Chapter 2148: Dream back home

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At night, Ye Chen emerged from the ancient tomb, reflecting the moonlight, and returned to Wuxian Town. The old man in the blood robe was too cruel, and I don't know how many people swallowed it, bleeding the town that was supposed to be peaceful.
When I stepped over the city gate, everything I saw was desolate. Too many people hung white silk, too many orphans and widows, sacked and filial piety, kneeled in front of their door, threw paper money into the brazier, choked and wept , The town is full, dark night, destined to accompany tears.
Ye Chen sighed, and there was an inexplicable guilt. If he had thought of using blood power earlier, these people might not have to die.
"Master Ye is back." I was shouting as I was walking.
The people in Wuxian Town heard this and they all came together. Without saying a word, they fell to their knees and shouted for help. If it weren't for Ye Chen today, they would not escape death, even higher than their gods. This hero is the real savior.
Ye Chen didn't say a word, only used the gentle force to support the people and quietly walked to the small garden, saying that his savior, even himself, felt ridiculous. When it came to killing, he was better than the old man in the blood robe, Kill more.
In this world, there are no saviors, some are just ... cruel rules.
Ling Feng and others also came. Before they came forward, they only watched Ye Chen silently. From the back of Ye Chen Xiaose, they seemed to see a corner of Xiu Jie, full of killing, covered with blood, and the gods in the eyes of the world. , He had compassion for sentient beings.
In the spotlight, Ye Chen's figure drifted away.
In the streets, Ye Chen pushed open the garden door tiredly, and when he saw the demon, he was sitting at the stone table, drinking quietly, and turned a blind eye to his return.
"My call, you should have heard it." Ye Chen walked slowly, his words were flat.
"Listen clearly." The demon held the wine glass and sipped the fine wine.
"When the Tiansha Lone Star was born, you still pity the people and drop Ling Tianxian Yu. Why are you here to die?"
"Are you questioning God?"
"How dare you." Ye Chen laughed and sat under the old tree.
"The divine ancient body, you are also a person walking on the corpse mountain, when did you become so sentimental." The demon turned his back to Ye Chen, saying leisurely, "Day, I am in the town of Wuxian, you do not save Tiansha Lone Star, the will also save, but only save her, mortal life and death, what do you do with me, your sigh and guilt are not pity, but resentment and resentment against the law, you want to change , Unfortunately, there is nothing you can do. "
"You have something to say," Ye Chen said lightly.
"You're a clever person. You can understand, but why are you deaf and dumb?" The demon filled a glass and placed it in front of his nose, sniffing the wine gently, and never turned around.
Ye Chen was silent, with his head down and his eyes down. It was to understand that this was still a test. He was testing his state of mind. The reason for his pity was that he was not cold enough, and he hated the cruel rules, but he was powerless. Performance, no matter how great the Emperor Chu is, and even what the Supreme Emperor is, it is difficult to defeat the mighty world.
He didn't know when he got up, returned to the room, and fell asleep with his head covered.
In the garden, the demon is still drinking quietly wine, under the bright moon, and she murmured softly, "Fu Xi, you are too harsh on him."
With a sigh, there were only wine glasses on the table, and there were no more demons at the table.
The night is not peaceful, the wailing of sorrow is still there, and the loss of a loved one is doomed to sleep.
With the tears, the dim night faded gradually.
In the early morning, Xianxian Town is not as prosperous as in the past. Too many people are out of business, paper money is spilled across the street, and at a glance, there are too many white flowers and filial piety.
At the fortune-telling table, Ye Chen sat quietly, without a word, without joy or sorrow.
Today, no one is destined to come to divination, all immersed in pain.
"All the money and silver I have saved over the years has been given to the poor. This ... is not considered to be a virtue." The first person to come today is Shangguan Yan, who never pays for wine, he is rare and generous once, a martial arts master, also A mortal person also believes in good deeds.
"Drink a few drinks of wine and everything," Yang Xuan said with a lip.
"That's what you didn't go."
"Every time I pay, I still have a face to say."
"A day of sorrow, you two can take a snack," Ling Feng said leisurely.
As soon as this word came out, both of them ceased.
