The First Thousand Six Hundred and Eighty Third Chapters Return to Their Roots

Chapter 1683 Leaves return to their roots

"Ye Chen, will you remember me?" In the dark, there seemed to be a soft whisper that resounded in Ye Chen's ears.

That was Nan Ming Yushu, the daughter of Emperor Xuan, who said the last love words to him at the last moment of closing his eyes.

Three years is not a gift from God, the way of heaven is ruthless.

Three years, in exchange for a woman's life.

She was a beautiful woman, but she died, and she married a man named Ye Chen with her precious youth and life.

He burst into tears, and the pain pierced his lungs, just as he swallowed Tianji Pill in the past and saw Xuannv and Luo Xi.

He would understand why Emperor Xuan's eyes were full of kindness when he looked at him, and he would also understand the story carried by that wedding dress.

The funny thing is that he didn't know until he was dying.

Cause and effect, it is the entanglement of blood and tears, and the entanglement of love and love. In the world of the mortal world, Nan Mingyushu will never be seen again.

All cause and effect, all with the bright red wedding dress, vanished.

"Is it worth it?" He smiled with tears, and his trembling hand reached into his body, pulling a strand of soul out of his body.

It was his soul, and it was also Nan Ming Yushu's soul, which was tightly clenched in his palm, not letting go for a long time.

His soul was separated from the body, and his eyes lost the last glimpse, like a fallen leaf, rippling in the star wind.

In the starry sky, a woman stumbled with an immortal sword, her clothes were stained with blood, and behind her were a series of bloody footprints.

That was Chu Xuan. After fighting for more than a dozen demon generals, she searched all over the starry sky, and finally found this death star field.

"Ye Chen." She spoke, took a step forward, threw herself into the starry sky, and hugged Ye Chen into her arms.

"I can't hold it anymore." Ye Chen smiled tiredly, his eyelids trembled, he wanted to close, and he wanted to sleep here forever.

The tearless goddess, with water mist lingering in her beautiful eyes, condensed into frost under the moonlight, crystal clear and bright.

Heartless and tearful, that memory fairy light finally merged into her divine sea, and the memory of her previous life was unsealed in an instant.

Her name is Chu Xuan, Ye Chen's master, the peak owner of Hengyue Jade Girl Peak, she loves her disciple and wants to put on a wedding dress for him.

She came back, along with her tears, all the memories came back, carrying past events and ancient love.

"Your tears are for me." Ye Chen smiled tiredly and raised his hand with difficulty to wipe away the tears for her.

"Chu Xuan, I'm Chu Xuan, your Xuan'er, I'm back." Chu Xuan choked, her eyes were full of tears, and she couldn't cry.

Past and present life, three hundred years, seems like a dream.

Before waking up, she lay in his arms and called out his name.

After waking up, he was lying in her arms, full of white hair, older than the years, guarding the last trace of tenderness.

"Go home, I want to go home, take me home." Ye Chen was buried in Chu Xuan's arms, whispering softly, his words were vicissitudes and exhaustion.

"Go home, I'll take you home, please, don't die." Chu Xuan's face was full of tears, and she poured her essence into Ye Chen's body desperately, only wishing to extend her life for him.

Of course, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stabilize his annihilation vitality, and even if Luo Jinxian was alive, he couldn't save him.

"Tired." Ye Chen smiled tenderly, tired and wanted to sleep.

In a word, his eyes slowly closed, and the hand that touched her cheek also drooped down weakly.

He never touched her cheek, and he couldn't help her wipe away the tears and the scars on her face.

"No...no no..." Chu Xuan cried in a hoarse voice, like a helpless child, pleading helplessly.

Her long hair, strands of snow-white, fluttered in the wind, and every strand was engraved with vicissitudes and endless pain.

The god general and the nine emperors came, and they hesitated, only sighing.

Sword God, Donghuang Taixin, Jiang Taixu and the others also came, but they silently stopped a hundred feet away, sighing uncontrollably.

