In the early morning, Zhuxian Town reflects the morning light, warm and warm.

In the bustling crowd, Ye Chen came with his outfit, and his old friends passed away one after another, but he couldn't stop his fortune-telling, or the restaurant, or the dilapidated tables and chairs, accompanied by it.

Thirty-six years later, he is also old, with gray hair and a strange beard.

At this moment, there is no need to use disguise, he is a real old man, and the years of waste cannot hide his old state, and one day, he will also return to his roots.

When people get old, their brains are getting more and more muddy, and when they sit there, they will always be stunned.

So much so that when someone arrived, he didn't even know it.

In front of the fortune-telling table, there was a woman, dressed in green clothes, not stirring up dust, her eyes were clean, as clear as water, and she was looking at him tentatively at the moment, "Holy Lord, is it you?"

Hearing the sound, Ye Chen raised his head, and what he saw was a familiar cheek.

It was the Holy Maiden of the Star and Moon, a person from the Star Moon Palace in her previous life.

Speaking of her, it always reminds people of another person: Ye Xingchen. Back then, Ye Xingchen made a lot of moves for her, but they wanted to be ordinary, but because of the Immortal Sword, what should have been a beautiful marriage was shattered.

The bloody scene back then, Ye Chen still remembers it vividly, the bloody Ye Xingchen was lying in the arms of the Xingyue Holy Maiden, how miserable the picture was.

"It's really you. The Xingyue Holy Maiden said excitedly, although Ye Chen was old, but as a monk, she still recognized it at a glance, she never thought that she would be in a mortal ancient star, and she was surprised to see the tenth emperor of Great Chu, which is far from her hometown, and I don't know how many star fields.

"Don't come unharmed. Ye Chen smiled gently, it was not surprising to see the Holy Maiden of Xingyue here, now she is so similar to Long Wu back then, Long Wu is looking for the reincarnated Oriental Jade Spirit, and she is also looking for her reincarnation Ye Xingchen.

The Holy Maiden of Xingyue also smiled, her eyes contained mist, and she looked at Ye Chen in such a daze, Ye Xingchen is Ye Chen's Taoist body, and she looks exactly the same as the deity, looking at Ye Chen now, it is like looking at Ye Xingchen back then.

After three or five seconds, she hurriedly wiped away her tears and wondered, "How can the Holy Lord be here, how can he be so old, and also, what about your cultivation, what about your origin and bloodline?"

"Transform into mortal practice. Ye Chen said with a smile.

"No wonder. The Star Moon Saintess murmured softly, she could see the seal in Ye Chen's body, the level was so high, it was rare in the world, and with her current Taoism, she couldn't solve it.

"When you're tired, you rest. Ye Chen sighed, the cheeks of the Xingyue Holy Maiden were really haggard, in order to find Ye Xingchen, most of them were also all the way to the dust, but unfortunately, so many reincarnated people have found it, but there is no Ye Xingchen, as well as the Sword Emperor, Ouyang Wang, Dugu Ao, Nangong Yue, Tiger Baby, Shen Xuanfeng.... There are too many people, and even he doesn't know where those Great Chu Heroic Souls have been reincarnated, and whether they are still alive.

"I'll find it. The Goddess of the Star and Moon laughed with tears, which was her lifelong belief.

When people saw each other, there were only a few words.

Before nightfall, the Holy Maiden of Xingyue left, and embarked on a journey to find Ye Xingchen, her beautiful back, in the dust of the years, showed extra loneliness.

Ye Chen also left, carrying the fortune-telling line, and walked towards the small garden.

For many years afterward, he lived like this, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, like an emotionless walking corpse, repeating the same thing every day.

Time is like a knife, and it is another ten years.

The Han Emperor died, and the new emperor succeeded to the throne, and it was an imperial decree of amnesty to the world, which was plastered all over every ancient city, and he was also regarded as the king of benevolence and righteousness, at least, there was no tyranny.

Ten years, Ye Chen has never been out of Zhuxian Town, no matter spring, autumn, winter and summer, he has never been absent, for all kinds of people, fortune telling, there are killer assassins, princes and generals, there are also farmers and hunters, after the vicissitudes of life, I have seen a lot of things in the world.

Times are changing, and he is changing, getting older and older.

On the bustling street, an old man and a small figure are very eye-catching.

It is Yang Fan and Xiao Yang Lan.

That's right, Yang Fan is also old, the only thing that remains unchanged is Xiao Yang Lan, who would have thought that little girl would be Yang Fan's sister, in the eyes of the world, she is like an ageless playchild, not eroded by the years, and will never grow up, always two or three years old.

