Chapter 1582 I Want to Go Home

Chapter 1582 I want to go home

Ye Chen ran all the way, and only stopped when it was near dawn.

"It's undeniable, I'm cowardly." The guy stroked his beard and glanced back subconsciously.

Huang Quanzhong's words made him secretly swear that he would never approach the restricted area again, it was a fierce place.

Saying that, he patted the dust on his shoulder, stepped over a small river, and stepped into a vast land.

There are mountains here, but they are barren, the spiritual power of heaven and earth is thin, uninhabited, and all are desolate.

He didn't even know that Xuanhuang Beiyue still had such a desolate area, the ground was dry and cracked, and the sand was flying.

I don't know when, I saw two or three figures flying by Yujian, all of them monks, and their cultivation bases are not high.

He was dressed in a plain robe and walked all the way across the sky. His white hair fluttered and his robe swayed. With a long beard and a thin figure, he was really immortal.

Many monks in Lu Yu would bow to him respectfully, and his temperament was like a real fairy.

However, there are also a few cultivators who are not long-sighted, who are self-sufficient and powerful, and who are self-sufficient, and who form groups to rob.

Needless to say what happened to them, there were a lot of people who came, and it wasn't enough for Ye Chen to suppress them with one hand. They were robbed and their clothes were stripped of their clothes.

Ye Chen was still kind and didn't hurt their lives. Since he was looking for fun, he let them be happy.

On the road again, I encountered a lot of monks on the road, but I did not see any great supernatural powers.

However, after seeing so many people and walking such a long way, no one recognized him as the Eucharist.

In this regard, Ye Chen only smiled slightly, this effect should be what he wanted to see, dressed in this old state, silently being a passer-by, all the way to the world.

It was getting late, and I saw him floating down from the night.

I don't know why, after flying for a long time, I always feel that walking on the ground is the most practical, and there is a feeling of returning to the roots.

In the vast land, he is like a preaching ascetic, the raging yellow sand can't hide his lonely shadow.

"I beg all seniors to do well, give me a ride, I want to go home.

"Suddenly, the old words sounded, and they were far away, but they were clearly heard.

The voice was very humble, with a pleading tone, and a touch of sadness and crying, which made people's heart tremble.

Ye Chen walked slowly, crossing the raging yellow sand.

In the distance, he saw a hunched old figure prostrate on the ground, with ragged clothes and gray hair.

It was an old man, or more precisely, an old cultivator. Although he was a cultivator, he only had a condensed energy state.

Looking at the annual rings, it was nearly two hundred years old, and it was the first time that Ye Chen had seen the two-hundred-year-old condensed qi realm.

"I beg all seniors to do well and give me a ride. I want to go home." When Ye Chen watched, the old cultivator was kneeling again, bowing to the passing cultivator.

He is humble, like a mortal kneeling and worshiping an immortal, without dignity, pleading with bitterness.

Of course, passers-by ignored his pleas, the strong were respected, and the old monk was an ant.

Not only did no one respond, but some people scold them.

The old cultivator trembled violently, and he didn't dare to pant, just like a dog, crawling on the ground.

When the crowd dissipated, he stood up tremblingly, holding a bamboo stick, and staggering forward.

He is too old, his life span is short, and his vitality has collapsed. It has been calculated from the annual rings, and he will only survive for three days.

Ye Chen watched quietly, and followed him subconsciously.

The old monk has a vicissitudes of life, and every step is very difficult.

Looking at him, Ye Chen was like seeing himself in a hundred years, his life would end, and he had to use all his strength to walk.

Finally, the old monk stopped, perhaps tired, and snuggled under an old tree, holding a cane.

The night wind seemed so cold that he couldn't help curling up.

His old eyes were cloudy, without the slightest light, his eyelids trembled from time to time, and he couldn't help but fall asleep.

Ye Chen slowly stepped forward and stood under the old tree, "Old man, is your home very far from here?"

"Far, very far." Speaking of home, the old monk couldn't help but wipe his tears, his voice was hoarse, "I left home when I was ten years old and was taken away by immortals, I just wanted to return home, but I was in trouble in the middle. Daogen is ruined, abandoned, year after year, two hundred years in the blink of an eye, I just want the leaves to return to their roots."

Ye Chen was silent, chatting a few words, but he could hear Lao Xiu's state of mind, sad and helpless, he left home when he was young, but he was old when he returned, and he was going to die on the way home.

The old cultivator is too weak, he can only condense his energy, not even Yujian, the world is vast, and his home is too far away.

Involuntarily, he raised his hand slightly and placed it on the old cultivator's junior, using his essence to prolong his life.

This has nothing to do with him, the cruel monk world, there are too many such things, but he is willing to help the old repair.

It's all because of the old monk's words... I want to go home.

The two thought very much. The old cultivator wanted to go home, but why didn't he want to? He had also left his hometown for more than two hundred years.

The old cultivator trembled, looked at Ye Chen dazedly, tears welling up in his eyes, "Thank you, thank you senior."

Ye Chen smiled, but did not speak, feeling sad in his heart.

