Zhuxian Town in the morning is warm and warm.
In the crowd, ye Chen came with his clothes in his hand. His old friends died one after another, but he could not stop his fortune telling mind. He was accompanied by the restaurant and the worn-out tables and chairs.
Thirty six years later, he is also old, with gray hair and long beard.
At the moment, there is no need to change face, he is a real old man, wasted time, also can not cover his old state, one day, he will return to his roots.
Old people, the brain is also more and more muddled, sitting there, always dull.
Even if someone came, he didn't know.
At the moment, you stand in front of the pure water, is it clear
Hearing the sound, ye Chen raised his head and saw a familiar cheek.
That's the goddess of the moon and stars, the one in the previous life.
Speaking of her, always reminds people of another person: ye Xingchen. At that time, ye Xingchen made a lot of noise for her. However, nature made people. They wanted to be ordinary, but because of the sword of killing immortals, their marriage was broken.
At that time, the bloody scene, ye Chen still remembers, bloody Ye Xingchen, lying in the arms of the star moon saint, how miserable the picture is.
"It's really you." Although Ye Chen is old-fashioned, she recognized her as a friar at a glance. She never thought that she would be surprised to see the tenth emperor of the great Chu in a mortal ancient star, which is far away from her hometown.
"Don't be hurt." Ye Chen smiles mildly, and it's no surprise that she's here to see the goddess of the stars and the moon. Now she's like the Dragon five of those years. Longwu is looking for the Oriental jade spirit, and she's also looking for her reincarnated Ye Xingchen. As like as two peas,
, the moon and the holy woman laughed, and the mist in her eyes, and looked at Ye Chen as if he was staring at him. Ye Xing Chen was the same as the king of the leaf. He looked exactly like the old one, and looked at the leaf Chen, looking at Ye Xingchen in the same year.
Three or five seconds later, she quickly wiped out her tears, wondering, "how can the LORD be here, how can you be so old, and what are your accomplishments? What about the origin and blood? "
"To transform everything into practice." Ye Chen said with a smile.
"No wonder." The goddess of the stars and the moon can see the seal in Ye Chen's body. It is rare in the world to see the seal in Ye Chen's body. With her current practice, she can't solve it.
"Take a rest when you are tired." Ye Chen sighed, the face of the virgin of Xingyue is really haggard. To find Ye Xingchen, most of them have been on the road. Unfortunately, so many reincarnated people have found Ye Xingchen, but there is no Ye Xingchen. There are Dao Huang, Ouyang Wang, Dugu Ao, nangongyue, huwa, shenxuanfeng... Too many people, even he himself, do not know where those great Chu heroes have been reincarnated and whether they are still alive In the world.
"I'll find it." The goddess of stars and moon smiles with tears, which is her lifelong belief.
Old friends meet, also only a few words.
Before nightfall, the goddess of the moon and stars left, and set foot on the journey to find Ye Xingchen. Her beautiful back, in the years of wind and dust, is particularly lonely.
Ye Chen also left, carrying fortune telling clothes, to the small garden.
Many years after that, he lived like this, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, like a walking corpse without emotion. Every day, he repeated the same thing.
Time is like a knife, and ten years.
After the death of the Han Emperor, the new emperor succeeded to the throne. It was also an order of amnesty for the whole world. It covered every ancient city and was considered as the king of benevolence and righteousness. At least, there was no excessive collection.
For ten years, ye Chen has never been out of Zhuxian Town. No matter in spring, autumn, winter or summer, ye Chen has never been absent. For all kinds of people, he divines fortunes, killers, assassins, princes and generals, and farmers and hunters. Through the vicissitudes of the world, he has seen many human forms.
The times are changing, he is also changing, more and more old.
On the busy street, an old and a small road figure, very eye-catching.
They are Yang Fan and Xiao Yang Lan.
Yes, Yang Fan is also old, and the only constant is Xiao Yang Lan. Who would have thought that the little girl would be Yang Fan's sister. In the eyes of the world, she is just like a child who is not old to be eroded by years. She will never grow up. She will always be two or three years old.
As sensible as she was, she came to send baozi to Ye Chen.
Ye Chen smiles gently, like a kind grandfather.
