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At night, Ye Chen came out of the ancient tomb, reflected the moonlight, and returned to Zhuxian Town, the old man in the blood robe was too cruel, I don't know how many people he swallowed, and the town that should have been quiet was dyed with blood.

When you step through the city gate, everything you see is desolate, too many people are hung with white silk, too many orphans and widows, dressed in linen and filial piety, kneeling in front of their own doors, throwing paper money into the brazier, choking and crying, resounding all over the town, and the dark night is destined to be accompanied by tears.

Ye Chen sighed in his heart, and there was an inexplicable guilt, if he had thought of using the power of the bloodline earlier, these people might not have to die.

"Ye Daxia is back. As he was walking, I don't know who shouted.

When the people of Zhuxian Town heard this, they all gathered, and without saying a word, they knelt on the ground and shouted for help, if it weren't for Ye Chen today, they would all be unable to escape death, and they would not be able to escape death than their gods, this hero, is the real savior.

Ye Chen didn't say a word, he only used his soft strength to hold up the people, and quietly walked to the small garden, saying that he was the savior, and even he felt ridiculous, when it came to killing, he killed more than the old man in the blood robe.

In this world, there is no savior, there are just... The law of cruelty.

Ling Feng and the others also came, they didn't step forward, they only silently watched Ye Chen, from Ye Chen's bleak back, they seemed to see a corner of the cultivation world, full of killing, covered with blood and bones, the gods in the eyes of the world, how could they have compassion for all beings.

Under the watchful eye of all people, Ye Chen's figure gradually drifted away.

In the streets and alleys, Ye Chen tiredly pushed open the garden gate, and saw the evil demon sitting at the stone table, drinking quietly, ignoring his return.

"You should hear my call. Ye Chen walked slowly, and his words were plain.

"I heard it clearly. The demon held the glass and savored the wine.

"When the Tiansha Lone Star was born, you still took pity on the people and rained down Ling Tian Xianyu, why didn't you save it when you saw death this time. ”

"Are you questioning the gods?"

"How dare you. Ye Chen laughed at himself and sat down under the old tree.

"The Ancient Holy Body, you are also a person who walked through the mountain of corpses, when did you become so sentimental. The evil demon turned his back to Ye Chen, and his words were leisurely, "Bai Ri, I am in Zhuxian Town, if you don't save the Heavenly Demon Lone Star, the god will also save her, but only save her, the life and death of mortals, what does it have to do with me, your sigh and guilt are not compassion, they are resentment and resentment against the law, you want to change, but unfortunately, you can't do anything." ”

"You have something to say. Ye Chen said lightly.

"You are a wise man, and you can understand, so why should you pretend to be deaf and dumb. The demon poured another cup and put it in front of his nose, sniffing the wine gently, and did not turn around the whole time.

Ye Chen was silent, buried his head and lowered his eyes, he should understand that this is still a test, testing his state of mind, the reason for mercy is because he is not cold enough, and his disgust with cruel laws is a manifestation of his powerlessness.

At some point, he got up, went back to his room, covered his head and went to sleep.

In the garden, the demon was still there, quietly drinking fine wine, under the bright moon, and she whispered softly, "Fuxi, you are too harsh on him." ”

With a sigh, there were only wine glasses left on the table, and there were no more demons in front of the table.

The night is not quiet, the mourning and crying are still there, and the loss of relatives is destined to be sleepless.

With tears, the dim night gradually faded into darkness.

Zhuxian Town in the early morning, not as prosperous as in the past, too many people go out of the funeral, paper money is sprinkled all over the street, at a glance, there are white flowers, there are too many people wearing linen and filial piety.

In front of the fortune-telling table, Ye Chen sat quietly, without saying a word, without joy or sorrow.

Today, no one is destined to come to divination, and they are all immersed in pain.

"The money and silver saved over the years have been distributed to the poor people, which... Is it considered a virtue? "The first one to come today is Shangguan Jiu, he never pays for wine, he is rare to be generous, a martial arts master, but also a mortal, and he also believes in good retribution.

"Drink less flower wine a few times, and you will have everything. Yang Xuan pouted.

"It's as if you didn't go. ”

"It's Lao Tzu who pays back, and you still have the face to say. ”

"On sad days, you two can take a snack. Ling Feng said leisurely.

As soon as these words came out, both of them stopped.

