Chapter 326: How big is the heart, how big is the dream
Chapter 326: How big the heart is, how big the dream is
The fingertips kept dilating in the old man's eyes, and the wind sword suddenly fell on the old man!
Bang! The sound of collisions continued one after another, and the old man's figure was like a kite with a broken string. His body swayed and finally fell backwards weakly.
The sword energy had pierced the old man's heart. The old man's face was ashen, and his life was obviously gone. The blood was like rain falling on the sky, looking so eye-catching against the snowflakes.
Looking at the fallen corpse with indifferent eyes, Ye Chen shook his head slightly. Nowadays, it is difficult for a warrior at the first level of Qi Martial Arts to arouse his interest. Perhaps this is because the improvement of his strength has also led to the improvement of his horizons.
The cold wind hit, and the strong smell of blood hit their faces. The elderly and young children of the retreating Ye family also came back again. They sighed softly and silently packed up the bodies of their relatives. Tears dripped from the corners of their eyes, looking at
Those smiling faces in the past are now ashes, and the old people feel sad for a while. The happiest thing in the world is undoubtedly that someone will protect you with their life.
With a slight sigh, Ye Chen glanced at the corpses on the ground and murmured softly: "The so-called killing means death and pain accompanying both parties, that's all!"
Taking a step forward, Ye Chen's figure landed lightly on the ground. He took out a few bottles of elixirs with his right hand and handed them to Ye Du softly: "For everyone's healing!"
Ye Du did not show any pretense. He took the pill handed over by Ye Chen and immediately gave it to others. After coughing several times, Ye Du bowed slightly to Ye Chen and said, "Thank you for saving me!"
Ye Du did not ask Ye Chen's name, because he knew that the secret guards had no future, no past, and naturally no names. They only existed to protect the family.
Nodding slightly, Ye Chen pressed Ye Du's shoulder with his palm, and the thick zhenqi surged out. A few moments later, a trace of ruddy color appeared on Ye Du's originally pale face. In response, Ye Du's face
The expression of gratitude became even stronger. After everything was done, Ye Chen withdrew his hand and said softly: "The injury is not too serious, just pay attention to your cultivation!"
"Thank you!" Before Ye Du could say anything, Ye Fanbai, who was supporting Ye Du, said first, his clear eyes full of gratitude.
"Yes!" Ye Chen looked away from Ye Du, and instead looked at Ye Fanbai with deep meaning. At the same time, he also looked at the eyebrows of several corpses of people in Tsing Yi. Those small blades were shining in the soft sunlight.
There was a faint cold light, and Ye Chen couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth, and said with a chuckle: "There is nothing wrong with you, you are very good!"
Just a short sentence moved Ye Fanbai to an inexplicable impulse. He who was once called a waste could actually be praised by a strong man in the Qi Martial Realm. A hint of excitement emerged between his eyebrows. After taking a few deep breaths,
, Ye Fanbai's face returned to normal, even when facing Ye Chen, he was neither humble nor arrogant and said: "My tricks are not in the eyes of the strong at all, it is still not enough!"
Saying this, Ye Fanbai couldn't help but have a look of sadness on his face. He envied those who had awakened their blood before their blood was awakened. Who didn't have a dream when he was young, but his dream was completely trampled by reality.
In the evening breeze, the pear tree that was split in half by the stone path still stood proudly. The evening breeze blew by and picked up the snowflakes on the tree trunk. The snowflakes drifted in the wind and fell on the pool of blood on the ground.
Hearing this, Ye Chen shook his head slightly. Suddenly, an extremely alluring fragrance hit his nostrils. Several old men pushed a wooden cart out of the dilapidated attic, and white air drifted out from the wooden barrel. And this
The aroma came from the barrel. The barrel cart was dragged to the middle of the crowd. Other old people took out the bowls and chopsticks. An old man stood on the cart, holding up a large spoon with his thin arms.
Shaking slightly, the crystal clear rice porridge scooped out into the bowl, and the faint fragrance came from the rice porridge.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Ye Du turned away and looked at the busy figures, and said softly: "Fangshi has been attacked since this morning. After a day of hard work, no one has gained a single drop of water!"
Before Ye Du finished speaking, a strong fragrance hit his nostrils, and a gray-haired old man walked towards Ye Chen and others carrying several bowls of rice porridge.
The old man carefully handed the rice porridge to Ye Baifan and Ye Du. Finally, he walked to Ye Chen, handed the porcelain bowl in his hand to Ye Chen, and said with a chuckle: "Thank you for your hard work, Lord Secret Guard!"
