"Ye Chen, will you remember me?" In the dark, there seems to be a soft light language, ringing through Ye Chen''s ears.
It was the last love words that Nanming Yushu and xuanhuang''s daughter said to him at the last moment of closing her eyes.
Three years is not a gift from God, the way of heaven is merciless.
Three years, in exchange for a woman''s life.
She was a beautiful woman, but she died. She married a man named Ye Chen.
His face was full of tears, and his heart was torn with pain, just like swallowing Tianji pill and seeing Xuannu and Luoxi.
He will understand why xuanhuang''s eyes are full of love when he looks at him. He will also understand the story of the wedding dress.
Ironically, he didn''t know until he was dying.
Because of fruit, it is the entanglement of blood and tears, but also the entanglement of love and love. In the world of red, Nanming jade gargle will never be seen again.
All cause and effect, with the bright red wedding dress, disappear.
"Is it worth it?" With tears in his smile, his trembling hand reached into his body and pulled a wisp of soul out of his body.
It was his soul, also the soul of Nanming jade gargle. He held it tightly in the palm of his hand for a long time.
His eyes, such as the wind, lost in the wind.
In the starry sky, a woman came blundering with a fairy sword, her clothes stained with blood, and a series of bloody footprints behind her.
That''s Chu Xuan. After fighting a dozen magic generals, he was dying all his life. After searching the starry sky, he found the death star field.
"Ye Chen." She spoke, a step across, rushed to the starry sky, will ye Chen in the arms.
"I can''t hold on." Ye Chen smile tired, eyelid shaking, straight to close, to sleep here, until forever.
No tears of the goddess, like water in the beautiful eyes, lingering water mist, in the moonlight, condensation into frost, crystal clear.
Merciless have tears, that memory Fairy Light, is finally integrated into her God sea, the memory of previous lives, in this instant unsealed.
Her name is Chu Xuan. She is the master of Ye Chen. She is the master of Yunv peak in Hengyue. She loves her apprentice and wants to dress him.
Back, with her tears, all the memories are back, carrying the past, but also carrying the ancient love.
"Your tears flow for me." Ye Chen smile tired, hard to lift his hand, to wipe tears for her.
"Chu Xuan, I''m Chu Xuan. Your xuan''er is back." Chu Xuan choked, tears whirled, sobbing.
The past life, this life, 300 years, like a dream.
Before she woke up, she lay in his arms and called his name.
After waking up, he was lying in her arms, with white hair, older than the years, holding the last trace of warmth.
"Go home, I want to go home, take me home." Ye Chen is buried in Chu Xuan''s arms, murmuring softly. His words are full of vicissitudes and exhaustion.
"Go home, I''ll take you home, please, don''t die." With tears on her face, Chu Xuan poured her essence into Ye Chen''s body. She only wanted to continue her life for him.
However, no matter how hard she tried, she could not stabilize his lost vitality. Even if Da luojinxian was alive, he could not be saved.
"Tired." Ye Chen smiles with warmth and sleepiness.
In a word, his eyes, slowly closed, that touch to her cheek hand, also then powerless down.
He didn''t touch her cheek, and he couldn''t help her wipe away the tears and scars on her face.
"No... no, no..." Chu Xuan cried hoarsely, like a helpless child, pleading helplessly.
Her long hair, a wisp of snow white, fluttering with the wind, every trace is engraved with vicissitudes, endless pain.
God and the Nine Emperors came, and they stopped talking and sighing.
Jianshen, donghuangtaixin and jiangtaixu also came, but they stopped in silence and sighed.
In the starry sky, Xie Yun, Xiong Er, Yang Dingtian and the monks of Da Chu all came, their faces pale.
That each fist, all clenched blood, that each eye eye eye, are covered with a thread of blood... Ye Chen died.
"Ye Chen." Choking call, from afar, ring through the starry sky, a beautiful shadow, a pair of tear eyes.
It was Shangguan yu''er, biyou, Lin Shihua and Haotian Shiyue. They went out of the mysterious place, but what they heard was bad news.
Before the starry sky, they collapsed on the ground, tears can not stop the flow, heartache to forget the years of time.
"You said you would marry us." Sad tears, across the beautiful cheek, let people heartache, let people pity.
The starry sky is as silent as death. Time seems to freeze in this moment. She holds him, motionless, like a statue.
It was a trick of God. She remembered that he was dead.
The past life missed three years and three years, a great samsara, a mistake is another 300 years, this missed, then no chance.
Suddenly, the ancient song of death sounded, full of sadness, full of stars, as if to see off a great hero.However, those who heard it all drooped their heads and could not help their grief.
The God of war, whose spirit covered the eight wastelands, finally fell in the years.
The so-called immortal myth is only a legend after all.
The breeze blows, his body, turned into a piece of fly ash, rippling in the starry sky, flying with the quicksand, into the star river.
Chu Xuan had no light in her eyes and was unable to love her life. She was also turning into Tao, just as Chu Lingyu turned into Tao when the world of mortals died.
Donghuang Taixin hands, will she ban, with the great supernatural power, she pushed into the dreamland, not in the mortal Li bitter.
Perhaps, she did this, a little too cruel.
Ye Chen died, she lives in the world, is a torture, can with him on the road, is her best destination.
as like as two peas, she could not die. When she was a child, she was the same as RUSI. Her existence was related to the mystery.
When Chu Xuan was sealed, ye Chen dissipated, and the dust returned to dust, and the earth returned to the earth.
Only a wisp of soul, out of his hands, swaying in the wind.
It was the soul of Nanming Yushu, who was left in this world.
The king of man sighed, raised his hand slightly and held her soul.
Vaguely visible, that soul, there is a beautiful image of Nanming jade gargle, wearing wedding dress, dancing, looking back and smiling.
There are tears in xuanhuang''s eyes. His manner is more and more old. He is the emperor of big Chu, but he is not a good father.
Home, full of pain, sunset holding a jade jar, which contains the ashes of Ye Chen, all the way to cry.
After falling leaves, he wants to go home, which is a long cherished wish of dying.
On the Jade Maiden peak, a small tomb was erected.
All the glory, all the glory, all the legend, all the myth, are buried in the small tomb.
This is his destination, endless years, here to sleep.
"We will guard you from generation to generation." The women smile with tears, all dressed in wedding dress, with the tenderness of his wife.
Big Chu, floating full of white silk, all the younger generation for him, he is the elder, for the future generations to fight for light.
Every mountain peak stands this figure. The old man sighs and the younger generation is decadent. He looks quietly at the direction of hengyuezong.
Many years later, before drinking, most of the monks would spread a piece on the ground to commemorate him.
After the war, the barrier between DA Chu and Zhu Tian was removed.
The legend of the great Chu spread all over the sky. What they did for the heavens was also told to the world as a story.
Monks from all over the world came together to see big Chu.
It is this land, the people of this land, who have built a bloody Great Wall for the common people.
"Is this your hometown?" Under the emperor Hengyue, Beisheng''s eyes were blurred and the kettle was lingering, turning into tears.
The southern emperor, the Dragon robber, the little ape emperor and Kui Niu also came. They 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 did not expect that his story, such a long time, all the way, against the long river of years, alone forward.
The second volume of "the universe" is over, and the third volume is about to open