At this time, the three people who were outside the fog were all a little puzzled.

What's the matter, this time is a little too long, why hasn't Brother Ye come out of the fog yet, Ao Ziyu frowned.

This little illusion should not be difficult for a monk like Brother Ye.

I'm afraid that he will be trapped by love and trapped in his own world, and the underworld people on the side can't help frowning.

He has followed Ye Lin for more than ten years, and everything Ye Lin does will be thoughtful, but when he encounters Dongfang Ningxue, his head will be short-circuited.

Although the underworld man understands that Ye Lin's heart is extremely firm, he also understands that if a person is too persistent, he will not easily change his mind about some things.

Just like Ye Lin's feelings for Dongfang Ningxue, even after the past ten years, this kind of feeling is just precipitation.

In this fog, everyone has experienced some things, and it is easy to get out of it if they don't see it thoroughly, but someone like Ye Lin who is too persistent, I'm afraid it won't be so easy to get out.

The obsession is too heavy!

This is also what the underworld man is worried about, and there is a trace of deep worry in his eyes.

The three of them were waiting for Ye Lin a little anxiously.

In the mist, Ye Lin was still cross-legged on the ground, with a hint of calm on his face.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Lin had been on his knees for a whole day.

In the illusion, he has spent more than ten years.

At this time, there was a sound of frolic in the thatched hut.

Tian'er, Fan'er, Ru'er, don't run around, a beautiful woman wearing a purple cloak looked at two children and a girl.

On the edge of the lotus pond not far from the thatched hut, a middle-aged man sits on a rock, barefoot, holding a fishing rod, fishing alone.

The beautiful woman slowly walked to Ye Lin's side and said, "The weather is a little cold, why are you still wearing such thin clothes, what do you say with bare feet." ”

She took off the purple cloak on her body and put it on Ye Lin's shoulder.

Ye Lin turned around and smiled slightly, he immediately held the beautiful woman in his arms with his hand, and said, "If you have a wife like this, what more can a husband ask for." ”

After saying that, with his stubble-covered mouth, he was about to kiss the woman.

The beautiful woman immediately covered Ye Lin's mouth with her hand, and said, "Let Tian'er, Fan'er and Ru'er see how bad it is, they should learn badly in a few days, Dongfang Ningxue said with some resentment." ”

So what's the matter? Saying that, Ye Lin kissed him without hesitation.

The lips kissed, the two tongues were hotly intertwined with each other, and the tips of the tongues touched lightly, intertwining the heat in their hearts.

Ye Lin's hands were also restless, touching the woman's body.

After a long time, the two of them tidied up their somewhat messy clothes.

There is one thing, I have always wanted to ask you, Dongfang Ning Xue snuggled in Ye Lin's arms, and said lightly.

What do you want to know.

At the beginning, it was me who pursued you, why did you never accept me, and why did you care more about me since we met that day.

The day Dongfang Ningxue said was naturally the day they met in a thatched house, because from that day on, the relationship between the two quickly warmed up.

I really want to know, Ye Lin said with a smile.

Don't think about it too much, if you think about it too much, you are thinking or making up reasons, just say it, Dongfang Ningxue said angrily.

Okay, I don't want to, I just say by feeling, it's okay now!

After Dongfang Ning Xue nodded, Ye Lin slowly spoke.

At the beginning, I was low-level, humble, even if you don't mind, I don't have the courage to love you, because at that time, my love for you was too deep, although there were some touches in my heart, but everything I experienced made me not good at expressing my emotions in words.

What about now? Dongfang Ning Xue looked at Ye Lin.

Right now...... Ye Lin gently stroked a strand of Dongfang Ningxue's hair, he looked at the sky, and said: "There are some things, only when we lose them, we know how to cherish them, so before we lose them, we should cherish them even more, even if it is a little bit, even if it is an instant, it is beautiful." ”

Dongfang Ning Xue leaned on Ye Lin's shoulder, and after she heard those words, her delicate body couldn't help but shake up.

Okay, you Ye Lin, it turns out that you have been beating my idea, have you used the tricks of indulgence against me before.

This is not true, it seems that you just started beating me Okay, even my first kiss, I gave it to you, what else is it Ye Lin said with a blushing face and a heartbeat, and the two of them were frolicking again.

In the blink of an eye, time flies, and another thirty or forty years have passed.

The middle-aged man looked at a lonely grave in front of him, which was engraved with the tomb of his deceased wife, Dongfang Ningxue.

The middle-aged man's face was depressed, he picked up the instant wine gourd in his hand, and slowly took a sip of wine, he remembered the past, and remembered the bits and pieces of the oriental snow.

Now he still can't let go of Dongfang Ningxue's death, he knelt in front of the tomb and sighed.

In the blink of an eye, it was another few decades, and next to this lonely tomb, there were several more graves, which were the tombs of Ye Tian, Ye Fan, and Ye Ru.

