Chapter 1882

"What." Ye Chen's eyes were slightly narrowed and murmured to himself. Originally, he wanted to go in and have a look at it, but he still forgot.

A black hole is not a good place. It's better not to go out unless you have to.

"Gone." Zhou Yi's clothes are not like the wind.

The son of the Eastern Emperor, like a mortal, has no friar breath to reveal. He has collected his sharp edge in the invisible, and has long been back to nature.

Ye Chen received her eyes from the black hole, and then looked at Nanming jade gargle. According to her speed, she still needs some time to concentrate.

If it is not coincidentally, the Tao is in trouble, then it needs to be integrated with the Tao, and the time spent is uncertain.

He is very understanding, turned into a separate body, a person here is quite depressed, leave it here to chat.

"Don't worry about it. She likes to hear it." Before he left, he did not forget to take a picture of himself.

"Not serious." Yu Shu scolded, if it was not the soul body at the moment, he would run out and kick him.

Ye Chen doesn't think so, shaking his head and flying away.

As soon as he left, he picked up his sleeves and rubbed his hands to prepare for a big spray. He had Ye Chen's urine.

He knows a lot about the so-called yellow jokes?

However, as soon as he went up, before he could speak, he was scolded by Nan Ming Yu. He said, "go away.".

Separated embarrassed, holding hands squatting under the tree, two eyes glint, thinking, how to complete the task assigned by the emperor.

On this side, ye Chen has left the ancient city and headed for the South Chu.

People flying in the sky are all open-minded, he can be good, all the way closed his eyes, also not afraid to hit the mountains.

It is obvious that he is understanding the holy war Dharma, and in many years to come, he will point to it and mix up.

The divine treasure of Emperor Huang is a treasure, a secret art. Which one is not a hanging blow to the sky, such as a bully, such as turning the universe into dust, such as the holy war Dharma body at this moment.

Xu is so absorbed in his understanding that he has forgotten the time.

Even after flying for three days, he was still in BeiChu. According to his flying, he couldn't go back for hundreds of years.

On the night of the ninth day, a roar rang through the world.

Hit, this time really hit, a towering mountain, board board is whole, Leng is hit by him scattered.

When the mountain was hit, he was naturally awakened and embarrassed. He patted the dust on his body while stepping on the gravel.

Thanks to the lack of spirit in that mountain peak, if there is one, I will scold you. If I ask you to offend you, I will bump into you if you run straight.

Ye Chen still wants to scold? It's the same peak. You're outstanding. You should be bumped by Laozi when you are so tall.

In the heart stomach Fei, he brushed the hand to sacrifice the transmission domain gate, by flies back to the South Chu, unless the brain is kicked by the donkey.

However, he did not step into the domain gate, but subconsciously turned his head, swept to one side, and saw that he was in a trance.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a small village. To be more precise, it is a small village without any one. It is already dilapidated.

"Fate?" Ye Chen smile, smile with a touch of grief, eyes still have crystal clear tears in the twinkling.

Suddenly, he raised his feet and appeared in front of the village.

There, standing a stone tablet, mottled by wind and sand, can barely see the words on it: mountain stone village.

Although the three words were vague, in his eyes, they were extremely dazzling. His soul was in sharp pain and his body could not help shaking.

For a long time, he stood in front of the stone tablet like a monument.

Visible, his deep eyes, full of tears, is already full of tears, tears flowing into the heart.

He didn't speak at all and lifted his feet. Walk in slowly.

The village is not big. Most of them are stone houses. Most of them have collapsed, and the stone road under them has cracked. Weeds and moss grow in the cracks.

He is like a tourist, walking and watching all the way.

this is a small village with a simple folk style. It is often seen in the mill and water tank. Under the eaves, there are hoes and shovel, and the tools needed to cultivate them are very rough.

The wind and sand stirred his white hair and clothes.

In the same way, the wind also blew out the bones in the half covered sand. I don't know how many years and why they died. But if the corpse is exposed here, it must not be a dead end.

He knelt down, his hands trembling, in a piece of land, constantly blowing away layers of dust, as if looking for something.

