Chapter 2937

"Refining, refining for me."

Under the moon, the top of the Jade Maiden peak is full of Ye Chen's low roar. He is really crazy. He will mobilize the source regardless of the cost. If he does not refine the broken sword and small fragments, he will not give up.

It is because of his madness that no one dares to disturb him.

The top of the mountain seems to have become a forbidden area. When the girls come up, they all want to stop talking. The husband and father, no matter which identity, are enough to make him crazy. It seems that this mission has become an immortal obsession.

This night, Ye Fan went out of the house, holding Yang Lan's tablet, and quietly left the Jade Maiden peak. Before leaving, he also took a look at Ye Chen.

He went to Zhuxian Town. He wanted to send Yang Lan's memorial tablet to the Yang family. He also had to take Yang Lan's memorial tablet to the late father-in-law and his mother-in-law to apologize. It was because he failed to protect their daughter.

He left, Ji ningshuang did not stop, go out for a turn, if time can efflorescence memory, then use that vicissitudes of life, to desalinate this section of pain.

The next day, Ye Ling also left, leaving a letter, wearing the cloak that her mother sent her.

At night, her white hair was fluttering, and her back was engraved with vicissitudes that were not commensurate with her age.

She first came to tianxuanmen and entered Lingxiao hall.

Hum! Hum!

The Lingxiao hall trembled slightly. It seemed that she was puzzled and distressed. When ye Ling left, she was not like this. How could the little girl, who was bouncing and weird, become such a common blood vessel, with her accomplishments still alive, but without her origin.

This is nothing, mainly her figure, engraved with injuries and sadness, this is what kind of blow, just such a mess.

"Mother, ling'er is gone."

"Maybe not for many years."

Ye Ling bowed over to Chu Xuan and Chu Ling. There were tears in the corner of his eyes. Then he turned slowly.

She left, wearing a cloak and cloak, like a tourist, leaving the gate of heaven, into the vast starry sky, leaving only a weak figure. As she said, there will be a long period of time to spend in the world of mortals. I don't know when she will return again.

Behind her, Chu Xuan and Chu Ling's eyes were full of tears. Although they were sleeping, they seemed to hear, see and feel. Xiaoye Ling, their family, should have been hit.

Oh!

Donghuang Taixin stands on the top of the mountain and sighs unceasingly. It is here that she watched Ye Fan leave. Now, it is also here to see Ye Ling leave.

Ye Chen's son and daughter, a pain, a guilt, this time, most of the years will not go home.

He knows that ye Chen knows that his children know that ye fan goes to Zhuxian Town, and Ye Ling goes to more places than Ye Fan.

As he expected.

Three days later, Ye Ling entered an ancient star and a Lingshan in the ancient star.

That's Tang San Shao's family. She came all the way to worship him.

Oh!

Seeing ye Ling, San Shao's father sighed and left in silence.

In front of the tombstone, only Ye Ling is left. He takes off his cloak and shows his white hair.

"Three little, I'm sorry."

Her words, or so choked, tears hazy eyes, it seems that there is a small black fat man, such as a follower, all day after her, clamoring to marry her, willing to be her younger brother, willing to accompany her back and forth, do some deception hook.

Now, he's gone. She killed him.

Up to now, I still remember San Shao's persistence in holding her legs, and she was unwilling to let go of her death.

In front of the grave, musk was lit up, and the smoke obscured her eyes and her mind.

Perhaps, once there was such a moment, the little black fat man called Tang sanshao really walked into her heart.

But she, I don't know whether it is love or not, only knows that he died, she will cry, in the future endless years, will remember his name.

She left in the moonlight.

Oh!

San Shao's father watched her go and sighed again. Ye Ling was not to blame. It was not her fault. To blame, it was the damned sword of killing immortals. To blame, it was his child who fell in love with a person who should not be loved.

Re entering the starry sky, Ye Ling again wore a cloak.

She reappeared as another ancient star.

In front of a mansion, there is white silk fluttering, and there is a funeral in the mansion. The dead were killed by her. She came here to repent. If she wanted to kill or cut, she would bear it.

Because she is Ye Chen's daughter.

Some things, she has to face, never disgrace her father's reputation.

After a long time, she was invited in.

In front of a tomb, she bowed down to worship the dead and repent to the family members of the deceased. As for ye fan, the humble can not be humble.

"Little friend, I don't blame you."

The master is reasonable, not to look at Ye Chen's face, but the disaster. It is not Ye Ling's fault, but the evil done by Zhuxian sword. They can distinguish clearly.

"Thank you very much, master."Ye Ling is another gift and leaves in silence.

A day later, she entered a continent.

"Go away, the Wangs don't welcome you."

"Your father is the holy body. We can't afford it."

"The daughter of the emperor, you are so high that you don't need to pay for your life if you kill."

Before entering the Xianshan mountain, a crowd of people rushed out of the mountain. They were faces of hatred.