Without refusing, Ye Chen took the porcelain bowl from the old man's hand and also chuckled: "This is my duty!"
The old man smiled kindly, turned around and held the porcelain bowl and walked towards the busy young people of the Ye family. Looking at the back of the old man, Ye Du said in a deep voice: "His name is Ye Wanqing. Ten years ago, his son participated in the secret guard battle."
After his death, he came to the imperial capital to help the family deal with some trivial matters!" After saying this, Ye Du took a breath and drank the hot rice porridge.
Ye Baifan, who was standing by, had a look of sadness on his face. It had been his dream to join the Secret Guard since he was a child, but his unawakened bloodline undoubtedly shattered the so-called dream.
Sensing Ye Baifan's change, Ye Chen put the rice porridge aside and whispered: "What's your name?"
Hearing this, Ye Baifan's face couldn't help but straighten up. This was the first time someone asked him his name. Ye Baifan said loudly: "My name is Ye Baifan!"
"Ye Baifan!" Ye Chen chuckled and nodded, pointing to the military robe on his body and the mask on his face: "Have you ever thought about becoming a secret guard?"
"I think!" Ye Baifan answered without any hesitation, but after saying it, a sad look appeared on Ye Baifan's face, and he said in a low voice: "So what if I think about it? Alas!"
"As long as you think about it, you should strive for this goal, right?" Ye Chen chuckled, patted Ye Baifan's shoulder with his right hand, raised his eyes slightly, looked at the sky with floating snowflakes, and said to himself: "
Sometimes it is better to blindly believe in yourself than to give up. In my opinion, as long as you firmly believe that you are a genius, then you are!"
After saying that, Ye Chen didn't say much, took a step forward, and shot into the void, leaving everyone stunned.
The moment Ye Chen soared into the sky, the figures of Ye Liusu and others also appeared at the end of the street. At this moment, they were rushing towards them on horseback.
Above the void, Ye Chen's figure disappeared into the clouds and was suspended in the void. Ye Chen's eyes were closed tightly, and his soul power surged around like a tide. The surrounding scenes also appeared extremely clearly on Ye Chen's mind.
In his mind, a few moments later, Ye Chen suddenly opened his eyes, and his figure was like a stream of light that disappeared into the bustling areas of the imperial capital, and the crowd also drowned Ye Chen's figure.
When night falls quietly in the city, the debauched and immoral life of the imperial capital's nobles also emerges. The imperial capital is more noisy at night than during the day, and the brightly lit streets are crowded with people.
There was an endless stream of buyers shouting, and the remaining chill of early spring made the taverns full, especially the stalls on the street where countless groups of people gathered.
In the dark corner of the street, figures were swaying, and a figure wrapped in a loose black robe was looming in the dark corner. The noise around him was in sharp contrast to this.
Pulling the black cloth on his forehead, Ye Chen's dull eyes swept back and forth around him, and finally he took a few steps forward and disappeared into the crowd.
The Situ family, as one of the major aristocratic families in the imperial capital, has a very high prestige in the imperial capital. Not only does it control several huge markets, but the Situ family's industry also penetrates into various industries. The Situ family manor is located at the center of the imperial capital.
It is a prosperous area, but the Situ family's manor alone occupies one-fifth of this area, which shows the strength of the Situ family.
Even though it was dark night, the entire Situ family manor was still brightly lit, and it was as bright as daytime. Several Situ family guards were sweeping back and forth at the gate. Pedestrians passing by looked at the guards with fear. The Situ family's
He was famous for being domineering in the imperial capital. There was once a man who was beaten to a disability because he accidentally spit in front of the Situ family manor.
"Tsk tsk, did you hear that? All the streets and markets of the Ye family were destroyed today!"
"If the reinforcements of the Ye family hadn't arrived at the right time, all those brats would have been wiped out long ago. It's a pity that I didn't see the faces of the Ye family!"
Two guards holding swords stood in front of the grand gate and whispered. The content of their discussion was clearly about the destruction of Yejiafang City today. Perhaps in their subconscious, no one dared to come to Situ's house to cause trouble. Therefore, the two
The vigilance of the guards was not as high as it was during the day, not only for these two guards, but also for the guards standing on the left and right sides of the gate.
However, no one noticed that a figure appeared in the attic in front of Situ's house. Under the black robe, his clear eyes were filled with coldness.
Raising his head and looking at the scattered Situ family manors below, Ye Chen curled his lips slightly, hinting at a sneer, and murmured softly: "The night is always a stage for killers!"
The cold wind blew Ye Chen's martial robe, and the black robe made a hunting sound, and a bloodthirsty brilliance suddenly appeared in Ye Chen's eyes...