The cloud like Valley in the night is peaceful and quiet.
In front of the bamboo house, peach blossoms fluttered and scattered, falling on Ye Chen''s body, covering half of his body.
He didn''t sleep peacefully, his brows were locked, his face was pale, his expression was painful, his clothes were wet with sweat, and he seemed to be having a nightmare, and his hands were beating at random from time to time.
When the demons attack the seven evil spirits, the immortals will fight against the heaven!
It is the ethereal words, such as the Buddha reciting the Scriptures, which linger in his ears and mind for a long time. It is like a magic spell that makes him more miserable in his sleep.
The sun and the moon change, day and night cycle.
In a twinkling of an eye, three or five days passed quietly.
Until a moonlit night, completely buried by peach blossom, he sat up.
Where is this!
He tossed his head and looked at this peaceful and peaceful land with confused eyes. Everything in front of him was familiar and strange. The petals flying in his dull eyes seemed like a dream.
Who am I!
In the silent night, he murmured to himself.
I don''t know when, he got up, and every time he got to a peach blossom tree, he would look at the two words engraved on it with confused eyes.
He left, out of the cloud valley.
Under the moonlit night, his pace is light, he has no goal, and he has no direction. Walking on the vast land, he can''t distinguish the real from the unreal, and he can''t separate the dream from the reality. His memory is full of holes and his mind is full of scars, which makes him like a walking corpse.
Who am I! Who am I?
Cold world, such a whisper, intermittent.
Ye Chen stopped and there was a stream in front of him. The stream was gurgling and crystal clear, but it could not be washed completely. His eyes were muddy,
I don''t know when he left again. He was wandering in the mountains, walking in the valley, wandering in the sun, wandering in the dark, like a ghost, unable to find his home.
Day after day, spring and autumn come.
Between heaven and earth, I don''t know how long the ring of time has rolled. It may be three or five days, or three or five years.
............。
This is a majestic city wall, stretching for more than three million miles, like a giant dragon, dividing the southern and Northern Chu.
Yes, such a huge project has been completed in southern Chu.
Looking from afar, the city wall is tall and magnificent. Every place is shining with light and is carved with array patterns. On the wall, there are friars from heaven who patrol back and forth with a long dagger. Anyone who tries to break through is killed on the spot.
The South Gate of heaven, the largest gate from South Chu to North Chu, faces north Chu.
Under the moonlight, a white haired woman stops at the south gate. She is dressed in colorful fairy clothes and a white cloak. Her white hair is waving without wind, and her fairy clothes are not stained with dust. Under the moonlight, she is holy and has no time and is dreamlike.
"South Chu heaven court." Quietly looking at the south gate, she whispered, the water mist in her beautiful eyes condensed into frost under the moonlight.
"Sister." A choking voice sounded, the south gate opened, Chu Ling Er flew out, tears in the eyes, across the distance, rushed to the white haired woman''s arms, "you finally come back."
..........。
On the vast land, ye Chen is still wandering, never stop, his clothes, in the wind and sun, become a little tattered, mouth full of stubble, like a beggar.
He was thin and lonely.
His body sometimes illusory, sometimes condensed, sometimes accompanied by scenes of strange pictures: This is the land of birds and flowers, when he passes by, it becomes barren; it is a dry and scorched soil, but it becomes lush when he passes by.
In front of them, people began to smoke. A carriage slowly passed by. The horses carried goods, some darts, some merchants, and sometimes rough laughter came from the horses.
Ye Chen came, quietly, murmuring, God nagging, let the whole horse team, collective stupefied.
"Probably a beggar." Someone looked up and down at Ye Chen.
"It''s hard to say, God''s nagging. In my opinion, it should have been hit."
"Hello, little brother." A man with a big knife on his back reached out and patted Ye Chen on the shoulder.
However, the big man''s big hand seems to be patted in the air, and he can''t touch Ye Chen''s body, but penetrates Ye Chen''s body, as if ye Chen''s body were illusory.
This!
The big man was scared, and the people of the horse team were also confused. It''s a hell of a day.
Ye Chen, like a ghost, walked slowly, without any sound or trace. After he left for a long time, the talent of the horse team responded, "go, go, this man is too evil."
Ye Chen is on the road again, there is no way back, no direction.
His form is even more strange. When walking, he was still a young man at the last moment. When he stepped out, he became a teenager. After a few steps, he became a child. Then he changed from a child to a teenager, from a young man to a young man, from a young man to a middle-aged man, and from a middle-aged man to an old man.This!
On the vast land, the people who walked by in twos and threes stopped one after another, looking at Ye Chen with an unbelievable face.
"Grandfather, how strange that man is?" A tender voice sounded, only to find that it was a child, in an old man''s bamboo basket, big eyes flickering at the walking Ye Chen.
Plop! Plop!
Children''s fairy tale language has just fallen, stunned people, they immediately kneel down a piece of, "immortal, immortal where!"
Ye Chen no words, step by step, still no trace.
It''s getting late and late at night.
He stepped into an ancient city with a dull look and dim eyes.
However, although his body is solid, he is walking through the attics and palaces, not the loft palace unreal, but his body illusory.
Ghost!
Soon, the quiet ancient city, then sounded the cry of ghosts and wolves, and is a continuous one, a wave over a wave.
