Chapter 1582: I want to go home

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Ye Chen ran all the way and stopped near dawn.
"Admittedly, I persuaded." This bearded his beard and glanced back subconsciously.
The phrase Huang Quanzhong made him secretly swear that he would never approach the restricted area again, which was a terrible land.
Then, he patted the dust on his shoulders, stepped over a small river, and stepped into a vast land.
There are mountains here, but they are barren. The heavens and the earth are sparse and uninhabited, and the eyes are desolate.
He didn't know that there was such a desolate area in the Xuanhuang Beiyue, the earth was cracking, and the sand was flying.
I don't know when I saw two or three silhouetted swords flying by, all of them monks, and all of them were not high.
He was dressed in a plain robe and walked all the way to the sky. His white hair fluttered, his robe swayed, his beard, and thin figure were really imposing.
Many monks on the road met him with respect and salute. His temperament was as immortal.
However, there are also a few short-sighted monks who are self-sustaining, brave, and robbed.
Needless to say their end, many people came, not enough Ye Chen to suppress with one palm, the robbery could not be robbed, and their clothes were burnt out.
Ye Chen was still kind and did not hurt their lives. If he was looking for joy, he made them joy.
On the road again, there were a lot of monks on the road, but no great magical person was seen, the highest cultivation, and only holy.
However, after seeing so many people and walking so long, no one recognized him as the Eucharist.
In this regard, Ye Chen only smiled slightly, this effect should be what he wanted to see, wearing this old state, silently passing by, all the way all the way to dust all the way.
It was getting late, and I saw him drift down from the supper.
I do not know why, after flying for a long time, I always feel the most practical way to walk on the ground, there is a feeling of falling to the ground.
In the vast earth, he was like a preacher ascetic, and the raging yellow sand could not hide his shadow of loneliness.
"I beg your predecessors, please, take me for a ride, and I want to go home." Suddenly, there were old words sounding far apart, but they could hear clearly.
The voice was very low, with a cry of pleading, and a sad and crying voice, making people tremble.
Ye Chen walked slowly through the raging yellow sand.
In the distance, he saw an old figure limping on the ground, ragged and gray-haired.
That was an old man, more precisely an old monk. Although he was a monk, he had only a condensed spirit.
Looking at the growth rings, it is almost two hundred years old, and the two hundred years old condensed atmosphere, Ye Chen is the first to see.
"I beg your predecessors, please, take me for a ride. I want to go home." When Ye Chen was watching, the old monk was kneeling again, kneeling to the passing monk.
He is humble, like a mortal kneeling on a fairy, without dignity, begging sentence by sentence, with bitterness.
Of course, when he begged him, people passing by ignored it. The strong were respected, and the old monk was an ant.
Not only did no one answer, there were people who spoke out.
The old monk's body shivered, and the atmosphere did not dare to breathe, just like a dog, stumbled to the ground.
Waiting for the smoke to dissipate, he stood up tremblingly, hugged a bamboo stick, and walked forward.
He is too old, life is not much, the vitality collapses, has been calculated by annual rings, it will never live for three days.
Ye Chen watched quietly, followed subconsciously.
The back of the old monk was vicissitudes, and every step was very difficult.
Looking at him, Ye Chen is like seeing himself for a hundred years, Shou Yuan will end, and he will have to use all his strength to walk.
After all, the old monk stopped, Xu was tired, and nestled under an old tree, holding a cane.
The night wind seemed cold, making him unable to hold back.
His old eyes were cloudy, no light was seen, and his eyelids shook from time to time, and he couldn't help falling asleep.
Ye Chen approached slowly and stood under the old tree. "Old man, is your home far away?"
"Far, far." Speaking of home, the old monk couldn't help but wipe his tears, and his voice was hoarse. "I left the house when I was ten years old and was taken away by the fairy. I just wanted to return the clothes to my hometown. Dao Gen is ruined and abandoned. Year after year, in a blink of two hundred years, I just want the leaves to return to the roots. "
Ye Chen silently, a few words, but can hear the mood of old Xiu, sad and helpless, left home a little while, but already old when returning home, to die on the way home, to death, can not look at home.
The old monk was too weak, only condensed air, not even the royal sword, the world was vast, and his home was too far away.
Could not help, he slightly raised his hand, gently placed on the older monk junior, using Jingyuan to extend his life for him.
This is none of his business, the cruel monk world, these things are more gone, but he is willing to help the old repair.
Everything is due to the old monk's sentence ... I want to go home.
The two wanted to, the old monk wanted to go home, but he didn't want to, he also left his hometown for more than two hundred years.
The old monk trembled, staring at Ye Chen with tears in his eyes, "Thank you, thank you seniors."
Ye Chen smiled, did not speak, and was sad.
