Immediately afterwards, Ye Chen stood up directly, looked at everyone and said, "Brothers and sisters, today I, Ye Chen, am leaving Mocheng. In the future, this ink city will be handed over to you to take care of. Ye Chenzai was like explaining the aftermath, explaining all this.

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"Okay!"

"Okay!"

"Okay!"

"Don't worry!"

"Don't worry!"

"Don't worry!"

The people around Ye Chen replied one after another. One by one, their eyes are all very firm. It seems that everything Ye Chen said was right.

Ye Chen looked at the people around him, and he was also relieved. At this moment, Ye Chen could finally leave with confidence. At this moment, Ye Chen checked his cultivation level, which was the cultivation level of the first level of the Dan Formation Period. Counting Ye Chen's various methods, Ye Chen, who is now at the level of the first level of the Dan Period, can fight against the enemy who is at the level of the sixth level of the Dan Period, and has a great chance of defeating the opponent or even killing him.

With such a cultivation level, leaving Mocheng and going to Xixiang City is still eligible. After Ye Chen checked his cultivation level, he nodded his head with satisfaction. At this moment, Ye Chen couldn't wait any longer, Ye Chen just wanted to become stronger as soon as possible. Strive to go to the palace of the water country one day earlier and rescue Yan Hanyu.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Chen took three steps and made two steps, and quickly left the hall where he lived. In the blink of an eye, Ye Chen came to the courtyard of his residence. Ye Chen glanced at everything in the courtyard, and here, everything about Ye Chen and Yan Hanyu was recorded.

Then, Ye Chen sighed, looked up to the sky and shouted: "Xiaoyu, give me a year, I will become a bloodthirsty demon for you." Ye Chen's voice was very loud, resounding, and the entire sky above the Tianshan Sect.

Ye Chen stood in the courtyard like this, after Ye Chen looked up to the sky and howled. Snow began to fall from the sky, very white and white. Immediately after, Ye Chen stretched out his right palm and caught a snowflake. Ye Chen looked at a snowflake on the palm of his right hand and muttered, "The snow has not melted, the snow is beautiful." The snow has melted and is all water. ”

The snowflake is as white as jade, is it a little heavenly general sent by the Heavenly Palace, or a jade leaf falling from the laurel tree of the Moon Palace? Snowflakes are like beautiful jade-colored butterflies, like dancing and drunk; like a blown dandelion; It seems to be floating like flying; Like a little white flower from an angel; Scattered and gathered, fluttering, lightly filling, worthy of being a masterpiece of God! I saw that the snowflakes in front of me were as naughty as butterflies, falling under the eaves for a while, on the branches of the trees, and floating on Ye Chen's face from time to time.

Everyone also followed and walked out with Ye Chen. The head of the Tianshan faction, looking at the small snowflakes falling from the sky, was very emotional, and muttered to himself: "It's snowing, snow in addition to bringing tranquility to people, but also to people bring great interest and good hope, I not only love the whiteness of the snow, the crystal clear of the snow, but also the purity of the snow without a trace of impurities, which reminds me of the world, if people can be as frank as snow, pure and white, there will be no more grievances and grievances in the world, and I am cheating." ”

In the cold winter, the plum blossoms and the snow falls. The snow became heavier and heavier, and the gray sky gradually turned white, and the large snowflakes that had fallen into water no longer melted, and began to accumulate on the ground layer by layer.

The heavy snow of this day has come as promised, the snowflakes flying in the sky are like groups of happy elves fluttering and dancing, I stand in front of the window and gaze at this white and flawless world without a trace of dust, and suddenly feel that the tired heart has long been eroded by the busy life and can not perceive the extremely pure beauty around him, a little lonely for a while, a little sad.

All longing for snow is like a predestined mood. I am also a mortal, like one of the thousands of snowflakes in the air, ordinary and crystalline, making myself exquisitely and divine, when it is cold, there is rain and edges, and when it is warm, it is willing to melt.

I love its whiteness, like a girl's skin, like a shell rolling in a clear pool, I dare not touch it, I dare not get close, I am afraid that this shy whiteness will disappear into my hot warm current. Thousands of mountains are flying away, thousands of people are gone, I know, it's not your fault, only rotten and dirty things have no chance to meet your dedicated face, I am amorous with you, watching your charming figure tease to climb up to my coat, my scarf, the roar of the wind, as if in jealousy, overflowing with happiness between my eyebrows.

You are a rose in winter, and you are also enchanting in silver. I love the snow, I am not afraid of the cold, I am not afraid of the cold wind, I am not afraid of the hardships of no one in the vastness of the earth, and I am not afraid of the loneliness that is not understood in the wilderness. Just like the love of roses, the thorns guard the delicate cold as ice, but it is difficult to resist the hot heat of my courage. Life is like cold snow, blooming alone in the wind, sentimental flowers are fleeting, drifting to welcome spring. I love snow, if things gather like like, I am willing to indulge in the hearty madness and dance with you, and fight together against the impenetrable and incomprehensible of the world. Snow like plum blossoms, plum blossoms like snow, like and not like are wonderful, beautiful double leaves proud of the world.

The flowers are silver and white, dancing in the cold sky, fluttering and whirling, and the beauty is drunk and fluttering. I love snow, the dazzling white, blooming in the cold winter wax moon where everything is withering, like a delicate and delicate flower fairy, smearing the eyes with grease and powder, and making up my eyebrows. The cold wind becomes your amorous dance partner, and the wilderness is like your pretty loneliness. Love is not only the wandering that hangs in the air, but also the bright recuperation after falling to the ground.

In winter, it is as white, cold, and pure as snow,

Interpret your own innocent memories. The memories of winter condense into thick fog in the sky, thick snow in the fields, thin ice on the surface of the lake, rime in the woods, pale flowers on the window panes, and mountains in the body. It is woven into a quiet and beautiful painting, which evokes a faint dream in people's hearts and waves in my memory.

Everyone followed Ye Chen, just standing quietly in the courtyard, not moving. With the snow, it slowly covered the whole body. At this time, no one came out to speak. It was as if everything was still, and just like that, as if unconscious, I was standing in the snow.

When Forrest Gump came back, the moment he pushed open the door of Ye Chen's residence, Forrest Gump was instantly dumbfounded. Forrest Gump saw that Ye Chen, as well as the head of the Tianshan faction, had already Leng Qingfeng, Senior Brother Leng Qingfeng, and so on. At this moment, they are all standing in the courtyard. Let the snowflakes cover the whole body, and become, a snowman.