Just imagine, sleeping soundly, or playing well. Suddenly someone walks by your bed and talks to himself. That feeling and picture are not just like seeing a ghost.
It is not only this ancient city that is in turmoil, but the ancient city that ye Chen has gone through will cause unrest.
At night, in the palace of Tianlan ancient kingdom, the king of Tianlan knelt down outside a Taoist temple. "Shangxian, recently, there are ghosts and spirits in Tianlan territory, which makes people panic. Please ask Shangxian to surrender."
"Oh, my God. Bring me Bai Yunju." A man came out of the Taoist temple. He was sharp mouthed. If you look carefully, isn''t he the young monk named Li Xiao?
In the dark, the boy climbed on his horse''s back and ran straight to one side.
This picture looks funny. A monk is riding a horse among ordinary people. Even if his accomplishments are not so good, he is not so poor that he does not even have a spirit beast.
Ghost!
Under the moonlit night, the screams of terror in an ancient city became one again. All the children in the city were scared to cry because of the ghost of Ye Chen.
Ye Chen stopped, looking at the four sides confused, three or two seconds later, this just moved the pace in all people''s eyes.
Come on!
That Li Xiao killed, riding a white cloud horse majestic, still carrying Ye Chen previously given his spirit sword.
However, when you see ye Chen''s face, he is careless, and the whole person falls from the horse''s back. He is a monk and has spiritual power to protect his body. Otherwise, he will be thrown into a fool on the spot.
"See... See you." This guy got up and crawled at the foot of Ye Chen.
"Have you... Seen me?" Ye Chen opened his mouth, Li Xiao was not thrown into a fool, but ye Chen this sentence whole silly force.
"See... See you." Stunned for a moment, Li Xiao nodded in a hurry.
"Who am I?" Ye Chen''s voice is hoarse, without any emotion.
"You are... You are..." Li Xiao opened his mouth, but did not know how to answer. It was not that he did not want to answer, but he did not know at all. Although Ye Chen gave him a spirit sword, he did not tell him who he was.
All of a sudden, ye Chen turned around, sometimes unreal, sometimes congealed, sometimes old, sometimes young, looking behind Li Xiao is a Leng, a Leng, "this elder, also too......"
Ye Chen left again, came quietly, and walked quietly.
Li Xiao wanted to keep up with him, but he still stopped. When ye Chen disappeared, this guy pulled up his sleeves and looked at those ordinary people how to shout, "look what, all go back to sleep."
As soon as he said this, he was still in a state of stupor at the last moment. People were scared and scattered. Compared with the ghost like figure of Ye Chen, in their eyes, the most terrible immortal talent in front of them was the one who was wandering around.
In the dark night, ye Chen walked with no direction.
This is another long road, he went out of the sky blue ancient country, came to another mortal country, walked through the ancient city, stepped over a piece of land, leaving no trace.
Kill!
In the dark night, the sound of killing is like the tide of the sea, and the sound of gold and iron horses shakes the world.
From afar, it was a dark figure, like two black oceans, which were fighting each other at the moment.
This is the war of mortals. Although the scene is not as huge as a monk, it is also human life. The dark night is covered with a bloody veil, and the vast land is dyed red with blood.
Just when the two sides were in the heat of the war, ye Chen appeared like a ghost, walking with the strange shape all the way.
Ghost!
Soon, the cry of killing turned into a cry of panic. Both the general and the soldiers were losing their armor and armor at the same time. They were not in the war. They were scrambling to flee, as if they had lost the battle.
The vast battlefield became empty in an instant.
Here, there are only rampant blood wind, corpses all over the ground, swords, swords and halberds inserted obliquely in the battlefield, and war flags whistling in the blood wind.
Ye Chen passed by, and behind him were a series of bloody footprints. As he passed, the bloody battlefield began to be ravaged by yellow sand, burying the bloody corpse and the bloody blade.I don''t know when, between heaven and earth under the goose feather heavy snow, the vast world, instantly covered with a snow-white coat.
Along the way, ye Chen, confused, saw more ordinary people who died of starvation on the roadside, and more innocent people who died in vain because of war. The world is cruel. Where there is desire, there will be blood and bone.
On the rugged mountain road, ye Chen stops and looks at his side quietly.
There, there is a woman, curled up in the snow, no breath, has frozen, motionless.
She side, there is a two or three-year-old girl, hands red, at the moment is struggling to shake her, naive and bright little girl, ignorant, thought her mother was asleep.
"Mother, I''m hungry." The little girl looked at the woman with her big eyes. Seeing that she didn''t respond, she started to crawl away. Her red hands kept picking up the snow and looking for something to eat.
It was too cold, and she was frozen stiff. Her small body was curled up there, holding a piece of grass root stained with soil in her small hand.
Ye Chen moved his steps, subconsciously good, let him hold up the little girl, disappeared in the heavy snow, waiting for him to walk, the woman was also buried in the snow, the soul of heaven and earth.
At night, a broken Temple lit a campfire.
Ye Chen is sitting there quietly, his face is dull, his eyes are muddy, I don''t know what he is thinking.
On one side, the little girl was sitting on the cotton padded clothes, holding a spiritual fruit in her arms, and buried her head in eating Zhengxiang.
"Big brother, Ruoxi is missing her mother." I don''t know when, the little girl just raised her small head, raised her small face, big eyes fluttering at Ye Chen.