One person, two people are much faster, and it doesn't matter. The cultivation speed of these 200,000 people was much faster than before. Then they can get in touch, it should be Ye Chen's relationship. Otherwise, how could all of them be much faster than their previous cultivation speed.

Ye Chen, after entering Mocheng, walked directly towards the Tianshan Sect. At this time, Ye Chen didn't care about the others, and came directly to the residence of the outer gate of the Tianshan Sect alone. Inside the residence of the outer gate of the Tianshan Sect was the memories of Ye Chen and Yan Hanyu. Here, the breath of Yan Hanyu still stays.

Then, Ye Chen, strolling through the Tianshan Sect, went alone, and walked the same path that he had walked with Yan Hanyu at the beginning. Soon, Ye Chen walked to the inner gate of the Tianshan Sect. Then, Ye Chen walked towards his room inside the inner door of the Tianshan Sect.

Whether it is, Ye Chen's residence inside the outer gate of the Tianshan faction, or Ye Chen's residence inside the inner gate of the Tianshan faction. Here, there are all memories shared by Ye Chen and Yan Hanyu. The only pity is that now, only Ye Chen is reminiscing.

Now Ye Chen has become a first-level powerhouse in the Tribulation Period. But it was too late. Yan Hanyu, who was standing behind Ye Chen, was unfortunately no longer there.

Life is fragile, it can be destroyed and tormented by sudden storms at any time, and some people fall down but never get up again. But there are also some people who are strong in life, because they use tenacious willpower to complete the bumpy road of life.

Before we meet the person in our dreams, Heaven may arrange for us to meet the rest of us first. When we finally meet the person we like, we should be grateful.

Life is beautiful, when one life is attached to another life, depending on each other, walking together, you will feel that the sky is so blue, the earth is so pure, how beautiful the world is, how happy and happy life is.

I don't think that the maturity of the human mind is becoming more and more tolerant and inclusive, and anything can be accepted. Instead, I think it should be a gradual process of culling out what is most important to you and what is not important. Then, be a simple person.

What you once had, don't forget. What you can't get, you should cherish it even more. What belongs to you, don't give up. What has been lost, keep it as a memory.

Do you know what kind of person you are? Sometimes I feel like a lonely roaring beast standing on a boulder in the wilderness, the wind swallows everything, and no one can really hear my roar! I'm a little melancholy, a little cynical, but not everyone is like that! I always hide my true self, afraid that others will see through it, if you think I'm strange, don't be surprised, that's not the real me.

If there is an afterlife, be a bird and fly through eternity, without the distress of being lost. There is a fiery hope in the east, a warm nest bed in the south, a remnant sun in the west, and a fragrance awakened in the north. If there is an afterlife, I hope that every time we meet, it will be eternal.

When the dust settles, when all the old things are replayed, when everything is calm, we will truly understand the deep meaning of giving up, in fact, it is a thick and priceless harvest.

I just know what kind of person I am; What kind of life I live, I just enjoy or bear it myself. Living a hard life and enjoying a good life, it is not necessary for everyone to understand and understand.

Memories make everything in the world quiet, relax, and warm, remind you of dreams that are far away but not far away, and remind you of being in the rain, and the rain is a beating melody. When you fall, a force is watching you, reminding you of flying paper airplanes under the blue sky, and letting you fly the dreams that make you look forward to one by one.

Good times always feel like time flies by and slips away in the blink of an eye.

Dreams often change, dreams are the goal pursued in a person's life, only struggle and hard work, that will dream come true, that will become a reality, only memories of everything will make you feel good.

That good time is called youth. The smiling face in the memory, the picture that has become a permanent representative, the yellowed photos, and the diary of a period of mood have all become the weight of our nostalgia today, we have walked together, we have laughed together.

Memories are a frame of photographs, frames of old photographs that are yellowed and faded. Gazing silently, the youth is no more, the red face is no more, and the past is old. Tears fall, fall, there are words that cannot be said, there is no way to speak.

The past is like a river reflected by the sunset, I choose the shining treasure in my heart, and I choose the most beautiful place in my heart with your beautiful picture.

Those youthful emotions that stretch out in a crystalline posture in beautiful legends will finally end with a seal of separation, or, like a letterhead with the wrong address, falling in a barren place, and every sentence recorded has a warm and beautiful original meaning.

With memories, life can be enriched, and the years will be full of poetry. Lingering on memories, youth is inevitably pale, and the wooden man is also sad.

Reminiscence, the reappearance of the tranquility and the voice that calls on you in your head, the eternal youth and simplicity, the warmth and kindness of the angel's magic.

Memories make life perfect. A beautiful sentence that describes a memory. She pins the hope of all people, is the light point of dreams, the harbor of happiness, and the beginning of reincarnation.

Memories can stay away from the ordinary, and can make the originally ordinary days betray reality and make a transcendent flight.

In the red dust, listen to the murmur of the years, pick up the poetry of the words, and write the past feelings between the lines. In Qianmo, with a fragrant memory, with a kind heart, follow the tireless pace of life, write a curtain of plain into the poetry of life, and play a quiet and elegant with flying fingertips. A journey of landscapes, a treasure; An encounter, a memory. The words that enrich the soul, the poems that fragrance the life, and the scattered time are beautiful.

In the story of the passing years, there are some dreams that wake up while doing it. Some love, love and love fade. Some people follow and lose it. A road has been walked deep and shallow. A heart that comes and goes and gets tired. Is it that after many years of wind and smoke, all the unforgettable memories can be passed with a smile? Is it that the Hua is no longer abundant, and all the misses can be scattered with the clouds? Maybe you will have to wait until you have enjoyed all kinds of scenery, you will be willing to take off the red dust clothes, count the flowing water and falling flowers in the ordinary days, and get used to the division and integration of this world with the attitude of being at ease with the encounter, and begin to learn to embrace the happiness in front of you.

Whose eyes have stayed in whose heart? Who has ever played with whom will never forget? There is a kind of regret called once loved. There is a kind of forgetting called the dusty past, with a fragrant memory, a cherish, even if there are countless stations in life, once stopped, but also warmed the footsteps forward, looking back, it is also the most gorgeous scenery in life.