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Luo Shen Yuan!

Ye Chen muttered, remembering a dream from a long time ago.

It was during the Great Competition of the Three Sects, and I dreamed of a kind old man and asked him to go to Luo Shenyuan to put a stick of incense.

Subconsciously, Ye Chen used the Immortal Wheel Eye to remove the enchantment prohibition, walked in one step, and stopped in front of the stone tablet.

"Luo Shenyuan really exists. Ye Chen looked at the stele in a daze and muttered softly.

"That dream ...... Ye Chen's mind was in a trance, and he couldn't tell whether the dream was real or illusory.

After a long time, he moved his steps and walked into the valley.

Along the way, he looked left and right.

The valley is very calm, and there are peach blossom trees everywhere, and there are peach blossoms flying all over the sky.

It is like a mortal village, with rice fields, babbling streams, country roads paved with gravel, flowers and trees in the depths, and rows of bamboo houses sitting, in front of which lie a few hoes for farming.

Ye Chen's mind was in a trance again, wasn't this the world he longed for? Away from the hustle and bustle of the world, away from the disturbances of the world, he cultivated three or five acres of rice fields, worked at sunrise and rested at sunset, accompanied by his lover, and watched the sunset together.

Quietly, Ye Chen pushed open the bamboo door.

The furnishings in the bamboo house are simple, and the tables, chairs, tea bowls are so ordinary, without the slightest spiritual atmosphere.

Ye Chen saw a spiritual position card, which was wrapped with spider webs, with dust left by the years, and full of vicissitudes.

Beloved wife and concubine!

Through the gap in the spider web, Ye Chen saw the four ordinary ancient characters on the spirit tablet.

Flames... Concubine Yan!

Ye Chen opened his mouth, and the whole person was stunned.

Concubine Yan, the wife of Emperor Chen, is also one of the ancestors of the Three Sects, he has never seen Concubine Yan in person, but he has seen her stone statue.

"This is the former home of Emperor Chen and Concubine Yan. In an instant, Ye Chen truly understood what this place was.

"The old man in the dream is ...... Ye Chen's eyes flashed with the light of enlightenment, and the old man in the dream was Emperor Chen.

"The ancestor is still alive, otherwise how could he have entered my dream. Ye Chen's thoughts were a little confused, and his heart was beating for his guess, that was Emperor Chen, the emperor of Great Chu!

"Not true. Soon, Ye Chen shook his head lightly and denied his guess.

He clearly remembered that when he advanced to the Quasi-Heaven Realm that day, the Demon King and the Ghost King almost advanced to the Heavenly Realm, and if Emperor Chen was still alive, it would be impossible for them to cause the thunder tribulation of the Heavenly Realm.

He couldn't figure out where the dream came from now that Emperor Chen was dead.

Could it be a remnant soul imprint?

Ye Chen thought about it, and felt that this guess was the most reliable, because he still had a favor for the dust, so he inadvertently fell into my dream.

Suddenly, he took out three sandalwood sticks with his hand, pinched his fingers and lit them, stepped forward slightly, and inserted them into the incense burner.

"Junior Ye Chen, I will meet the two ancestors here. Ye Chen knelt down, and the Holy Lord of Heaven bowed three times, respectfully, this is the respect for the ancestors.

At some point, he withdrew, uncleaned the dusty and cobweb-covered bamboo hut, which was the home of the two ancestors, who had been dead for a long time, and everything here should be frozen in time.

Ye Chen sat on the stone steps, quietly looking at this peaceful and quiet world.

Vaguely, he could still see Emperor Chen waving a hoe, and it seemed that he could see Concubine Yan sitting in front of the weaving frame.

At that time, he was not the emperor who overpowered the world, and she was not the famous Concubine Yan, they were just an ordinary couple, living a carefree life, not being stumped by the disturbances of the world.

Ye Chen was fascinated, as strong as Emperor Chen and Concubine Yan, and also longed for the ordinary, hoping to be an ordinary couple.

However, there are disputes in the world, and they shoulder their due responsibilities, and the so-called ordinary is just a luxury.

couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sadness in Ye Chen's heart.

Xuanchen is the emperor, the heart is the world, the moment he put on the armor, he is destined to live for the common people for a lifetime, to take off the armor, Concubine Yan has passed away, he fought the world, but he lost his lover.

"The people of the world, what do you have to do with it. Ye Chen spoke, but his voice was hoarse, and he said something sad.

He laughed, laughed a little self-deprecatingly, and kept complaining about Concubine Yan, but he was not as good as Emperor Chen, for the peace of the world, for the sad world, he pounced on the cold armor.

The breeze was blowing, although it was warm, but he couldn't help curling up and falling asleep peacefully.

The breeze was still blowing, messing up his gray hair, and between the gaps in the hair, the face was vaguely visible, engraved with exhaustion, and the stubble on the side of the mouth left traces of time.

I don't blame him!

In the quiet Luoshen Yuan Valley, I don't know when, such an ethereal sound sounded.

The woman's voice was graceful and soft, untouched by earthly filth, incomparably pure.

Suddenly, Ye Chen opened his eyes, only to see a plain-clothed woman sitting in front of the weaving frame not far away, her white hair shawl, moving silk, unhurried, and sometimes raising her hand to pull the falling hair.

Ye Chen was stunned for a second, and after a second, he hurriedly got up and bowed, "Junior Ye Chen, I've seen my senior." ”

"Life, just like this silk, every strand is a trace, weaving out the years, leaving behind the vicissitudes of life. Concubine Yan whispered, still with her back to Ye Chen, leaving an eternal picture.

"It was the ancestor of Xuanchen who asked me to offer incense. Ye Chen glanced at Concubine Yan, "He's still worried about you." ”

"It was I who put on the armor for him and pushed him to the common people. "Ancient things, in Concubine Yan's mouth, are so plain, the years are long, the vicissitudes of life, and the memory is still like red dust, slowly reincarnating.

"Do you regret it?" Ye Chen looked at Concubine Yan quietly.

"Don't ask for a lifetime, but for a lifetime, so it's good. Concubine Yan chuckled, took off the woven fabric, took out the slender silver needle, and took off a strand of silver thread, stitch by stitch, as if she was making clothes.

Seeing this, Ye Chen opened his mouth, but when the words came to his mouth, he never said them, just stopped in front of the bamboo house and looked at Concubine Yan quietly.

I don't know when, Concubine Yan's eyes became blurred, although it was in front of him, it was as far away as a dream.

With the breeze blowing, Ye Chen's body trembled, slowly opened his eyes, and looked around in confusion.

In the next second, he jumped up suddenly, and suddenly looked to the side, only to see that the front of the weaving frame was empty, and it was covered with cobwebs, and there was no so-called Concubine Yan weaving cloth there.

Another dream?

Ye Chen muttered.

However, he suddenly felt the softness in his hand, and subconsciously lowered his head, only to find that it was a shirt, not glamorous, but a plain clothes, and every stitch and thread looked so ordinary.

"It's ...... Ye Chen was stunned, his mind was a little trance, this was woven by Concubine Yan in the dream.

"Holy Lord, is Concubine Yan still alive?" In the main hall of Tianxuanmen, the cliff in front of the Illusory Sky Water Curtain looked at Donghuang Taixin on one side in amazement.

"Long gone. Donghuang smiled softly.

"That dress... ”

"Da Chu, it's really surprising to me that there are still people who have realized that kind of secret technique that leads to heaven. Donghuang Taixin never answered Fu Ya's question, but her words were extremely ethereal and full of endless deep meaning.