The path is still the same, and the weeds on both sides seem to have just been cut.

The bluestone is mottled, even if millions of years have passed, the bluestone on the ground is still the bluestone when it left. The bluestone is mottled with moss, proving that the path seems to be rarely walked.

Along the mottled path, following the familiar memory, Yang Sanyang saw the future at a glance and looked at his past self.

The eyes collided, and only now do I understand myself back then!

Despair in hope, stubbornness in despair.

Either die outside! Or, achieve the immortal path and cultivate the immortal body for hundreds of millions of years.

Yang Sanyang's eyes showed an inexplicable color, his feet were on the moss, and he slowly walked towards the path and grass house in his memory.

In just a few dozen miles, he walked for three hours.

In the distance, I saw barbarian people walking among the mountains in the distance, and there were barbarian villages rising smoke.

There are barbarians plowing the fields, and there are barbarians hunting and fishing.

Walking on the mountain path, far away, an inexplicable call came.

I don't know why, the closer I get to the place of memory, the more I feel in my heart.

Suddenly, the forest disappeared, and a familiar wooden house, Lintai Water Pavilion came into view.

"Yay, I'm back!"

Looking at the hut, Yang Sanyang blurted out the words for some reason.

Then, a touch of wetness appeared in the corner of his eyes, and Yang Sanyang was stunned like a puppet, speechless and choked.

After a long time, he came back to his senses in a daze, looked at the hut in front of him, his figure was stunned, and looked at Xiao Zhu in the distance, his eyes showed a touch of disbelief: "How could it be? That Xiao Zhu didn't change in the slightest? Or the way I left?"

"Could it be that Ye is still alive, Ye is still alive?" Yang Sanyang's heart was beating wildly, and for a while, his mouth was dry, his body was soft, and he seemed to have been drained of his strength.

It's just that he couldn't feel the breath of any living creature in that wooden house!

"Perhaps, she's out?" Yang Sanyang had a thought in his mind, but he refuted himself: "Ye is just an ordinary man, how can he live for millions of years? This is simply impossible!"

Yang Sanyang's mind was steaming, constantly rolling back and forth to argue, and before he knew it, the sky was getting dark, and a candle in the wooden house was lit slowly.

"yes, I'm back!" Yang Sanyang looked at the candle flame in the wooden house, and suddenly his heart seemed to be grasped by a big hand, and then he suddenly walked forward quickly, but his step was unsteady, he tripped over a piece of bluestone, and his head was bleeding.

Hurriedly got up and looked at the bluestone, which was indeed the size of a mill, and saw that the bluestone was round, and it seemed to have been smoothed out by the years.

Stumbling to the door, Yang Sanyang's palm stretched out, but he trembled again, and said in a slightly choked voice: "yes, I'm back! I've refined the body of immortality for hundreds of millions of years, and I'm back!"

In the wooden house, the lights are long, and there is no one in sight.

With trembling fingers, he slowly touched the wooden door, only to see the wooden door open in the wind, and the familiar furnishings in the room came into his eyes in an instant.

On the bed, in the dim light, a woman wrapped in animal skin, holding a lamp in her hand, quietly curled up into a ball.

Quietly shrunk there, except for the occasional firelight beating, there was no unusual sound in the room.

"yes!" Yang Sanyang looked at the figure in the animal skin, the silhouette in the hazy light, and couldn't help but tremble, tears of excitement rippled: "You are still alive! You are still alive! You are still alive!"

That outline, he is too familiar! In this life, I am afraid that I will never forget it!

Familiar with it better than herself!

It was this figure that accompanied him through the most difficult years!

Ye'an held the candle quietly, like a child in a deep sleep, with a trace of undried tears on his face.

The teardrops were crystal clear, and the light shimmered in the candlelight.

Like, the worst, didn't happen!

"Thank God, you're still alive! Before, I never believed that there would be miracles in this world, but now I do!" Looking at Ye curled up in a ball on the bed, Yang Sanyang's body relaxed and relieved for a while, and gradually regained his strength, and slowly came to Ye's side, a finger gently stretched out, and poked Ye's armpit: "Yes, the plate is back!"

However, he soon realized that something was wrong!

Yay was so quiet, quiet and not breathing. At the tentacle, it was cold and hard as stone.

With trembling palms and disordered breathing, Yang Sanyang was like a ball that had been drained, and he fell straight to the ground.

"yes ......" Yang Sanyang's lips were constantly trembling, and there was an unknown tone in his nasal cavity, and his voice was unprecedentedly gentle, as if he was afraid of waking up the sleeping person.

"The plate is back, why don't you speak?" Yang Sanyang quietly looked at the faces in the lights.

"The ancestor died millions of years ago!" A cold voice sounded, and a back figure came behind Yang Sanyang at some point.

"Nonsense, you see that she is clearly still alive! The tears on her face have not dried yet!" Yang Sanyang trembled his palms, slowly stretched out his hands, and touched his fingers to the cold cheeks.

The teardrops turned into crystals and fell into Yang Sanyang's hands.

