Banished Disciple’s Counterattack Chapter 1582: I want to go home

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Ye Chen ran all the way and stopped before dawn.

"It's undeniable, I counseled." This stubborn bearded his beard and glanced back subconsciously.

Huang Quanzhong's words made him secretly swear that he would never be close to the restricted area again.

As he said, he patted the dust on his shoulder, stepped over a small river, and stepped into a vast land.

There are mountains here, but they are barren. The world Spiritual Power is thin, insignificant, and desolate.

He did n’t know that Xuanhuang Beiyue had such a desolate area, the earth was dry and cracked, and the sand was flying.

I do n’t know when I saw a three-two-two figure controlling sword flying by, all of them are cultivator, and the repair is not high.

He wore a plain robe and walked all the way through the sky. His white hair fluttered, his robe swayed, plus a long beard, and a thin figure.

Roy's cultivator, many of them will pay respect to him, his temperament, like a real fairy.

However, there are also a few cultivators that are not long-eyed, self-sustaining and powerful, self-proclaimed incredible / extraordinary, and organized robbery.

It's needless to say that they end up. There are a lot of people coming, and it is not enough to suppress the Ye Chen. The robbery cannot be robbed and the clothes have been polished.

Ye Chen is still kind, not hurting their lives. Since he is looking for pleasure, he will let them delight.

On the road again, there are quite a few encounters with cultivator, but there is no big Divine Ability, the highest is the repair, and only Quasi Saint.

It's just that after seeing so many people and walking so long, no one recognized him as the Eucharist.

As for this, Ye Chen only smiled slightly, this effect should be what he wanted to see, dressed in this old state, silently doing passengers, all the way all the way to Hongchen.

It was getting late, only to see him float down from midnight.

I do n’t know why, after flying for a long time, I always feel that walking on the ground is the most reliable, and I have a feeling of returning to the ground.

The vast earth, like a preaching ascetic monk, the raging yellow sand, can't hide his lonely shadow.

"I beg your seniors to do a good job, take me a ride, I want to go home." Suddenly, there were old words rang, but they were far apart, but they heard clearly.

The voice is very humble, with a tone of pleading, and a touch of sadness and crying, which makes people tremble.

Ye Chen walked slowly through the raging yellow sand.

From afar, he saw a rickety old figure creeping on the ground, ragged and gray-haired.

That is an old man, more precisely an old cultivator, although it is cultivator, but only Qi Condensation Realm.

Looking at the annual rings, it is almost two hundred years old. The two hundred-year-old Qi Condensation Realm and Ye Chen are the first to be seen.

"I beg you seniors to do a good job, take me a ride. I want to go home." When Ye Chen looked, the old cultivator was kneeling again, kneeling at the passing cultivator.

He is humble, like a mortal is kneeling down to the fairy, without dignity, he begs, with bitterness.

Obviously, the people who passed by ignored him directly, expert was respected, and the old cultivator was the ants.

Not only was there no one to take care of it, there were also people who spoke out.

The old cultivator body was trembling, and the atmosphere did not dare to catch a breath, just like a dog, crawling on the ground.

When the smoke disappeared, he stood up tremblingly, holding a bamboo stick, and staggering forward.

He is too old, there is not much life, and his vitality is broken up. It has been estimated by the annual rings, and he can only survive for three days.

Ye Chen watched quietly, followed subconsciously.

Old cultivator has a vicissitudes of life, every step is very difficult.

Looking at him, Ye Chen is like seeing a hundred years of himself, Shou Yuan will end, and he will try his best to walk.

After all, the old cultivator stopped, and Xu was tired, snuggling under an old tree, holding a cane.

The wind at night seemed to be very cold, making him unable to curl up.

His old eyes are muddy, with no light at all, his eyelids jitter from time to time, and he cannot help falling asleep.

Ye Chen stepped forward slowly, standing under the old tree, "Old man, your home, is it far from here?"

"Far, very far away." Speaking of home, the old cultivator could not help wiping tears, his voice was hoarse, "I left the house when I was ten years old, and was taken away by the fairy. In a dilemma, Daogen is destroyed and abandoned. Year after year, for two hundred years in a blink of an eye, I just want to return to the roots. "

Ye Chen was silent, chatting a few words, but he could hear Lao Xiu ’s state of mind, sad and helpless, he left home when he was young, but he was old when he returned, he was about to die on the way home, and he could n’t look at his hometown .

Old cultivator is too weak, only Qi Condensation Realm, not even controlling sword, the world is vast and the home is too far away.

Unable to help, he raised his hand slightly and placed it gently on the older generation of cultivator, using origin essence to extend his life.

This has nothing to do with him, the cruel cultivator world, these things have gone a lot, but he is willing to help the old repair.

Everything is due to the old cultivator sentence ... I want to go home.

The two really wanted to. Old cultivator wanted to go home, why didn't he want to? He also left his hometown for more than two hundred years.

Old cultivator trembles, staring blankly at Ye Chen with tears in his eyes, "Thank you, thank you senior."

Ye Chen smiled, did not speak, and felt sad.

