Catkins swayed gently on the April day in the world, and the drizzle intertwined into a rain curtain in the sky, falling quietly.
In the courtyard, the bodhi tree moving in the wind blooms with endless vitality.
Standing under the tree, the young man looked at the Bodhi quietly, his eyes sometimes filled with a heaviness that did not belong to his age group.
"It turns out that there is heartache in dreams, and it hurts until I wake up!" The young man murmured softly, with a charming green lotus reflected in his dark eyes.
Raising his head, the young man looked at the drizzle. For some reason, he had the urge to get wet in the rain.
"Whether it's a dream or real, I'm still Ye Chen!"
The childish voice was firm. The young man, who was Ye Chen, casually grabbed the long sword at his waist. However, when he held the long sword, Ye Chen lost consciousness again.
This sword that had been with him for several years felt inexplicably strange to him.
"Qilin!" Ye Chen murmured softly: "Does such a sword really exist in this world?"
"Perhaps, only in dreams can such a sword exist!" Ye Chen shook his head, tied the sword behind his back again, and walked out of the courtyard.
The breeze blew through the lonely courtyard, and the drizzle fell on the Bodhi tree. The power of cause and effect flashed past.
Life is like a dream, both true and false. People walking in dreams are so confused.
In the prosperous Ye family, there are always cheers of cold cheers, and several Ye family children can be seen competing among themselves everywhere.
Walking on the green path, Ye Chen nodded slightly to the family members around him.
Walking to the martial arts hall, seeing the glimmering sword light inside, Ye Chen's mouth showed a smile: "These bastards shamelessly besieged me yesterday, today they will collect some debts!"
"Why did you run out without taking a good rest!" Just when Ye Chen was about to teach several Ye family disciples a lesson, a slightly angry voice sounded from behind.
Ye Chen knew who it was without looking back. He turned around helplessly, shrugged and said, "Sister Mu Wan. I was just exhausted. I have recovered a long time ago after resting for so long!"
"Besides, I'm not that weak. Don't forget my record, one against a hundred!"
In the attic next to the martial arts hall, Ye Muwan pressed her hands on the railing and looked down at Ye Chen, her eyebrows slightly furrowed and her eyes rather unkind. She stared at Ye Chen fiercely: "Exhaustion, you think it's easy. Father said,
You recklessly circulated Qi yesterday, and the meridians in your body have been damaged. You need to be warm and nourished today, and it is not appropriate to do anything!" Seeing Ye Muwan acting like a big sister, Ye Chen immediately lost the battle and faced helplessly.
Several Ye family disciples cupped their hands and turned towards the attic.
"You can't reach a thousand miles without taking small steps. The state of martial arts is the foundation of martial arts. If you fall into hidden dangers at this time, it will definitely have an impact on your cultivation in the future!" Before Ye Chen set foot on the attic, Ye Muwan's voice floated out.
After boarding the attic, Ye Chen looked at Ye Muwan helplessly. Only then did Ye Chen notice a beautiful figure standing next to Ye Muwan.
The moment he saw this beautiful figure, Ye Chen felt that the drizzle falling between the sky and the earth paused for a moment. This figure that eclipsed the sky and the earth was reflected in Ye Chen's eyes.
At this moment, Ye Chen seemed to have lost his mind.
Dressed in a white dress that looks like snow, her beautiful eyes are the brightest existence in the world. She is like a nine-day fairy falling into the mortal world. She is elegant and refined, peaceful and far-reaching. The white gauze on her face covers her face that subverts the world.
There was a coldness in her eyes that were like the bright moon. Her long and slender jade legs were looming under her dress. Ye Chen stood there blankly, with only the beautiful figure in front of him in his eyes.
, I can’t take my eyes away anymore.
Who is she? Why does she give me such a familiar feeling? Ye Chen's eyes were blank, the rain poured down, and everything in Ye Chen's world became quiet.
Ye Muwan looked at Ye Chen up and down maliciously, and said to the woman beside him: "Senior Sister Qianchuan, have you seen him?"
"No!" The woman shook her head and said calmly, then turned and walked towards the attic, her faint virgin body fragrance lingering in the air.
"Okay, idiot, everyone has left, and you are still in a daze!" Seeing Ye Chen's dazed expression, Ye Muwan frowned slightly and glared at Ye Chen.
"Sister Mu Wan, who is he?" Ye Chen turned around and looked at the beautiful figure disappearing at the end of the attic, his voice trembling.
"Qianchuan Xue, the daughter of the royal family's genius, the contemporary leader of the Sword God Sect!" Ye Muwan said with a little admiration. After a pause, Ye Muwan sighed heavily: "She is not from the same world as us. Some people are born with this
Someone to look up to!”
"Qianchuan Xue!" Ye Chen murmured softly, this name was familiar yet unfamiliar to him.
Seeing that Ye Chen still looked dull, Ye Muwan shook her head helplessly, "Brother, don't fall in love prematurely!"
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"Is that really a dream?" Ye Chen walked out of the tightly guarded Ye's house and walked on the busy streets, among the crowd, but felt an inexplicable sense of loss.
The sky after the rain is without any dirt and is extremely blue.
Ye Chen was like this, walking aimlessly in the streets and alleys of Luoxia City.
Every plant and tree here was very familiar to him, but at this moment, he felt extremely strange.
Not long after, the loud sound of horse hooves came from the end of the street, and with the deafening sound of gongs and drums, several horses appeared on the official road.
The surrounding crowds retreated one after another. This was a welcoming procession, with several horses pulling carriages decorated with lights and colors and moving slowly, followed closely by the mighty guards with great momentum.
"What day is it today, and which family is welcoming the bride?"
"Which one else? Isn't it the happy day when the Mu family girl marries Luo Chu, the young leader of the Luo family gang!"
"Girl from the Mu family? Do you mean the eldest daughter of the Mu family, Mu Ye?"
Standing in the crowd, Ye Chen's originally turned figure suddenly trembled. He turned around, his eyes were like lightning, staring straight at the galloping carriage. In front of the carriage, he saw a man with sharp edges and corners.
The man looked very honest and honest, with a faint smile on his face, but there was an indescribable loneliness in his eyes. Seeing this man, Ye Chen subconsciously said out loud: "Mu Chen!"
Mu Chen! On the carriage, the lonely man raised his head and glanced at Ye Chen with a somewhat surprised expression, as if wondering why this young man knew his name.
Shaking his head slightly, the man tightly held the reins in his hands and walked away.
The moment the carriage passed Ye Chen, a gust of breeze blew in his face and lifted the curtain. Ye Chen saw a face as delicate as jade, but there was a touch of sadness between the willow eyebrows, which made people pity her.
Although her beauty is not peerless, she has a stunning feeling.
With just this startling glance, Ye Chen felt as if he was in another world. He quietly looked at the carriage going away, with the face of the girl from before still in his eyes, and murmured softly: "I seem to have seen him somewhere!"
Mu Chen, Mu Ye! Ye Chen held his head in his hands and squatted on the ancient road, his face full of confusion. Qianchuan Xue, Mu Chen, Mu Ye, why do I feel familiar with them? Where have I seen them?