"She's just asleep!" Yang Sanyang clutched the two pearls, his heart like a knife.

"She's dead!" the female voice added.

Yang Sanyang was silent, just holding the two crystals and sitting there blankly.

"Disciple Zhu of later generations, I have seen the ancestor plate!" Seeing that Yang Sanyang was not moving, the female voice fell to her knees on the ground, her voice full of excitement.

The atmosphere in the room was stagnant, and Yang Sanyang was speechless.

He looked at Ya quietly, yes in front of him, although he was smiling on his face, but he didn't know why, he always felt that the smile revealed endless sorrow. That smile was even uglier than crying in his eyes.

Just looked at it like that, and after about half a month, Yang Sanyang slowly raised his head, looked at the furnishings in the room, and finally his eyes fell on the slightly petite figure: "How do you know that I am a plate?"

"According to ancestral records, since the ancestor sat down, no one has been able to get close to the ancestor's body. The lamp emitted a divine light, protecting the entire courtyard for millions of years from the polish of time!" The female voice knelt down respectfully on the ground, her forehead touching the ground: "According to the ancestor Lishu, my barbarian tribe has an ancestor: Pan. Creation of the calendar to count the day. Make bows and arrows to drive out wild beasts. Open the grain, the belly of the people. Drill the flame and conquer the darkness. Later, the ancestors left to seek the magic method of immortality, and there was no record of it. Now that you touch the body of your ancestors, the light will not hurt you in the slightest, and it will be the return of your ancestors!"

Zhu's voice was full of excitement: "The history books record: If you return, the barbarians can live forever! When the ancestors return, our barbarians will surely enter a new era." The great change of my barbarian clan is coming!"

"Who are you?" Yang Sanyang slowly stood up, he looked at Ye carefully, and his whole body turned into a stone statue. The bronze lamp was embedded in the stone statue.

Back then, the mutters that came across time and space before dying kept echoing in my ears.

"The child is the granddaughter of the 200,000th generation of Yongzhi, because she has been familiar with the chronicles of the clan since she was a child, and her writing skills are very good, so she became the chief historian of the barbarian tribe. Responsible for coming here every day to clean up the relics of the ancestors!" Zhu quietly raised his head, glanced at Yang Sanyang, who had completely transformed into a human, and shouted in his heart: "The ancestor must have turned into a god, otherwise how could he have cultivated the body hair of a god?"

"Yay...... How did you die?" After a long hesitation, Yang Sanyang finally asked.

"According to the historical records, the ancestor knew that his age was not long and the time limit was approaching, but he was unwilling to sit still, so he tasted all the herbs, or diarrhea, or vomiting, or rotting and edema, or vomiting three liters of blood, or breaking tendons...... However, on the day when the limit was about to end, the ancestors held the green lantern and resolutely entered a Jedi, fought a demon beast, captured a day of land treasures, and turned into bluestone within three days of eating!"

It's simple, but in Yang Sanyang's ears, it's like a knife, and every sentence is pierced in his heart.

"Aren't you unwilling? Mortals are like grass and trees, they only know spring and autumn!" Yang Sanyang's heart was heartbroken, and he gently stroked Ye's cheek: "I treat you as my own and as my own sister, I can give you everything I have, but it's a pity...... But I can't give you immortality!"

Yang Sanyang had tears in the corners of his eyes, and his eyes were red and swollen: "I'm sorry for you!"

"Hum~"

Yang Sanyang's words fell, and the Baolian lamp shook slightly, and it actually flew up from Ye's chest and quietly suspended in front of Yang Sanyang. Then, the divine light converged, and only a 'bang' sound was heard, and all the furnishings in the whole room, except for Yah's body: the animal skin, the bed, the bow and arrows on the wall, and the house, all turned into powder, and dissipated between heaven and earth.

"Lose weight!" Yang Sanyang looked at Ye's skinny and skinny body, and the smile that barely squeezed out of the stone carving's face couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Ancestor, the ancestor has a stone carving for the ancestor to unveil himself!" Zhu'er was stunned at this time, and hurriedly took out a stone box from his arms.

Yang Sanyang was stunned, took the stone box, and when he opened it, he saw a big smiling face engraved on the palm-sized stone slab.

A line of handwriting, after millions of years, has still not been blurred: "Yes is waiting for the plate to come back!"

Gone!

Other than that, it's gone!

"Ten thousand years of waiting, do you only have one sentence to say to me?" Yang Sanyang held the stone slab, only feeling that his heart was like a knife:

"You turned into a stone carving, but you have cultivated hundreds of millions of years of immortal body one step ahead of me, and you are indeed waiting for me to come back!

Yang Sanyang's eyes were blurred with tears, if he remembered correctly, the last thing he said to Ye before leaving was: "Wait for me to come back!"

"Hahaha!ha!You finally waited for me to come back!You finally waited for me to come back!" Yang Sanyang laughed miserably, laughing so much that the beads on one side were a little creepy, and said tentatively: "Ancestor, the ancestor once left a legacy, and it is in that stone cave......"

PS: Supplement the alliance leader.