Immortal and Demon Cultivation

People always like to comment on a certain period of someone's life.

Comment on how he lives, why he lives like this, and whether it is meaningful.

You are not him, do not understand his experience, and are not qualified to comment on other people's lives.

In fact, everyone is a single individual.

The life of each person, even each age group, is different.

Whether he lives well or badly is inseparable from his life experience.

The same rice feeds a hundred kinds of people.

You can never find two identical leaves.

This is the meaning of life.

You can't ask others to live according to your thoughts.

You can't live in other people's thoughts.

Such a life is meaningless.

Qin Guichen obviously has not yet understood the true meaning of life, nor the meaning of life.

During the three days in Longmen Inn, Ye Xiaochuan gave her the feeling of two words.

Decadent.

Think about how he was so high-spirited and powerful when he first met this kid a few years ago.

Traveling between the heaven and the human world, he can decide the life and death of countless people in a chat.

Look at Ye Xiaochuan now.

Every day, he would either drink or be in a daze, or fiddle with his pots and pans in the kitchen.

In the eyes of ordinary people, there is nothing wrong with Ye Xiaochuan's way of life.

At least most ordinary people live like this for their whole lives.

However, Qin Guichen would never allow Ye Xiaochuan to live like this for his whole life.

Countless senior masters have surprisingly consistent evaluations of Ye Xiaochuan.

A golden scale is not something that stays in a pond. Once it encounters wind and clouds, it will turn into a dragon.

He is destined to be a flying dragon high above, not an earthworm struggling in the mud.

Qin Guichen saw Ye Xiaochuan drinking decadently, and for some reason, her heart was filled with anger.

There was even a feeling of regret for not being able to make a good person out of a good person.

She reached out and snatched the wine jar from Ye Xiaochuan, saying, "Can you please stop drinking! You are only in your thirties, and your life has just begun. Why do you want to soak yourself in the wine jar? You can still do a lot of things!"

Ye Xiaochuan looked at her with his turbid and vicissitudes eyes, and said, "You are not my wife, how can you control me?"

It was not pleasant to drink in the inn, and Ye Xiaochuan dragged his old body that did not match his age and walked out of the inn.

This time he did not go to the sand dunes in the east, but came to the Longbei Mountain behind the inn.

The army in the direction of Yumen Pass was retreating. They had been training for many days, and the storm was coming. The soldiers participating in the exercise in the Central Plains were retreating to Yumen Pass, and the cavalry in the Western Regions were retreating to Dayuan City.

The yellow sand rolled up by countless cavalry covered the sky and the sun, and the scene was spectacular.

Ye Xiaochuan looked at the scene in the distance and suddenly remembered a poem.

He didn't like reading, and he didn't know many poems. When he was young, he only memorized a few poems for show.

On the yellow sand plain, between the white clouds, there is a lonely city and a mountain.

Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not reach Yumen Pass.

He felt that the ancient poem he had memorized before was similar to the scenery in front of him.

It seemed that Wang Zhihuan was standing on this Longbei Mountain and created this popular and beautiful poem.

Yumen Pass, the western gateway of the Middle-earth, is like a dividing line.

On one side is the splendid and prosperous Middle-earth, and on the other side is the lifeless desert.

The spring breeze was blocked when it reached Yumen Pass.

It made the desert even more desolate.

Standing on Longbei Mountain, Ye Xiaochuan not only remembered Wang Zhihuan's ancient poem, but also many people and many things.

He remembered the words of his mother, Fairy Liuyun, before she died.

"Your father said that you were given to us by God, so he named you Tianci."

"Mom really wants to watch you grow up, and really wants to watch you get married and have children."

"Leave with Tianwen, live well, live for me, I will watch you in heaven."

"Mom can't be with you, I can't see you anymore..." "Xiaochuan, Xiaochuan, let me touch your face..." "Don't cry, I have no regrets to hear you call me mother before I die, but I can't... can't sew clothes and shoes for you anymore..." "Don't avenge me, my master said that I am destined to die... die in Long... Longbei Mountain..." Every time Ye Xiaochuan thought of this, tears flowed down his face.

"Ah!"

Ye Xiaochuan roared like a beast.

"Whoosh..." A violent anger burst out from his body.

The endless wind quickly formed a tornado, wrapping him tightly.

In the inn, Qin Guichen felt a bloodthirsty demonic power and ran out immediately.

But he found Wang Keke and Dugu Changfeng leisurely cleaning the jars for Aba.

Qin Guichen looked at the tornado column covering Longbei Mountain and said in surprise: "Senior Wang, what's going on?"

Wang Keke glanced at Longbei Mountain and said: "What's the matter? That stinky boy is going crazy again. Let's do what we should do."

He seemed to have been accustomed to such things.

The violent bloodthirsty demonic aura gradually dissipated, and the tornado column also dissipated.

The ancient and vicissitudes of life, as if full of infinite pain and attachment, came from Longbei Mountain.

Wang Keke said: "I think this kid must be missing his wife."

Qin Guichen said: "I heard that Yun Qiyou lost all his memories in the human world after the alliance in the human world. She no longer remembers Master Ye."

Wang Keke said: "I'm not talking about Yun Qiyou, I'm talking about his wife, his wife."

Qin Guichen was stunned and a little confused, and said: "Isn't his wife Yun Qiyou?"

Wang Keke said: "You don't know yet?

Didn't you chat for the past three days, staying together alone?

His wife is my niece. It was my niece who rescued him and took care of him in Cangyun Mountain. Then they slept together for more than half a year."

Qin Guichen didn't react for a long time.

Was Ye Xiaochuan rescued by Wang Keke's niece?

Wang Keke's niece, could it be Duan Xiaoxiao from Tiansheng Cave in Qilin Mountain?

No, Duan Xiaoxiao rushed to Lunhui Peak from Qilin Mountain with me and others. When we arrived at Lunhui Peak, Ye Xiaochuan had been rescued.

Besides Duan Xiaoxiao, does Wang Keke have other nieces?

Qin Guichen looked at Ye Xiaochuan who was sitting on Longbei Mountain and playing the flute, and said, "So he's married.

I didn't expect that his wife wasn't Yun Qiyou.

Senior Wang, I wonder who your niece is?"

Wang Keke said, "My niece is very famous, but she's very low-key, so you wouldn't know even if I told you.

It's been more than ten years since Ye Xiaozi saw his wife."

Qin Guichen was a little confused and said, "More than ten years?

The Human Alliance has only been held for four and a half years."

Wang Keke asked Dugu Changfeng to clean the jar for Aba himself, and he slowly stood up.

He also looked in the direction of Ye Xiaochuan.

He said slowly: "Miss Qin, there are many things you don't know, only I know what Ye Xiaozi has experienced in these years.

In everyone's mind, only four years have passed, but he has experienced nearly twenty years alone.

He has become an invincible sword god who can open the sky with one sword from a broken tendon and shattered dantian who can only lie in bed.

The loneliness and pain he has endured in the past ten years are something that ordinary people can never understand.

You think he is decadent and want him to cheer up.

In fact, you are wrong.

More than ten years ago, he had cheered up. Now he is not decadent, but mature."