"Refining, refining for me."
The top of Jade Girl Peak under the moon was filled with Ye Chen's low roars. He really went crazy, mobilizing the essence at any cost, and would not stop until he refined the broken sword and small fragments.
It is precisely because of his madness that no one dares to disturb him.
The top of the mountain seemed to have become a restricted area. When the girls came up, they were hesitant to speak. Husband or father, no matter who they were, it was enough to drive him crazy, as if this mission had become an undying obsession.
That night, Ye Fan walked out of the room, hugged Yang Lan's memorial tablet, and left Jade Girl Peak quietly. Before leaving, he glanced at Ye Chen.
He was going to Zhuxian Town to deliver Yang Lan's tablet to the Yang family. He also wanted to take Yang Lan's tablet with him to apologize to his late father-in-law and mother-in-law for not protecting their daughter.
Ji Ningshuang did not stop him from leaving. He could go out for a walk. If time could weather the memory, then he would use the vicissitudes of life to dilute the pain.
The next day, Ye Ling also left, leaving behind a letter and wearing the cloak given to her by her mother.
At night, her white hair was swaying, and her back was engraved with vicissitudes that were not commensurate with her age.
She first came to Tianxuan Gate and entered Lingxiao Palace.
Buzz! Buzz!
Lingxiao Palace trembled slightly, as if confused and distressed. It was not like this when Ye Ling left. How could that jumping, quirky little girl become like this? Her cultivation is still there, but her origin is gone. , has become an ordinary bloodline.
It doesn't matter, the main thing is that her figure is full of hurt and sorrow. What kind of blow has she suffered to make her in such a mess.
"Mother, Ling'er is gone."
"Maybe I won't come back for many years."
Ye Ling bowed her hands and bowed to Chu Xuan and Chu Ling. There were tears in the corners of her eyes, and then she slowly turned around.
She left, wearing a cloak, like a tourist, leaving the gate of heaven and entering the vast starry sky, leaving only a frail back. As she said, there will be a long period of time in the world of mortals. After spending time, I don’t know what year it will be when I come back.
Behind them, there were tears in the corners of Chu Xuan and Chu Ling's eyes. Although they were in deep sleep, they seemed to be able to hear, see and feel that their little Ye Ling must have suffered a blow.
Why!
Donghuang Taixin stood on the top of the mountain, sighing. It was here that she watched Ye Fan leave, and now she is also here to watch Ye Ling leave.
Ye Chen's son and daughter, one hurt and the other guilty, will probably not go home for many years after leaving this time.
He knew that Ye Chen also knew that he knew his child. Ye Fan went to Zhuxian Town, and Ye Ling went to many more places than Ye Fan.
As he expected.
Three days later, Ye Ling entered an ancient star and entered a spiritual mountain in the ancient star.
That was Third Young Master Tang's family, and she had traveled thousands of miles just to pay homage to Third Young Master.
Why!
Seeing it was Ye Ling, the third young master's father sighed secretly and left silently.
In front of the third young master's tombstone, Ye Ling was the only one left. He took off his cloak and revealed his white hair.
"Third Young Master, I'm sorry."
Her words were still choked with sobs, and in her eyes hazy with tears, there seemed to be an illusion: there was such a little fat black man, like a follower, following her all day long, clamoring to marry her, and willing to be her little brother , willing to accompany her back and forth, doing some deception and abduction.
Now, he is no longer here, she killed him.
To this day, I still remember the third young master’s persistence when he held her leg, and he refused to let go.
In front of the grave, musk burned, and the lingering smoke blurred her eyes and mind.
Perhaps, for a moment, the fat little black man named Tang Sanshao truly entered her heart.
But she didn't know if it was love. She only knew that she would cry when he died, and she would remember his name for endless years to come.
Reflecting the moonlight, she left.
Why!
The third young master's father watched her go and sighed again. He didn't blame Ye Ling. It was not her fault. If he wanted to blame it, blame it on the damn Zhuxian Sword. Love someone you shouldn't love.
Entering the starry sky again, Ye Ling wore a cloak again.
She reappeared as another ancient star.
In front of a mansion, white silk was fluttering. There was a funeral in the mansion. The deceased was killed by her. She came here to repent. She would bear the consequences of being killed or beheaded.
Just because she is Ye Chen's daughter.
There are some things that she needs to face, and she will never disgrace her father's reputation.
After a long time, someone came out of the mansion and invited her in.
In front of a grave, she bowed her hands to pay homage to the deceased and to repent to the family of the deceased. Just like she did to Ye Fan, those who are humble cannot be humble.
"My little friend, I don't blame you."
The host family is still reasonable, not because of Ye Chen's face, but because this disaster is indeed not Ye Ling's fault, but the evil done by the Zhuxian Sword, and they can tell the difference clearly.
"Thank you...senior."
Ye Ling bowed again and left silently.
One day later, she entered a continent.
"Go away, you are not welcome in the Wang family."
"Your father is the Holy Body, we cannot afford to offend him."
"The emperor's daughter is so high and mighty that you don't even have to kill someone to pay for it with your life."
Before entering the fairy mountain, a group of people rushed out of the mountain, with hateful faces.