This sadness is for the old cultivator. When he returns home, it will be another kind of desolation. His father and mother are long gone, and his relatives will be buried in the ground for safety.

Things are right and wrong, look around, there is no one familiar, that kind of state of mind, how lonely.

The wind and sand were still there, and the old leaves were blowing rustling.

Ye Chen was kind, and while continuing his life, he also repaired his roots and helped him practice.

The old cultivator was very grateful. This should be the kindness he cultivated in his previous life. It was rewarded and he met a noble person on the way.

After three or five minutes, Ye Chen gently retracted his palm.

With the restoration of Daogen and the addition of the Holy Body Essence, the old monk has broken through the realm, and his old state has become much younger.

He crawls on the ground again, crying incessantly, the human world is ruthless, and there are good people in this world.

Ye Chen sacrificed softness and held up the old monk.

Then, a flying sword manifested, and he stepped on it one step at a time, smiling at the old cultivator, "By the way, I'll take you for a ride."

"Thank you, senior." The old cultivator was very excited, hurriedly wiped his tears, and climbed up the flying sword.

The flying sword roared across the sky at an extremely fast speed.

The old monk stood respectfully behind him, his old eyes staring at one side, that was the direction of his hometown, which was far away.

However, those distances, as far as Ye Chen is concerned, is nothing more than spending more time, he is a quasi-sage.

At dawn, Feijian fell in a small village.

Shanhe Village is the name of the village. A stone tablet stands in front of the village with these three characters engraved on it.

The village is not big, and there are only a hundred households. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, all of which are stone houses and one mu of rice fields.

The village in the early morning is full of vigor, the smoke is curling up, the farmer is carrying the hoe, and the children are playing.

They are all mortals, and some monks can't imitate the simplicity. Although they are vulgar, they live truly and freely.

The old monk trembled and rushed into the village, looking greedily at everything in front of him, one house, one room, and even one tree and one tree, just as he remembered.

He is also frantically searching, looking for his relatives.

However, when he found the home of the past, he could not find the people of the past, all of them were so unfamiliar.

And the people in the village looked at him with strange eyes, where did this old man come from.

The wailing sound came soon, from the junction of the village and the hill, where there were more than a dozen small tombstones.

The old monk knelt in front of the tombstone, weeping and crying. His parents and relatives were buried there. He was late, and they did not wait.

The people in the village gathered around, the farmer carrying the hoe, and the farmer holding the baby, all confused.

There were several generations between them, and no one recognized the old cultivator, and he didn't know why he was crying here.

Ye Chen watched quietly, sadness also emerged leisurely.

For mortals, two hundred years is too long, and he is considered a homecoming, but no one who knows him laughs for him.

If you miss two hundred years, you will miss this life, and the next reincarnation will be too long to meet again.

Ye Chen sighed, turned around slowly, and wanted to go on the journey again.

Of course, just as he was preparing to conquer the sky, the Di Jue hanging in his Divine Sea trembled, and the trembling was severe.

Ye Chen was amazed, he couldn't help turning around, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he swept across the village, his eyes fixed on one person.

It was a child, or an orphan. Other children were held by their parents, but he was alone, with a black face and a small wooden sword.

He also stood in the crowd, staring at the old monk with big eyes, wondering why the old man was crying.

Ye Chen came immediately, causing the villagers to look sideways.

Here comes an old man crying in front of the grave, and here comes another old man, very strange, I don't know who it is.

Ye Chen smiled, squatted in front of the child, and glanced at the crescent moon pendant hanging on the child's neck.

That pendant is just a part of Di Jue, only the size of your little finger, it is the last piece of Di Jue.

"Grandpa, who are you!" The child raised his head, his voice was tender and full of curiosity.

"I'm a passerby." Ye Chen touched the little guy's head, and his laughter was kind and kind.

"What is a passerby." The little guy's eyes flashed.

"Passengers are... passersby." Ye Chen laughed dryly and pointed to the crescent moon pendant hanging on the little guy's neck, "Grandpa likes this, I'll exchange it with you."

Saying that, Ye Chen took out a crystal clear spiritual fruit, which was full of fragrance, which made the children's eyes bright, and the eyes of the children present also lit up.

"It looks delicious." The child took off the crescent moon pendant, hugged the spirit fruit, and couldn't wait to take a bite. It was really sweet and smiled brightly.

"Grandpa, I want to eat it too." All the children looked at Ye Chen eagerly, drooling.

"Don't blame the old man, children are ignorant." The peasant and peasant women laughed and hugged the child tightly.

"It doesn't matter." Ye Chen smiled and took out the bag, which was full of crystal clear spirits and had a strong fruity fragrance.

"Eat it!" Ye Chen smiled, and stepped into the hill behind the village, because the crescent moon pendant that he just exchanged has been integrated into the emperor.

Di Jue is complete, and there is a strange divine power spreading in the sea of ​​​​divine, and it is difficult to stop his cultivation strength.

Helpless, he had to go into the mountains to study Di Jue.

Behind him, there are children full of joy, each holding a spiritual fruit, and has never eaten such a delicious fruit.