Chapter 2151

At the end of the eleventh year, ye Chen returned to Zhuxian Town.

The first time, he went to Yang's house.

Ten years later, Xiao Yang Lan is still not growing up. She is still as pink as two or three years old. However, Lao Yang's worried hair has turned white. If he has not grown up in his whole life, he can't stand it. He is still waiting for his grandson? Not blowing, he and Xia LAN lead the children out, don't know, think it is his granddaughter? The people of Zhuxian Town were surprised at first, but after a long time, they got used to it.

"This time, it's a long time for you to go." In the pavilion, Yang Ge Lao cooked wine and said with a smile, "I haven't seen it for ten years. I really miss it."

"You're... A lot older." Ye Chen smiles. Yang Ge's gray hair can't be covered. However, compared with the same age, Lao Yang is still good. Today's Yangge is old and rare. All this is due to the method of cultivating one's mind in his early years.

"So do you." Yang Ge said with a smile that this is true. Although Ye Chen is a Banxian, he does not deliberately cover up his old appearance. His temples are full of silver, which is the mark of the past 20 years.

Ye Chen a smile, sipped a sip of wine, the rest of the light swept to the Xia LAN.

When he left ten years ago, the yin-yang immortal pattern in xialan's body began to decline gradually. Ten years later, although the yin-yang immortal pattern was still there, it had already collapsed. He could see that Xia Lan's body was too weak, and his face was quite pale and morbid.

Xia LAN chuckles, has already looked on, lived 20 years more, is the gift of the immortal.

Not long after, the three Yang Xuan also came. This time, they were sensible and came with wine. Their hair was early white, and even immortals could not stop their years, let alone mortals.

"It's been another ten years. Do you really want to wait for us to settle down?" Shangguan Jiu doesn't seem to be a Taoist. What about a good immortal? Year after year, all the flowers are gone.

"Wait a few years while you are still young." Ye Chen smiles.

His words, listen to Yang Xuan almost lift the table, your sister, amuse us?

At night, ye Chen left Yang's house and walked slowly in the street. After this walk and return, many familiar faces are missing in the street. All the old people who should be late in life have settled down. I wanted to wait for him to come back and make a divination. Unfortunately, they didn't hold up to that time.

Ye Chen did not speak, wearing a cloak, quietly passed, like a passer-by.

When he arrived at his home, he stopped at the gate of the Garden opposite.

Through the gap in the gate, he could see a young man holding a doll and looking up at the stars. On one side, there was a woman sewing and weaving clothes. Sometimes he looked at this side and showed a gentle smile.

At that time, the children also grew up and became a family.

Up to now, ye Chen did not know his name, so unconsciously, he wanted to call him Qi reincarnation, implying the reincarnation of the king of Qi.

Who would have thought that the prince of Qi, who led his troops to surround Zhuxian Town, was living in Zhuxian Town in a different identity. Most people would not believe it if such things were spread out.

Through the wall door, he only saw a family of three, but did not see Qi's reincarnated grandfather. When he left ten years ago, the old man was still there, and when he returned ten years later, he had already died.

Ye Chen did not disturb and went back to his small garden.

Ten years later, a lot of weeds have grown in the garden. The spider webs in the house have formed layer after layer. The dust on the desks and chairs is also clearly visible, which makes it desolate.

Early in the morning, ye Chen set up his clothes early.

After hearing about the legend of Wulin, the people of Zhuxian Town gathered together and formed a long line for several miles.

For three days, it was.

In the twinkling of an eye, it is ten years old again. Those who should be old and those who should fall are also fallen. For example, Xia LAN can't get out of bed. If a critically ill person has no strength to get up, the yin-yang immortal pattern has been defeated by 90%.

Yang Ge old still let him come every day, saying that he came to fortune telling. In fact, he wanted to invite Ye Chen to see Xia Lan's illness. His family, perhaps, belongs to his most normal family. A daughter can't grow up any longer, and a wife can't afford to be ill, which is even more powerless.

Ye Chen went to see him several times, but he was silent. Don't say that he was a Banxian. Even if he was not sealed, he couldn't save Xia LAN. Just like him in those years, when the time came, God couldn't stay.

Xia LAN is still very tenacious, lying in the hospital bed, and is hard to support for three or five years.

This night, ye Chen is carving wood under the old tree, Yang Ge old leaning on crutches, come in a hurry, look flustered, pull Ye Chen away.

Ye Chen didn't resist, as if he knew where Yang Ge always wanted to take him.

Calculate the time, Xia Lan's deadline, also should arrive.

In fact, the chivalrous haze on the hospital bed is already in sharp shape and gray hair. Her beautiful eyes, which used to be clear and clear, are now turbid. Her unique face was also covered with age spots. Even her lips needed to be dried and cracked. Her vitality was dim to the extreme, and her breath was sometimes absent. It was as if she would die in the next moment.

See ye Chen to, Xia LAN wants to get up, finally is powerless, only farfetched a smile.

Ye Chen is speechless, is in the heart can't bear, he is witness to... A woman of extraordinary beauty, to such a frail age, in this night, will die."Little friend, help her." Yang Ge Lao stepped forward and knelt down with a thump. His voice choked and his body trembled. On his old face, there were tears.

