Ye Muwan is gone, at least for many years.

How many years have it been? Ye Chen didn't remember, he only knew that in the season of falling leaves, this courtyard was even more dead.

The years flowed quietly behind him, until in the end, Ye Chen forgot how many autumns he had seen.

It's autumn again, the wind and clouds are soothing, sweeping away the frivolity and restlessness of summer, and the season of indifference and desolation is quietly coming.

Standing under the Bodhi tree, Ye Chen's figure was no longer as tall as a mountain, and the wrinkles were like creepers on the wall, crawling all over Ye Chen's entire face.

Although it was twilight, Ye Chen's eyes became brighter and brighter, like bright stars.

And in the autumn of this year, Ye Wen came.

When Ye Wen came, he also brought a broken sword, this sword, Ye Chen knew, was Ye Muwan's sword.

Walking to the Bodhi tree, Ye Wen gently stuck the broken sword on the ground, and got up with difficulty, his appearance was even older than Ye Chen, and he could no longer find the spirit and elegance of the past.

Grabbing the wine jug on the side, Ye Wen looked up to the sky and took a long sip, and then there was a silence, and even the autumn wind trembled in silence.

Lowering his eyes, Ye Chen gently held the broken sword, feeling the cold touch from the hilt, as if holding Ye Muwan's Qianqian jade hand, looking at the old face reflected on the sword, Ye Chen rarely spoke for the first time: "What about her?"

Ye Chen's voice was hoarse, with an inexplicable vicissitudes, this is a vicissitudes from the depths of the soul.

Ye Wen continued to drink, until the wine jug was empty, Ye Wen spoke, and his expression was extremely lonely: "Died in the extraterritorial battlefield!"

"Die in battle!" Ye Chen's bright gaze instantly dimmed, and the broken sword in his hand fell off and fell back into the ground, as if a fallen leaf had returned to its roots.

"The Martial God is not peaceful!" Ye Wen said quietly: "It turns out that the Martial God is only a part of this heaven and earth, and in addition to the Martial God, there is also the existence of Tiangang!"

"She said that she wants to defend the Martial God with the sword in her hand, at least so that you can live without war!"

"She died because of the Martial God. The Ye family is proud of him!"

Ye Wen walked out of the courtyard with heavy steps, and in the afterglow of the sunset, his back looked so old, and the old age made Ye Chen feel inexplicably panicked.

In the days to come, there was an extra figure in the courtyard.

Ye Wen had already removed the position of patriarch and handed over the position of patriarch to Ye Tian.

In the past, Ye Wen often sat in the courtyard, talking about the past, when talking about Ye Chen's naughtiness as a child. He always had a smile on his face.

Ye Chen listened quietly, and his thoughts followed Ye Wen's words, returning to the old days.

At that time, my favorite thing was to frolic with Ye Muwan in the rain! Ye Chen looked down at the broken sword that was rotting in the wind, and his eyes showed a touch of inexplicable heartache and sadness.

In the autumn of this year, the style is extraordinarily large, and the dead leaves in the courtyard are swaying in the wind, like butterflies fluttering, and finally fall into the distance.

Ye Wen's hoarse voice was in the autumn wind. Low and weak, "At that time, I wanted you to be an ordinary person, marry a wife and have children. Living an ordinary life, I also longed to be able to hold your son, Mu Wan's son, Ye Tian's son!"

"Until now. I haven't picked up my grandson yet!"

The hoarse voice was choppy until it finally dissipated when a gust of autumn wind suddenly rose. It never sounded again.

Ye Chen's figure shook suddenly, turned around, and looked at Ye Wen who was lying in the fallen leaves, with a peaceful face, his eyes were closed, and his peaceful face was filled with a little regret.

With sadness in his eyes, Ye Chen got up and gently held Ye Wen's hand, the corners of his eyes gradually moistened.

He didn't know how many years Ye Muwan had been with him in this courtyard, and he didn't know how many years Ye Wen had been with him in this courtyard, he only knew that they were all gone, and he was even more lonely in this lonely world.

Holding Ye Wen's body, Ye Chen walked to the other end of the courtyard, where there were several cold and dark tombstones, tombstones, there were four in total.

And after today, there is one more tombstone.

In the time of memory, I have buried you and my past!

Spring goes to autumn, time will never stop because of anyone, and the annual rings on the tree pole will not decrease, but will increase endlessly, until the day of death.

The flames of war have spread on the Martial God, just like Luoxia City has also been affected.

It wasn't until one day, when Ye Tian came to Ye Chen covered in blood, that Ye Chen realized that the Martial God had fallen.

"Daddy said before leaving, if Luoxia City falls one day, let me take you out of the Ye family!"

"It's just that I don't have a chance to fulfill Daddy's promise!"

"Ye Chen, live well!"

When he said this, Ye Tian's breath was gone, and after this day, there was another cold tombstone in the courtyard.

Under the setting sun, the tombstone standing upright in the dusk is like a sharp knife, bloodily cutting off the past time, and there is nothing left.

