Chapter 1690: Deciduous root

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"Ye Chen, will you remember me?" In the midst of it, there seemed to be a tender whisper, ringing in Ye Chen's ears.
It was the daughter of Nan Mingyushu and Xuanhuang, the last words of love to him at the last moment of closing their eyes.
Three years is not a gift from God, and heaven is merciless.
Three years were exchanged for the life of a woman.
She was a beautiful lady, but she lost all her beauty and married a man named Ye Chen.
He cried with tears, his heart was piercing, as if he had swallowed Tian Ji Dan in the past, and saw Xuan Nu and Luo Xi.
He will understand why the Emperor Emperor looks at his eyes with love, and he will understand the story of the wedding dress.
It is ridiculous that he did not know until the death of life and death.
Cause and effect are the entanglement of blood and tears, but also the entanglement of love and love. In the world of red dust, never see Nan Mingyushu again.
All cause and effect, disappeared with Yan Hong's wedding dress.
"Is it worth it?" With tears in his laughter, a trembling hand reached into his body, pulling a ray of soul out of his body.
That was his soul, and also the soul of Nan Mingyushu, who was tightly held in the palm of his hand for a long time.
When the soul was out of his body, his eyes lost the last glance, like a fallen leaf, rippling in the wind of stars.
In the starry sky, a woman carrying a fairy sword stumbled, her clothes stained with blood, and behind her were a series of blood-stained footprints.
That's Chu Xuan. After fighting for more than a dozen magical generals, he died in nine lives and searched the stars. This was the only place where he found this death star.
"Ye Chen." She spoke, stepped across, and flew into the stars, holding Ye Chen in her arms.
"I can't hold it." Ye Chen smiled tiredly, her eyelids trembled, and wanted to close, she would sleep here forever.
The goddess without tears, lingering in the mist of water like beautiful eyes, condensed into frost in the moonlight, crystal clear.
Relentless and tearful, that memory of fairy light finally merged into her Shenhai. The memories of previous lives were unsealed in an instant.
Her name is Chu Xuan, Ye Chen's master, and the peak owner of Hengyue Yunvfeng. She loves her apprentice and wants to put on a wedding dress for him.
Come back, with her tears, all memories come back, carrying the past in the past and also the ancient love.
"Your tears shed for me." Ye Chen smiled tiredly and raised her hand hard to wipe the tears for her.
"Chu Xuan, this is Chu Xuan, your Xuaner is back." Chu Xuan choked, her eyes weeping and she could not cry.
The past and present, three hundred years, seem like a dream.
Before she woke up, she was lying in his arms and calling his name.
After waking up, it was he lying in her arms, with white hair, older than years, and guarding the last trace of tenderness.
"Going home, I want to go home and take me home." Ye Chen buried in Chu Xuan's arms, murmured softly, his words were vicissitudes and tired.
"Go home, I'll take you home, please, don't die." Chu Xuan's face was full of tears, and she smashed into her body. She poured herself into Ye Chen's body, and wished to continue her life for him.
Of course, no matter how hard she tried, she could not keep the vitality of his annihilation. Even if Luo Jinxian was alive, he could not save him.
"Tired." Ye Chen smiled warmly, tired to sleep.
In a word, his eyes closed slowly, and the hand that touched her cheek fell down weakly.
He never touched her cheek, and he couldn't help her to wipe off the tears and the scars on her face.
"No ... no no ....." Chu Xuan cried, hoarse, like a helpless child, begging helplessly.
Her long hair turned white and fluttered in the wind, every trace was engraved with vicissitudes and endless pain.
God is coming with the Nine Emperors, and the words stop and they just sigh.
The sword gods, Donghuang Taixin and Jiang Taixu also came, but they stopped silently outside Baizhang and couldn't help sighing.
The sky was full of light, and Xie Yun, Xiong Er, Yang Dingtian, and Da Chu monks all came, their faces pale.
