Ye Chen ran all the way and didn't stop until dawn.
"It's undeniable that I'm scared." The guy stroked his beard and glanced back subconsciously.
Huang Quanzhong's words made him swear secretly that he would never go near the restricted area again, it was a dangerous place.
As he spoke, he patted the dust on his shoulders, stepped across a small river, and entered a vast land.
There are mountains here, but most of them are barren. The spiritual power of the heaven and earth is thin, desolate and desolate.
He didn't even know that there was such a desolate area in Xuanhuang North Mountain, with the earth cracked and wind and sand flying.
I don't know when I saw two or three figures flying past with swords. They were all monks, and none of them had high levels of cultivation.
He was dressed in plain Taoist robes and walked all the way to the sky. His white hair was flying, his Taoist robes were swaying, and with his long beard and thin figure, he really looked like an immortal.
Many of the monks he met on the road would bow respectfully to him. His temperament seemed like a true immortal.
However, there are also a few monks who are not short-sighted. They are strong and boast that they are awesome, and they form a group to rob.
Needless to say what happened to them, there were quite a few people who came, and it was not enough for Ye Chen to suppress them with one palm. They were robbed instead, and their clothes were stripped off.
Ye Chen was still kind and did not hurt their lives. Since he was looking for fun, he made them happy.
On the road again, I met many monks on the road, but I didn't see anyone with great supernatural powers. The highest level of cultivation was only a saint.
However, after seeing so many people and walking such a long way, no one recognized him as the Holy Body.
In response, Ye Chen only smiled slightly. This effect should be what he wanted to see, wearing this old look, silently being a passer-by, all the way through the world.
It was getting late, and I saw him floating down from the sky.
I don't know why, after flying for a long time, I always feel that walking on the ground is the most practical, and I feel like I have landed and returned to my roots.
In the vast land, he is like a preaching ascetic, and the raging yellow sand cannot hide his lonely shadow.
"Please, seniors, be kind and give me a ride. I want to go home." Suddenly, old words rang out. They were far away, but they could be heard clearly.
The voice was very humble, with a pleading tone, and a touch of sadness and crying that made people's hearts tremble.
Ye Chen walked slowly through the raging yellow sand.
From a distance, he saw a rickety old figure crawling on the ground, with ragged clothes and gray hair.
That was an old man, or to be more precise, an old monk. Although he was a monk, he only had the Qi Condensation realm.
Looking at the growth rings, he is nearly two hundred years old. This is the first time Ye Chen has seen the Qi Condensation state at two hundred years old.
"Please, seniors, be kind and give me a ride. I want to go home." When Ye Chen looked, the old monk was kneeling again, kneeling to the monks passing by.
He is humble, like a mortal kneeling down to worship an immortal, without dignity, and every word of his begging is filled with bitterness.
However, the people passing by simply ignored his pleading. The strong were respected, and the old monk was just an ant.
Not only did no one pay attention, but some even yelled at me.
The old monk's body trembled violently, and he didn't dare to breathe, just like a dog, lying on the ground.
When the crowd disappeared, he stood up tremblingly, holding a bamboo staff and staggering forward.
He is too old, his lifespan is short, and his vitality has collapsed. According to the calculation of the annual cycle, he will not live for more than three days.
Ye Chen watched quietly and followed him subconsciously.
The old monk's back was full of vicissitudes of life, and every step he took was laborious.
Looking at him, Ye Chen felt as if he was seeing himself a hundred years old, at the end of his life, even walking with all his strength.
Finally, the old monk stopped, perhaps tired, and nestled under an old tree, holding his crutch.
The night wind seemed so cold that he couldn't help but curl up.
His old eyes were cloudy, without any light, and his eyelids trembled from time to time, making him want to fall asleep.
Ye Chen slowly stepped forward and stood under the old tree, "Old man, is your home far away from here?"
"Far, far away." Speaking of home, the old monk couldn't help wiping his tears, his voice was hoarse, "I left home when I was ten years old and was taken away by immortals. I just wanted to return home in rich clothes, but I encountered disaster on the way. The root of the road is destroyed and abandoned. Year after year, in the blink of an eye for two hundred years, I just want to return to my roots."
Ye Chen was silent and chatted for a few words, but he could hear the old cultivator's mood. He was sad and helpless. He left home when he was young, but he was already old when he returned. He wanted to die on the way home, and he could not even look at his hometown until he died.
The old monk is too weak. He can only condense his energy and cannot even wield a sword. The world is vast and his home is too far away.
Involuntarily, he raised his hand slightly and placed it gently on the old monk's junior, using the essence to extend his life.
This is none of his business. There are many such things in the cruel monk world, but he is willing to help the old cultivator.
All because of what the old monk said... I want to go home.
The two of them wanted to go home. The old monk wanted to go home, but he didn't want to. He had been away from his hometown for more than two hundred years.
The old monk's body was trembling, and he looked at Ye Chen blankly, with tears in his eyes, "Thank you, thank you, senior."
Ye Chen smiled but said nothing, feeling sad in his heart.
