around, and looked ahead.

There was already darkness on the horizon, and the clouds were full of clouds, and from time to time silver serpents flashed by.

On the street in the distance, an oil-paper umbrella with a handle was opened, and the rain knocked on it, splashing one after another. In the surging crowd, the fluttering figure in white looked out of place.

She held the guqin in her left hand and an oil-paper umbrella in her right hand, but she didn't open it, so she drifted away and gradually disappeared at the end of the street.

Jiang Chen quietly watched the girl's departure, for some reason, he remembered a sentence, you walk in the rain, but you never use an umbrella, because you have your own sky in your heart.

"This Nizi is pitiful, the good Ye family has been oppressed by the Luo family, and now they can only linger in the wine shop!"

"But no, the proud daughter of the Ye family has fallen to this point today!"

Turning around, Jiang Chen looked at the whispering crowd behind him and asked, "Who is she?" ”

When these people saw that it was Jiang Chen, they all showed flattering expressions: "Back to Jiang Chen's son, that Nizi is the eldest daughter of the Ye family in Xingyao City, Ye Qingcheng!" ”

"Ye Chengcheng!" Jiang Chen's lips moved slightly, his face was dazed, it was the first time he had heard this woman's name, but he had a strange feeling, this name, he had called thousands of times.

Walking on the street in a distraction, Jiang Chen raised his eyes to look at the drizzle, held an umbrella in his right hand, and walked towards Jiang's house.

It has been said that many people intrude into your world just to teach you a lesson, and then quietly leave.

For Jiang Chen, whether it is a hundred miles of ice condensation, or Ye Chengcheng, these people have broken into his world, it is just Jing Yan's time.

At least after that day, he never heard from them again. These people were like a dream in his dull time.

Since that day, Jiang Chen seems to have changed as if he was a different person, silent, and in the evening afternoon, he always stood in the courtyard with a wine jug, staring at the Bodhi tree that was present in all seasons.

And in Jiang Xin'er's eyes, Jiang Chen was like stepping down from the altar on the ground, his name as a genius was gone, and his sword was no longer as sharp as before. At least, Jiang Xin'er had never seen him hold a sword again.

Jiang Xin'er and the others were even more distressed by Jiang Chen's self-depravity, but no matter how they persuaded each other, Jiang Chen never cultivated again, in her eyes, Jiang Chen did the most thing, which was to be in a daze at the Bodhi tree.

"In the world of martial arts, if you don't have the heart of a martial artist, stepping into martial arts will hurt him after all!

"Chen'er, be willing to be an ordinary person, it's okay!" It wasn't until Jiang Chen's father, Jiang Tian, came forward, that Jiang Xin'er and the others gave up dissuasion, but every time they saw him, they still looked like they hated iron but not steel.

The leader of Xingyao City, the pride of the Jiang family, gradually faded out of everyone's sight.

A few years later, in late autumn, the remnant sun was like blood, the afterglow quietly shrouded the courtyard, and a thin figure stood still in the evening dust, even in the golden autumn and October, the Bodhi tree was still full of vitality.

Grabbing the wine jug with one hand, Jiang Chen looked ahead in distraction, the ginseng fruit on the Bodhi tree swayed in the dust, and the faint fragrance echoed in the courtyard.

At this moment, a terrible scream sounded around the Jiang family, and a martial artist whose whole body was shrouded in black robes, holding a sharp blade, frantically harvested the lives of the Jiang family's children, and the pungent smell of blood filled the air.

(End of chapter)