Ye Chen galloped all the way and stopped near the dawn.

"There's no denying it. I've counselled." This guy stroked his beard and looked back subconsciously.

A word in the netherworld made him swear to himself that he would never get close to the forbidden area again. It was a terrible place.

With that, he patted the dust on his shoulder, stepped across a small stream and stepped into a vast land.

There are mountains here, but they are barren. The spiritual power of heaven and earth is thin, and there is no human being.

He did not know that there was such a desolate area in the northern mountain of xuanhuang. The earth was dry and the sand was flying.

I don't know when the three flying swords are two.

He walked all the way through the sky in a plain robe. His white hair was flying and his robe was swaying. With his long beard and emaciated figure, he was really immortal.

Many of the friars who meet him will respectfully salute him. His temperament is like a real immortal.

However, there are also a few not long eyed monks, self-sustaining strong, boasting that they are forced to rob in groups.

Their fate needless to say, there are a lot of people to come, also not enough Ye Chen a hand to suppress, robbery can not be reversed by being robbed, clothes have been stripped of all.

Ye Chen was kind and didn't hurt their lives. Since he was looking for fun, he made them happy.

On the road again, I met a lot of monks, but I didn't see any one who had great divine power. His cultivation was the highest, and he was only allowed to be holy.

However, after seeing so many people and walking such a long way, no one recognized him as the holy body.

In this regard, ye Chen only smile, this effect should be what he wants to see, dressed in this pair of gray old state, quietly do passers-by, all the way dust all the way.

As it was getting late, I saw him floating down from the night.

I don't know why, after flying for a long time, I always feel that walking on the ground is the most practical, and there is a feeling of landing at home.

His lonely, like the sand, spread wildly.

"Please do me a favor and give me a ride. I want to go home." All of a sudden, the old words ring, far away, but hear clearly.

The voice is very humble, the tone with a plea, there is a touch of sadness and crying, let people tremble.

Ye Chen walked slowly through the yellow sand.

In the distance, he saw a rickety old figure crawling on the ground, dressed in rags and gray hair.

He was an old man, or more accurately, an old monk. Although he was a monk, he only had condensation.

Looking at the annual rings, he is nearly 200 years old. It is the first time ye Chen has seen the 200 year old condensate state.

"Please do me a favor and give me a ride. I want to go home. " When ye Chen looks at it, the old monk is kneeling again, kneeling in front of the passing friars.

He is humble, such as mortals kneeling down to the immortal, no dignity, a pleading, with bitterness.

However, to his plea, passers-by directly ignore, the strong for respect, the old monk is a mole ant.

Not only did no one pay attention to it, but there were people who yelled.

The old monk's body trembled, the atmosphere did not dare to breathe, just like a dog, crawling on the ground.

When the smoke dissipated, he got up trembling, holding a bamboo stick and staggering forward.

He is too old to live much, and his vitality is broken. He has been reckoned by the growth rings, and his unique skill is only three days.

Ye Chen quietly watched, subconsciously followed the past.

The old monk's back was in great vicissitudes, and every step was very hard.

Looking at him, ye Chen is like seeing himself for a hundred years. Shouyuan is going to end, and even he has to do his best to walk.

After all, the old monk stopped, Xu was tired and nestled under an old tree, holding crutches.

The wind in the night seemed very cold, which made him curl up.

His old eyes are turbid, without the slightest light. His eyelids tremble from time to time, and he can't help falling asleep.

Ye Chen slowly forward, standing under the old tree, "old man, your home, far from here?"

"Far, far away." Speaking of home, the old monk couldn't help but wipe his tears. His voice was hoarse. "I left home when I was ten years old, and was taken away by the immortal. I just wanted to return home in good clothes, but I was in trouble on the way. Daogen was destroyed and abandoned. Year after year, in the blink of an eye for 200 years, I just want to return to my roots."

Ye Chen was silent and chatted a few words, but he could hear Lao Xiu's state of mind. He left home when he was young, but he was old when he returned home. He wanted to die on his way home. Even when he died, he could not see his hometown.

The old monk is so weak that he can't even control the sword. The world is vast and his home is too far away.

Can't help it, he slightly raised his hand, gently put it on the elder monk's younger generation, with the essence for his life extension.

It's none of his business, the cruel friar world. There are many such things, but he is willing to help the old monk.

All because of the old monk's sentence... I want to go home.

They wanted to. The old monk wanted to go home. He had left his hometown for more than 200 years.

The old monk's body trembled, staring at Ye Chen, tears in his eyes, "thank you, thank you very much."Ye Chen a smile, did not speak, the heart is 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 settled down.