This sadness is sad for the old cultivator. When he returns home, it will be another kind of desolation. His father and mother are long gone, and his loved ones have also settled in the earth.

Look at things right and wrong, look around, there is no one familiar, how lonely that kind of state of mind should be.

The wind and sand are still there, and the old leaves blowing rustle.

Ye Chen is quite kind. While continuing his life, he also repaired his roots and helped him cultivate.

Old cultivator is grateful. This should be the goodness of the last life, and in return, he met a noble person on the road.

After three or five minutes, Ye Chen gently closed his palm.

Dougan repair, plus the Eucharist origin essence, the old cultivator Breakthrough has become Realms, and the old state is much younger.

He prostrate to the ground again, crying without crying, humane Hongchen mercilessly, and there are also good people in this world.

Ye Chen sacrificed soft power and lifted the old cultivator.

Next, a flying sword manifested, he stepped on it and smiled at the old cultivator, "Stop the road, take you for a ride."

"Thank you, Senior." Old cultivator was so excited, he wiped tears in a hurry, and climbed up to Feijian.

Feijian Zhengming, crossing the sky, is extremely fast.

Old cultivator stood respectfully behind him, old eyes staring at one side, that was the direction of his hometown, far away.

However, for those distances, as far as Ye Chen is concerned, it just takes more time, he is Quasi Saint.

At dawn, Feijian fell in a small village.

Shanhe Village is the name of this village. A stone monument stands in front of the village, and these three words are engraved on it.

The village is small, and there are only 100 families. The mountains and rivers are all stone houses, and there are one mu of paddy fields.

The village in the morning is full of vitality, the smoke is burning, the farmer is carrying a hoe, and the children are playing.

They are all mortals. They have the simplicity that cultivator can't imitate. Although they are crude, they live real and comfortable.

Old cultivator shivered and rushed into the village, looking greedily at everything in front of him, house by house, even tree by tree, as he remembered.

He is also frantically searching for his loved ones.

However, he found his old home, but he couldn't find the old people, all of them are so strange.

And the people in the village looked at him with strange eyes. Where did this old man come from?

Crying sounds soon came from the junction of the village and the hill, where there were more than a dozen small tombstones.

Old cultivator knelt in front of the tombstone, crying and crying, and his tears were lying there. His father and mother and relatives were buried there. When he came late, they did not wait.

All the people in the village came around. The farmer was carrying a hoe, and the peasant woman was holding the baby. They were all confused.

Several generations between them, no one recognized the old cultivator, and I do n’t know why he was crying here.

Ye Chen looked at it quietly, and the sorrow also sprang up.

For mortals, two hundred years is too long, he is considered to be returning home, but no one familiar with him laughs for him.

I missed two hundred years, and I missed this life. The next reincarnation is too long, and it is difficult to meet again.

Ye Chen sighed and slowly turned around to go on the journey again.

Of course, just as he was preparing for Yutian, the Emperor Jue hung in his sea of ​​tremors, and it was trembling.

Ye Chen was amazed. He turned around, his eyes narrowed slightly, swept across the village, his eyes fixed on one person.

It was a child, or an orphan. Other children had parents, but he was alone, his face was black and white, and he was holding a small wooden sword.

He also stood in the crowd, staring at the old cultivator with big eyes, wondering why the old man was crying.

Ye Chen walked immediately, causing villagers to stare.

An old man is crying in front of the grave. This is another old man. He is very strange. I do n’t know who it is.

Ye Chen smiled and crouched in front of the child, glancing at the crescent pendant hanging on the child's neck.

The pendant is part of Di Jue, only as big as the little finger, and it is the last piece of Di Jue.

"Grandpa, who are you!" The child raised his head, his voice was immature and full of curiosity.

"I'm a traveler." Ye Chen touched the little guy's little head, and the laughter was kind and kind.

"What is passing by." The little guy's eyes flashed.

"Passing is ... passing." Ye Chen smiled and pointed to the crescent pendant hanging on the little guy's neck. "My grandfather took care of this. I will exchange it with you."

As he said, Ye Chen took out a crystal clear spirit fruit, which was fragrant and overflowed, causing the eyes of the children to shine, and the eyes of the children present were also bright.

"It looks delicious." The child took off the crescent pendant and hugged spirit fruit. He could not wait to take a bite. It was indeed very sweet and smiled brilliantly.

"Grandpa, I want to eat too." All the children looked at Ye Chen with a dim eye, drooling.

"The old man is no stranger, little child, ignorant." The farmer and peasant women smiled and hugged the child.

"No problem." Ye Chen smiled and directly took out the bag, full of crystal spirit fruit, full of fruity aroma.

"Let ’s eat!" Ye Chen smiled and stepped into the hill where the village was backing, because the crescent pendant that had just been exchanged had already been integrated into Di Jue.

Emperor Jue is complete, and there is a strange divine power spreading in Shenhai. Rao is his cultivation strength, which is also difficult to stop.

Helpless, he had to enter the mountain to study Di Jue.

Behind, full of children's excited voice, each holding spirit fruit, has never eaten such delicious fruit.