Banished Disciple’s Counterattack Chapter 910: Luo Shenyuan
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Luo Shenyuan!
Ye Chen murmured and remembered a dream a long time ago.
It was in three cases of Grand Competition that I dreamed of a kind old man and asked him to go to Luoshenyuan to burn incense sticks.
Subconsciously, Ye Chen used Immortal Eye to disengage the enchantment ban, walked in one step, and stopped in front of the stele.
"Luo Shenyuan actually exists." Ye Chen stared at the stele blankly and murmured again.
"That dream ..." Ye Chen was a little trance, and it was no longer clear whether the dream was real or unreal.
After a long time, he moved his footsteps and walked into the valley.
Along the way, he was watching around.
The valley is very calm, with peach blossom trees everywhere, and peach blossoms scattered all over the sky.
This is like a mortal village, where there are paddy fields, brooks, and gravel paved country roads, flowers and trees are hidden in the depths, and there are several rows of bamboo houses lying in front of them. The **** needed for farming.
Ye Chen is in a trance again, isn't this the world he longs for? Far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, away from the turmoil of the world, reclamation of three or five acres of rice fields, sunrise and sunset, rest at sunset, accompanied by a lover, and watch the sunset.
Quietly, Ye Chen pushed the bamboo door open.
The furnishings in the bamboo house are simple, the tables, chairs and tea bowls are so ordinary, there is no slight spirit.
Ye Chen saw a spirit card with a spider web wrapped around it, and the dust left over from the years was full of vicissitudes of life.
My wife Yanfei!
Through the gap of the spider web, Ye Chen saw four ordinary ancient characters on the Lingwei card.
Yan ... Yanfei!
Ye Chen opened his mouth and the whole person was stunned.
Yan Fei, the wife of Emperor Chen, is also one of the three ancestors. He has not seen Yan Fei Venerable, but he has seen its stone statue.
"This is the former home of Emperor Chen and Concubine Yan." In an instant, Ye Chen really understood why it was here.
"The old man in the dream is ..." Ye Chen flashed the light of enlightenment in his eyes, and the old man in the dream is the Emperor Chen.
"The first ancestor is still alive, otherwise how can it enter my dream." Ye Chen thoughts were a little confused, and he all jumped over his own guesses, but it was Emperor Chen, the emperor of Grand Chu!
"No." Soon, Ye Chen shook his head gently, denying his guess.
He clearly remembered that when he was Advancing Rank Quasi Heaven Realms that day, the devil and ghost king almost Advancing Rank to Heaven Realms. If Emperor Chen was still alive, they would lead Heaven Realms Thunder Tribulation to is impossible.
He couldn't figure it out, since Emperor Chen was dead, where did that dream come from?
Could it be the remaining Soul brand?
Ye Chen thinks about it, I feel that this guess is the most reliable, because of the care of the dust edge, I accidentally fell into my dream.
Suddenly, he took out three sandalwood sticks with his hands, ignited them with his fingers, stepped forward slightly, and inserted them in the incense burner.
"Junior Ye Chen, see two ancestors here." Ye Chen knelt down, and TT5FF Saint Lord knocked on the head three times, respectfully, this is respect for the ancestors.
I do n’t know when he quit. He never cleaned the bamboo house covered with dust and cobwebs. This is the home of two ancestors. They have been away for a long time. Everything here should be fixed in the years.
Ye Chen sits on the stone steps and quietly looks at this tranquil and peaceful world.
Very vaguely, he can still see Emperor Chen waving his hoe, as if he could see Yan Fei sitting in front of the weaving frame.
At that time, he was not the Emperor Chen who covered the world, nor was she the famous concubine Yan Yan, they were just an ordinary couple who lived a carefree life and were not dragged by the world ’s disturbances trip.
Ye Chen is so enchanted that he is as strong as Emperor Chen and Concubine Yan, and also yearns for ordinary, hoping to be an ordinary couple.
Obviously, there is dispute in the world, and they bear the responsibility they deserve. The so-called ordinary is just a luxury.
Inexplicably, Ye Chen has an inexplicable sorrow in his heart.
Xuan Chen is the emperor, with the world in his mind. At the moment when he put on the armor, he was destined to live in the world forever. When he took off the armor, Yan Fei died, but he beat the world, but it was I lost my lover.
"The world is alive, what do you have to do with it." Ye Chen said, but his voice was hoarse, and he said something sad.
He smiled and laughed a bit self-deprecatingly, and he was humming for Yan Fei, but he was not as good as Emperor Chen, for the peace of the world, for the sad world, he threw himself into the cold battle armor.
The breeze was blowing. Although it was warm, he could not help but curled up and slept peacefully.
The breeze is still blowing, messing with his gray hair, and the gap between his hair is faintly visible with that face, with tiredness engraved on it, and the stubble on the mouth, all traces of years.
I do n’t blame him!
The tranquil Luoshen Yuangu, I do n’t know when, there was such a lingering voice.
The woman ’s voice is gentle and soft, without earthly pollution and incomparably pure.
Suddenly, Ye Chen opened his eyes and saw a plain-clothed woman sitting in front of the weaving frame. She had a white hair shawl and flicked the silk. A drop of hair.
Ye Chen froze for a moment. After a second, he got up hurriedly and bowed his hands to salute, "Junior Ye Chen, I have seen seniors."
"Life is like this silk, all traces are traces, weaving the years and leaving the vicissitudes." Yan Fei whispered, still facing away from Ye Chen, leaving a pair of ancient unchanged Screen.
"The first ancestor of Xuanchen asked me to incense." Ye Chen glanced at Yan Fei. "He, he still cares about you."
"I put on the armor for him and pushed him to the world." The ancient thing, in Yan Fei's mouth, is so plain, the long years, the vicissitudes of the sea, the memory is still like Hongchen, it is slow. Slow reincarnation.
"Do seniors regret it?" Ye Chen looked at Yan Fei quietly.
"Don't ask for a lifetime, but ask to pass by, so it's better." Yan Fei chuckled, took off the woven fabric, took out the slender silver needle, took off a strand of silver wire, one needle and one thread , As if making clothes.
Seeing that, Ye Chen opened his mouth, but when he spoke, he never said it, but stopped in front of the bamboo house and looked at Yan Fei quietly.
I do n’t know when, Yan Fei ’s eyes became blurred. Although he was in front of him, he was as far away as a dream.
Breeze blowing, Ye Chen shuddered, opened his eyes slowly, and looked around in confusion.
The next second, he jumped violently and suddenly looked at one side, only to see that the weaving frame was empty in front, and it was still covered with spider webs.
A dream again?
Ye Chen murmured.
Obviously, he felt the softness in his hand, and subconsciously lowered his head, only to find that it was a shirt, not a bright and beautiful, but a plain clothes, and every stitch and thread seemed so ordinary.
"This ....." Ye Chen was stunned there, feeling a little trance, which was woven by Yan Fei in the dream.
"Saint Lord, Princess Yan is still alive?" In the hall of Heavenly Profound Sect, Fu Ya in front of the magic sky water curtain, looked at Dongfeng Taixin on one side with amazement.
"Long gone." Donghuang Taixin whispered a smile.
"That dress ..."
"Grand Chu, it really surprised me. Someone even realized that kind of celestial secret." Donghuang Taixin never answered the question of Fu Ya, but her words were very ethereal and full of endless meaning.