The first thousand two hundred and thirty-two chapters dream back to the past life
The moonlight was cold and the snow was falling.
In the lonely courtyard, Ye Chen stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at the two tombstones in front of him.
"According to the intelligence coming from the front, the three major empires have also begun to fight overseas."
"At the same time, Wushen Temple and Taidian Temple also began to bloodbath various sects, and many sects were forced to join them one after another due to the strength of the two!"
Ye Wushuang's expression was slightly solemn, "If this continues, in just a few months, there will no longer be any neutral sects or empires in the mainland. Under pressure from all sides, they will have to choose sides!"
Ye Chen nodded without saying anything, his eyes just rested on the tombstone.
"There used to be lilacs all over the yard here. Although little Meng'er Nani's legs were inconvenient, whenever weeds grew here, she would pull them out." Ye Wushuang said with a chuckle.
"Then Xiaoni has become a lot worse, and it's all because of that guy Ye Muwan." Ye Chen muttered.
Hearing this, Ye Wushuang's eyes moved and he said with a smile: "Sister Mu Wan has been accompanying Xiao Meng'er all these years."
"Senior Ye Leng and I have to deal with various trivial matters. Except for Lan Gu, Xiao Meng'er is taken care of by Sister Mu Wan." Ye Wushuang said with a smile, waving the feather fan.
"I'm not in Ye's house, thank you for all the hard work!" Turning around, Ye Chen looked at the calmer Ye Wushuang in front of him and said, "It's been ten years of hard work."
"As long as you make one wrong step, the entire empire will be in a state of catastrophe, so we can only cover everything. Even if we say there is no exhaustive plan, I still have some gaps!" Ye Wushuang shook his head and said.
"Neither humble nor arrogant. How can you pretend to be humble in front of me!" Ye Chen punched Ye Wushuang directly on the shoulder. A dull voice suddenly sounded: "Qi Martial Realm, don't waste your practice!"
Raising his head, Ye Chen looked up at the stars in the sky and said calmly: "This world is very big, as big as you and I imagined!"
Raising his sword finger, Ye Chen pointed at the sky and said: "The God of War is not your stage, the heaven and the earth are your stage, so don't waste your practice. Otherwise, you will collapse from exhaustion!"
Regarding the matter of Tiangang Continent, Ye Chen also informed Ye Wushuang.
Hearing this, Ye Wushuang also looked at the starry sky, with a hint of confidence in his dark eyes: "The heaven and the earth are chess pieces. The common people are the chessmen!"
"One day, I will be able to play this game of chess, as long as I firmly believe in this!" Ye Wushuang said firmly.
"I'll leave the affairs of the countries to you. Notify the Lonely Emperor and ask him to send the Blood Prison Army back to Hell and bring the sword pillars of the Sky City Sword Formation back to the God of War!"
"When the forces of the Martial Gods and the various sects are divided up, it will be the beginning of the decisive battle. We must make some preparations beforehand." Turning around, Ye Chen continued to look at the tombstone.
"No!" The wind and snow became heavier and heavier, dyeing their long hair white.
Exiting the courtyard. Ye Wushuang's figure was drowned by the wind and snow.
In the empty courtyard, only a white dress was left, and the cold moonlight flowed out like water, stretching Ye Chen's shadow very long.
"Long time no see, Mu Ye, Zhi Yun!" Ye Chen murmured softly, touching the cold tombstone with his fingertips and waving away the snow.
"Ten years have passed, and I'm finally back." There was silence all around, and scenes from the past appeared in Ye Chen's mind. He couldn't help but feel a touch of melancholy in his heart.
The snow is falling harder and harder tonight, and it is falling one after another to the sky above the sky. The snowflakes are fluttering, but there are no two snowflakes with the same trajectory. Snowfall is life.
Raising his right hand, Ye Chen held a few pieces of snow. He recalled: "Snowflakes are falling, and what is falling is life. The moonlight tonight is less cold, Shiyue!"
The cold moonlight fell into the depths of Ye Chen's eyes, and Ye Chen's eyes gradually became confused, "I once told the disciples of Sword God in the way of swordsmanship that this artistic conception is life."
"Forgetting my artistic conception, how can I reach the extreme if I don't forget myself? This is the only shortcoming of my artistic conception!"
Snowflakes fell on Ye Chen's face, and a biting cold feeling spread over him.
The crisp and melodious sound of the piano floated out from the bamboo house, and the snow in the sky seemed to have spirituality at this moment, jumping.