This year, it was rare for Ye Chen not to stand under the Bodhi tree, but to stand in front of the tombstones, quietly looking at these tombstones, and the tombstones were carved with familiar names: Mu Ye, Li Shiyue, Qian Chuanxue, Ye Muwan, Ye Wen, Ye Tian......

Whenever he read these names, Ye Chen always had an inexplicable heartache, in this year, in the season of snow, Ye Chen rarely walked out of the courtyard, many years ago, the familiar path has become extremely barren, and the sword hall buildings that reach into the sky have also collapsed, moss crawls all over these sword hall buildings, the huge Ye family has become a ruin, as if a long time ago, Ye Chen has never heard any sound.

"Are they all killed in battle?" Ye Chen muttered to himself, his voice was hoarse, hoarse and hoarse made Ye Chen feel unfamiliar, was this his own voice?

Walking out of the barren Ye family, along the street in his memory, Ye Chen walked with a stumbling step, every step he took seemed to drain the strength of his whole body, and in the twilight, this weeping figure and the afterglow were indistinguishable from each other.

The hustle and bustle of the streets has disappeared, and the official road is already overgrown with lush weeds.

The autumn wind swept in, blowing up the fallen leaves and blowing the weeds on the ground, and Ye Chen saw that there were white bones under it.

The country is broken by mountains and rivers, the city is deep in spring, the wind blows the bones, and there is nowhere to talk about desolation......

This is a dead city, at least Ye Chen has not found anyone in Luoxia City, lifeless, only the bones hidden in the grass, the sword hall building roaring in the evening breeze.

This year, the green vines climbed all over the mottled city walls.

Whenever the sun sets, Ye Chen always walks out of the courtyard, panting up the city tower, looking down on the dead city.

Standing in the dead city, he seemed to be waiting for something.

A dead city, a dying old man, a sunset in the west, indistinguishable from each other.

The wind blew through the dead courtyard, and on the Bodhi tree, the green leaves rustled, as if chanting sounded.

On this day, the moment Ye Chen walked out of the courtyard, in that distant sky, one after another incomparable sword lights were vertical and horizontal, accompanied by a deafening roar, and the heavens and the earth collapsed under those sword lights.

In the vertical and horizontal sword light, Ye Chen saw a beautiful woman, this woman's smile was enough to charm the common people, especially the charming color between the willow eyebrows, which was enough to make people crazy.

Quietly watching this scene, until Ye Chen saw that when several swordsmen besieging the woman inserted the sword in their hands into the woman's body, Ye Chen felt an inexplicable heartache.

The woman had fallen, and her body had fallen on the mottled tower.

Several figures standing in the void, like gods high above, before leaving, these people glanced at Ye Chen in the courtyard, and left silently, in their eyes, Ye Chen was like an ant, killing the sword that insulted them.

It wasn't until after these people left that Ye Chen walked out of the Ye family and walked towards the city tower.

On the city tower, the woman lay quietly in a pool of blood, and there was no grace on her charming face.

Ye Chen squatted down and looked at this woman, she was very beautiful, and the beauty was thrilling.

"Why, when I saw her once, I had a familiar feeling, was it in a previous life, or in a dream?" Ye Chen muttered to himself, his clear eyes glowing with a little dazedness.

At this moment, the woman with her eyes closed slowly opened her eyes, which were as bright as the moon, and the woman looked at the old man in the twilight blankly, as if returning to the light, and murmured softly: "The starry sky is not damaged, why give up looking for the starlight?"

This sentence seemed to be muttering to himself, and it seemed to be said to Ye Chen.

After saying this, the woman's breath was completely gone.

"The starry sky is not damaged, why give up looking for the starlight?" Ye Chen muttered softly, holding the woman's body with difficulty, and returned to the courtyard, where a brand-new tombstone appeared.

Standing under the Bodhi tree, the blank look in Ye Chen's eyes was even greater.

In the autumn of this year, Bodhi, which had not withered all year round, finally withered, and the yellowed leaves were flying all over the sky.

The green lotus, which had not withered all year round, finally withered.

Ye Chen sat under the Bodhi tree, looking at the fluttering dead leaves, the withered green lotus, in a trance, he seemed to see the familiar figures again, the scenes of this life, but in the end, these memories seemed extremely vague, and in his mind, only wandered the dream many years ago!

"If there is no cause, how can there be effect!"

"Many years ago, if my bloodline hadn't awakened, I would have encountered a small fire!"

"At that time, Qianchuan Xue will not marry, and Mu Ye will not be humiliated!"

"The awakening of my bloodline is the cause, and everything today is the effect!"

Ye Chen muttered to himself, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, until the moment he closed his eyes, the leafy sky collapsed, the entire dead city turned into ashes, and even the tombstones in the courtyard dissipated, and everything turned into nothingness.

Dream, wake up!

In the endless sea of flowers, under the Bodhi tree, on the angular and handsome face, the miserable white color gradually receded, and the faint mark at the center of the eyebrows gradually flashed with brilliant silver light......

After a long time, the young man slowly opened his eyes, and the inexplicable vicissitudes flashed in his dark eyes......

The Dream of This Life!(To be continued......)