Chapter 1727: Awakening from a Dream Under the Bodhi Tree (Part 2)
Ye Muwan is gone, at least for many years.
How old is it? Ye Chen never remembers it. He only knows that during the season of fallen leaves, this courtyard becomes even more silent.
The years flowed quietly behind him, until finally, Ye Chen forgot how many autumns he had seen.
It's autumn again, the wind blows and the clouds calm, sweeping away the restlessness of summer, and the cold and desolate season comes quietly.
Standing under the bodhi tree, Ye Chen's figure was no longer as tall as a mountain, and wrinkles were like ivy on the wall, covering Ye Chen's entire face.
Although it was already dusk, Ye Chen's eyes became brighter and brighter, like bright stars.
And in the autumn of this year, Ye Wen came.
When Ye Wen came, he also brought a broken sword. Ye Chen recognized this sword as Ye Muwan's sword.
Walking to the foot of the Bodhi tree, Ye Wen gently inserted the broken sword into the ground and stood up with difficulty. He looked older than Ye Chen and could no longer find the spirit and splendor of the past.
Ye Wen grabbed the jug beside him and took a long sip. There was a silence immediately, so silent that even the autumn wind trembled.
Lowering his eyes, Ye Chen gently held the broken sword, feeling the cold touch on the hilt, as if holding Ye Muwan's jade hand. Looking at the old face reflected on the sword, Ye Chen rarely spoke for the first time: "
Where is she?"
Ye Chen's voice was hoarse, with an inexplicable vicissitudes of life, which came from the depths of his soul.
Gugu! Ye Wen continued to drink, and when the wine bottle was empty, Ye Wen finally spoke, with an extremely lonely look on his face: "Died in a foreign battlefield!"
"Fight to death!" Ye Chen's bright eyes dimmed in an instant. The broken sword in his hand fell off and fell to the ground again, returning to its roots.
"The Martial God is not at peace!" Ye Wen said quietly: "It turns out that the Martial God is only a part of this world, and besides the Martial God, there is also the existence of Tiangang!"
"She said that she will use the sword in her hand to defend the God of War, at least so that you can live in a day without war!"
"She died because of the God of War. The Ye family is proud of him!"
Ye Wen walked out of the courtyard slowly with heavy steps. In the afterglow of the setting sun, his back looked so old, so old that Ye Chen felt inexplicably panicked.
In the days to come, another figure appeared in the courtyard.
Ye Wen has removed his position as the clan leader and handed over the clan leader's title to Ye Tian.
In the past, Ye Wen often sat in the courtyard and talked about the past. When he talked about Ye Chen's naughty childhood, there was always a smile on his face.
Ye Chen listened quietly, and his thoughts followed Ye Wen's words, returning to the past.
At that time, what I loved most was playing in the rain with Ye Muwan and the others! Ye Chen lowered his eyes and looked at the broken sword rotting in the wind, with a hint of inexplicable heartache and sadness in his eyes.
This year's autumn was extraordinary. The dead leaves all over the courtyard were swaying in the wind, like dancing butterflies, and finally fell into the distance.
Ye Wen's hoarse voice was low and weak in the autumn wind, "At that time, I wanted you to be an ordinary person, marry a wife and have children. Living an ordinary life, I also longed to hold your son, Mu Wan
His son, Ye Tian’s son!”
"To this day, I haven't had a grandson in my arms!"
The hoarse voice continued intermittently until a sudden gust of autumn wind finally dissipated and never sounded again.
Ye Chen suddenly trembled, turned around, and looked at Ye Wen, who was lying in the fallen leaves with a peaceful face. His eyes had been closed, and there was a little regret on his peaceful face.
With sadness in his eyes, Ye Chen stood up and gently held Ye Wen's hand, the corners of his eyes gradually becoming moist.
He didn't know how many years Ye Muwan had been with him in this courtyard, and he didn't know how many years Ye Wen had been with him in this courtyard. He only knew that they were all gone, and he was even more lonely in this lonely world.
Holding Ye Wen's body, Ye Chen walked to the other end of the courtyard, where there were several cold and dark tombstones, four in total.
And after today, there was another tombstone.
In the time of memory, I buried you and my past!
As spring goes and autumn comes, time will never stop because of anyone, and the annual rings on the tree trunks will not decrease, but will increase endlessly until the day they die.
The flames of war have spread across the Martial God, just like Luoxia City has also been affected.
It wasn't until one day when Ye Tian came to Ye Chen covered in blood that Ye Chen realized that the God of War had fallen.
"Before I left, my father said that if Luoxia City falls one day, let me take you away from the Ye family!"
"It's just that I don't have the chance to fulfill my father's promise!"
"Ye Chen, live well!"
When he said these words, Ye Tian's breath was gone. A day later, another cold tombstone appeared in the courtyard.
Under the setting sun, the tombstone standing upright in the dusk is like a sharp knife, bloodily cutting off the past time, leaving no trace left.
