Chapter 910

Luoyuan!

Ye Chen murmured, remembering a dream long ago.

It was in the three big contests when I dreamt of a kind old man who asked him to go to the luoshenyuan for a stick of incense.

Subconsciously, ye Chen uses the eye of the immortal wheel and opens the boundary prohibition. He steps in and stops in front of the stone tablet.

"Luoshenyuan really exists." Ye Chen stares at the stone tablet and murmurs again.

"The dream Ye Chen was in a trance and couldn't tell whether the dream was real or unreal.

It was a long time before he moved into the valley.

All the way, he looked around.

The valley is very peaceful, everywhere is full of peach blossom trees, peach blossoms flying in the sky.

It's like a village of mortals. There are rice fields, gurgling streams, country roads paved with gravel, deep flowers and trees, and rows of bamboo houses. In front of the bamboo houses, there are several hoes for farming.

Ye Chen is in a trance again. Isn't this the world he yearns for? Far away from the noise of the world, away from the chaos of the world, cultivate three or five mu of rice fields, work at sunrise, and rest at sunset, accompanied by lovers, and watch the sunset.

Quietly, ye Chen opened the bamboo door.

Bamboo house furnishings simple, tables and chairs, tea bowls are so ordinary, no spirit of the breath.

Ye Chen saw a niche card, which was wrapped with spider webs, dust left by years, full of vicissitudes of life.

My wife Yan Fei!

Through the spider web gap, ye Chen saw four ordinary ancient characters on the tablet.

Yan... Yan Fei!

Ye Chen opened his mouth and the whole person was stunned there.

Yan Fei, Chen Huang's wife, is also one of the three ancestors. He has not seen Yan Fei's real person, but has seen her stone statue.

"This is the home of Chen Huang and Yan Fei." In an instant, ye Chen really understood why.

"The old man in the dream is Ye Chen's eyes flashed the light of enlightenment. The old man in the dream is Chen Huang.

"The first ancestor is still alive, otherwise, how can I dream?" Ye Chen's thoughts are a little confused. He is jumping in his heart for his guess. It is Chen Huang, the emperor of big Chu!

"No Soon, ye Chen gently shook his head and denied his guess.

He clearly remembers that when he stepped into the quasi heaven realm that day, the demon king and the ghost King almost reached the heaven realm. If the Chen emperor was still alive, they would not be able to lead to the thunder robbery of that day.

He couldn't figure out where the dream came from since Chen Huang was dead.

Is it the mark of the remaining soul?

Ye Chen thinks about it, and feels that this guess is the most reliable, because he still cares about the fate of the earth, he falls into my dream inadvertently.

Suddenly, he brushed his hands and took out three sandalwood trees. He lit them with his fingers. He stepped forward and inserted them into the censer.

"Ye Chen, my younger generation, is here to meet two of our ancestors." Ye Chen kneels down, and the Lord of heaven kowtows three times. This is the respect of our ancestors.

I don't know when, he just quit. He didn't clean the bamboo house full of dust and cobwebs. This is the home of two ancestors. They have been dead for a long time. Everything here should be fixed in the years.

Ye Chen sits on the stone steps and looks at the peaceful world quietly.

Vaguely, he can see Chen Huang waving a hoe and Yan Fei sitting in front of the weaving frame.

At that time, he was not Chen Huang, who was the most famous imperial concubine. They were just an ordinary couple who lived a carefree life and were not trapped by the troubles in the world.

Ye Chen is fascinated, strong as Chen Huang and Yan Fei. He also yearns for the ordinary and hopes to be an ordinary couple.

However, the world's disputes, they shoulder the responsibility, the so-called ordinary, just a luxury.

Can't help, ye Chen heart produced a kind of inexplicable sadness.

Xuanchen is the emperor with the world in mind. At the moment when he put on the battle armor, he was doomed to live for the common people all his life. When he took off the battle armor, Yan Fei had passed away, but he had lost his love.

"You have nothing to do with you." Ye Chen opened his mouth, but his voice was hoarse, saying something sad.

He laughs, laughs some self mockery, the mouth sound is for Yan imperial concubine to be unfair, but he also how is inferior Chen Huang, for the world peace, for that sad world way, pours on that cold armor.

Breeze blowing, although warm, but let him curl up for a while, calm sleep.

The breeze is still blowing, messy his gray hair, hair gap, vaguely visible that face, engraved with fatigue, the stubble on the mouth, a root is left with traces of years.

I don't blame him!

The quiet Luoshen Valley, I do not know when, sounded such a ethereal voice.

That a woman's voice, gentle and soft, without earthly dirt, incomparable purity.

Suddenly, ye Chen opened his eyes and saw a woman in plain clothes sitting in front of the fabric frame not far away. Her white hair was shawl, and she was plucking silk. She was not slow. Sometimes she would lift her hand and hold a drooping hair.Ye Chen was stunned for a second, then he got up in a hurry and bowed his hands to salute, "younger Ye Chen, I have seen my predecessors."

"Life, just like this silk, is a trace, weaving out the years, leaving behind the vicissitudes." Yan imperial concubine light language, still back to Ye Chen, left an eternal picture.

"It was xuanchen who asked me to offer incense." Also, you miss Ye Yan

"I put on the armor for him and pushed him to the common people." Old things, in Yan Fei mouth, is so plain, long years, vicissitudes of life, memory is like the world of mortals, in the slow reincarnation.

"Do you regret it?" Ye Chen looks at Yan Fei quietly.

"Not for a lifetime, but for going through it. That's good." Yan Fei chuckled, took down the woven cloth, took out the thin silver needle, took down a wisp of silver, a needle and a thread, as if in making clothes.

Seeing this, ye Chen opens his mouth, but when he comes to his mouth, he never says it. He just stops in front of the bamboo house and looks at Yan Fei quietly.

I don't know when, Yan Fei's eyes become blurred, although in front of him, but as if a dream is generally far away.

The breeze blows, ye Chen's body trembles for a moment, slowly opens his eyes, and looks around in confusion.

The next second, he jumped up, suddenly looked at one side, only to see that the front of the fabric frame was empty, it was also full of spider webs, and there was no so-called Yan Fei weaving there.

Dream again?

Ye Chen murmured.

However, he suddenly felt soft and soft in his hands, and subconsciously bowed his head, only to find that it was a garment, not bright and beautiful, but a plain garment, and every stitch seemed so ordinary.

"This Ye Chenzheng is there, and his mind is in a trance, which is woven by Yan Fei in the dream.

"Lord, Yan Fei is still alive?" In the hall of tianxuanmen, the Fu cliff in front of the water curtain in the illusory sky looks at one side of the East Huang Tai Xin.

"Long gone." Donghuang Taixin whispers a smile.

"That dress..."

"Da Chu, I'm really surprised that there are still people who have realized that kind of secret art of heaven." Donghuang Taixin did not answer the question of Fu Ya, but her words were ethereal and full of profound meaning.