Mr. Yang Ge was brought back, lying peacefully on his bed, with disheveled white hair and wrinkled skin. His old face was full of vicissitudes, witnessing the wasted years.
Little Yang Lan was lying next to the bed, digging her little mouth with her little fingers, looking at Mr. Yang Ge curiously. Although she was thirty-three years old, she still had the mind of a two- or three-year-old. She was ignorant, ignorant of the world, and didn't know her mother. Where did he go? I don’t know why dad was so sad.
Ye Chen left the room without saying a word. Before leaving, he did not forget to tell Yang Fan a few words to take good care of Mr. Yang Ge, and then went to Laofeng Ancient Tomb.
The imperial concubine is still there, and she is as respectful as before. In the past thirty-three years, as a soul body, she has advanced a lot in her cultivation. However, the world has no spirit, and she has not been able to make a breakthrough so far.
Ye Chen looked at the reincarnated Qin Xiong, as motionless as an ice sculpture. The former Qin Emperor had been lying there for hundreds of years, and his only remaining breath was still sealed.
On one side, the imperial concubine hesitated several times. After waiting for another thirty-three years, she really wanted to ask Ye Chen when she could leave and when Qin Xiong could be resurrected, but she did not ask in the end. It will go when it's time to go. I've been waiting for hundreds of years. I don't mind waiting for another few hundred years.
Ye Chen knew her state of mind, but he didn't know how long he would have to wait.
Not long after, he left the ancient tomb and left a lot of cultivation experience to the imperial concubine.
At night, Yang Xuan and three others came to the small garden, each carrying a wine jar.
Thirty-three years have passed, and the famous Dugu Sword Master, Chaos Sword Maniac, and Tiangang Yang Xuan have also shown their age, lost their edge and returned to their true nature.
This time, the three of them were silent. They didn’t ask when they could go to cultivate the world. In other words, it didn’t matter whether they were going or not. They had lived for a long time and experienced many things in the world. The heart of a strong man, It has been gradually buried by the years, so euthanasia is not bad.
It wasn't until late at night that the three of them left. Taking advantage of the moonlight, they left Zhuxian Town. Thirty-three years later, they also wanted to see the outside world and visit their old friends who were still alive.
In the garden, Ye Chen was the only one left, holding a piece of wood and carving one stroke at a time.
In the early morning, the autumn mood is stronger, and the leaves of the trees are falling.
Today, there are not many divination people, but Mr. Yang Ge, who used to be the first to come, may not have been seen for a long time. He may still be lying in the hospital bed, or he may have locked himself in the room, dragging him with him. His worn-out erhu commemorates Xia Lan and mourns his past love.
It wasn't until the third day that I saw him walking on the street, holding a cane and holding little Yang Lan.
When the people see this, they will inevitably sigh.
The warm family of three in my memory now has only two left, which looks sad.
Grandpa, give it to you!
The little guy is very sensible, innocent and innocent, just like the little Yang Fan back then. He stood on tiptoes, holding the hot buns in his two little hands, and handed it to Ye Chen. His big clear eyes looked like extremely Her mother, Xia Lan, was watery.
As for Mr. Yang Ge, he just kept stroking Yang Lan's little head. His fatherly smile was a bit far-fetched, and his cloudy eyes were faintly glistening with tears.
To this day, his daughter does not know that her mother is gone.
"Going to the grave again?" Ye Chen buried his head and took a bite of the bun. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the erhu that Lao Yang was carrying.
"She likes to hear it." Mr. Yang Ge smiled hoarsely.
"The deceased is gone, I'm sorry." Ye Chen said calmly.
Old Yang Ge smiled and said nothing. He led little Yang Lan towards the outside of the town. Every step he took was trembling. Compared to his elder brother, little Yang Lan was more energetic and skipped along the way. He also giggles like an elf.
Ye Chen has peeked at her seal more than once. It is very strong. Thirty-three years have passed and there is no sign of defeat. It is much stronger than Xia Lan's Yin Yang Immortal Pattern.
Time passed, and under the dim night, Ye Chen began to pack his clothes.
Old Yang Ge and little Yang Lan are back, one old and one young, reflecting the bleak light of the old age. Old Yang should have looked away. Life, old age, illness and death are the laws of nature. Unlike before, in front of Xia Lan's grave, One sitting lasts for two or three days.
For many days after that, Ye Chen could always see Lao Yang. He would come to tell fortunes every day and pay homage to Xia Lan.
In this way, another three years passed quietly.
In the early morning, Ye Chen had packed up his clothes early, but he didn't see Mr. Yang Ge or little Yang Lan for a long time. He only saw Yang Fan, hurriedly going to the medicine shop, and when he came out again, he was holding herbs in his hand.
Obviously, Mr. Yang Ge fell ill, and his illness was not serious.
Ye Chen knew this very well. Thirty-six years later, Yang Ge's life was coming to an end.
Sure enough, on the ninth day, Yang Fan came and looked at him expectantly. There was no need for words, his eyes said everything. He hoped that Ye Chen would visit Mr. Yang Ge as a farewell.
Ye Chen stood up and was already ready.
The atmosphere in the Yang Mansion was quite depressing. Everyone knew that Mr. Yang was old and was about to die. The servants gathered together and talked about it, and sometimes pointed at Mr. Yang's room.
When Ye Chen arrived, everyone in the room wiped away tears and went out.
When he was sick, Mr. Yang Ge was as thin as a stick, lying powerlessly, his old eyes were dim, his white hair was gray, he was a little unconscious, his chapped lips were trembling, as if he was mumbling something, until he saw Ye Chen, he Those cloudy old eyes gained a little more gaze.