Not all of them are reasonable. Too many people are abusive and have a strange tone of yin and Yang. The younger generation, who are not sensible, even go too far and throw stones at the weak girl one by one.

Ye Ling stood still and motionless, letting the broken stones fall on his body, just like a person who was dragged to the street and was despised by the world.

"Damn it."

The old man who followed him secretly would rush out without looking at the monk's face and looking at the Buddha's face. Fortunately, ye Chen saved Zhu Tian more than once. Everyone owed him a great debt. Her daughter came to repent, but she was treated like this. She was really angry. A group of people who didn't know how to repay their gratitude were all kicked by donkeys. The real culprit was zhuxianjian, not Xiaoye Ling. He had a kind of desire to do it, It's no skill to catch a girl's anger.

"Don't go out."

The old man was there, and he grabbed the old man.

"Don't stop me. I'm going to get angry."

"What does Xiaoye Ling come out for, ye Chen doesn't know? Knowing but not stopping is enough to prove his moral. If you can't see the ugliness of the human world and the world of mortals, she will not be able to go to the top of the road. This is a confession, and it will also be a kind of training. There are some things that need to be experienced in person to understand more truly. If ye Ling dares to come, he will not disgrace his father's reputation. The broken stones will be traces of Tao in his years. "

"I don't know what you said, but I think... You are right."

The old man took a deep breath, pulled out the guy, and stuffed it back into the storage bag. When he looked at Xiao Ye Ling again, he could not bear to look directly at him.

That small figure, has been in a mess, like a little beggar, standing in front of the ethereal fairy mountain, with the most humble attitude, begging for something.

Boom! Boom!

All of a sudden, there was thunder, dark clouds in the sky, lightning and thunder.

It's raining.

I don't know whether it's the merciless rain or the pitiful rain. It's three days. It washes the heaven and earth, but it can't wash the filth of the world.

All the people who came out of the fairy mountain have gone.

In the rain, only Ye Ling was left, still standing there quietly, letting the pouring rain drench the body, standing still.

Now, I can't bear to be old.

However, they did not come out after all.

"Wang family, right! I remember. "

I don't know if your family is so tough and arrogant when the demons attack and when the flood land is in chaos. Has your family received so much kindness from the holy body? Is your conscience eaten by the dog?

On the fourth day, Lingye left in silence.

Her journey, incomparably long, went through a piece of starry sky, into the ancient stars, all the way to repent.

The home of the dead, there is understanding, there is abuse, there is anger, she has to bear one by one.

I don't know how many days she has left, perhaps in March or may, or in three or five years.

Her repentance was not as a saint's daughter, but as Ye Ling. She walked for too long and was covered with dust. Every step she took was a trace of time.

Like her father, the best years are on the road.

Perhaps, she stands too high, born is noble, do not know what is the world fireworks.

"Is that... Ye Ling?"

A starry sky in the west, Zhang Zifan and the fiery fighting style suddenly stop and look at the small Qianying from afar, dazed.

I haven't seen Ye Ling for three years. I don't want to meet him in the starry sky. Now I look at it again and I feel heartache.

In the past, Ye Ling was smiling brilliantly and the spirit of the ancients was strange.

Now she, which has the past half of the child's grace, just like a vicissitudes of life tourist, was worn to pieces by the years, wearing a cloak, but can not cover her white hair.

Zhang Zifan did not speak, but sighed silently, as if he had guessed what ye Ling was doing. The daughter of the saints' family was not wrong. However, three or five years would be her nirvana, and she would be able to understand the road in the ordinary.

Ye Ling gradually drifted away, and the fire fighting body followed him, and he forced Zhang Zifan.

They have seen this way too clearly, but also too distressed. Several times, when ye Ling was reviled by the world, the fire fighting body almost ran away. If Zhang Zifan hadn't pulled it, I don't know how many families and sects would have suffered, or Zhang Zifan had seen it thoroughly.

There is such a road that Ye Ling needs to walk on her own. Although it is a long time, she will have a little bit of peace of mind. What ye Ling lacks is not the origin, but the tenacity under guilt. She needs to cross the threshold of her heart.

"I don't know how distressed it is to see the holy body."

"You think the holy body is invisible?"

Zhang Zifan said, turning silently.

I do not know which day, Ye Ling into a mortal ancient star, into the ancient star of a mortal Town: Zhuxian Town.This is the first time she came to Zhuxian Town. In the quiet night, she stood outside Yang's residence and did not move for a long time. Here is the root of Xiao Yang Lan.

Ye Ling's journey ended up at a post station.

Bathed in the moonlight, she sealed up her accomplishments and became a fan. She searched the small garden where her father lived. She wiped the dust off the table. From the bottom of the bed, she found out her father's fortune telling clothes.

The next day, in front of the shabby divination table, there was a little scholar with white hair. He was beautiful and did not like to speak. His writing was quiet.

That's Ye Ling. She disguises herself as a man. She wants to go back to her father's road in Zhuxian Town.