The sound of the piano is sometimes deep and sometimes high, and the cold wind hovering above is infected.
This song is called Yi Meng. Ye Chen also played this song back then. In the past, he led many underworld guards to the Han family in Tianfeng City. He played this song at a wine shop called Heaven and Earth.
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"Recall the dream!" Ye Chen murmured, he vaguely remembered the girl who played the piano, Hanshuang.
The snow fell heavier and heavier, and Ye Chen's mood became calmer and calmer. Until the moon hung high in the sky, Ye Chen sat on the snow, not afraid of the biting cold on the ground, and his white clothes overlapped with the surrounding wind and snow.
Like a dead tree, Ye Chen sat in the wind and snow, "Why do you recall dreams instead of falling into them?"
In the past, I had four dreams, although I understood their artistic conception and their lives.
But have I ever understood my own artistic conception and my life!
The opportunity in the martial arts field does not lie in the evolution of will, but in the perfection of artistic conception.
"The past life was a dream, but isn't this life a dream?"
"The artistic conception is originally the epitome of life, and life is a script, and who directed this scene, me?" Ye Chen's eyes were blank, he took out the guqin, placed it on his legs, and played it gently
Yinxian, "If I was still an ignorant young man, my father had not died, and my mother was still alive, I would not have entered the world of killers. If my blood had awakened, I would not have met Xiao Huo, Mu Ye, if
I didn't meet you back then, but your beauty was still the same, Shiyue, if you and I hadn't met back then, would everything still be like this?"
The silver strings were plucked, and a crisp piano sound quietly sounded, leaving the courtyard completely silent.
The sound of this piano is very light, just like the breeze blowing through the catkins in March, but the catkins do not fly.
The soft musical notes gathered together into a heartbreaking piece of music, and the snowflakes flew, and finally they all stood eerily still in the void.
The lights dimmed and the empire fell into a deathly silence. The red lights and green wine in the city formed a sharp contrast with the silence of the courtyard.
"Dream back to the past life, reincarnate in this life, and find my place!" Ye Chen's mind was gradually immersed in the sound of the piano. His hand shadows plucked the silver strings, and the sound of the piano floated until finally, Ye Chen closed his eyes.
Ye Chen's will gradually became blurred, and the snowflakes flying in the sky and earth turned into little stars, until they finally dissipated, and Ye Chen's eyes were completely dark.
"The deceased is like a man who never gives up day and night!"
"If the phoenix does not come, the river does not come out, the Luo does not come out, the book does not come out, I am already dead!"
"The wise do not be confused, the benevolent do not worry, the brave do not fear." The loud voice echoed in the campus. The sun was shining brightly outside the window, hitting the frosted glass and leaving streaks of light on the desk.
"Ye Chen!" A serious shout suddenly sounded, and the reciting sound echoing in the teacher stopped abruptly.
In an instant, more than thirty eyes were looking toward the back of the classroom.
A young woman was standing on the podium holding a ruler in her right hand, with an angry look on her face, "Ye Chen!"
This time, the woman obviously raised her voice, and even the students in the next classroom could hear it, and they all chuckled: "Ye Chen from Class 1 fell asleep in the homeroom class again!"
At the back of the classroom, a fat man puffed out his chest desperately to withstand the anger of the female teacher. At the same time, he pushed his sleeping classmate next to him with his left arm, "Ye Chen, your sister! In the class teacher's class, you are still young.
sleep!"
"Don't make any noise!" The young man who was crawling on the desk said casually because there was too much noise around him and he was still lying on his stomach.
Jing! There was a buzz of needles all around, and Fatty looked a little embarrassed, "Damn, this kid really regards the classroom as his own home!"
The young woman frowned and walked down with a ruler. She pinched the boy's ears with her delicate hands and suddenly said loudly: "Ye Chen!"
The young man's figure trembled and he suddenly woke up. With hazy eyes, he raised his head and looked at the young woman in front of him. He saw that the woman was wearing a uniform. This uniform not only fully exposed her bulging figure, but also made her shirt tight.
Stretched, as if his clothes were about to fall apart.
"Teacher, it's you! Teacher, let me tell you, I just had a long, long dream. I dreamed that I became the master of the Sword God, the fifth generation moon god, leading many blood prison troops to conquer the heavens!
" Before the boy finished speaking, the young woman immediately interrupted him: "Go out and stand! Don't even think about coming in during this class!"
The young woman's words seemed to bring the boy back to reality from his dream. The boy wiped his eyes with his hands. When he saw the girl in front of him, his face changed slightly, "Teacher!"
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