Ye Chen stepped forward, lifted the chair, and sat beside the bed.
"You're here." Mr. Yang Ge's smile was pale and weak. He wanted to get up, but found that he no longer had the energy. At the age of ninety-six, he had also run out of energy.
"My old friend is leaving, how can I not send him off." Ye Chen smiled.
"My little friend, you must be an immortal!" Yang Ge smiled tiredly.
"You are not stupid if you can guess that I am an immortal." Ye Chen said, pointing his fingers on the back of Lao Yang's hand, instilling wisps of inner strength. It was not to extend his life, but to make Lao Yang less painful. At least, he could Before you hit the road, stay awake for the last time.
"I should have understood earlier." Mr. Yang Ge smiled.
"I would like to cultivate immortality." Ye Chen said lightly, "If you are willing, I will find someone to seal you."
"Tired." Yang Ge smiled and shook his head.
Ye Chen was silent and he would not force himself. Mr. Yang was eager to reunite with Xia Lan!
"Little friend, let me tell you my fortune again!"
"good."
After a simple dialogue, the two looked at each other and smiled.
At this moment, Yang Gelao's eyes slowly dimmed, and his tired eyes finally closed, reflecting the last red glow of the sunset.
Ye Chen sat in front of the bed and didn't move for a long time. Looking at the late Lao Yang, he couldn't help but recall that thirty-six years ago, when he first came to Zhuxian Town, he had an incomprehensible relationship with this martial arts master because of a king's meal. They are both teachers and friends, but they are more like a family.
In a flash, the old friend was already old. Under his watch, he walked quietly on the road.
Outside the door, there were noisy footsteps.
The door of the room was pushed open, and Yang Xuan and the others had returned from their travels. Unfortunately, they hurriedly and slowly saw their old friend for the last time, standing on the bedside and sighing.
Ye Chen said nothing, stood up silently, and left silently.
The moment he stepped out of the room, he did not forget to take a look at Mr. Yang Ge. This would be his last look, and the relationship between him and Mr. Yang would also be completed with this look.
Soon, the sound of mourning filled the Yang Mansion.
Three days later, there was another small grave beside Xia Lan's grave, and the old erhu was lying between the two graves. So many people came to pay homage, even the ignorant little Yang Lan was frightened. I cried loudly, with tears in my eyes. My father and mother were gone.
One morning, Ye Chen arranged his outfit.
It's a pity that I can no longer see the old Mr. Yang who comes here every day, and I feel empty.
Lao Yang is gone, but Yang Xuan and the others are still there, coming every day.
Looking at the three people getting older, Ye Chen realized that something should be done.
One quiet night, he went to Laofeng Tomb again.
This time, I took Yang Xuan and the others with me. The three of them were already in their old age and their lifespan was running out. They didn’t know how many more years they would have to wait. If they wanted to leave alive, they needed to be sealed.
"Who is buried in this tomb?" Thirty-six years later, the three of them finally asked this question, because this ancient tomb caused a bloody storm back then.
"Pre-Qin Emperor." Ye Chen said calmly
When the three of them heard this, they were all stunned. Although it was an accident, they were not too shocked. There are even immortals in this world, so what is there to be shocked about? At this age, it is no longer strange.
After entering the main tomb, the expressions of the three people were quite strange.
They understand that the body of the pre-Qin emperor was still preserved, but they can understand it, but Princess Yinyue is still alive, which is a bit unexpected. The strange woman who was famous all over the world at that time was actually an immortal. The ancient tomb has guarded the pre-Qin emperor for hundreds of years, and it is right on the edge of Zhuxian Town. The funny thing is that they don't even know it.
Ye Chen also lamented this.
Yang Xuan and the three of them all knew that he was an immortal, but they did not tell Mr. Yang Ge. As a result, Mr. Yang did not know about it until his death. And Mr. Yang Ge, who knew the secret of the ancient tomb, did not tell them. If he hadn't entered the ancient tomb tonight, Most of the three of them were still in the dark about the tomb.
"I've met seniors." The three of them bowed and bowed respectfully. In terms of seniority, Princess Yinyue was indeed the senior. How many generations had passed during this period
"No need to be polite." Princess Yinyue chuckled. Although she was in the ancient tomb, she often went out and walked around. She had heard of the names of the three of them, and they were all quite prestigious in the world.
"Seal the three of them." The silent Ye Chen finally spoke.
"Understood." Princess Yin Yue understood, and immediately drew the spiritual power, gathered it in her palm, and turned it into a rune. It was the sealing method of Ye Chen's sect in the past, which was quite mysterious.
"Um, does it hurt?" Yang Xuangan smiled.
The imperial concubine smiled and said nothing. She only gently raised her hand and brushed it against the three of them.
All three of them staggered, feeling dizzy and confused. Then, they each fell down, closed their eyes, and slowly fell into a deep sleep. Perhaps, when they woke up again, they would be a hundred years old, just like The emperors of the pre-Qin Dynasty would have missed an era.
Ye Chen placed the three of them on the stone bed, then turned and left.
Under the moonlight, he walked slowly and stopped for a long time in front of the graves of Mr. Yang Ge and Xia Lan.
Lying inside were two of his old friends, who would also be his in-laws.
It's a pity that as parents, they can't wait for their daughter to get married.
Speaking of little Yang Lan, Ye Chen once thought about bringing her to be sealed together, but this idea was finally given up. Lao Yang and Xia Lan have passed away, but the Yang family is still there, and Yang Fan is still there. These are also her relatives. If If we really want to seal it, the evil spirit must come in person.