There was a trace of vicissitudes on the middle-aged man's face, his sideburns were gray, looking at the four graves, the middle-aged man suddenly felt very tired.

He only felt that his heart seemed to be empty, and he had a wife and children, and his family was harmonious.

But today, the thatched house is still a thatched house, and even after hundreds of years, the thatched house has not changed much.

But things are people, and the children and wives are long gone.

At this moment, Ye Lin's face did not show a sad expression, he just looked at these tombs in a daze, he was sighing, feeling everything in the past, feeling that the years were not forgiving.

If he could, he would rather start all over again, feeling the warmth that he had not felt for a long time.

In this world, there is nothing more warm than accompanying your family, and what is more important than your family.

But all this, it seems, is cruel again, everything is like quicksand that cannot be grasped, slipping from between your fingers.

Ye Lin wanted to catch all this, but in the end, he found that he couldn't do anything but let it happen.

But he is very satisfied, at least he has fulfilled the responsibilities of a husband and a father, he let his wife go without regrets, his wife is peaceful and smiling before leaving, she is not in pain, at least she is satisfied.

He did the same with his children, two sons and a daughter, he took good care of them, and when they left, he did not have any regrets.

Isn't it? As long as you do all this, what is there to regret?" Ye Lin looked at the four tombs in front of him and said lightly.

Ye Lin coughed violently, his back was a little rickety, and he moved his steps and slowly returned to the familiar thatched house.

He took out a dagger from under the bed, carved a portrait of his wife out of wood, and carved it over and over again, even if there were calluses in his hands, he never stopped doing what he was doing.

His eyes were always on the wood carving in his hand, and he didn't know how many years had passed, and he didn't have much strength, and it was already difficult for him to carve a silhouette with the dagger he used.

In the corners, he had carved hundreds of wood carvings of his wives.

Time flies, and at this moment, he seems to have forgotten what Dongfang Ningxue looks like, and his dagger doesn't know where to engrave it.

He didn't have much energy to carve wood carvings, and he couldn't help but sigh when he thought of this.

I'm old, I can't move, I only remember your name, but I also forgot your appearance, even if I carve it desperately, I can't remember what you look like, it's too long, long enough for me to forget a lot of things.

At this moment, Ye Lin still wanted to pick up the dagger in his hand, but found that he didn't even have the strength to hold the dagger.

At this moment, a ray of light shone on Ye Lin's body, and a dull sound sounded in a white mist in the light.

Haven't you figured it out yet?, a deep voice came out of the mist.

Thinking about something, Ye Lin threw the dagger aside and looked at the white mist.

In your life, because you have too many attachments, you have never been able to go out.

When Ye Lin heard this, his body couldn't help but shake slightly, and he sneered: "If my obsession is too deep, I'm afraid that I have already fallen into madness, isn't it?"

But you won't understand why I'm not going crazy, because you're just an illusion of this resentment.

Since it is resentment, how can you understand people's emotions.

From beginning to end, I was clear and clear.

At this moment, Ye Lin's expression gradually became bright, and he who was originally white-haired and sideburns regained his youthful appearance at this time.

He had a sword of Yixue tied to his back, and a wine gourd tied around his waist.

His eyes looked coldly at the clouds of mist, and said, "All these scenes, only I am real, and only I am awake." ”

Even if I am sober, but I don't want to be sober, I don't want to be clear, do you know why?

Ye Lin seemed to be talking to an old friend, and he spoke to the white mist without hurry.

White Mist said coldly: "How can I understand your thoughts." ”

You really don't understand, after all, you are not human, just a mist of resentment.

Then before I fight you, I will tell you.

For some people, your existence is a nightmare, even taking their lives, but for me, your existence has given me a sense of belonging.

After all, although you are an evil thing, you have made me have a dream that I have never imagined, and this kind of dream, I have never had the luxury of thinking about.

So before I kill you, I want to say thank you.

It is not yet known who killed the deer, but you are exaggerating, and there is a dull sound in the mist.

Ye Lin snorted coldly, not speaking, the Yixue Sword in his hand trembled, and a sword qi shot towards the mist.

Truth be told, if he could do it all over again, he would rather go back to that dream, and no one needs it more than him.

But everything still has to return to reality after all, his sword, there is already a Tao in the sword, this is not a sword, but a sword issued under his comprehension of the Dao.

The sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and it pierced through the mist in an instant.

In the mist, a mass of resentment let out an unwilling roar, and then, with a bang, the originally thick mist quickly dispersed.

After the fog cleared, Ye Lin, who was cross-legged on the ground, slowly opened his eyes, and this opening of his eyes was like a world away, which made people feel a lot of emotion.

Just let all this, dust to dust, soil to soil, what remains unchanged is still that emotion and that persistence, Ye Lin got up, didn't look at this mist, and strode forward.