This is a strange picture. Looking at the emperor to be of tianxuanmen, they look astonished. Who would have thought that in the middle of the night, the holy master of heaven ran to the mortal village to dig a pit.

"Maybe we found the baby." The old man pinched his moustache and said, "see, I'm moved to cry."

As for his conjectures, the emperor Zhun directly farted.

They still know ye Chen, ye Chen's manner at the moment is obviously in pain, the kind of bone marrow pain.

But they wonder, a dilapidated mortal small village, and ye Chen and what relationship, actually such a gaffe.

Under people's attention, ye Chen picked out two skeletons from the dust, and held them in his hands with trembling arms.Under the moon night, a bean big tears, dripping on the skeleton, it is Ye Chen's tears, dripping all over his face.

With a ray of fairy light flying out of his hand, two skeletons turned into ashes and floated into two urns.

Holding two urn, he went to a stone house not far away, and gently pushed open the broken wooden door.

The stone house is dark and simple, with only a stone table, a few stone chairs, a soil Kang and a straw mat.

The only wooden table is set against the houses, standing against the wall, covered with heavy dust. There is a censer on it, and there is also a portrait of a God on the wall. The portrait is yellow. It is hard to see who is worshipped, but it must be the immortal in the eyes of ordinary people. Worship them, pray for the wind and rain, and pray for the health of the family.

Stone house is more spider web, layer by layer, there is no human smoke, even the spider has disappeared.

Can be such a dilapidated dark small stone house, but make ye Chen more tears, flow also can not finish.

He put the two urns in his arms on the table, burned three musks and put them in the censer.

After that, he just stepped back and knelt on the ground. His words choked and said, "Dad, mother, baby is back."

The sound of parents, hoarse vicissitudes, full of tears.

This sound, parents, listen to the tianxuanmen would-be emperor, are a face muddled, plot reversal beyond expectations.

"What a surprise Donghuang too heart long words.

"Really his parents?" The emperor Zhun tried his best.

"If it's fake, it will be changed." Dong Huang Tai Xin gently brushed her hand and offered a water curtain. What she saw was the picture of the village, not at the moment, but at that time.

The scenery of the village is beautiful, and the scenery of the village is very beautiful.

Through the water curtain, the emperor Zhun could still hear the sound.

They are all mortals, ordinary, wearing coarse linen clothes, eating plain food, but very happy.

However, all this comfort was broken in one night: the village was robbed and killed mercilessly.

All the would-be emperors were silent. They didn't know ye Chen's family in his previous life and such experiences. They did not expect that the invincible God of war and his parents were so ordinary.

In the stone house, ye Chen is still kneeling on the ground, sobbing and showing the true feelings, which is hard to imitate.

Yes, this is his home in his previous life. The ashes in the pot are his parents. He was robbed in his previous life. No one in the village, including his parents, was killed. Only when he ran to the mountains for fun did he escape.

Those pictures were all from wangxiangtai.

Even in the previous life, he was also his father and mother. The blood was thicker than the water. Therefore, he could find out the skeleton of his father and mother, and the blood vessels that could not be erased by any strength.

This is his root. His parents have been away for a long time.

But he came too late and missed a reincarnation.

Childhood, countless nights, he huddled in the haystack crying, calling his parents, with a weak body, desperately from the wild dog mouth to eat.

As he said to Haotian XuanZhen in those years, his childhood was dark. People were so hungry that they could eat their own children. There were too many pictures, and death was engraved in his soul.

Seeing the ugliness of human nature, he hated heaven so much, but he also pitied all living beings. Li in the world suffered too much pain.

Dark stone house, he cried into tears, repressed a reincarnation emotion, and finally broke out in this instant.

What about the God of heaven and the invincible God of war? He is also a man and the child of his parents.

Unfortunately, he couldn't see his parents any more. There were only the two pots of ashes that carried all his childhood dreams.

This should be a cause and effect, the cause of the previous life, the fruit of this life, no matter how great his magic power is, he can't call back his parents.

Everything, in the mountain village of the past life, turned into the dust of history, buried in the years, eternal frame.