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In the eleventh year, Ye Chen returned to Zhuxian Town.
The first time he went was Yang Mansion.
Ten years later, little Yang Lan still hasn't grown up. He still looks as pink as he did when he was two or three years old. But old Yang Chou's hair has turned white. If he doesn't grow up in his whole life, he can't bear it. He still has to wait. How about a grandchild? It’s not a lie. He and Xia Lan took the child out. For those who didn’t know, they thought it was his granddaughter? The people of Zhuxian Town were surprised at first, but over time, they got used to it.
"This time, you will be gone for a long time!" In the pavilion, Mr. Yang Ge made wine and said with a smile, "I haven't seen you in ten years, I really miss you."
"You... have aged a lot." Ye Chen smiled. Yang Ge's gray hair could not be covered up. However, compared to others of the same age, Lao Yang was still in good shape. Today's Yang Ge , is over seventy years old, all thanks to the mind-cultivation method he taught in his early years.
"Same for you." Mr. Yang Ge said with a smile. This is true. Although Ye Chen is a half-immortal, he does not deliberately hide his old age. There is also more silver on the temples, which is what he should have in these twenty years. imprint.
Ye Chen smiled, took a sip of wine, and glanced at Xia Lan from the corner of his eye.
When he left ten years ago, the Yin-Yang Immortal Patterns in Xia Lan's body had begun to gradually decline. Ten years later, although the Yin-Yang Immortal Patterns were still there, most of them had been destroyed. He could see that Xia Lan's body was weak. He drank too much, and his face was quite pale, looking sickly.
Xia Lan chuckled and had already looked away. Living twenty more years was a gift from the immortals.
Not long after, Yang Xuan and the other three also came. This time they were sensible and brought wine. Their hair on the temples was graying early, and even immortals could not stop the passage of time, let alone mortals.
"It's been another ten years. Do you really want to wait until we are laid to rest?" Shangguan Jiu asked, what about cultivating immortals as promised? Year after year, the waiting flowers fade.
"While you're still young, wait a few more years." Ye Chen smiled.
Hearing his words, Yang Xuan almost turned the table over. Damn, are you kidding us
At night, Ye Chen left the Yang Mansion and walked slowly on the street. After walking and coming back, there were many familiar faces missing from the street. It must be that the old man was in his twilight years and had been laid to rest. He wanted to wait for him to return and then count them. Gua, it's a pity that it didn't last until that time.
Ye Chen was silent, wearing a cloak, and walked by quietly, like a passerby.
When he arrived at the door of his house, he stopped at the door of the small garden opposite.
Through the gap in the garden gate, he could see a young man holding a baby in his arms, looking up at the stars. On one side, there was a woman sewing clothes, looking here from time to time, showing a gentle smile.
The children of those days also grew up and started families.
To this day, Ye Chen doesn't know his name, so he unconsciously wants to call him Qi Reincarnation, which means the reincarnation of King Qi.
Who would have thought that Prince Qi, who led troops to surround Zhuxian Town, would be living in Zhuxian Town under another identity. Most people would not believe this if such things were spread.
Through the wall, he only saw a family of three, but not his reincarnated grandfather. When he left ten years ago, the old man was still there, but when he returned ten years later, he had already passed away.
Ye Chen returned to his small garden without interrupting.
After not returning home for ten years, a lot of weeds have grown in the garden, and the spider webs in the house have formed layers upon layers. The dust on the tables and chairs is also clearly visible, and it is desolate to the eyes.
In the early morning, Ye Chen had arranged his outfit early.
After hearing about the martial arts myths and returning home, the people of Zhuxian Town gathered in droves and lined up for several miles.
It was like this for three whole days.
In the blink of an eye, another ten years have passed, and those who should be old have grown old, and those who should have fallen have also fallen. For example, Xia Lan can no longer get out of bed, and like a terminally ill person who has no strength to even get up, then The Yin Yang Immortal Pattern has been 90% defeated.
Mr. Yang Ge still asked Ri Ri to come, saying he was here to tell fortunes, but in fact, he wanted to invite Ye Chen to see Xia Lan. Their family, perhaps, was the most normal one for him. A daughter would not grow up no matter how much she did. , a wife who is often ill and cannot afford medicine.
Ye Chen went to see him several times, but remained silent. Not to mention that he was a semi-immortal. Even if he was not sealed, he still could not save Xia Lan. Just like him back then, even gods could not save him when the time came.
Xia Lan was still very tenacious. Lying in the hospital, she managed to survive for another three to five years.
That night, Ye Chen was carving wood carvings under an old tree. Mr. Yang Ge came in a hurry with a cane, and with a panic look on his face, he picked up Ye Chen and left.
Ye Chen didn't resist at all, as if he knew where Mr. Yang Ge was going to take him.
Counting the time, Xia Lan's deadline has come.
The fact is exactly the same. The sickly Xia Lan is already emaciated and has gray hair. The beautiful eyes that were clear and clear back then are now turbid. The peerless face back then is also covered with age spots. Even her lips were dry and cracked. Her vitality was extremely dim. Her breath was coming and going, as if she would pass away in the next moment.
Seeing Ye Chen coming, Xia Lan wanted to get up, but in the end he was powerless and could only smile.
Ye Chen was speechless and couldn't bear it. He had witnessed it with his own eyes... A woman of unparalleled beauty, in such a declining age, would die tonight.
"Little friend, save her." Mr. Yang Ge stepped forward and knelt down with a bang. His words were choked, his body was shaking, and his old face was filled with tears.
