Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

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In the early morning, Xianxian Town is reflected in morning light, warm and warm.

Among the hustle and bustle crowd, Ye Chen came forward with his head, and his old friend passed away one after another, and he couldn't stop his fortune-telling. He was still the restaurant or the dilapidated tables and chairs.

Thirty-six years, he is also old, with gray hair and long beard.

At this moment, there is no need to use Yi Rong anymore. He is a real old man, and his old age can't conceal his old age. One day, he will fall back to his roots.

As people get older, their brains become more and more horrible. When they sit there, they will always be dumbfounded.

So much so that he didn't know when someone arrived.

At the fortune-telling table, there stood a woman standing in Tsing Yi without dust, her eyes were clean, as clear as water, and she was looking at him tentatively at the moment, "Holy Lord, are you?"

On hearing this, Ye Chen looked up and saw a familiar cheek.

That is the Xingyue Maiden, the person of Xingyue Palace in the previous life.

Speaking of her always reminds of another person: Ye Xingchen. At that time, Ye Xingchen had made a lot of movements for her. However, they wanted to make a difference, but they wanted to be ordinary, but because of the fairy sword, they should have broken a beautiful marriage.

That **** scene of that year, Ye Chen still remembers it so much. The **** Ye Xingchen, lying in the arms of the Saint Moon and the Moon, is so miserable.

"Really it is you." Stellar Xingyue said with excitement. Although Ye Chen was full of age, she, as a monk, recognized it at a glance. She never expected that she would be in a mortal ancient star. The tenth emperor of Dachu is far from his hometown. I don't know how many star fields.

"Don't come without worries." Ye Chen smiled mildly, and it was no surprise to see the Saint Xingyue here. How she looks like Dragon Five then, who is looking for the reincarnated Oriental Jade Spirit, and she, Looking for her reincarnation Ye Xingchen.

The Lady Xingyue also laughed. Her eyes contained water mist, and she looked at Ye Chen so embarrassingly. Ye Xingchen was Ye Chen's body. She looked exactly like her deity. Looking at Ye Chen today, she looked like Ye Xingchen of the year.

Three or five seconds later, she hurriedly wiped away her tears, wondering, "How can the Lord be here, how can he be so old, and what is your cultivation? The origin and the bloodline?"

"Huafan practice." Ye Chen laughed.

"No wonder." Saint Xingyue murmured softly, and could see the seal in Ye Chen's body, which was high in grade and rare in the world. She couldn't solve it by her present way.

"If you are tired, rest." Ye Chen sighed. The cheeks of Xingyue Maid were really embarrassed. In order to find Ye Xingchen, most of them were all the same, unfortunately, so many incarnations have found it, but they did not have Ye Xingchen. There are Emperor Swordsman, King Ouyang, Duguo Pride, Nangong Yue, Tiger Doll, God Xuanzhang ... There are too many people, even he himself does not know, where those great Chuying souls have been reborn, and whether they are still alive .

"I will find it." Goddess Xingyue laughed with tears, which was her lifelong belief.

The old people met with only a few words.

Before the night fell, Saint Xingyue left, and embarked on the journey to find Ye Xingchen. Her beautiful back was lonely in the dust of years.

Ye Chen also left, carrying a fortune teller, and walked towards Xiaoyuan.

He has lived this way for many years since then, working at sunrise and dying at sunset, like an emotionless walking dead, repeating the same thing every day.

Time is like a knife, it is another ten years.

The Emperor Han collapsed, the new emperor succeeded, and was the emperor's decree for amnesty, covering every ancient city, and can be regarded as the prince of righteousness, at least, without extortion.

For ten years, Ye Chen has never been in Puxian Town. No matter in spring, autumn, winter, or summer, she has never been absent. For all kinds of people, fortune telling, there are killer assassins, there is a princely general, and there are farmers and hunters. There are many ways in the world.

Times are changing, he is changing, and he is getting older.

On the bustling street, an old and a small figure are very eye-catching.

It is Yang Fan and Xiao Yang Lan.

Yes, Yang Fan is also old. The only thing that does not change is Xiao Yanglan. Who would think that that little girl would be Yang Fan's sister. In the eyes of the world, she is like a child, not eroded by years, forever It doesn't grow up, it will always be two or three years old.

