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Snowflakes were falling... A lonely figure stood in the courtyard.
The cold wind roared over the courtyard, rolling up patches of snow.
The light entered the house, and the lights in the house swayed accordingly.
Li Shiyue was leaning in front of the window, her eyes slightly closed, and the silver strings were beating.
The sound of the piano floated like flowing water, covering the entire courtyard.
After getting up, Ye Chen danced the long sword again. The sound of the piano, the figure dancing the sword, and the fluttering snow catkins. Looking at this scene, Li Shiyue had a daze in his eyes: "Ye Chen!"
The lonely grave was submerged by the wind and snow, and the years began to leave traces on the faces of Ye Chen and Li Shiyue.
Time flies by and another twenty years pass.
The flower seeds buried in the courtyard in the past burst out of the ground one after another when the spring breeze blew.
By the time the snow melted, these flower seeds had bloomed all over the courtyard. A brand-new tombstone appeared in the courtyard. The two tombstones relied on each other. Whenever the moon sets in the west, their shadows will be pulled.
together.
"The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop; it wants to be nourished but the relatives don't wait!" Looking at the tombstone, the sadness in Ye Chen's eyes infected the flowers in the courtyard.
The melodious sound of the piano sounded low and hoarse. Li Shiyue was dressed in plain clothes, and her former appearance gradually faded away.
Looking at the tombstone on the grave, Ye Chen knelt down. It wasn't until the first seven days passed that Ye Chen stood up.
"Shiyue, who in this world is immortal?" Ye Chen murmured, his voice hoarse.
Patting the petals off Ye Chen's shoulders with her bare hands, Li Shiyue also knelt down and responded: "Didn't you say before that in your dream, those strong men who practice to the point of defeat can live forever!"
"That was just a dream, really a dream!" Ye Chen shook his head, holding Shiyue's jade hand in vain with his thick hands.
Another ten years passed, and their black hair was as white as snow. Ye Chen and Li Shiyue became extremely old and hobbled.
Every time he took a step, Ye Chen had to gasp for breath. He could no longer dance with the sword.
Beauty is fragile, Li Shiyue has gray hair and old eyes, and is unable to play the strings.
The world is full of peaches and plums, and students from the former mountain village have grown up one after another. During festivals, these students come together to visit Ye Chen and Li Shiyue, adding a bit of life to the lonely courtyard.
All the flowers in the courtyard have withered, but in the coming year, flowers will bloom here that fill the entire courtyard with fragrance. But when people leave, they can never come back.
A brand-new tombstone was erected among the flowers. On the 21st year after Ye Mu left, Li Shiyue also passed away.
In a lonely courtyard, an elderly figure stood in the afterglow of the setting sun, and a slightly worn-out guqin lay feebly on the stone table.
The setting sun sets, and the dark night covers the vast land.
The moonlight was like water, and although it was cool and cool, it could not dispel the vicissitudes of life on Ye Chen's body.
"Chen'er, did you doze off again in class today?"
"Ye Chen, your parents are busy on weekdays. You should be a good student at school and don't cause trouble for the teacher!"
"My name is Li Shiyue, and I might be your classmate!"
Vaguely, Ye Chen's ears seemed to hear voices from decades ago, but the sadness in his eyes became stronger and stronger.
Looking at the cold tombstone, scenes from the past appeared in Ye Chen's mind, sometimes with a happy smile on his face, sometimes with inexplicable melancholy. Many years ago, he and Li Shiyue went to recall the past together, but now he can only be alone.
To reminisce.
Thinking about the kind faces of his parents and Li Shiyue's smiling face, Ye Chen couldn't help but smile.
Turning around and sitting casually on the ground, Ye Chen gently stroked Li Shiyue's guqin and plucked the silver strings feebly, dong dong!
Ye Chen tried his best to play the sound of the piano that flowed deep in his soul, and he played it all night long.
The rising sun in the sky gradually dispelled the endless darkness, and the dawn shined through the clouds and mist, falling on Ye Chen.
As the sky gradually brightens, the sound of the piano gradually changes from low to high, until when the sound reaches its peak, the strings break and the sound suddenly stops.
Standing up, Ye Chen's old figure gradually became taller and straighter, the traces of time dissipated on his body, and the black hair hanging down to his waist replaced the white hair on his head.