Grief, can you not grieve? They are all Jianghu people who lick blood at the tip of a knife, and for the first time, they feel that someone is dead... is so sad, perhaps, they really regard this place as their home.

Not long after, Elder Yang Ge also came, hugging Xiao Yang Lan.

A family of three, their gratitude to Ye Chen is indescribable, compared to the rest of the town, they are lucky, and at the critical moment, they were saved by the martial arts myth.

January passed quietly, and this mortal town gradually returned to normalcy.

It was another night, and Ye Chen slept peacefully.

Tonight, the stars were all over the sky, and occasionally a ray of starlight, through the shop window, slanted on Ye Chen's face, making his eyebrows slightly wrinkled, as if he had a terrible nightmare.

When he opened his eyes again, the clouds and mist in front of him were shrouded, white and misty, and as the clouds and mist gradually dissipated, a great mountain and river, came into his eyes, a mountain and a water, a grass and a tree, all like memory, warm and kind, this is Da Chu, his hometown.

"Dream back to Da Chu. Ye Chen was so excited, stepping on nothingness, he went straight to the Hengyue Sect.

The night is peaceful, peaceful and quiet, and the Jade Girl Peak at night is still so beautiful.

When Ye Chen arrived, all the women were there, embroidery of embroidery, watering of flowers, such as Xiyan and Luo Xi, all holding their chins with their hands and looking up at the starry sky.

Except for them, there was a little one, not sleepy at all, who was hobbling and chasing butterflies on the grass, sometimes calling out for his mother, sometimes giggling.

That's Xiao Yefan, still two or three years old, the so-called memory, also stuck in childhood, he was young, quite sensible, would lie in front of the window in the dead of night, looking outside, waiting for his mother's return.

Ye Chen laughed and cried, it has been seventy-six years since he left, and he never thought of returning, it was in the form of a dream, he could see his relatives, but his relatives couldn't see him.

"Daddy. When Ye Chen looked at it, he suddenly heard Xiao Ye Fan calling, and the little guy was very excited, stepping on small steps and running towards Ye Chen.

Ye Chen was stunned, can the little guy see me?

The women were also stunned, and they all looked sideways, looking this way, thinking that Ye Chen was back, but they couldn't see anything.

While speaking, Xiao Ye Fan had already run to Ye Chen's feet, raised his little head, stretched out his little hands, and said in a milky voice, "Daddy hug." ”

"Can you really see it?" Ye Chen opened his mouth, and the whole person was stunned.

You must know that he is now in a dream, and Ye Fan is in reality, it stands to reason that Ye Fan can't see him, which violates the law of illusion.

"Daddy hug. The little guy was still begging, interrupting Ye Chen's thoughts.

Ye Chen snorted for a while when he heard this, and subconsciously squatted down, calculating, he has been seventy-six years, and he has never hugged Ye Fan, and he is not a competent father.

However, he was a dream man after all, and he couldn't touch Ye Fan, and he couldn't hold him in his arms.

The little one cried, his eyes filled with tears.

The girls came, Chu Xuan was the fastest, hugged Xiao Ye Fan, Chu Ling held a handkerchief, wiped his tears for him, and smiled gently, "Fan'er is good." ”

Xiyan and the others also squatted down, each took a doll, and coaxed the little guy, thinking that he missed his father and mother too much.

Xiao Ye Fan is also sensible, but he didn't cry, just looked at Ye Chen with blank eyes.

The women frowned slightly, and when they really arrived at Ye Fan's side, they felt a familiar atmosphere, as if someone was looking at them.

"Dream back through the ages. Chu Xuan'er muttered to herself.

"Ye Chen, is it you?" Chu Ling'er hurriedly said, staring at the front of him, although he couldn't see it, he felt it, and it seemed to know that dreams could connect dreams and reality.

"It's me. Ye Chen smiled with tears, but they were destined not to hear it.

The night is getting deeper.

Xiao Yefan fell asleep and was carried back to the room.

And the women, however, could not sleep.

Ye Chen didn't leave, his illusory body floated there, looking at it quietly, this dream seemed to be very long, and he had to let him see it enough to finish.

Suddenly, a trace of autumn wind blew, carrying a woman's incense.

In front of the window of Ye Fan's room, there was an illusory woman illusion, reflecting the moonlight, bright and flawless, like a dreamlike beauty, a closer look, it was actually Ji Ningshuang, looked at the sleeping Ye Fan, and then looked back and smiled at Ye Chen.