She was still so sensible and came to give Ye Chen a bun.

Ye Chen smiled mildly, like an amiable grandpa.

Ten years later, this little girl probably didn't remember who her father and mother were, and the seal in her body was still not loose. The sealed heavenly fate seemed to be sleeping.

They left and went outside the town to worship their father and mother.

In the fiftieth year, the demon came and sealed the reincarnated Qi with great magical power, and then he disappeared without a trace, leaving no word before he left.

In the sixtieth year, someone was invited to the Moon Palace. It was the ninth-generation palace owner, who came to worship Xia Lan, and was also a magnificent woman. But she was destined to live alone.

In the seventieth year, a new generation of martial arts lords came and came to see him, a martial art myth. He asked offensively for a trick, and was completely defeated. Then he martial arts was abandoned and he lived in the forest.

In the seventieth year, Yang Fan went to Huangquan Road with a smile. He was holding Ye Chen's hand tightly before he died. It was Ye Chen that year that changed his life. He would have starved to death if he had n’t accepted it. On the streets, there will be no children and grandchildren today.

The moment he closed his eyes, Yang Lan cried and cried.

Ye Chen turned around, without a word, and walked out of the room in an old pace.

That year, it was Yang Ge who he sent away.

Now it is him again, who has sent Yang Fan away.

He is really an old monster. Two generations have died in his life. Even the emperor of the Han Dynasty changed three. His old back reflects the vicissitudes of time.

Ten years of spring and autumn, ten years of winter and summer, ten years of flowers bloom.

Blink of an eye, it is another 30 years. It has been nearly 100 years since he came to Puxian Town.

These hundred years are the lives of mortals.

Ye Chenjing sat at the fortune-telling table, looked around, and the prosperous street. Half of the people were gone. He watched them year after year. He died one by one. Every night, he would mention Drink good wine, take the paper money, go to the grave to worship, talk to old friends and talk to them about the younger generation.

Wuxian Town is still the same year.

And his existence, however, illustrates very well what is right and wrong.

At this instant, he smiled, even the vicissitudes.

At this instant, he also really understood, understood the meaning of the king of people, and experienced the life of a mortal in person, only then did he understand the true meaning of the Tao.

The word of the world is also the word, that is the word of the human world.

He came to his senses, penetrated the world, the old state of mind, and renewed his nirvana.

During the transformation, as a semi-immortal, he really touched the bottleneck of the Great Saint. As long as the demons unraveled the seal, he would be able to seal the Great Saint. This is him. The gift is more precious than the one from Tu Di.

Suddenly, there was snow in the sky, and the white cage twilighted.

The people on the street all hurriedly left. When passing Ye Chen, they did not forget to stop. May Ye Chen close his stall earlier and go to his home to be warm and warm, and don't freeze it.

Ye Chen waved his hand gently. It was not cold, it was old and tired. After waiting for a hundred years, he no longer wanted to move his feet. He was tired, lying on the table weakly, closing his old eyes and letting that snow Flying, letting that cold wind, stand still, falling snow stained his clothes, but the vicissitudes of the body, but it could not be covered.

In the snow, a blast of wind blew, carrying a woman's fragrance.

Ye Chen knew that the woman in her dream was here again.

Even he could clearly feel that she was sitting at the fortune-telling table.

"It's snowing." In the dream, the woman's lips lightened slightly, and her voice was clear and beautiful, like a fairy tale, like a fairy tale, every note was filled with the tenderness of the woman.

Her word, in an illusion, trembled Ye Chen's body.

Because he could hear the woman in his dream.

Because the voice of the woman in the dream is so familiar that it has long been carved into the soul.

He raised his head sharply and looked at the opposite. The woman in the dream was turning from dream to reality, and if carved out of thin air, she carved the flourishing face of the world, and carved the peerless beauty and white hair of her. , More holy than the falling snow, like the fairy in the heavens, not eating the fireworks on earth, not messing with the dust of the world, the beauty is dreamlike.

"Taoyou, can you be married with a little girl ..." Her eyes were tearful.

"Okay!" Ye Chen cried and laughed.