Things are different, look around, there is no one familiar with people, that mood, how lonely.

The wind and sand are still blowing, the old leaves rustle.

Ye Chen is kind enough to help him in his life, but also to repair his roots and help him practice.

The old monk was very grateful. He should have done good in his last life. He met a noble man on the way.

Three or five minutes later, ye Chen gently closed his hand.

With the restoration of Daogen and holy body essence, the old monk broke through the realm and became much younger.

He crawled on the ground again, weeping and sobbing. Humanity is merciless, and there are good people in this world.

Ye Chen offered a soft force to hold up the old monk.

Then, a flying sword becomes apparent. He steps on it and laughs at the old monk, "by the way, I'll give you a ride."

Thank you very much The old monk was so excited that he wiped his tears and climbed onto the flying sword.

Flying sword clang, across the sky night, speed is extremely fast.

The old monk stood respectfully behind him, his eyes staring at one side, which was the direction of his hometown, far away.

However, those distances, as far as ye Chen is concerned, just spend more time. He is a quasi saint.

It was only at dawn that the flying sword fell in a small village.

Shanhe village is the name of the village. A stone tablet stands in front of the village, and the three characters are engraved on it.

The village is not big, and there are only 100 families. There are stone houses and one mu of rice field.

In the early morning, the village is full of vitality, smoke curls from the kitchen, farmers carrying hoes, children are playing.

They are all mortals, some monks can not imitate the simplicity, although it is vulgar, but live real and comfortable.

The old monk shivered and rushed into the village. Greedily, he looked at everything in front of him, one house, one room, and even one tree and one tree, the same as he remembered.

He's also frantically searching for relatives.

However, he found the old home, but not the people of the past, all of them were so strange.

And the people in the village looked at him with different eyes. Where did the old man come from.

The sound of wailing soon came from the junction of the village and the hill, where there were more than a dozen small tombstones.

The old monk knelt down in front of the tombstone, wailing and weeping. His parents and relatives were buried there. They didn't wait for him to come late.

All the people in the village came around. The farmer was carrying a hoe, and the woman was holding the baby. They were very confused.

After several generations, none of them knew the old monk, nor did he know why he was crying here.

Ye Chen looks at it quietly, and his sadness is also leisurely.

For ordinary people, two hundred years is too long, and he has returned to his hometown in glory, but no one knows him to laugh at him.

To miss 200 years is to miss this life. The next samsara is too long to meet again.

Ye Chen sighs and turns slowly to go on the journey again.

However, just as he was preparing to fight against the sky, Emperor Jue, who was hanging in his God sea, trembled, and trembled violently.

Ye Chen is surprised, can't help turning, eyes slightly squint, swept over the village, eyes fixed in a person.

It was a child, or an orphan. Other children were held by their parents, but he was alone. His face was black and he was holding a small wooden sword.

He also stood in the crowd and looked at the old monk with big eyes. I don't know why the old man is crying here.

Ye Chen came at once, causing villagers to look sideways.

There came an old man crying in front of the grave. This old man came again. He was very strange. I don't know who it was.

Ye Chen smiles and squats in front of the child's body and glances at a crescent pendant hanging from the child's neck.

The pendant is just a part of dijue, which is only the size of a little thumb. It is the last piece of dijue.

"Grandfather, who are you?" The child raised his head, and his voice was tender and full of curiosity.

"I'm a passer-by." Ye Chen touched the little guy's small head, laughing, kind and kind.

"What is a passer-by." The little guy's big eyes.

"A passer-by is a passer-by." Ye Chen grinned and pointed to the crescent pendant hanging on the neck of the little guy. "My grandfather is in love with this. I'll trade it with you."

Said, ye Chen took out a crystal clear fruit, fragrance overflowing, make the children's big eyes shine, the children present, big eyes are also bright.

"It looks delicious." It's so sweet. It's really sweet. I can't wait for it.

"Grandfather, I want to eat it, too." All the children are looking at the children's saliva.

"Don't blame the old people. Children are not sensible." Farmers and women laughed and hugged their children.

"No harm." Ye Chen a smile, directly carried out the bag, full of Jingying lingguo, fruity aroma."Eat it With a smile, ye Chen stepped into the hill on the back of the village, because the crescent pendant he had just bought had been integrated into the emperor Jue.

Emperor Jue is complete and has a strange divine power spreading in Shenhai. Rao is his cultivation strength, which is hard to block.

However, he had to enter the mountain to study dijue.

Behind him, there were children leaping with joy, each holding a spiritual fruit. He had never eaten such a delicious fruit.