Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

The sun sets, and the mountains in the distance look like sunrise.

The originally quiet room was now extremely lively. All the disciples of the Jiang family had come here to celebrate the birthday of Jiang Chen, the old man of the Jiang family.

Jiang Chen sat in the main seat, looking at his children and grandchildren with a gratified smile on his face. He then looked at his sister Jiang Xichen beside him and asked, "Sister, so many years have passed, do you still remember Uncle Ye?"

Jiang Xichen was stunned. She looked at her white-haired brother and sighed deeply. She didn't know how to answer this question.

After all, in everyone's eyes, Brother Ye had already left this world. In fact, Brother Ye was a strong man in the world of cultivation and had an endless lifespan.

Jiang Chen took a sip of wine, stroked his pale beard, and said with melancholy: "Looking back on those years, I feel that my life has passed so quickly. It was Uncle Ye who gave my Jiang family the life we ​​have now. If I had not been conscripted, perhaps Uncle Ye would not have left this world early."

Jiang Xichen patted Jiang Chen's hand gently and comforted him, "The past is over, don't be too sad. Uncle Ye would be pleased if he knew that the Jiang family is now prosperous. He is a man of great ability and great heart, and everything he does has deep meaning."

Jiang Chen nodded slightly, with a hint of nostalgia and melancholy in his eyes.

At this time, a young man from the Jiang family stood up and said respectfully, "Grandpa, you always mention Uncle Ye. What kind of a strange man is he? We have never seen him, but we have only heard a few words from you. We are full of curiosity."

Jiang Chen's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and he slowly said: "Uncle Ye, when he first came, he had an extraordinary temperament. His knowledge and abilities are far beyond ordinary people. He taught me how to read and write, and taught me many principles of dealing with people. At that time, he was like my father, helping me a lot."

Jiang Xichen listened to Jiang Chen's description, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth unconsciously, and Ye Qian'an's past appearance appeared in his mind.

The descendants of the Jiang family listened attentively, full of admiration and yearning for Uncle Ye, whom they had never met.

In this lively atmosphere, Jiang Chen and Jiang Xichen were immersed in memories of the past. The time they spent with Ye Qian'an was like a treasure treasured in their hearts.

Despite the passage of time, it still shines brightly, becoming an indelible mark in their lives and a story full of mystery and legend in the Jiang family's heritage.

The seeds of respect for chivalry and benefactors were planted in the hearts of future generations, and continued to be passed down as the Jiang family grew.

Ye Qian'an was standing at the door at this moment, listening to Jiang Chen's words, a little melancholy revealed on his handsome face, wondering whether he should go in to see him for the last time.

Looking at the Jiang family members who were having fun in the room, Ye Qian'an still pushed open the door of the room. This might be the best opportunity to comprehend the artistic conception.

As the door was pushed open, the middle-aged man who was selling Ye Qian'an wine during the day was a little surprised. He thought Ye Qian'an came for money, so he hurriedly said, "Young man, you left in a hurry today. I haven't given you the change yet. Wait a minute, I'll give you the money right away."

However, Jiang Xichen and Jiang Chen, who were still talking and laughing at the moment, were both stunned.

Jiang Xichen raised her head and stared at a young man who had appeared behind her at some point. This man looked much younger than her, but his eyes revealed a sense of vicissitudes.

Jiang Xichen was not unfamiliar with this person. She even recognized him at a glance. This was none other than Brother Ye, whom she missed very much.

However, this person's current appearance is completely different. Jiang Xichen looked at Ye Qiyan and suddenly remembered the scene when he was a teenager and pushed open the door of Ye Qiyan's shop and saw Ye Qiyan for the first time.

Ye Qian'an at that time was exactly the same as he is now. "Ye...Brother Ye...is it really...is it really you?"

Jiang Chen was already in tears at this moment. He stood up trembling all over, unable to believe his eyes: "It's really you...Uncle Ye...It's really you..."

Ye Qian'an looked at Jiang Chen's old face, and memories from another lifetime emerged in his mind. He even saw the child who had sent the bell to his shop.

Ye Qian'an looked at Jiang Xichen and Jiang Chen's excited expressions, and his heart was filled with waves. He nodded slightly, his voice slightly hoarse: "It's me, I haven't seen you for a long time, you have all changed a lot."

When everyone in the Jiang family heard this, they all looked in astonishment at the mysterious young man who had suddenly appeared. Then they realized that he was the Uncle Ye in the family legend, and they couldn't help but look at him with awe and curiosity.

Jiang Chen knelt directly under Ye Qian'an, tears falling uncontrollably, and choked up, "Uncle Ye, it's really your Uncle Ye, wuwuwu, I miss you so much..."

Ye Qian'an gently stroked Jiang Chen's head. Ever since the two met, Ye Qian'an had regarded Jiang Chen as his own son, and Jiang Chen also regarded Ye Qian'an as his own father.

The Jiang family disciples did not dare to be negligent, and all of them, including Jiang Xichen, knelt on the ground.

Ye Qian'an sighed, stretched out his right hand and rubbed Jiang Chen's head, saying: "I haven't seen you for nearly a few decades, I didn't expect you to have changed so much."

Jiang Chen raised his head with tears in his eyes. He couldn't believe that this was all true, but he couldn't help asking, "Uncle Ye, are you really an immortal?"

Ye Qian'an did not hide it this time. He nodded slightly and said, "Chen'er, don't be afraid. Uncle Ye is back."

"Uncle Ye... wuwuwu..."

Ye Qian'an helped Jiang Chen up, and then motioned Jiang Xichen and the Jiang family to stand up. His eyes slowly swept over everyone present, his heart full of emotion.

"I came back today because of a coincidence, and I also want to take another look at the Jiang family."

Jiang Chen still had tears in his eyes: "Uncle Ye, you must have gone through a lot of hardships over the years, but why do you still look the same?"

Ye Qian'an smiled slightly and explained: "The path of cultivation can delay aging and allow me to maintain a certain youthfulness. But the traces of time are still engraved in my heart."

Jiang Chen was in pain. The most painful thing in his life was that he did not give Uncle Ye a good life. If he had not been captured and forced to serve as a soldier, perhaps Uncle Ye would not have left.

"Grandpa, it's really you..." Jiang Shun also recovered from his previous shock and immediately ran over and said, "Grandpa Ye, you are actually an immortal?"

"Grandpa Ye, what is your level of cultivation? Why can't Shun'er see through your realm?"

Ye Qian'an rubbed Jiang Shun's head and said with a smile: "You can't guess my grandfather's cultivation. It's not that I don't want to tell you, but I can't tell you too much, otherwise it will affect your Tao heart. If you can break through to the Mahayana in the future, you will know it."

(End of this chapter)