Li Shiyue!

This name, which flowed in the memory time, was like an incomparably sharp knife, piercing through the time, and appeared in front of Ye Chen in blood.

"Li Shiyue!" Ye Chen's voice was a little hoarse, and the fluttering white-clothed figure flashed in his mind, as well as the sound of the piano from the depths of his soul.

"Do you know her?" With a look of surprise in her bright eyes, Ye Muwan took a few steps forward, turned around, and stared at Ye Chen intently, as if she wanted to see something from Ye Chen's face.

"I know, but I don't know!" Ye Chen nodded first, then shook his head.

"What does it mean to know and not know, whether you recognize it or not!" Liu raised his eyebrows slightly, and Ye Muwan was not angry.

"I seem to know her in a dream!" Ye Chen said blankly, raising his head and looking at the green lotus swaying in the wind, his eyes showing a thoughtful look.

"In a dream?" Ye Muwan patted her head helplessly: "You are hopeless!"

Some are gone, but she will leave an indelible mark on your world.

Even after more than ten years, Ye Chen has never forgotten the fluttering figure of that dress.

Perhaps because of this, in the future, Ye Muwan often mentioned Li Shiyue's deeds in front of Ye Chen, and when she heard that Li Shiyue had won the Five Peaks Competition, the corners of Ye Chen's mouth inadvertently curled, outlining a faint smile.

And Ye Chen gradually longed to hear the news about Li Shiyue.

It's just a long winter, and Ye Muwan never returned to the Ye family again, but retreated in the Sword God Gate.

The long dark night is followed by the dawn, and after the snowy winter, the warm spring breeze quietly comes with a drizzle.

Standing in the drizzle, Ye Chen's sword fingers gently slid over the green lotus and Bodhi trees, and murmured in a low voice, "It's another year!"

Time can carve annual rings on the tree pole, but it can't carve any time marks on Ye Chen's face.

The drizzle was out of sight, and Ye Chen took a deep breath of the air with the smell of soil, and at the same time. He also smelled a familiar fragrance, and smiled lightly: "You're back!"

"Hmm!" Ye Muwan, who she hadn't seen for months, had a little more charm on her face, especially with her slender willow waist and the murder weapon on her chest, which was enough to charm the common people.

As always, as soon as Ye Muwan stepped into the courtyard, she immediately chattered endlessly, talking about what had happened in the last few months.

It's just that Ye Chen is a little regretful that Ye Muwan rarely mentions Li Shiyue now, and even deliberately doesn't mention Li Shiyue.

Talking and talking. Ye Muwan couldn't help but talk about some ugly things in Luoxia City: "Do you know?"

"The Luo family gang was wiped out!"

"Luo Family Gang?" Ye Chen's eyes were blank, many years ago, he seemed to have heard of this name.

"Tsk, I didn't expect the city lord of Ma Yan to be a man with a human face and a beast's heart, no wonder the revenge seeker didn't leave the chickens and dogs who washed the blood of the Ma Mansion!"

"Alas, it's just a pity for the Mu family girl!" Ye Muwan said with some sympathy, her eyes showing hatred for Ma Yan.

Under the Bodhi tree, Ye Chen's body trembled slightly, and the memories of the past came to his heart. The willow eyebrows and the honest man's face flashed in his mind, "Mu Ye, Mu Chen!"

"Huh, you also know this? This is not like you, you used to stay at home!" Ye Muwan was a little puzzled. Immediately, he said angrily: "The father and son of the Luo family are also bastards, and they actually pushed the girl of the Mu family to the fire pit and let Ma Yan humiliate the old and disrespectful beast!"

"Karma, these bastards still died under Mu Chen's sword!" Ye Muwan said with some emotion.

"Is she dead?" Ye Chen's tone showed a little more trembling. The hand that grabbed the flask even shook a little.

"I died a few years ago!" Ye Muwan said with some regret: "I heard that a few years ago, the girl of the Mu family died after being humiliated by Ma Yan's old beast, and today Mu Chen is revenged." On that day, he also turned white in an instant, killed hundreds of Luo family gang members and disappeared!"

"And today, he has come back to seek revenge, if it weren't for today's incident, everyone probably wouldn't know about the white head inside!"

"Alas, it's a bitter infatuated man, that Mu Chen, he should love Mu Ye very much!" Ye Muwan shook his head, but at this moment, he didn't notice that Ye Chen seemed to have lost his soul, standing in place in a daze, his eyes without any focus.

"Don't talk about these sentimental things, let's talk about a happy event!" Ye Muwan pretended to be a mystery and said: "Qianchuan Xue, Senior Sister Qianchuan, you should still remember it!"

Ye Chen's heart shook slightly, and in a trance, it seemed to echo the sunny afternoon, the peerless beauty of the city.