She is still so sensible, she came to deliver steamed buns to Ye Chen.

Ye Chen smiled gently, like an amiable old man.

It's been ten years, and most of this little girl doesn't remember who her father and mother are, and the seal in her body is still not loosened, and the sealed heavenly destiny seems to be sleeping.

The two left, went outside the town, and went to worship their father and mother.

In the fiftieth year, the evil demon came, and with great magical powers, he sealed the reincarnation of Qi who was about to die, and then disappeared without a trace, and he didn't even leave a word before leaving.

In the sixtieth year, someone from the Moon Palace was invited to come, who was the ninth generation of the palace master, who came to worship Xia Lan, and was also a peerless woman, but she was destined to be lonely for a lifetime.

In the seventieth year, a new generation of martial arts alliance leaders came, came to meet him, a martial arts myth, offended and asked for advice, and was defeated, and then, he abandoned his martial arts and lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests.

In the seventieth year, Yang Fan smiled and went on Huangquan Road, holding Ye Chen's hand tightly when he was dying, it was Ye Chen back then, who changed his life, if it wasn't for the reception of that year, he would have starved to death on the street, and there would not be a full house of children and grandchildren today.

The moment he closed his eyes, Xiao Yang Lan cried heartbreakingly.

Ye Chen turned around, didn't say a word, walked out of the room with old steps.

Back then, it was Yang Ge Lao who he sent away.

Now, it was him again who sent Yang Fan away.

He is really an old monster, two generations of life and death, even the emperor of the Han Dynasty has been replaced by three, and his old back reflects the vicissitudes of the years.

Ten years of spring and autumn, ten years of winter and summer, ten years of flowers and flowers.

In the blink of an eye, it has been thirty years again, and it has been nearly a hundred years since he came to Zhuxian Town.

These 100 years are the life of a mortal.

Ye Chen sat quietly at the fortune-telling table, looking around, the bustling street, there is no longer half of the people of the year, year after year, he is watching them with his own eyes, one by one old and dying, every time in the dead of night, he will bring good wine, take paper money, go to the grave to worship, chat with old friends, and talk to them about today's descendants.

Zhuxian Town is still the Zhuxian Town of the year.

And his existence is a good explanation of what is a thing and a person.

At this moment, he smiled, and the smile was very vicissitudes.

At this moment, he also really understood, understood the meaning of the human king, and experienced the life of a mortal before he understood the true meaning of the Tao.

The way of the mortal world is also the way, and that is the way of the world.

He had an epiphany, penetrated the Tao of the world, and his old state of mind, and became nirvana again.

In the transformation, as a half-immortal, he really touched the bottleneck of the Great Sage, as long as the demon unlocked the seal, he could immediately seal the Great Sage, this is him, the creation of a hundred years of mortals, this opportunity was given by the king of people, this cultivation is more precious than the slaughter of the emperor.

Suddenly, snow fell in the sky, and the white cage covered the twilight.

The people on the street all left in a hurry with their hands in their hands, and when they passed by Ye Chen, they didn't forget to stop, wishing Ye Chen to close the stall as soon as possible, go to the house to warm up, and don't freeze to death.

Ye Chen waved his hand gently, it was not cold, he was old, he was tired, he waited for a hundred years, and he didn't want to move his steps again, he was tired, he lay on the table weakly, closed his old eyes, let the snow fly, let the cold wind be cold, standing still, the falling snowflakes dyed his clothes white, but the traces of vicissitudes all over his body could not be hidden.

In the snow, a wisp of wind blew, carrying a woman's incense.

Ye Chen knew that the woman in the dream was here again.

Even he could clearly feel that she was sitting at the fortune-telling table.

"It's snowing. In the dream, the woman's lips opened slightly, and her words were clear and beautiful, like the sound of the nine heavens, and like an ethereal fairy song, every note was full of the tenderness of the woman.

Her words were originally illusory, but they made Ye Chen's old body tremble.

Just because, he could hear the words of the woman in the dream.

Just because the voice of the woman in the dream is extremely familiar and has long been engraved in the soul.

He raised his head suddenly, looking at the other side in a daze, the woman in the dream, is from the dream, little by little into reality, such as being carved out of thin air, carved out of the prosperous face, carved out of the peerless elegance, white clothes and white hair, than the falling snow, more holy, like a fairy in the nine heavens, do not eat the fireworks of the world, do not provoke the dust of the world, beautiful as a dream.

"Fellow Daoist, can you talk to the little girl... Count marriages. Her eyes were filled with tears.

"Okay!" Ye Chen cried and laughed.