Ten years later, this little girl, most of the time, can't remember who her parents are, and the seal in her body is still not loose. The sealed Tiansha Life Grid seems to be in a deep sleep.
They left and went out of town to worship their parents.
At the end of the 50th year, the evil spirit came and sealed Qi's reincarnation, who was about to die of illness, with great magic power. Then, he disappeared again. He did not even leave a word before he left.
In the 60th year, she invited someone to come to the Moon Palace. She was the ninth leader of the palace. She came to pay homage to Xia LAN. She was also a woman of extraordinary beauty. However, she was destined to live a lonely life.
In the 70th year, a new generation of Wulin alliance leader came to visit him. He was offended and asked for advice. He was defeated in a mess. Then, he abandoned his martial arts and lived in seclusion in the mountains.In the 70th year, Yang Fan, with a smile, walked on the road of huangquan. He was holding Ye Chen's hand tightly when he was dying. It was Ye Chen who changed his life. If he had not been taken in at that time, he would have died of starvation in the street, and there would have been no more children and grandchildren today.
The moment he closed his eyes, Xiao Yang Lan was crying.
Ye Chen turns around, speechless, and walks out of the room with the old step.
At that time, it was Yang Ge Lao who he sent away.
Now, it is he who sent Yang Fan away.
He is really an old monster. He has lived and died for two generations. Even the emperor of the Han Dynasty has changed three. His old back reflects the vicissitudes of time.
Ten years of spring and autumn, ten years of winter and summer, ten years of flowers wither and bloom.
Blink of an eye, it is another 30 years. It has been nearly 100 years since he came to kill Xianzhen.
This one hundred years is the life of mortals.
Ye chenjing sits at the fortune teller's desk and looks around. There are no more than half of his contemporaries in the bustling street. Year after year, he sees them with his own eyes and dies one by one. In the dead of the night, he will bring up good wine, take paper money, and run to the grave to worship, talk to old friends, and talk to them about the present generation.
Zhuxian Town is still Zhuxian Town in those years.
His existence, however, is a good illustration of what is the difference between man and nature.
This moment, he laughed, smile is very vicissitudes.
This moment, he really understood, understood the meaning of the king of man, personally experienced the life of ordinary people, only then understood the true meaning of Tao.
The earthly way is also the way, and that is the human way.
He had an epiphany, penetrated the human way, the old state of mind, and nirvana again.
In the process of transformation, as a half immortal, he really touched the bottleneck of the great sage. As long as the evil devil untied the seal, he would be able to establish himself as a great saint. This is his fate. This opportunity was given by the king of man. This practice is more precious than that of Tu di.
All of a sudden, the sky and the earth began to snow, and the white cage was twilight.
People on the street are carrying hands to leave in a hurry. When passing by Ye Chen, they don't forget to stop. I wish Ye Chen would close his stall earlier and go home to warm up. Don't be damaged by freezing.
Ye Chen gently waved his hand, not cold, is old, also tired, waiting for a hundred years, no longer want to move the pace, tired of him, powerless lying on the table, closed his eyes, let the heavy snow fly, let the cold wind, towering, falling snow, dyed his clothes white, but the traces of the vicissitudes of life, but also can not cover.
In the snow, a wisp of wind blows, carrying the fragrance of women.
Ye Chen knows that the woman in the dream has come again.
Even, he could clearly feel that she was sitting at the fortune teller's desk.
"It's snowing." In the dream, the woman's lips are light, and the words are clear and beautiful. They are like the sounds of nature in the sky and the ethereal fairy music. Every note is full of women's tenderness.
In the whole body, the old leaves trembled.
Only because, in the dream woman this sentence, he hears.
Only because, in the dream woman's voice, incomparably familiar, already engraved in the soul.
He suddenly raised his head, staring at the opposite, the dream of the woman, is from the dream, a little bit of reality, such as carved out of thin air, carved out the face of a prosperous age, carved out the unique style of her, white hair, than the falling snow, more holy, like a fairy, do not eat human fireworks, do not provoke the earthly dust, the United States is dreamlike.
"Taoist friend, can you calculate marriage with me?" Her eyes, with tears.
"Good!" Ye Chen cried and laughed.