Not everyone is reasonable. Too many people cursed and used weird tones. The ignorant juniors went too far. They threw stones from a distance and hit the weak little girl one by one.
Ye Ling stood quietly, untouchable, letting the gravel hit him one after another, like a person who was dragged to the street and despised by the world.
"damn it."
Di Lao, who was following secretly, picked up the guy and rushed out without looking at the monk's face or the Buddha's face. Anyway, Ye Chen saved the world more than once. Everyone owed him a huge favor. Her daughter came to confess, but she suffered like this. The treatment is really outrageous. A group of people who don't want to repay their kindness have their brains kicked by a donkey. The real culprit is Zhu Xianjian, not Xiao Ye Ling. If you have the guts to go to Zhuxian Sword to do it, catching a little girl to vent your anger is nothing.
"Don't go out."
Tian Lao was also there and grabbed Di Lao.
"Don't stop me, I'm going to go crazy."
"What is little Ye Ling doing out there? How can Ye Chen not know? She knew it but didn't stop her, which fully proves his meaning. If she can't see the ugliness of the world and the world of mortals, she won't be able to reach the top of the road. This is a confession, and it will be... It is a kind of training. Some things need to be experienced personally in order to understand them more truly. Ye Ling dares to come here to live up to the reputation of his father's generation. The gravel thrown at him will be traces of the Tao in his future years. "
"Although I don't know what you are talking about, I think... you are right."
Di Lao took a deep breath, took out the thing, and stuffed it back into the storage bag. When he looked at Xiao Ye Ling again, he couldn't bear to look at it.
That petite figure was in a mess, like a little beggar, standing in front of the ethereal fairy mountain, begging for something in the most humble posture.
boom! Boom!
Suddenly, there was thunder, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and there was lightning and thunder.
It's raining.
I don't know whether it was a ruthless rain or a compassionate rain. It lasted for three days and washed away the world, but it could not wash away the filth in the world.
Everyone who came out of the fairy mountain has left.
In the rain, Ye Ling was the only one left, still standing there quietly, standing still despite the pouring rain.
Now, even Tian Lao couldn't bear it anymore.
However, the two of them still did not come out after all.
"The Wang family, right? I remember it."
The old man said bitterly, I wonder if your family was so stubborn and arrogant when the demons attacked or when the ancient world was in chaos. After receiving so much kindness from the Holy Body, your conscience was eaten by dogs like this towards his daughter
On the fourth day, Ye Lingcai left silently.
Her journey was extremely long, she walked through patches of starry sky, entered ancient stars, and repented all the way.
In the home of the deceased, she endured all the understanding, abuse, and anger.
She left for an unknown amount of time, maybe March or May, maybe three to five years.
She repented not as the daughter of the Holy Body, but as Ye Ling. She had walked for so long that her whole body was covered in dust, and every step she took was a trace of time.
Just like her father, the best years are spent on the road.
Perhaps, she stood too high. She was born noble and did not know what fireworks in the world were like.
"That's...Ye Ling?"
In the starry sky in the west, Liehuo Zhanti and Zhang Zifan suddenly stopped, looking at the small silhouette from a distance, in a daze.
I haven’t seen Ye Ling for three years. I never imagined meeting her in the starry sky. Looking at her now, I feel heartbroken.
In the past, Ye Ling had a brilliant smile and was quirky.
Today, she doesn't have any of the splendor of the past. She is like a tourist whose body has been worn away by the years. She wears a cloak, but it can't hide her swaying white hair.
Zhang Zifan remained silent, just sighed silently, as if he had guessed what Ye Ling was doing. The daughter of the Holy Body family was not wrong, but in three to five years, she would reach nirvana, and she would realize the great truth in the ordinary.
Ye Ling gradually moved away, and the Liehuo War Body followed him, dragging Zhang Zifan by force.
Along the way, they saw so clearly and felt so distressed. There were a few times when Ye Ling was insulted by the world, the Fiery War Body almost went berserk. If Zhang Zifan hadn't held him back, I don't know how many families and sects would have suffered, or Zhang Zifan. See thoroughly.
There is a road that Ye Ling needs to walk on her own. Although it is long, it will give her a little peace of mind. What Ye Ling lacks is not the origin, but the perseverance under guilt. She needs to cross a spiritual hurdle.
“I don’t know how distressed it must be to see the Holy Body.”
"Do you think you can't see the Holy Body?"
Zhang Zifan said and turned around silently.
On an unknown day, Ye Ling entered an ancient mortal star and entered a mortal town in the ancient star: Zhuxian Town.
This was her first time in Zhuxian Town. In the quiet night, she stood outside the Yang family's mansion and did not move for a long time. This was the root of little Yang Lan.
Ye Ling's journey finally reached a stop.
Bathed in the moonlight, she sealed her cultivation, transformed into a mortal, and searched for the small garden where her father lived. She brushed off the dust on the table and found her father's fortune-telling outfit from under the bed.
The next day, in front of the dilapidated divination table, there was a white-haired little scholar. He had fine features and was quiet and quiet. He didn't like to talk.
That was Ye Ling, who was disguised as a man and wanted to go back to her father's path in Zhuxian Town.