Banished Disciple’s Counterattack Chapter 2148: Dream back to hometown
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At night, Ye Chen came out of the ancient tomb, reflected the moonlight, and returned to Zhuxian Town. The old man in blood robe was too cruel, and I do n’t know how many people swallowed it. He stained the supposedly quiet town with blood.
When I walked through the city gate, everything I saw was desolate. Too many people wore white silk, too many orphans and widows, dressed in mourning and wearing filial piety, knelt in front of their doors, threw paper money into the brazier, sobbing The wailing sound filled the town, and the dark night was destined to accompany tears.
Ye Chen sighed in his heart, and there was an inexplicable guilt. If he thought of using blood power earlier, these people might not have to die.
"Ye Xia Ye is back." While walking, somebody shouted.
People in Zhuxian Town heard that they all gathered together. Without saying a word, they fell to their knees and shouted for help. If they were not Ye Chen today, they would not be able to escape death. The god, this hero, is the real savior.
Ye Chen said nothing, only used the power of gentleness, and held up the people, and quietly walked towards the small garden, saying that his savior, even himself, felt ridiculous. Old man, kill more.
In this world, there is no savior, some are just ... cruel laws.
Ling Feng and others also came, and before they stepped forward, they only silently sent Ye Chen. From the back of Ye Chen Xiao Se, they seemed to see the corner of the cultivation world, which was full of killing, covered with blood, and the eyes of the world. God, how ever had mercy on sentient beings.
Under the attention of many people, the figure of Ye Chen is moving away.
In the alleys, Ye Chen pushed the gate of the garden tiredly, and saw the demon in his eyes. He was sitting at the stone table, drinking quietly, and unheard of his return.
"My call, you should have heard it." Ye Chen walked slowly, his words flat.
"Listen clearly." The demon held the wine glass and savored the fine wine.
"When Tiansha Lone Star was born, you still have pity on the people and lowered the Ling Tian / rises skywards fairy rain. Why did you not die if you died this time?
"Are you questioning the god?"
"Why dare." Ye Chen laughed at himself and sat under the old tree.
"Tangtang 'Ancient Desolate Emperor Physique', you are also the one who walked on the corpse mountain, when became so sentimental." The demon turned his back to Ye Chen, and the words were long, "Day, I am in Zhuxian Town, you do not save Heavenly Lone Star, the Divine God will save, but also save her alone, mortal life and death, what to do with me, your sigh and guilt, not pity, but resentment and resentment for the law, you want to change , Unfortunately, you can do nothing. "
"There are words in your words." Ye Chen said lightly.
"You are a smart person, both understand and why not pretend to be deaf and dumb." The demon filled a glass and placed it in front of his nose, sniffing the aroma of wine gently, and never turned around.
Ye Chen was silent and buried his head and lowered his eyes. It should be understood that this is still a test. He is testing his state of mind. The reason for his pity is that he is not cold enough and he hates the cruel rules, but he is The performance of powerlessness, no matter how the Grand Chu emperor, whatever the supreme Heavenly Emperor, it is hard to beat the vastness of the day.
I don't know when, he just got up, went back to the room, and fell asleep with his head covered.
The demon is still in the garden, drinking the wine quietly, the bright moonlight, and her whispering softly, "Fu Xi, you are too harsh on him."
With a sigh, there are only wine glasses on the table, and there is no more demons in front of the table.
At night, it is not peaceful. The cry of sorrow is still there. Losing loved ones is destined to sleep hard.
With the tears, the dim night faded away.
Zhuxian Town in the early morning is not as prosperous as it used to be. There are too many people leaving for funerals. Paper money is scattered on the street. At a glance, there are a lot of white flowers, and there are too many people wearing Ma and Dai Xiao.
At the fortune-telling table, Ye Chen sits quietly, speechless, joyless and sad.
Today, no one is destined to come to divination, and they are all immersed in pain.
"The money and silver saved in these years have been distributed to the poor people. This ... is not considered a virtue." The first person who came today was Shangguanjiu, who never paid for alcohol. Masters are also mortals and believe in goodness and rewards.
"Drink few flower wines a few times, everything is there." Yang Xuan pouted.
"This is not like what you said."
"I will pay for all my money back, you still have a face to say."
"The days of sorrow, you two can take a dim sum." Ling Feng said leisurely.
As soon as these words came out, both of them stopped.