The divine light in the starry sky continued, and the monks from Xie Yun, Xiong Er, Yang Dingtian, and Da Chu all came, and their faces were extremely pale.

Every fist was soaked in blood, and every pair of eyes was covered with bloodshots... Ye Chen was dead.

"Ye Chen." The choked call came from afar, resounding through the starry sky, with beautiful shadows and tearful eyes.

It was Shangguan Yu'er, Bi You, Lin Shihua, Haotian Shiyue and the others who had left the Tianxuan Secret Realm, but they heard bad news.

Before they reached the starry sky, they collapsed to the ground, tears could not stop flowing, and they forgot the years with heartache.

"You said you wanted to marry us." The poignant tears crossed the poignant cheeks, making people feel sad and pitiful.

The starry sky was as silent as death. Time seemed to freeze at this moment. She hugged him, motionless, like a statue.

It was really God's trick, she remembered, but he died.

In the past life, I missed three years and three years, a great reincarnation, and another three hundred years.

Suddenly, the ancient death song sounded, full of sadness, and the starry sky was swaying, as if to see off an unparalleled hero.

Everyone who heard it bowed their heads sadly and couldn't help grief.

The God of War, who was full of anger, finally fell in the years.

The so-called immortal myth is, after all, just a legend.

When the breeze came, his body turned into a piece of flying ash, rippling in the starry sky, flying with the quicksand, and submerged into the galaxy.

Chu Xuan's eyes have no light, and there is no love in life, and she is also transforming the Tao, just like Chu Lingyu transformed the Tao when Hong Chen died.

Donghuang Taixin took action, banned her, and pushed her to sleep with her supernatural powers.

Perhaps, her actions were too cruel.

Ye Chen is dead, and her life in the world is a torture. Being able to go on the road with him is her best destination.

Of course, she can't die. When she was a child, she was exactly the same as Ruoxi's life. Her existence was related to the secrets of all ages.

Chu Xuan was sealed, Ye Chen dissipated, dust returned to dust, soil returned to soil.

Only a wisp of soul escaped from his hand and swayed in the wind.

That is the soul of Nan Ming Yushu, who was left in this world by him.

The human king sighed, raised his hand slightly, and dragged her soul.

Vaguely visible, in that soul, there is also the shadow of Nan Ming Yushu, wearing a wedding dress, dancing gracefully, looking back and smiling.

There are tears in Xuanhuang's eyes, his demeanor is getting older and older, he is the emperor of Great Chu, but he is not a good father.

On the way back, full of pain, Xiyan held a jade jar containing Ye Chen's ashes, and cried all the way.

The fallen leaves return to their roots, and he wants to go home, which is his dying wish.

On the Jade Girl Peak, a small tomb was erected.

All splendor, all glory, all legend, all myth, are buried in the little tomb.

This is his home, endless years, here to sleep.

"Life after life, we will guard you." The girls laughed and had tears, all wearing wedding dresses with the tenderness of their wives.

Da Chu is covered with white silk, and all the younger generations wear sacks and filial piety for him.

On every mountain peak, this figure stands, the older generation sighs, and the younger generation is decadent, quietly looking in the direction of Hengyuezong.

For many years in the future, any Da Chu cultivator would probably sprinkle a piece of it on the ground before drinking to pay homage to him.

After the war, the barrier between Great Chu and the heavens was removed.

The legend of Da Chu is spread all over the starry sky, and everything they have done for the heavens is also regarded as a story and told to the world.

The cultivators of the heavens came together, just to take a look at Da Chu.

It is this land, and the people of this land, once built a blood-colored Great Wall for the common people of all regions.

"Is this your hometown?" Under Hengyuezong, Beisheng's eyes were blurred, lingering around the kettle, turning into tears.

Nandi, Long Jie, Little Ape Emperor, Kui Niu and the others also came, and stopped at the foot of the mountain, looking sad and silent for a long time.

In the past, they all knew that he was a man with a story.

But he never imagined that his story would be so long, all the way through the dust, against the long river of time, going forward alone.