Each fist was soaked in blood, and every pair of eyes was covered with blood .... Ye Chen was dead.
"Ye Chen." The call of choking came from afar, resounding through the starry sky, all shadows, and tears.
They were Shangguan Yuer, Bi You, Lin Shihua, and Haotian Shiyue. They came out of the mysterious realm of heaven and heard bad news.
Before reaching the starry sky, they collapsed to the ground, tears couldn't stop flowing, and heartache forgot the years.
"You said, you want to marry us." Amami's tears struck Amami's cheek, which made people sad and pitiful.
The starry sky is dead and silent. Time seems to freeze in this moment. She hugs him, motionless, like a statue.
It was a real joke, she remembered, but he was dead.
The past life missed three years and three years, a great reincarnation, and a mistake was another three hundred years. This miss was missed.
Suddenly, the ancient tunes sounded, full of desolation and starry sky, as if they were seeing off for a world hero.
Everyone who smelled it sullen and couldn't help grief.
The of war who was so angry that it fell into the sky eventually fell into the years.
The so-called immortal myth is, after all, just a legend.
The breeze blew, and his body turned into a flying ash, rippling in the starry sky, flying with the quicksand and submerging into the Xinghe.
Chu Xuan's eyes were dull, she had no love for life, and she was in the Tao, just like when the red dust died, Chu Lingyu was in Tao.
Dong Huang took a shot with her heart, banned her, and pushed her into a dreamland with her supernatural powers.
Maybe she did something cruel.
Ye Chen died, and she lived in the world, is a torture, can go with him, is her best destination.
Of course, she can't die. When she was a child, she was exactly like Ruo Xisheng. Her existence was related to the secrets of ancient times.
Chu Xuan is sealed, Ye Chen dissipates, dust returns to dust, and soil returns to soil.
There was only a ray of soul, freed from his hands, and fluttered in the wind.
It was the soul of Nan Mingyushu, who was left in this world.
The king sighed, raised his hand slightly, and held her soul.
Vaguely, in that soul, there is the shadow of Nan Mingyushu, wearing a wedding dress, dancing gracefully, looking back and smiling.
There was tears in Xuanhuang's eyes. His expression was getting older. He was the emperor of Chu, but he was not a good father.
Returning home, full of pain, Xi Yan was holding a jade pot with Ye Chen's ashes inside, crying all the way.
The fallen leaves returned to the roots, and he wanted to go home, which was a dying wish.
A small grave was erected on the Jade Peak.
All glory, all glory, all legends, all myths are buried in the small tomb.
This is his destination, where he sleeps endlessly.
"Life after life, we are all guarding you." The girls laughed with tears in their wedding dresses, with the tenderness of their wives.
Da Chu, full of white silk, all the descendants put on filial piety for him. He is a senior, and he has brought light to future generations.
Every mountain peak stood with this figure. The old man sighed, the young man was decadent, and he looked at the direction of Heng Yuezong quietly.
In the years to come, monks from Dachu will most likely sprinkle a piece on the ground before drinking to sacrifice for him.
After the war, the barrier between Da Chu and the heavens was removed.
The legend of Da Chu is spread all over the stars, and everything they do for the heavens is also treated as a story and told to the world.
The monks of heaven came together just to look at Chu.
This is the land, the people of this land, who once gave birth to Wancang, built a Scarlet Wall.
"Is this your hometown?" Under Heng Yuezong, Bei Sheng's eyes were blurred, lingering around the kettle, turning into tears.
Nandi, Dragon Robber, Little Ape Emperor, and Yak also came and stopped at the foot of the mountain, looking sad and silent for a long time.
In the old days, they all knew that he was a man with a story.
However, he did not expect that his story was so long, all the way through the wind and dust, facing the long rivers and going forward alone.
The second volume, "The Realms of the Heavens," has ended, and the third volume, "Six Reincarnations," is about to open.