Chapter 2151 I Know

Chapter 2151 I know

In the eleventh year, Ye Chen returned to Zhuxian Town.

The first time, he went to Yang's house.

Ten years later, Xiao Yang Lan still hasn't grown up. He looks like a pink toot when he is two or three years old, but Old Yang Chou's hair has turned white. How about holding a grandson? Not to brag, he and Xia Lan led the child out, who didn't know it, thought it was his granddaughter? The people of Zhuxian Town were surprised at first, but after a long time, they got used to it.

"This time, your time to go is not too short!" In the pavilion, Yang Ge was cooking wine and said with a smile, "I haven't seen you in ten years, I really miss it."

"You're a lot older." Ye Chen smiled, Yang Ge's old gray hair could not be concealed, but, compared to the same age, Old Yang was quite good. Today's Yang Ge is old , has passed the old age, and this is all due to the method of cultivating the mind that he passed down in his early years.

"You are the same." Yang Ge said with a smile, this is true. Although Ye Chen is a half-immortal, he did not deliberately hide his oldness, and there are silver threads on his temples. imprint.

Ye Chen smiled, took a sip of his wine, and glanced at Xia Lan from the corner of his eye.

When he left ten years ago, the yin and yang immortal pattern in Xia Lan's body had begun to decline gradually. Ten years later, although the yin and yang immortal pattern was still there, most of it had collapsed. He could see that Xia Lan's body was weak. Too much, his face is quite pale, and more morbid.

Xia Lan chuckled lightly, and had already seen it. It was a gift of immortals to live an extra twenty years.

Not long after, the three Yang Xuan also came. This time, they were sensible. They came with wine. They also had early gray hair, and even immortals could not stop the time, let alone mortals.

"It's been another ten years, do you really want to wait until we are buried in the earth?" Shangguan Jiu didn't seem to say, what about the promised immortal cultivation? Year after year, the waiting flowers are all gone.

"While you are still young, wait a few more years." Ye Chen smiled.

When he heard this, Yang Xuan almost flipped the table. Your sister, are you kidding us?

At night, Ye Chen walked out of Yang's house and walked slowly on the street. After walking back, there were many familiar faces missing on the street. It should be an old man in the late twilight. Gua, unfortunately, did not last until that time.

Ye Chen was silent, wearing a cloak, and passed by quietly, like a passerby.

to the door,

He stopped at the door of the small garden opposite.

Across the gap in the garden gate, he could see a young man, holding a doll in his arms, looking up at the stars, and on one side, there was a woman sewing clothes, sometimes looking here, showing a gentle smile.

The children of those days also grew up and married.

Up to now, Ye Chen didn't know his name, so before he knew it, he wanted to call him Qi reincarnation, implying the reincarnation of King Qi.

Who would have thought that the Prince of Qi, who led his troops to surround Zhuxian Town, lived in Zhuxian Town in another identity. Most people would not believe such things if they spread out.

Across the door, he only saw a family of three, but he did not see Qi's reincarnated grandfather. When he left ten years ago, the old man was still there, and when he returned ten years later, he had long since passed away.

Ye Chen was not disturbed and returned to his small garden.

I haven't returned for ten years, and many weeds have grown in the garden, the cobwebs in the house have formed layer after layer, and the dust on the tables and chairs is also clearly visible, and it is all desolate.

In the early morning, Ye Chen put on his clothes early.

After hearing about the myth of the martial arts and returning home, the people of Zhuxian Town gathered in droves, forming a long queue for several miles.

It was like that for three whole days.

In the blink of an eye, it is another ten years of spring and autumn. Those who should be old are getting old, and those who should fall are also falling. For example, Xia Lan can't get out of bed. If a person who is terminally ill has no strength to get up, then Ninety percent of the Dao Yin-Yang Immortal Patterns have been defeated.

Mr. Yang Ge still let him come every day, saying that he was here for fortune-telling, but in reality, he wanted to invite Ye Chen to see Xia Lan's illness. Perhaps, his family was the most normal for him. , a wife, often sick, and even more powerless.

Ye Chen went to see it a few times, but remained silent, not to mention that he was a half-immortal, even if he was not sealed, he could not save Xia Lan, just like him back then, when the time came, God couldn't keep him.

Xia Lan was still very tenacious. Lying on the hospital bed, she endured for another three to five years.

That night, Ye Chen was carving wood carvings under the old tree, and Yang Ge came in a hurry, leaning on a cane, looking flustered, he grabbed Ye Chen and left.

Ye Chen didn't resist, as if he knew where Yang Ge was going to take him.

Counting the time, Xia Lan's deadline has arrived.

This is also the case. Xia Lan on the hospital bed is already bone-shattered, with gray hair, and the beautiful eyes of the past are now turbid. Her lips need to be dry and chapped, her vitality is extremely dim, and her breath is intermittent, as if she will die in the next instant.

Seeing Ye Chen coming, Xia Lan wanted to get up, but she was helpless and only forced a smile.

Ye Chen didn't say a word, and he couldn't bear it. He witnessed with his own eyes... A woman of peerless elegance, in such a tragic age, will die tonight.

"Little friend, save her." Yang Ge stepped forward and knelt down with a bang, his words choked up, his old body trembled, and his old face was filled with tears.