"Over the years, I have had the same dream over and over again. In the dream, I am the fifth generation moon god!"
"Actually, when my parents left, I knew that it was not a dream, but you were a dream!"
"Shiyue, thank you for accompanying me throughout my life and for making my years gentle!" Ye Chen murmured, and the confusion in his eyes disappeared at this moment.
Fragrance surrounded both sides, and the three cold tombstones gradually blurred in Ye Chen's eyes. The surrounding courtyard also shattered, leaving only endless darkness.
"The dream of the previous life is over!" A sigh echoed in the darkness. Ye Chen's state of mind was cleansed in this dream. There was no killing and strife in the Martial God Continent, only the smell of home.
"If my father had not died and my mother was still alive, I would not have entered the world of killers, but there are so many what-ifs in life!" Ye Chen's voice sounded in the darkness, turned into a lingering sound, and was swallowed by the darkness.
"This is my dream from my previous life!" Ye Chen's mind fell silent again, and a ray of dawn burst out at the end, dispelling the endless darkness.
Snowflakes were flying, and Ye Chen stood in the courtyard. Unexpectedly, two lines of tears had slipped across his cheeks and fell on the strings of the piano, making a tinkling sound.
Opening his eyes, Ye Chen looked at the two tombstones in front of him. The familiar scene made Ye Chen feel like he was in a trance.
The sound of the piano suddenly stopped, Ye Chen raised his head, and the morning glow hung at the end of the sky. Although the wind and snow roared, the weak sunlight still penetrated the clouds and fell.
"Imagination is also life, and life is also artistic conception!" Ye Chen murmured, "I have forgotten the sound of the piano, but I will remember it!"
Click! Second Dream turned the wheelchair, his eyes were a little hazy, "Good morning, teacher!"
The sound like the cry of an oriole dispelled the sadness from Ye Chen's body. Turning around, Ye Chen smiled slightly and said, "Good morning, little Meng'er!"
"Hey!" Second Meng exclaimed, wiped his eyes, and looked at Niu Chen blankly.
"What's wrong?" Ye Chen wiped away the tears on his face, stepped forward, and gently tapped Er Meng's forehead.
"Teacher, there is something different from yesterday, but I can't see the difference. It's strange!" Second Meng said doubtfully.
"Different?" Ye Chen was startled at first, but then he was relieved. After falling into a dream for the fifth time, his artistic conception had reached its peak. His dignity had been cleansed, his mood had improved, and his temperament had naturally changed.
"Strange, strange!" Ermeng repeated this sentence, his clear eyes full of curiosity.
"Xiao Menger, you, Xiaoni, are not shy either. How could anyone stare at other people's faces like this?" Ye Chen said with a smile.
Hearing this, Ermeng rolled her eyes at Ye Chen, "The teacher himself was always staring at me back then, and you weren't shy either!"
Shaking his head helplessly, Ye Chen pushed the wheelchair out of the courtyard.
The Ye family brothers who were practicing all around looked at Ye Chen in surprise, and respectful voices rang out: "Master!"
Looking at these familiar faces, Ye Chen nodded with a smile.
At noon, Ye Chen had already left the courtyard.
The ancestors of the Ye family are surrounded by numerous swords, like guards, protecting the ancestors in the center.
Dressed in white, Ye Chen stood in front of his ancestors, looking up at the majestic ancestors with a look of reminiscence in his eyes. In the past, he got the Moon God Pendant here, and his destiny changed as a result.
"I can step into the realm of artistic conception, will, supernatural powers, rules, and martial arts at any time if I want to!" Ye Chen murmured: "When I step into the realm of martial arts, the gap between you and me will become smaller and smaller, or even there will be no gap.
,too!"
"However, we have to prepare for a few days before that!" Ye Chen turned around and looked at the end of the path.
Dressed in a green shirt, Ye Wushuang came holding a feather fan.
"Wushuang, I will be in seclusion in my ancestors for a few days. If there is nothing important, there is no need to report the situation to me!" Ye Chen was the first to speak.
"Retreat!" Ye Wushuang was startled at first, then his eyes showed ecstasy, "Master, are you going to break through?"
"Yeah!" Ye Chen didn't hide anything about this.
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