Sorrow, can you not sorrow? The rivers and lakes who were all licking their blood at the tip of their blades felt for the first time that someone was dead ... it was so sad, maybe they thought it was really home.
Soon, Yang Ge also came, holding Xiao Yang Lan.
A family of three, grateful to Ye Chen, is indescribable. Compared with other people in the town, they are lucky. At the critical moment, they are rescued by the myth of martial arts.
After a quiet month, this mortal town gradually returned to normal.
Another night, Ye Chen sleeps peacefully.
Tonight the stars are in the sky, and occasionally a ray of starlight, leaning on the face of Ye Chen through the window, makes him frown slightly, as if he had a terrible nightmare.
When he opens his eyes again, the clouds are in front of him, and there is a cloud of white. As the clouds gradually disperse, a great mountain and river are reflected in his eyes, one mountain and one water, one grass and one tree, all like memory, warm And kindly, this is Grand Chu, his hometown.
"Dream back to Grand Chu." Ye Chen was so excited that he stepped into nothingness and went straight to Hengyue Sect.
The Grand Chu at night is peaceful and peaceful, and the 'Fairy Maiden Peak' at night is still so beautiful.
When Ye Chen arrives, all the girls are there. Embroidered embroidery, watering flowers, such as Xi Yan and Luo Xi, hold the chin in both hands and look up at the starry sky.
Besides them, this is a little guy who is not sleepy at all. He is teetering, chasing the butterfly on the grass, sometimes calling a mother-in-law, and sometimes making a chuckle.
It was Xiao Yefan, or two or three years old. The so-called memory also stayed in childhood. The young one was quite sensible. He would lie in front of the window in the dark of the night, staring at the outside and waiting. The return of the mother.
Ye Chen laughed and cried. It has been seventy-six years since he left. He never wanted to return. In the form of a dream, he could see his relatives, but his relatives could not see him.
"Dad." When Ye Chen looked at it, he heard Xiao Yefan's call, the little guy was very excited, stepped on the footsteps, and ran to Ye Chen.
Ye Chen was shocked, can the little guy see me?
The women were also stunned and looked sideways. From this side, they thought it was Ye Chen, but they could n’t see anything.
Speaking, Xiao Yefan has ran to the foot of Ye Chen, raised his small head, stretched out his hand, milk voice milk air, "Daddy hug."
"Can you really see?" Ye Chen opened his mouth, and the whole person was ignorant.
Know that he is now in a dream, and Ye Fan is in reality. It stands to reason that Ye Fan ca n’t see him, which violates the law of true fantasy.
"Dad hugs." The little guy was still begging, interrupting Ye Chen thoughts.
When Ye Chen listened for a while, he subconsciously squatted down. It is calculated that he has not been holding Ye Fan for seventy-six years. He is not a competent father.
Of course, he is a dreamer after all, he can't reach Ye Fan, and he can't hold him in his arms.
The little guy cried, tears in his eyes.
The girls came, Chu Xuan had the fastest speed, hugged Xiao Ye Fan, Chu Ling held the handkerchief, wiped the tears for him, and smiled softly, "Faner is good."
Xi Yan and they all squatted down, took their dolls, and coaxed the little guy, thinking that he missed his father and mother too much.
Xiao Yefan is also sensible, but does not cry, just staring at Ye Chen.
Every girl's pretty eyebrows are small, she really came to Ye Fan's side, and she felt a familiar breath, as if someone was watching them.
"Dream back to eternity." Chu Xuan'er muttered to himself.
"Ye Chen, are you?" Chu Ling'er hurriedly panic, staring at his eyes. Although he can't see it, he feels it. It seems that he knows that dreams are back to the past and can connect dreams and reality.
"It's me." Ye Chen smiled with tears in her smile, but they were doomed to not hear.
The night is getting deeper.
Xiao Yefan fell asleep and was taken back into the room.
And all the girls, it is difficult to sleep.
Ye Chen has n’t left, and his illusory body is floating there, watching quietly. This dream seems to be a long one. It ’s not enough to let him see it.
Suddenly, a hint of autumn wind blew, carrying a woman's fragrance.
In front of the window of Ye Fan ’s room, there was an unreal woman transfigured, reflecting the moonlight, bright and clear, dreamlike beauty, a closer look, actually Ji Ningshuang, and looked at the sleeping Ye Fan, and then looked back, right Ye Chen smiled brightly.