Ye Chen picked up Yang Gelao, but shook his head helplessly, "Birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws of nature, forgive me for my helplessness."

At this moment, the still stubborn Yang Ge old, the old body slackened instantly, as if there was no spiritual support, even standing was unsteady, and it felt that the whole world was dark.

Ye Chen sighed and quietly withdrew, leaving the last time for the old couple.

There was only a family of three left in the room. Little Yang Lan was sleeping soundly in the cradle. She slept peacefully.

Yang Ge Lao sat on the head of the bed, carefully helped Xia Lan up, and let him snuggle into his arms.

"Don't be like this, everyone will die." Xia Lan smiled softly, but she was weak, her eyelids were shaking, and she could be closed at any moment. The Yin-Yang fairy pattern that supported her life was slowly dissipating the last bit of fairy light.

"You still have to walk in front of me." Yang Ge's voice was hoarse and vicissitudes.

"Xianggong, I'm already dead!" Xia Lan smiled, but her eyes were full of mist, and she finally revealed this... a secret that has been hidden for more than 30 years.

"I know, I knew it thirty-three years ago." Yang Ge smiled warmly and was surprisingly calm, "You are my wife, sharing the same bed, how could I not know."

Xia Lan cried and laughed, only to realize that these thirty-three years were just a play, she was hiding it from him, and he was willing to be deceived.

The deadline was approaching, and when she was dying, she raised her eyes with difficulty, looked at the cradle, looked at her sleeping child, and wanted to hug her again. As a mother, she did not wait for her daughter to marry. In the end, I couldn't see how she grew up. She should be a little beauty, she should look a lot like her, and many people should come to propose marriage...

"Xiang Gong, will you wait for me in the next life?"

"meeting."

"Then in the next life, we will be husband and wife again." Xia Lan smiled tenderly, but her soft words gradually weakened until the last trace of gaze disappeared from her eyes. After 33 years, she finally closed. Eye, made a promise of the next life, only two lines of tears, melted the love of this life, across the old and poignant cheeks.

Yang Ge was hugging him tightly, and he was still talking casually, carrying the late warmth, and talking about the vicissitudes of life. He seemed to be talking to himself, but also to Xia Lan, remembering them. In those years, they told about their vigorous love, bit by bit, along with the passing years, intertwined into a beautiful marriage.

Outside the room, Ye Chen heard the murmur and couldn't help sighing.

Yang Xuan, Shangguan Jiu, and Ling Feng were also there, and they all turned their backs, unable to bear to listen.

For a long time, I haven't seen Mr. Yang Ge come out, and the four of them haven't disturbed him. He has to give him time to say goodbye to his wife.

"Mother, wake up and play with me."

I don't know when I heard the tender voice. It was Xiao Yang Lan, who woke up from a deep sleep. At this moment, she was lying on the head of the bed, shaking Xia Lan with her small hands. Unfortunately, her gentle mother can't open her eyes anymore. Take a look at her.

Ye Chen turned around and left silently.

For the next three days, he didn't set up a stall for fortune-telling, and he never went to Yang's mansion. He only heard that the old man cried heartbreakingly. Before Xia Lanling, she cried bitterly.

Accompanied by the sound of suona, white paper money sprinkled all over the street.

On the day of Xia Lan's funeral, there were people standing on both sides of the road, hiding in tears. Xia Lan was kind-hearted during her lifetime, just like a female bodhisattva, who often helped the poor. Her death is very sad.

Ye Chen didn't leave the house, only quietly engraved his wood carvings.

On the fifth day, I heard someone knocking on the door.

The person who came was Yang Fan, the adopted son of the old man Yang Ge, who is now in his middle age, and has already started a family and inherited the mantle of Lao Yang.

"Senior, go and persuade your father! He has been kneeling in front of his mother's grave for three days and three nights." Yang Fan hoped.

Ye Chen didn't speak, sighed, put down the knife, got up and left the small garden.

In a forest outside Zhuxian Town, he appeared again.

Xia Lan's grave is inside, a cemetery she personally chose.

Before entering, Ye Chen heard the sound of the erhu, and the person pulling the string was Yang Ge's old man. His voice was mournful and filled the mountains and forests. Even the birds fell on the branches and did not fly away for a long time.

Ye Chen walked in slowly, and saw Yang Ge Lao from a distance, with messy white hair, sitting in front of Xia Lan's grave, with a hunched back, pulling the erhu tremblingly.

It is said in the world that one year of the qin and two years of the flute, three years of the pipa and five years of the zheng, one erhu plays for a lifetime. Today's Yang Ge is like this.

Ye Chen stepped forward, clicked on the old acupoint of Yang Ge, put him into a deep sleep, and left the forest on his back.

After he left, there was a shadowy figure in front of the grave, which was a demon.

Beside the demon, there was a woman, and upon closer inspection, it was actually Donghuang Taixin.

"Whether it can be resurrected." The demon said indifferently.

"No." Donghuang Taixin replied with certainty.

"You should know the secret of this ancient star." The demon said, and he flicked three musk sticks in his hands, sticking them in front of Xia Lan's grave.

It's a pity that Musk couldn't ignite, or that Xia Lan couldn't stand it.

"The reincarnation here seems to exist, but it's hard to break." Donghuang Taixin shook his head gently.

The demon also shook his head and smiled, "The King of Man's chess game is truly created by the heavens."