Chapter 338

Qingtian Town, thousands of miles of clear sky, spring sprouts. Today is a beautiful day in spring.

In front of a three-story private school, ye Xuan turned into a middle-aged man and lay safely on the rocking chair. He was bathed in the rare spring sunshine. He seemed to really integrate into his mortal identity, and his body was full of elegance from time to time. At a glance, people felt that he was a man with profound knowledge.

"Uncle Ye, han'er has come back to see you."

A strong young man suddenly appeared in front of Ye Xuan. According to his cultivation, he was an immortal on the ninth floor of Qi refining. As long as he took one step, he could step into the foundation period and enter the ranks of immortals.

Ten years later, once a child has turned into a young man. According to his appearance, he is six points similar to his father, the same integrity, the same simplicity and simplicity.

Ye Xuan got up from the rocking chair and said with a kind smile on his face: "you have been away for three years, but your eldest brother and sister-in-law are worried. If it is not for the rampant practice of immortals outside, I'm afraid your parents will have to catch you back and beat you up."

Ye Xuan's slightly scolding words embarrassed Li han'er's face, and then laughed and said, "Uncle Ye, you know han'er best. Now the great world is respected by immortals. Han'er secretly ran away from home three years ago and went out to study martial arts, but he was afraid that my parents were worried about me."

"Shanshan, come and see my Uncle Ye."

On one side of Li han'er's body, a picturesque girl appeared behind him, with a sense of shyness on her face. She saluted Ye Xuan and said, "Yang Shanshan has seen Uncle Ye."

"Ha ha!"

Looking at the girl in front of him, ye Xuan laughed and said, "good boy, I've really grown up. It seems that Uncle Ye, I'm going to drink your wedding wine."

As ye Xuan's voice fell, the girl's face was very shy. She hid behind Li han'er and made Li han'er laugh. Her eyes were full of happiness.

Ten years later, Li han'er's home has taken on a new look, and a very spacious quadrangle has been built. At the moment, ye Xuan is pushing cups and changing lamps with Li Shan and his wife in the courtyard, while Li han'er and the girl sit on the side with each other, making laughter from time to time.

In the past ten years, ye Xuan has no other hobbies, except for the strong liquor brewed by Li Shan. If he doesn't drink two glasses a day, he will always feel that he is missing something.

Time flies. In the past ten years, Lu Xin's once indifferent temperament has disappeared and becomes more and more like a mortal. He knows this change, but he can vaguely feel that he is undergoing a transformation of germplasm.

"Han'er, you haven't been at home these years. Your Uncle Ye has helped your parents a lot. This quadrangle is also funded and built by your Uncle Ye. When your Uncle Ye gets old, you should be as filial to your parents as you are to your Uncle Ye." Li Shan blushed and lectured Li han'er.

"Dad, you have said it more than ten times. When Han Er returns this time, he doesn't intend to go and serve you with Shanshan." Li han'er said solemnly.

"Han'er, you have a simple heart and are not suitable for this cruel world. Uncle Ye is very relieved that you can stay with your parents." Ye Xuan spoke softly.

Hearing Ye Xuan's words, Li han'er said with a bitter smile: "Uncle Ye, the outside world is very wonderful, but han'er has self-knowledge. I'm afraid he can't enter the golden elixir period in his life. Han'er is also deeply afraid of dying outside one day and will never see you again."

"You're talking nonsense. What's dead? As long as you can come back." Sister-in-law Li scolded loudly. Over the past ten years, she has also become a lot older, with some white hair on her temples.

The family banquet was finally over. A few months later, under the witness of Ye Xuan and Li Shan, Li han'er also married the girl. On that day, ye Xuan drank a lot and was deeply drunk. He was personally helped back to his residence by Li han'er.

It's just that the drunken Ye Xuan can't speak clearly and keeps talking about some strange words, which also makes Xiao han'er a little surprised, because what ye Xuan reads in his mouth makes his cultivation have a faint feeling of breakthrough. When this feeling fades, Li han'er can only be regarded as his own illusion.

Ordinary people's daily life is always repeated every day. Li han'er and his wife built a quadrangle next to Lu Xin's residence. Li han'er also opened a martial arts school. It's easy to teach some children martial arts with his cultivation of refining Qi on the ninth floor.

Time flies, time passes.

People will die, not to mention the fragile life of ordinary people. This is the way of reincarnation of heaven and earth, and no one can change it.

Fifty years later!

Ye Xuan has white hair and wrinkles on his face. His straight spine has been bent, and his body is full of the feeling of sunset.

On this day, there were endless cries. Bai Ling hung all over Li's house. Li Shan died in peace. As his coffin cover was slowly pushed up, Li han'er and his wife sobbed, and their daughter kept crying for Grandpa.

Aunt Li turned into a white haired old woman. She seemed very calm about her husband's death, as if she had expected that such a day would come.

"Brother ye, we are all old. It seems that it won't be long before we can reunite underground." Sister-in-law Li made a hoarse sound with a crutch.

"Cough!"

Ye Xuan coughs constantly, which also makes Li han'er constantly stroking Lu Xin's back, trying to alleviate Ye Xuan's pain.

"People will die. Please forgive me for my loss." Ye Xuan's voice is very old.

……

It was snowy at dusk and cold in heaven and earth. It was a huge wind and snow that covered the whole Qingtian town. During Ye Xuan's 70 years of mortal career, this scene of wind and snow trapped in the town appeared for the second time. When ye Xuan first appeared, it was also when ye Xuan first came to Qingtian town.

Years are like a knife, cutting off Tianjiao. Ye Xuan forgets a lot and gets a lot. His once name is forgotten by him. He doesn't know who ye Xuan is or who the East pole emperor is.

His name is Ye Fan, leaf of leaf, ordinary fan. He is just an ordinary teacher, drifting in the world of mortals.

This year's wind and snow is particularly heavy. The snow on the streets is several feet thick. All the people in Qingtian town have disappeared in the streets. They live alone at home, bake a stove and drink a few cups of warm spirits, just like every wind and snow attack.

Ye Xuan's residence is in a three story private school.

Several stoves were burning, and the whole house was red. Ye Xuan was wearing a heavy leather jacket to keep warm by the stove. A girl surrounded him innocently, swinging his arm from time to time and calling grandpa Ye Xuan.

"Sisi, go back to bed. Don't disturb grandpa ye any more."