Ye Chen helped Yang Ge old, but he shook his head helplessly, "birth, aging and death are the laws of nature. Forgive me for being powerless."

At this moment, the old Yang Ge was relaxed. He seemed to have no spiritual support. He couldn't even stand. He felt that the whole world was dark.

Ye Chen sighed and retreated to leave the last time for the old couple.

In my dream, I can only sleep in the cradle.

Yang Ge old sitting at the head of the bed, carefully lifted up the Xia LAN, let it nestle in his arms.

"Come on, everyone will die." Xia Lan's smile is gentle, but she is powerless. Her eyelids are shaking and may be closed at any time. The yin-yang immortal pattern that supports her to live is slowly dissipating the last bit of immortal light.

"You still have to go ahead of me." Yangge old voice hoarse, incomparable vicissitudes.

"My husband, I have already died!" Xia LAN smiles, but her eyes are full of water mist. She finally tells the secret that she has hidden for more than 30 years.

"I know. I knew it thirty-three years ago." Yang Ge old tender smile, strange calm, "you are my wife, bed together, how can I know."

Xia LAN cried and laughed, only then knew that this 33 years, is a play, she concealed from him, he was willing to be cheated.

The deadline is approaching. As the end of her life and death, she raised her eyes and looked at the cradle and her sleeping child. She wanted to hold her again. As a mother, she did not wait for her daughter to get married, and she could not see her growing up. She should be a little beauty. She should look like her very much, and there should be many people to promote her marriage.

"My husband, will you wait for me in the afterlife?"

"Yes."

"Then in the afterlife, be husband and wife again." Xia Lan's tender smile, but her light language, but gradually weak, until the eyes, scattered the last trace of vision, held up for 33 years, she finally closed her eyes, promised the promise of the next life, only two lines of tears, melt this life love, across the old and sad cheek.

Old Yang Ge is holding on tightly, still talking slowly, carrying the tender feelings in the twilight, talking about the vicissitudes of love words, as if in self talk, but also like to say to Xia LAN, reminiscent of their years, about their magnificent love, bit by bit, with the passing years, interwoven into a beautiful marriage.

Outside the room, ye Chen listens to that sound murmur, cannot help but sigh.

Yang Xuan, shangguanjiu and Lingfeng are all there. They carry their bodies and can't bear to listen.

For a long time, I didn't see Yang Ge getting old, and the four people didn't disturb him. He had to give him time to say goodbye to his wife.

"Mother, wake up and play with me."

I don't know when I heard the tender voice. It was Xiao Yang Lan. She woke up from a deep sleep. At the moment, she was lying on the bed, shaking Xia LAN with her little hands. Unfortunately, her gentle mother could not open her eyes and take a look at her.

Ye Chen turned around and walked away in silence.

For the next three days, he did not set up a fortune telling stall, nor had he ever been to Yang's house. He only heard that Lao Yang's head was crying bitterly. He fainted several times until the coffin lid was closed, and he was still lying in front of xialanling, crying bitterly.

Accompanied by the sound of Suona, white paper money, sprinkled all over the street.

On the day of xialan's funeral, there were people standing on both sides of the two roads, hiding in tears. Before her death, Xia Lan was kind-hearted, just like a female Bodhisattva, who helped the poor. Her death was very sad.

Ye Chen did not leave the house, only quietly carved his wood carving.

On the fifth day, I heard a knock at the door.

Yang Fan is Yang Fan, the adopted son of Yang Ge Lao. Now he is middle-aged and has already established a family and career, inheriting Lao Yang's mantle.

"Master, go and persuade your father! He has been kneeling in front of his mother's grave for three days and three nights. " Yang Fan hopes for a way.

Ye Chen didn't speak, sighed, put down the carving knife, got up and went out of the garden.

Zhuxian Town outside a forest, he appeared again.

Xia Lan's grave is in it. It's her chosen cemetery.

Before he went in, ye Chen heard the sound of erhu, and the one who pulled the string was Yang Ge Lao. The sound was mournful and rang all over the mountain forest. Even the birds heard it, they all fell on the branches and did not fly away for a long time.

Ye Chen walked in slowly, and saw Yang Ge Lao, with white hair in disorder, sitting in front of xialan's grave, with his back bent and shaking erhu.

People all say that one year's Qin and two years' Xiao, three years' pipa, five years' zither, and a lifetime of playing erhu, this is the case with Yang Ge Lao, who plays erhu, but carries his vicissitudes.

Ye Chen comes forward and points Yang Ge's old acupoint, which makes him fall into a deep sleep and leaves the mountain forest with his back.

After he left, there was a beautiful image which turned into an evil spirit in front of the grave.

There is also a woman on the side of the evil spirit. If you take a closer look, it turns out to be Donghuang Taixin.

"Whether it can be revived." Evil spirits are weak.

"No The tone of Donghuang Taixin's reply was quite positive."The secret of this ancient star, you should know." Evil devil said, also brush hand three musk, inserted in front of the Xia LAN grave.

Unfortunately, musk can not be ignited, or, Xia LAN can not afford.

"The reincarnation here is like a strange place, and it is hard to break." East Yufei shook her head gently.

Evil spirits also shook their heads and smiled, "the chess game of the king of man, the result is to seize the heaven and create."