Chapter 2287 (1/2)

In the next few days, zhuxianjian did not come back.

Donghuang Taixin has sent people to investigate for several times, but they are all without trace. The colorful fairy sword seems to evaporate from the human world, but its appearance brings a layer of haze to the big Chu cage.

It's night, and the bamboo grove is quiet.

Under the moon, Donghuang Taixin stands quietly and looks up at the misty sky. There is a trace of worry hidden in her eyebrows. Perhaps, an ominous premonition will tell us that something bad will happen to us from tonight.

Compared with her, ye Chen is much more calm. If you know the future history, it is useless to worry about it. What should come will come, such as the invasion of demons. It is inevitable to avoid it.

Tonight, the leaves are quite free, and they go around in the bamboo grove. Take a look at the spirit flower and the fairy grass, and look at its back. I can see how it looks like a little thief.

He is not idle. He is waiting for someone to take a bath.

It's getting late. Wash and sleep!

When the breeze blows, Dong Huang Tai Xin closes her eyes and looks to one side. She seems to be able to see the illusory Ye Chen in her bamboo grove.

In her opinion, this is a memory illusion.

When ye Chen was still in the world, she would come to her from time to time. When she came, she would come to her. If she didn't have something, it would be a fairy grass or a spirit flower. If she didn't take it, she would be a thief.

However, she did not know that this was not a shadow of memory, but a cross samsara mapping, which could only be seen at a specific time and place.

Not only he, even ye Chen himself did not know.

If we can break the law of samsara, something wonderful will happen.

How can suddenly think of you.

Dong Huang Tai Xin shakes her head and smiles. She finally goes to the immortal pool. She is very sorry for ye Chen's death. He is the most amazing emperor of Chu. Although he has two faces, he is the myth of the heavenly gate. Because of him, this beautiful mountain and river is incomparably brilliant.

By the lake, she took off her fairy clothes.

Not far away, ye Chen has arrived, squatting on the stone.

Looking from afar, he looked like a toad, or an ambitious toad. He always wanted to eat swan meat.

When he went out again, he was smeared with nosebleed, and his determination was as tough as he was. It can be seen that there is much * * in the picture, and someone in the underworld also has this feeling.

I don't know which year, he just came out of the gate of heaven and went straight to the seventh generation.

Now he is ten years old. He is not in his hometown. On his way to escape from the famine, natural disasters and man-made disasters have caused him no gains for three years, so he has to go out to make a living.

Like him, there are not a few people who escape from famine.

Looking down, the refugees like the tide, one by one with their families, crutches and children on their backs. They are very hungry and thin. There are too many people who have fallen on the road to escape from the famine, and their bodies are everywhere, and they have become only ghosts and ghosts.

In the crowd, the seventh person is not conspicuous.

He was in a very poor state. He was wearing ragged clothes and sandals. His lips were dry and thin as firewood. His back was a little lonely. His parents were not there. He died of starvation on the road. He was alone.

Ye Chen walked with it slowly.

Though separated by samsara, he can clearly feel the hunger of the seventh generation. His hope is gradually disappearing, being swallowed up by despair, and may fall down at any time. In his dim eyes, the seemingly great mountains and rivers are dim to no light.

Suddenly, the seventh generation turned his head and took a look at his side.

Like other samsara bodies, he seemed to be able to see ye Chen, but he could not. He always felt that there was a man on his side who was looking at him with compassion.

The journey from famine is full of suffering.

There are always refugees who fall down and suffer from hunger and pain. This is a relief for them.

The seventh body is tenacious, supported by a wooden stick, walking with a difficult step, eyelids shaking, even the strength to open his eyes has no strength, really to the end of life.

He should be lucky that he fell in front of a small town and was rescued by a kind old man and brought back to his home to save his life.

The old man, however, makes Ye Chen's mood complicated.

It was Yin Zhiping. Yin Zhiping of a certain generation will be the leader of Hengyue in the future. He has integrated the spirit of the ancient dragon of Taixu. He has done too many evils and killed too many people. During his several years in power, hengyuezong was bloody.

Who would have thought that the enemy of life and death in the original era should have such a cause and effect in the samsara, which is the gratitude to save lives.

After several reincarnations, ye Chen's outlook on life has been subverted.

Such as situ Nan and Xie Yun, the good brothers of his time, killed him in the samsara, while Yin Zhiping, the enemy of the original era, saved him in the samsara.

The reincarnation of the heavenly gates is really a great drama.

Everyone in this land is an actor who plays a positive role and plays a negative role in the reincarnation.

The next year, Yin Zhiping of this life passed away.

The seventh generation became homeless again. He joined the restaurant and became a bartender.This old brother, eat or live in!

When ye Chen enters the restaurant, he hears these sounds. The seventh generation is diligent and efficient. He takes a meager salary and performs a life of bowing and bowing.

Thus, day by day, year by year, the seventh generation gradually grew up.

In the twentieth year, he became a family, married and had children.

In his thirtieth year, he was still the waiter of the restaurant.

In his 40th year, he left the town and went to an ancient town 50 miles away. With his half life's savings, he opened a noodle shop. After several decades of hard work, he finally went from a shopkeeper to a shopkeeper. He was ordinary and ordinary.

In the 50th year, he took up the fishing rod and became the shopkeeper.

However, he was still in his 60s. At the age of 59, he was lying in a hospital bed, which was the root of his illness when he fled the famine.

He walked peacefully and painlessly. To ordinary people, he was an old man.

In front of the bed, ye Chen watched him close his eyes. In the first half of his life, he was vagrant and died. At least, he was luckier than the second and third generations.

As the seventh generation closed his eyes, a mark of samsara flew out and integrated into his body.