Ye Chen helped Mr. Yang Ge, but he shook his head helplessly, "Birth, old age, illness and death are the laws of nature. Please forgive me for my helplessness."
At this moment, Mr. Yang Ge, who was still alive, suddenly relaxed. He seemed to have no spiritual support and could not even stand firmly. He felt that the whole world was dark.
Ye Chen sighed and retreated silently, leaving his last moments to the old couple.
There were only three members of the family left in the room. Little Yang Lan was sleeping soundly in the cradle, sleeping peacefully. From time to time, she would whisper "Mother" in her sleep.
Yang Gelao sat on the bedside, carefully lifted Xia Lan and let her nestle in his arms.
"Don't be like this, everyone will die." Xia Lan smiled softly, but weakly. Her eyelids were shaking and might close at any moment. The yin and yang fairy lines that supported her alive were slowly dissipating the last bit of fairy light.
"You still have to walk in front of me." Old Yang Ge's voice was hoarse and full of vicissitudes of life.
"Ms. sir, I'm already dead!" Xia Lan smiled, but his eyes were filled with mist, and he finally revealed this secret that had been hidden for more than thirty years.
"I know. I knew it thirty-three years ago." Mr. Yang Ge smiled warmly and was surprisingly calm. "You are my wife and we share the same bed. How could I not know."
Xia Lan cried and laughed, only to realize that these thirty-three years were just a show. She hid it from him, and he was willing to be deceived.
The end was approaching, and when she was on the verge of life and death, she raised her eyes with difficulty and looked at the cradle, looking at her sleeping child. She wanted to hug her again. As a mother, she did not wait until her daughter got married. After all, I couldn't see her growing up. She should be a little beauty, she should look like her, and there should be many people coming to propose marriage...
"Ms. sir, will you wait for me in the next life?"
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"Then we can be husband and wife again in the next life." Xia Lan smiled tenderly, but her whispers gradually weakened, until the last trace of gaze disappeared from her eyes. After holding on for thirty-three years, she finally closed her eyes. The promise of the next life was made in the eyes, and only two lines of tears melted the love of this life and ran across the old and sad cheeks.
Yang Ge Lao hugged her tightly and was still talking leisurely, carrying the late warmth and the vicissitudes of love words, as if talking to herself, and also seemed to be saying to Xia Lan, in memory of them. In those days, it tells about their vigorous love, bit by bit, along with the passing years, they intertwined into a beautiful marriage.
Outside the room, Ye Chen couldn't help but sigh as he listened to the murmurings.
Yang Xuan, Shangguan Jiu and Ling Feng were also there, turning their backs one after another, unable to bear to hear any more.
For a long time, Yang Gelao was not seen coming out, and the four of them did not disturb him. He had to be given time to say goodbye to his wife.
"Mom, wake up and play with me."
I don't know when I heard a childish voice. It was little Yang Lan, who had woken up from a deep sleep. She was lying on the bedside, shaking Xia Lan with her little hands. Unfortunately, her gentle mother could no longer open her eyes. Take a look at her.
Ye Chen turned around and walked away silently.
In the next three days, he did not set up a stall to tell fortunes, nor did he go to the Yang Mansion. He only heard that Old Yang cried so hard that he fainted several times. He was still lying there until the coffin lid was closed. Xia Lan cried bitterly in front of him.
Along with the sound of the suona, white paper money was scattered all over the street.
On the day of Xia Lan's funeral, people stood on both sides of the aisle, wiping away their tears. Xia Lan had a kind heart during her lifetime, just like the female Bodhisattva who helped the poor. Her death made people sad.
Ye Chen didn't leave the house, just quietly carving his wood carvings.
On the fifth day, I heard someone knocking on the door.
The person who came here was Yang Fan, the adopted son of Old Yang Ge. He was now middle-aged, had already started a family, and had inherited the mantle of Old Yang.
"Senior, go and persuade father! He has been kneeling in front of his mother's grave for three days and three nights." Yang Fan hoped.
Ye Chen didn't say anything, sighed, put down the carving knife, stood up and left the garden.
In a mountain forest outside Zhuxian Town, he appeared again.
Xia Lan's grave is inside, the cemetery she chose herself.
Before he entered, Ye Chen heard the sound of the erhu, and the one pulling the string was none other than Mr. Yang Ge. The mournful sound filled the forest. Even the birds landed on the branches and did not fly away for a long time.
Ye Chen walked in slowly and saw Mr. Yang Ge from a distance, with messy white hair, sitting in front of Xia Lan's grave, with a hunched back and pulling the erhu tremblingly.
Everyone says that one year for the harp and two years for the Xiao, three years for the pipa and five years for the zither, and one erhu for a lifetime. This is the case for Mr. Yang Ge today. He plays the erhu, but what he has experienced is his vicissitudes of life.
Ye Chen stepped forward, tapped Yangge's old acupoints, made him fall into a deep sleep, and carried him away from the forest.
After he left, a beautiful figure appeared in front of the grave. It was an evil spirit.
Next to the evil demon, there was a woman. Upon closer inspection, she turned out to be Donghuang Taixin.
"Can he be resurrected?" the demon said calmly.
"No." Donghuang Taixin replied in a rather affirmative tone.
"You should know the secret of this ancient star." The evil demon said, flicking three musk sticks in his hand and inserting them in front of Xia Lan's grave.
It's a pity that Musk couldn't ignite, or in other words, Xia Lan couldn't bear it.
"Reincarnation here seems to exist and not exist, it is difficult to break." Donghuang Taixin shook his head gently.
The evil demon also shook his head and smiled, "The human king's chess game is really a blessing from heaven." 16