Chapter 910 Luoshenyuan
Luo Shenyuan!
Ye Chen murmured and remembered a dream from a long time ago.
It was during the great competition of the three sects, and I dreamed of a kind old man and asked him to go to Luoshenyuan to have a stick of incense.
Subconsciously, Ye Chen used Xian Lun's eyes to remove the barrier of the enchantment, walked in one step, and stopped in front of the stone tablet.
"Luo Shenyuan really exists." Ye Chen stared at the stone tablet in a daze, and murmured again.
"That dream..." Ye Chen was in a trance, unable to tell whether the dream was real or unreal.
After a long time, he moved his footsteps and walked into the valley.
Along the way, he looked left and right.
This valley is very calm, peach blossom trees are planted everywhere, and peach blossoms are scattered all over the sky.
This is like a mortal village, with rice fields, gurgling streams, country paths paved with gravel, flowers and trees hidden in the depths, and several rows of bamboo houses are located. hoe.
Ye Chen was in a trance again, isn't this the world he yearns for? Away from the hustle and bustle of the world, away from the hustle and bustle of the world, cultivate three or five acres of rice fields, work at sunrise and rest at sunset, accompanied by a lover, and watch the sunset together.
Quietly, Ye Chen pushed open the bamboo door.
The furnishings in the bamboo house are simple, the tables, chairs, tea bowls are so ordinary, and there is no spiritual atmosphere.
Ye Chen saw a spiritual card with spider webs wrapped around it, dust from the years, and full of vicissitudes.
My beloved wife, Concubine Yan!
Through the gap in the spider web, Ye Chen saw four ordinary ancient characters on the spiritual card.
Yan... Concubine Yan!
Ye Chen opened his mouth, and the whole person was stunned there.
Concubine Yan, the wife of Emperor Chen, is also one of the three ancestors. He has never seen Concubine Yan in person, but he has seen her stone statue.
"This is the former home of Emperor Chen and Concubine Yan." In an instant, Ye Chen really understood where it was.
"The old man in the dream is..." Ye Chen's eyes flashed the light of enlightenment, and the old man in the dream was Emperor Chen.
"The first ancestor is still alive, otherwise how could he enter my dreamland." Ye Chen's thoughts were a little confused, and his heart jumped because of his guess, that was the emperor of Chen, the emperor of Da Chu!
"No." Soon, Ye Chen shook his head slightly, denying his guess.
He clearly remembered that when he advanced to the Quasi-Heaven Realm that day, the Demon King and the Ghost King almost advanced to the Heaven Realm. If Chen Huang was still alive, they would not be able to attract the Thunder Tribulation of the Heaven Realm.
He couldn't figure it out, since Chen Huang was dead, where did the dream come from.
Could it be the imprint of the remaining soul?
Ye Chen thought about it, and felt that this guess was the most reliable, because he still cared about the fate of the world, so he inadvertently fell into my dream.
Suddenly, he took out three sandalwood incense sticks with his hands, lit it with his fingers, stepped forward slightly, and inserted it into the incense burner.
"Junior Ye Chen, I'm here to meet the two predecessors." Ye Chen knelt down, and the Holy Master of the Heavenly Court kowtowed three times, showing respect and respect. This is respect for the ancestors.
I don't know when, he just withdrew. He never cleaned the bamboo house full of dust and cobwebs. This was the former home of the two ancestors. They have passed away for a long time. Everything here should be fixed in time.
Ye Chen sat on the stone steps, quietly watching this peaceful and peaceful world.
Vaguely, he could still see Chen Huang waving a hoe, and it seemed like he could see Concubine Yan sitting in front of the loom weaving cloth.
At that time, he was not the emperor Chen who made the world famous, nor was she the famous concubine Yan, they were just an ordinary couple who lived a carefree life and were not swayed by the disturbances of the world.
Ye Chen was fascinated by it. He was as strong as Emperor Chen and Concubine Yan. He also longed for ordinary and wanted to be an ordinary couple.
Of course, when the world is strife, they shoulder their due responsibilities. The so-called ordinary is just an extravagant hope.
Involuntarily, Ye Chen felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.
Xuanchen is the emperor, and he has the world in his mind. The moment he put on the armor, he was destined to live for the common people. When he took off the armor, Concubine Yan had passed away. .
"There is nothing in the world, what has it to do with you?" Ye Chen said, but his voice was hoarse and a little sad.
He laughed, laughing a little bit at himself, and he kept complaining for Concubine Yan, but he was not as good as Chen Huang, for the peace of the world, for the tragic world, he threw himself on the cold armor.
The breeze was blowing, although it was warm, it made him curl up and fall asleep peacefully.
The breeze was still blowing, messing up his gray hair, and in the gaps in the hair, a face was faintly visible, engraved with exhaustion, and the stubble around his mouth was full of traces of time.
I don't blame him!
In the quiet Luoshenyuan Valley, I don't know when, such an ethereal voice sounded.
That woman's voice was graceful and soft, without the filth of the world, and was extremely pure.
Suddenly, Ye Chen opened his eyes, only to see a plain-clothed woman sitting in front of the weaving frame not far away. She had white hair and a shawl. 's hair. First launch https:// https://
Ye Chen was stunned for a second, and after a second, he got up in a hurry and bowed his hands, "Junior Ye Chen, I have seen my senior."
"Life is like this silk, every strand is a trace, weaving out the years, leaving behind the vicissitudes." Concubine Yan whispered, still turned her back to Ye Chen, leaving an everlasting picture .
"It was Xuanchen's ancestor who asked me to offer incense." Ye Chen glanced at Concubine Yan, "He still cares about you."
"I put on the battle armor for him and pushed him to the common people." Ancient things, in the mouth of Concubine Yan, are so plain, long years, vicissitudes of life, and memories are still like red dust, slowly reincarnating.
"Senior do you regret it?" Ye Chen looked at Concubine Yan quietly.
"I don't want to live forever, but I want to walk through it. That's fine." Concubine Yan chuckled, took out the woven fabric, took out the slender silver needle, and took off a strand of silver thread, needle by thread, as if in make clothes.
Seeing this, Ye Chen opened his mouth, but when the words came to his mouth, he didn't say anything. He just stopped in front of the bamboo house and looked at Concubine Yan quietly.ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм
I don't know when, Concubine Yan's eyes became blurred, although in front of him, it was like a dream out of reach.
The breeze blew, Ye Chen's body trembled, he slowly opened his eyes, and looked around in confusion.
The next second, he jumped up abruptly and suddenly looked towards one side, only to see that the front of the weaving frame was empty and covered with cobwebs, and there was no so-called Concubine Yan weaving cloth there.
Dream again?
Ye Chen murmured.
However, he suddenly felt the softness in his hands, and lowered his head subconsciously, only to realize that it was a piece of clothing, not bright and beautiful, but a plain piece of clothing, and every stitch and thread seemed so ordinary.
"This..." Ye Chen was stunned there, feeling a little dazed, this was woven by Concubine Yan in the dream.
"Holy Master, Concubine Yan is still alive?" In the main hall of Tianxuanmen, Fuya in front of the Huantian Water Curtain looked at Donghuang Taixin on the side in amazement.
"Long dead." Donghuang Taixin smiled softly.
"That dress..."
"Da Chu, I am really surprised that there are still people who have realized that kind of secret art." Donghuang Taixin never answered Fu Ya's question, but her words were incomparably ethereal and full of endless deep meaning.