"A few days ago, Senior Sister Qianchuan was already married, married to Yue Tian, the young sect master of the Sword God Sect!"

"Tsk, these two people are also talented and beautiful when they walk together, and they are a perfect match!" Ye Muwan said with some excitement: "You haven't seen it, on the day of their wedding, flowers covered the entire mountain road!"

"She's married!" Ye Chen's tone carried an inexplicable heartache, and the wine jug in his hand even came out of his hand and fell to the ground, spilling the wine all over the ground.

"That's not, your Sister Muwan is still Senior Sister Qianchuan's bridesmaid!" Ye Muwan raised her head with some pride.

The noon sun was very gentle, and it was very warm when it fell on his body, but Ye Chen had a feeling of being in the abyss, lowered his body and picked up the wine jug, ignoring Ye Muchen on the side, drinking the wine in his hand, pot after pot.

At this moment, Ye Chen felt a heartache that was heartbreaking, as if he had lost his most beloved existence.

Until the end, Ye Chen didn't know what Ye Muwan was talking about, and in Ye Muwan's exclamation, Ye Chen's whole person fell directly drunk under the Bodhi tree.

In a drowsy state, Ye Chen seemed to see the moving shadow again, and also saw the Mu family girl sitting in the carriage with her willow eyebrows locked, Ye Muwan shook her head a little helplessly, and muttered: "Why did this guy drink so much wine today? Could it be that he heard that the Mu family girl died, or was he stimulated after hearing that Senior Sister Qianchuan got married?"

Ye Muwan turned around and walked to the courtyard, and after a few moments, she came to the Bodhi tree with a blanket, gently covered Ye Chen, and left immediately.

The sunlight was very soft, and after Ye Chen had slept for a long time, he woke up, opened his eyes, and saw the green lotus swaying in the wind at a glance.

"Miss Mu Ye has passed away, and Qianchuan Xue is married!" Ye Chen lost his mind, and from this day on, he actually held the sword that had not been drawn for decades again, dancing under the Bodhi tree.

Perhaps because Ye Chen was stimulated, in the days to come, Ye Muwan never mentioned the news of Qianchuan Xue again, how long this day was, Ye Chen didn't know, only knew that it was very long, and it was so long that he forgot the time.

The years are like the wind, autumn goes and autumn comes!

If the years are used as a brush, then Ye Chen has carved a river of time behind him, and he doesn't know that there is a little more gray hair in his hair, and even he sees the traces of time on Ye Muwan's face.

The season of autumn wind must be the time of falling leaves.

In the courtyard, dead leaves fell all over the ground, and if there was a slight spark, a fire would have ignited here.

Ye Chen is still standing under the Bodhi tree, everything has changed over the years, but this Bodhi and that Qinglian have not changed.

Ye Muwan, who hadn't seen her for a long time, came back again, but this time, Ye Chen didn't see any smile on Ye Muwan's face, but inexplicable sadness.

"Ye Chen, Qianchuan Xue is dead, and the Sword God Gate has also been destroyed!" This time Ye Muwan opened her first sentence, but the last sentence was: "If it weren't for Master Long Ye, maybe I would not have escaped death, and I blamed that crazy holy son!"

Qianchuan Xue is dead! Ye Chen seemed to have aged for decades at this moment, and there was even moisture spreading in the corners of his eyes.

A few days later, Ye Chen rarely walked out of the courtyard and came to the outside of Luoxia City to see off Ye Muwan, before leaving, Ye Chen asked Ye Muwan: "Li Shiyue, where is she?"

"Senior Sister Shiyue, she's dead too!"

"It's just that when she died, she said a word!" Ye Muwan stared at Ye Chen with a somewhat complicated look, over the years, she rarely mentioned Li Shiyue, but he still remembered, how many years, more than thirty years!

"What words!" Ye Chen's tone was extremely heavy, as heavy as a majestic mountain.

"Senior Sister Shiyue said, I was born to wait for someone, leaving a tear in his heart, but I waited for a long time, but I didn't wait!" Ye Muwan whispered, her tone was also a little heavy, she couldn't forget the despair and sadness on the woman's face.

"Didn't wait!" Ye Chen muttered softly, standing in place, he didn't even know when Ye Muwan would leave.

Turning around, Ye Chen walked aimlessly in the streets and alleys again, a drizzle fell quietly, drenching her hairshirt, and it rained in the sky, but some people never held an umbrella, because she had her own sky in her heart.

She still didn't wait for the sky that belonged to her.

This rain is similar to that of decades ago, except that the people are no longer there.

Walking back to the courtyard, Ye Chen was drunk again, and fell under the Bodhi tree, the bewitching green lotus was facing his face, his face was no longer young, old and twilight...... (To be continued......)