This year, it was rare for Ye Chen not to stand under the bodhi tree, but in front of the tombstones, quietly looking at these tombstones. On the tombstones were carved one after another very familiar names: Mu Ye, Li Shiyue, Qianchuan Xue, Ye Muwan, Ye
Wen, Ye Tian...
Ye Chen always felt an inexplicable heartache whenever he read these names. In this year, during the snowy season, Ye Chen rarely walked out of the courtyard. Years ago, the familiar path had become extremely deserted.
, the Sword Palace buildings that towered into the sky also collapsed, and moss covered these Sword Palace buildings. The huge Ye family has become a ruin, and it seems that Ye Chen has never heard any sound a long time ago.
"Did they all die in the battle?" Ye Chen murmured to himself, his voice hoarse, so hoarse that Ye Chen felt unfamiliar. Is this his own voice?
Walking out of the deserted Ye's house, Ye Chen walked slowly along the streets in his memory. Every step he took, his strength was drained from his body. In the dusk, this fading figure was indistinguishable from the afterglow.
The noisy streets have disappeared, and the official road is already covered with lush wild grass.
The howling autumn wind swept over, blowing up the fallen leaves and blowing away the weeds. Ye Chen saw the white bones beneath them.
The country is broken, the mountains and rivers are there, the city is covered with deep vegetation in spring, the wind blows and bones appear, there is no place to talk about the desolation...
This is a dead city. At least Ye Chen has not found anyone in Luoxia City. It is lifeless. There are only the skeletons hidden in the grass and the Sword Palace buildings roaring in the evening wind.
This year, ivy covered the mottled city walls.
Whenever the sun sets at dusk, Ye Chen always walks out of the courtyard, panting and climbs the tower, looking down at this dead city.
Standing in the dead city, he was waiting for something.
A dead city, a dying old man, and the setting sun, they are indistinguishable from each other.
The wind blew through the dead courtyard, the green leaves on the Bodhi tree rustled, and the sound of chanting was heard.
On this day, the moment Ye Chen walked out of the courtyard, in the distant sky, there were streaks of unparalleled sword light, accompanied by deafening roars, and the world collapsed under those sword lights.
In the vertical and horizontal sword light, Ye Chen saw a stunningly beautiful woman. This woman's every frown and smile were enough to enchant everyone, especially the charming look between her eyebrows, which was enough to drive people crazy.
Watching this scene quietly, Ye Chen felt an inexplicable heartache when he saw several swordsmen surrounding the woman inserting their swords into the woman's body.
The woman still died, and her body fell on the mottled tower.
Several figures standing in the void were like aloof gods. Before leaving, these people glanced at Ye Chen in the courtyard and left silently. In their eyes, Ye Chen was like an ant, killing him.
All insult their swords.
It was not until these people left that Ye Chen walked out of Ye's house and walked towards the tower.
On the tower, the woman lay quietly in a pool of blood, her charming face no longer showing any charm.
Ye Chen knelt down and looked at this woman. She was very beautiful, so beautiful that it made people feel breathtaking.
"Why, when I saw her the first time, I felt familiar? Is it a previous life or in a dream?" Ye Chen murmured to himself, with a little confusion in his clear eyes.
At this moment, the woman with her eyes closed slowly opened her eyes. They were a pair of beautiful eyes as bright as the bright moon. The woman looked blankly at the dying old man, as if she was looking back at the light, and murmured softly: "The starry sky is not broken.
, why should we give up looking for starlight?”
This sentence seemed to be murmured to oneself, but also seemed to be said to Ye Chen.
After saying these words, the woman lost all breath.
"The starry sky is not broken, why should we give up looking for starlight?" Ye Chen murmured softly, struggling to hold the woman's body and returned to the courtyard, where a brand new tombstone appeared in the courtyard.
Standing under the bodhi tree, Ye Chen's eyes became more confused.
In the autumn of this year, the Bodhi tree that had not withered all year round finally withered, and the yellow leaves were flying all over the sky.
The green lotus that had not withered all year round finally withered.
Ye Chen sat under the bodhi tree, looking at the fluttering dead leaves and the withered green lotus. In a trance, he saw those familiar figures again. The scenes in this life, but in the end, these memories were all gone.
It seemed extremely blurry, and in his mind, only the dream from many years ago lingered!
"If there is no cause, how can there be an effect?"
"Many years ago, if my bloodline had not awakened, I would have met Xiao Huo!"
"At that time, Qianchuan Xue will not get married, and Mu Ye will not be insulted!"
"The awakening of my bloodline is the cause, and everything today is the result!"
Ye Chen murmured to himself, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, until the moment he closed his eyes, the sky with fallen leaves collapsed, the entire dead city turned into ashes, even the tombstones in the courtyard disappeared, and everything turned into nothingness
.
Dream, wake up!
In the endless sea of flowers, under the bodhi tree, the pale color on that handsome face with sharp edges gradually receded, and the dim mark between the eyebrows gradually shone with bright silver light...
After a long time, the young man slowly opened his eyes, with inexplicable vicissitudes of life flashing in his dark eyes...