Sorrow, can't you sorrow? They are all rivers and lakes who lick their blood on the tip of their swords. For the first time, they feel that someone is dying ... They are so sad, perhaps, they are really here as a family.
Not long after, Yang Ge Lao came and hugged Yang Lan.
The family of three is grateful to Ye Chen. Compared to other people in the town, they are lucky. At the critical moment, they are saved by the martial art myth.
Quietly in January, this mortal town gradually returned to normal.
Another night, Ye Chen slept peacefully.
Tonight the stars are scattered, and occasionally a ray of starlight, slanting on Ye Chen's face through the display window, makes his eyebrows slightly wrinkled, seemingly having a terrible nightmare.
When he opened his eyes again, the clouds dangled in front of him, and the clouds gradually disappeared. As the clouds and mists gradually dissipated, a great mountain and river came into his sight. The mountains, the water, the grass, and the trees were all like memories. This is Da Chu, his hometown.
"Dream back to Da Chu." Ye Chen was so excited, stepping on nothingness, went straight to Heng Yuezong.
The big Chu of the night, peace and tranquility, the night's Jade Peak is still so beautiful.
When Ye Chen arrived, the girls were all there, embroidery, watering flowers, such as Xi Yan and Luo Xi, holding their chins with their hands and looking up at the starry sky.
Except for them, it is a little guy who is not sleepy at all, is hobbing and chasing the butterflies on the grass, sometimes calling his mother, and sometimes giggling.
It was Xiao Yefan, or two or three years old. The so-called memory also stayed in childhood. He was quite sensible when he was young. He would lie in front of a window in the middle of the night and stare out, waiting for his mother. Come back.
Ye Chen cried with a smile. It has been seventy-six years since he left. He never wanted to return. In the form of a dream, he could see his loved ones, but his loved ones could not see him.
"Daddy." When Ye Chen watched, Suddenly Xiao Ye Fan called out, the little guy was very excited, and he staggered and ran towards Ye Chen.
Ye Chen froze, can the little guy see me?
The daughters were also stunned, looking at each other, looking at this side, thinking Ye Chen was back, but they could not see anything.
During the conversation, Xiaoye Fan had already run to Ye Chen's feet, holding her head up and reaching out her hands, and milking the airway, "Daddy hugs."
"I can really see?" Ye Chen opened his mouth, and the whole man was stunned.
You know, he is now in a dream, and Ye Fan is in reality. It stands to reason that Ye Fan cannot see him, which is against the law of true fantasy.
"Daddy hugs." The little guy was still begging, interrupting Ye Chen's thoughts.
Ye Chen heard a sore nose and squatted subconsciously. For seventy-six years, Ye Chen hadn't hugged Ye Fan. He was not a competent father.
Of course, after all, he was the man of his dreams. He could not reach Ye Fan and could not hold him in his arms.
The little guy was crying, tears in his eyes.
The girls came, Chu Xuan was the fastest, and hugged Xiao Yefan. Chu Ling held the handkerchief and wiped his tears for him. He smiled softly, "Fan Erbei."
Xi Yan both squatted down, took their dolls, and coaxed the little guy, thinking that he missed his father and mother too much.
Xiaoye Fan was also sensible, but he did not cry, and looked at Ye Chen eagerly.
The girls were frowning and frowning. When they really arrived at Ye Fan, they felt a familiar atmosphere, as if someone was watching them.
"Dream through the ages." Chu Xuan Er muttered to himself.
"Ye Chen, are you?" Chu Linger hurriedly, staring in front of her, although she could not see it, she felt it, as if she knew that dreams can go back to ancient times and connect dreams with reality.
"It's me." Ye Chen laughed with tears, but they were destined not to hear.
The night gradually deepened.
Xiaoye Fan fell asleep and was carried back to the room.
The daughters, however, are sleepless.
Ye Chen hadn't left, and his imaginary body floated there, looking at it quietly. This dream seemed to be a long one, and it was enough to let him see it enough.
Suddenly, a touch of autumn wind was blowing, carrying a woman's fragrance.
In front of the window of Ye Fan's room, there was an illusory woman transfigured, reflecting the moonlight, bright and immaculate, dreamlike beauty, and carefully stunned, it was Ji Ningshuang who looked at sleeping Ye Fan. Smile.