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 here, and his relatives have long since passed away.
Things are different and people are different. When you look around, there is no familiar person. That kind of state of mind must be so lonely.
The wind and sand are still there, making the old leaves rustle.
Ye Chen was kind-hearted. While extending his life, he also repaired his Tao roots and helped him practice.
The old monk burst into tears of gratitude. This should be the good deeds he had done in his previous life, and he was rewarded. He met a noble person on the way.
After three to five minutes, Ye Chen gently closed his palm.
With the Dao root repaired and the Holy Body Essence added, the old monk broke through the realm and became much younger.
He prostrated himself on the ground again, weeping so much that he couldn't stop crying. Humanity is ruthless, but there are also good people in this world.
Ye Chen used his gentle strength to lift up the old monk.
Then, a flying sword appeared, and he stepped on it. He looked at the old monk with a smile and said, "On the way, I'll give you a ride."
"Thank you, senior." The old monk was so excited that he hurriedly wiped his tears and climbed onto Feijian.
The flying sword clanked and flew across the sky at an extremely fast speed.
The old monk stood respectfully behind him, his old eyes staring in one direction, which was the direction of his hometown, which was very far away.
However, those distances are nothing more than spending more time for Ye Chen. He is a quasi-sage.
At dawn, the flying sword fell in a small village.
Shanhe Village is the name of this village. A stone tablet stands in front of the village with these three words engraved on it.
The village is not big, with only a hundred households. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with stone houses and acres of rice fields.
In the early morning, the village is full of vitality, with smoke curling up from cooking stoves, farmers carrying hoes, and children playing around.
They are all mortals, with a simplicity that monks cannot imitate. Although they are vulgar, they live a real and comfortable life.
The old monk's body was trembling as he rushed into the village and greedily looked at everything in front of him. Every house and every tree was the same as in his memory.
He was also searching frantically for his relatives.
However, he found his old home, but he couldn't find the people from his old days. Everyone was so strange.
There were also people in the village who all looked at him with strange eyes. Where did this old man come from
The sound of mourning soon came from the junction of the village and the hill, where there were more than a dozen small tombstones.
The old monk knelt in front of the tombstone, howling and bursting with tears. His parents and relatives were buried there. He came late, and they did not wait.
People in the village gathered around, the farmer carrying a hoe, and the peasant woman holding her baby. They were all confused.
There were several generations between them, and no one recognized the old monk, nor did they know why he was crying here.
Ye Chen watched quietly, feeling sad.
For a mortal, two hundred years is too long. He has returned to his hometown in fine clothes, but no one he knows will laugh for him anymore.
If you miss two hundred years, you will miss this life. The next reincarnation will be too long and it will be difficult to meet again.
Ye Chen sighed and slowly turned around to start the journey again.
However, just as he was preparing to control the sky, the Emperor Jue hanging in his divine sea trembled, and it trembled violently.
Ye Chen was surprised and couldn't help but turn around, narrowing his eyes slightly, scanning the village, and fixed his gaze on one person.
It was a child, or an orphan. Other children were held by their parents, but he was alone, with a black face and a small wooden sword in his hand.
He also stood in the crowd, looking at the old monk with big eyes, wondering why the old man was crying bitterly.
Ye Chen came over immediately, causing the villagers to look at him with suspicion.
An old man came and was crying in front of the grave. Here came another old man. He was very strange. I didn’t know who he was.
Ye Chen smiled, squatted in front of the child, and glanced at the crescent moon pendant hanging around the child's neck.
The pendant is a part of Emperor Jue. It is only as big as a little finger and is the last piece of Emperor Jue.
"Grandpa, who are you!" The child raised his little head, his voice was tender and full of curiosity.
"I'm a passerby." Ye Chen touched the little guy's head and smiled kindly.
"What is a passerby?" The little guy's big eyes flashed.
"A passer-by is... a passer-by." Ye Chen laughed dryly and pointed at the crescent moon pendant hanging around the little guy's neck, "Grandpa is interested in this, I will exchange it with you."
As he spoke, Ye Chen took out a crystal clear spiritual fruit. It was fragrant and made the children's eyes light up. The eyes of the children present also lit up.
"It looks delicious." The child took off the crescent moon pendant, hugged the spirit fruit, and couldn't wait to take a bite. It was indeed very sweet, and he smiled brightly.
"Grandpa, I want to eat too." All the children looked at Ye Chen eagerly, their mouths watering.
"Don't blame the old man, the child is ignorant." The farmers and women laughed and hugged the child tightly.
"It doesn't matter." Ye Chen smiled and directly took out the bag, which was full of crystal fruit and had a rich fruity aroma.
"Eat!" Ye Chen smiled and stepped into the hill behind the village, because the crescent moon pendant he had just exchanged had been integrated into Emperor Jue.
Emperor Jue is intact, and there is a strange divine power spreading in the divine sea. Even with his cultivation strength, it is difficult to stop it.
He had no choice but to go into the mountains to study Di Jue.
Behind him, there were children cheering for joy, each holding a spiritual fruit. They had never eaten such delicious fruit.