This sadness is for the old monk. When he returns home, it will be another kind of desolation. His father and mother are no longer there, and his relatives have already fallen into the ground for peace.
Things are right and wrong, looking around, no one is familiar, how lonely that state of mind should be.
The wind and sand remained, the old leaves rustling.
Ye Chen was kind, and while renewing his life, he also repaired his roots and helped him cultivate.
The old monk was grateful for this. This should be the goodness of his last life. In return, he met a nobleman on the road.
Three or five minutes later, Ye Chen gently closed his palm.
Dao Gen repair, together with the Eucharist, the old monk broke through the realm, and he was much younger.
He stumbled to the ground again, crying and crying, the humane was ruthless, and there are good people in this world.
Ye Chen sacrificed soft power and lifted the old monk.
Then, a flying sword manifested, he stepped on one step, and smiled at the old monk, "Stop, take you for a ride."
"Thank you senior." The old monk was so excited that he wiped away his tears and climbed up to Feijian.
Fei Jian screamed and crossed the midnight, very fast.
The old monk stood respectfully behind him, and his old eyes stared at one side, which was the direction of his hometown, far away.
However, for those distances, as far as Ye Chen is concerned, it takes nothing more than time. He is a quasi-sage.
Until 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 characters are engraved on it.
The village is not large, and there are only a hundred families. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, all are stone houses, and there are one mu of rice fields.
The village in the early morning was full of vigor, the smoke was cooking, the farmer was carrying a hoe, and the children were playing around.
They are all mortals, with simplicity that monks can't imitate. Although crude, they are real and free.
The old monk shivered and rushed into the village. He looked greedily at everything in front of him, one room, one room, and even a tree and a tree, as he remembered.
He was also madly searching for his loved ones.
However, when he found his old home, he couldn't find the old people, all of them were so strange.
And the people in the village looked at him with a strange look. Where did the old man come from?
The howling came quickly, from the junction of the village and the hill, where there were a dozen small tombstones.
The old monk knelt in front of the tombstone, wept loudly, and the old tears crisscrossed, where his father and mother and relatives were buried. He arrived late, and they did not wait.
Everyone in the village came around. The farmer was holding a hoe, and the farmer woman was holding the baby. They were all confused.
Between them, several generations passed, and none of them knew the old monk, and wondered why he was crying here.
Ye Chen watched quietly, and sadness came into being.
As far as mortals are concerned, for two hundred years, he was considered to be returning to his hometown, but no one familiar with him laughed for him.
If I missed it for 200 years, I would have missed this life. The next cycle is too long to meet again.
Ye Chen sighed, turned slowly, and went on the journey again.
Of course, just as he was preparing to imperial heaven, the emperor who hangs in his sea of ​​God trembled, and it was trembling terribly.
Ye Chen was amazed, turning around, eyes narrowed, sweeping across the village, his eyes fixed on one person.
It was a child, or an orphan. Everyone else had a parent hug, but he was solitary. His face was black and white, and he held a small wooden sword.
He also stood in the crowd, staring at the old monk with big eyes, wondering why the old man was crying here.
Ye Chen approached immediately, causing villagers to look sideways.
An old man is crying in front of the grave. This old man is very strange. I do n’t know who it is.
Ye Chen smiled, squatted in front of the child, and glanced at the crescent pendant hanging on the child's neck.
The pendant is part of the emperor's emperor, only the size of the little finger, which is the last piece of the emperor's emperor.
"Grandpa, who are you!" The child raised his head, his voice was tender and full of curiosity.
"I'm a passerby." Ye Chen touched the little guy's head and laughed kindly and kindly.
"What is a passer." The little boy flickered with big eyes.
"Passing is just ... passing." Ye Chengan laughed and pointed to the crescent pendant hanging on the neck of the little guy. "Grandpa sees this, I'll change it with you."
Speaking of this, Ye Chen took out a crystal clear spiritual fruit, overflowing with fragrance, which caused the children's big eyes to shine, and the children present also had big eyes.
"It looks delicious." The child took off the crescent pendant, hugged Linguo, and couldn't wait to take a sip. It was indeed sweet and the smile was bright.
"Grandpa, I also want to eat." A group of children stared at Ye Chen, drooling.
"No wonder the old people, little children, not sensible." Farmers and peasants laughed and hugged the children.
"Anyway." Ye Chen smiled and drew out the bag directly.
"Let's eat it!" Ye Chen smiled, and stepped into the hill against which the village was back, because the crescent pendant that had just been exchanged had been incorporated into the emperor's coffin.
The emperor's emperor was complete, and there was a strange divine power spreading in the Shenhai. Rao was his cultivation strength, and it was difficult to stop.
Helpless, he had to go into the mountains to study the emperor.
Behind, the children were full of capers, each holding a spiritual fruit, never eating such a delicious fruit.