Luo Shenyuan!
Ye Chen murmured, remembering a dream he had long ago.
It was during the competition between the three sects that I dreamed of a kind old man who asked him to burn a stick of incense in Luoshen Yuan.
Subconsciously, Ye Chen used his Immortal Wheel Eye to remove the barrier, walked in, and stopped in front of the stone tablet.
"Luo Shenyuan actually exists." Ye Chen looked at the stone tablet blankly and murmured again.
"That dream..." Ye Chen was in a daze and couldn't tell whether the dream was real or illusory.
After a long time, he moved his steps and walked into the valley.
Along the way, he looked around.
This valley is very peaceful, with peach blossom trees planted everywhere, and peach blossoms flying all over the sky.
This is like a mortal village, with cultivated rice fields, gurgling streams, gravel-paved country roads, flowers and trees in the depths, and several rows of bamboo houses. In front of the bamboo houses, there are several handfuls of farming equipment lying on the ground. hoe.
Ye Chen was in a trance again. Isn't this the world he longs for? Away from the hustle and bustle of the world, cultivate three to five acres of rice fields, work at sunrise and rest at sunset, accompanied by your lover, watching the sunset together.
Quietly, Ye Chen opened the bamboo door.
The furnishings in the bamboo house are simple, the tables, chairs and tea bowls are all so ordinary, without any spiritual atmosphere.
Ye Chen saw a spiritual tablet with spider webs wrapped around it, dust left by the years, and full of vicissitudes of life.
My dear wife, Concubine Yan!
Through the gaps in the spider web, Ye Chen saw four ordinary ancient characters on the spiritual tablet.
Yan... Concubine Yan!
Ye Chen opened his mouth and was stunned.
Concubine Yan, the wife of Emperor Chen, is also one of the ancestors of the three sects. He has never seen Concubine Yan in person, but he has seen her stone statue.
"This is the former home of Emperor Chen and Concubine Yan." In an instant, Ye Chen truly understood what this place was.
"The old man in the dream is..." A light of understanding flashed in Ye Chen's eyes, and the old man in the dream was Emperor Chen.
"The ancestor is still alive, otherwise how could he enter my dream." Ye Chen's thoughts were a little confused, and his heart skipped a beat at his own guess. That was Emperor Chen, the emperor of Da Chu!
"No." Soon, Ye Chen shook his head gently, denying his guess.
He clearly remembered that when he advanced to the quasi-heaven realm that day, the Demon King and the Ghost King almost advanced to the heaven realm. If Emperor Chen was still alive, they would not be able to cause the thunder disaster of the heaven realm.
He couldn't figure out where the dream came from since Emperor Chen was dead.
Could it be the remaining soul imprint
Ye Chen thought about it and felt that this guess was the most reliable. Because he still cared about his fate, he inadvertently fell into my dream.
Suddenly, he took out three sandalwood sticks with a flick of his hand, lit them with his fingers, stepped forward slightly, and inserted them into the incense burner.
"Junior Ye Chen, I'm here to kowtow to my two ancestors." Ye Chen knelt down, and the Holy Lord of Heaven kowtowed three times, showing respect to his ancestors.
At some point, he exited without cleaning the dusty and cobweb-covered bamboo house. This was the home of two ancestors who had passed away a long time ago. Everything here should have been fixed in time.
Ye Chen sat on the stone steps, quietly looking at this comfortable and peaceful world.
Vaguely, he could still see Emperor Chen wielding a hoe, and he also seemed to be able to see Concubine Yan sitting in front of the weaving frame weaving.
At that time, he was not the world-famous Emperor Chen, and she was not the famous Concubine Yan. They were just an ordinary couple, living a carefree life, unencumbered by the distractions of the world.
Ye Chen was fascinated by what he saw. They were as powerful as Emperor Chen and Concubine Yan, but they also yearned for the ordinary and hoped to be an ordinary couple.
However, in the world of disputes, they shoulder their due responsibilities. The so-called ordinary is just a luxury hope.
Involuntarily, Ye Chen felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.
Xuan Chen is the emperor, and his heart is for the world. The moment he puts on the armor, he is destined to live for the common people. When he takes off the armor, Concubine Yan has passed away. He has conquered the world, but he has failed his lover. .
"All the people in the world have nothing to do with you." Ye Chen spoke, but his voice was hoarse and he said it a little sadly.
He laughed, a little self-deprecating, and kept complaining for Concubine Yan, but he was not as good as Emperor Chen, who threw himself on the cold armor for the sake of peace in the world and the miserable world.
The breeze blew, and although it was warm, it made him curl up and fell asleep peacefully.
The breeze was still blowing, messing up his gray hair. Between the gaps in his hair, you could vaguely see his face, engraved with fatigue, and the stubble around his mouth, each one with traces of time.
I don't blame him!
In the quiet Luoshen Valley, at some point, such a misty voice sounded.
That woman's voice was graceful and soft, free of worldly filth and extremely pure.
Suddenly, Ye Chen opened his eyes, and saw a woman in plain clothes sitting in front of the weaving frame not far away. She had white hair shawl, plucking the silk, taking her time, and occasionally raising her hands to hold the silk. hair.
Ye Chen was stunned for a moment, and after a second, he hurriedly stood up, raised his hands and saluted, "Junior Ye Chen, I have met my senior."
"Life is like this silk, every strand is a trace, what is woven is the years, what is left is the vicissitudes of life." Concubine Yan whispered, still facing Ye Chen, leaving behind an eternal scene. .
"It was the ancestor Xuan Chen who asked me to come and offer incense." Ye Chen glanced at Concubine Yan, "He still cares about you."
"I put on the armor for him and pushed him to the common people." The ancient things, in Yan Fei's mouth, are so ordinary. The long years and the vicissitudes of life, the memory is still like the world of mortals, slowly reincarnating.
"Senior, do you regret it?" Ye Chen looked at Concubine Yan quietly.
"I don't want to live forever, but I want to live through it. That's good." Concubine Yan smiled softly, took off the knitted cloth, took out the slender silver needle, and took out a strand of silver wire, stitch by stitch, as if in make clothes.
Seeing this, Ye Chen opened his mouth, but he never said the words. He just stopped in front of the bamboo house and looked at Concubine Yan quietly.
At some point, Concubine Yan's eyes became blurry. Although she was in front of him, she seemed as far away as a dream.
The breeze blew by, and Ye Chen's body trembled. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around confusedly.
The next second, he jumped up suddenly and suddenly looked in one direction, only to see that the weaving frame was empty and covered with spider webs. There was no so-called Concubine Yan weaving there.
Another dream
Ye Chen murmured.
Suddenly, he suddenly felt soft in his hands, and subconsciously lowered his head, only to realize that it was a piece of clothing, not glamorous, but a piece of plain clothing, and every stitch and thread looked so ordinary.
"This..." Ye Chen was stunned, and his mind was a little dazed. This was woven by Concubine Yan in the dream.
"Holy Master, Concubine Yan is still alive?" In the Tianxuan Gate Hall, Fu Ya in front of the Huantian Water Curtain looked at Donghuang Taixin on one side in shock.
"He died a long time ago." Donghuang Taixin whispered with a smile.
"Then that dress..."
"Da Chu, it really surprises me that there are still people who have realized that kind of secret technique that reaches the sky." Donghuang Taixin did not answer Fu Ya's question, but her words were extremely ethereal and full of endless profound meaning.
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