Chapter 148: Sorrow (Second Update)

Looking at the silent unicorn ring, Ye Chen's eyebrows revealed a trace of loneliness, and he calmed down the strange emotions in his heart and looked at the entire attic.

What surprised Ye Chen was that there were not many grooves in the third layer, only one groove.

Before Ye Chen walked in, he felt a terrifying sword qi, his eyes swept over, and he walked directly towards the groove, at the same time, the true qi slowly flowed, gushing out of the body, forming a true qi cover outside Ye Chen's body, so as not to be injured by the sword qi, and there was also an iron plate under the groove, carved with dense words.

The moment Ye Chen's gaze touched the iron plate, Ye Chen's gaze could no longer be taken away.

The true qi cover outside the body couldn't help shaking, and at this moment, the fiery color in Ye Chen's eyes was enough to melt the iron plate in front of him, his lips trembled slightly, and he said: "Purple Qi comes from the east! One of the crippled sword skills, hundreds of years ago, its ancestors obtained from a senior, Xuan-rank advanced sword skills, its power."

However, what made Ye Chen stunned was that in order to cultivate this purple qi from the east, he must first comprehend a source, the origin of thunder.

There is still a picture of the sunset absolute maple casting the purple qi from the east in front of him, the power is indeed amazing, but according to the above description, the falling maple is not the real purple qi from the east, he doesn't even understand the origin of thunder, how can the purple qi come from the east!

Origin, what is the origin, Ye Chen held the iron piece that recorded the purple qi coming from the east, and his eyes were full of confusion.

According to the Fire Qilin's instructions, as long as he cultivates to reach the peak of martial arts refining and comprehends the origin, he can break through the realm of qi and martial arts, but the difficulty of Ye Chen to break through the realm of qi martial arts is greater than that of ordinary people, ordinary people only need to comprehend one source, but Ye Chen needs to comprehend the origin of wind and fire.

The theory of origin is the existence of nothingness, not like the existence of sword skills, even if Ye Chen's talent is amazing, he also feels helpless.

The first martial arts are easy, the martial arts are practiced hard, and the qi martial arts have an epiphany, there has always been such an explanation in the Martial God Continent, his fists clenched, Ye Chen swept away the confusion in his eyes, revealing a determined look, he was able to cultivate to the current realm in just a few months, and he was confident that the qi martial realm would not be his end.

The key to the sword technique of the purple qi donglai is only a few hundred words, browsed it several times, Ye Chen remembered it, for the iron piece in his hand, Ye Chen did not put it away, after carefully inspecting the entire attic, he did not find the rest of the things, pushed open the door, and now from the inside to the outside, the light curtain naturally lost its effect.

Ye Chen easily passed through the light curtain and handed over the entire piece of iron to Ye Yi, in this regard, Ye Chen was not afraid that Ye Yi would spread this sword skill, after all, one of the conditions for being able to enter the Pluto Guard was to be loyal, and the treasury and medicine hall of the house, Ye Chen was not interested, and jumped directly from the window on the third floor and jumped to the top of the attic.

There was not the slightest sound of killing, only the rustle of the leaves in the breeze, and the animals

The sound of chirps.

Time passed quietly like flowing water, as if it was night, the sunset had long since disappeared, and from a distance, countless lights lit up everywhere in the entire sunset.

Standing at the top of the attic, the black robe was hunting, his long hair was fluttering in the wind, looking at the busy backs of the Ye family's children below, Ye Chen couldn't help but sigh, at this moment, he couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness, even though he had lived in this world for decades, but for this world, he was just a tourist.

This is never his hometown, he can't smell the familiar smell of his hometown, the dazzling high-rise buildings, the busy streets.

In the night, the thunder and the lightning that sometimes illuminates everything shines through it, but everything in the world is reflected as day.

Ye Chen slowly raised his head, there was a hint of complexity in his eyes, and he muttered, "It's going to rain!

Immediately, Ye Chen felt a wave of moisture with raindrops blowing on his face and falling on his face, which was very refreshing, and he looked up at the misty sky.

There are dark clouds, thunder flashes, the clouds rise and fall, rolling black clouds cover the sky, the rainstorm is coming, the sound of the uproar is like thousands of horses galloping in the distance, for the sudden rainstorm, Ye Chen did not leave immediately, but stood in the attic blankly, letting the rain wash away the blood stains on his body.

I could clearly hear the rustle of the rain hitting the roof, and the rain fell like a curtain along the house, forming a rain curtain.

Just like in his previous life, the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, with rows of eaves and raindrops all over the ground, this rain outlined his memories of his previous life.

The sudden rain washed over the blood all over the ground, and when it fell to the ground, it turned red, and the red stream flowed towards the low-lying places and into the waterways.

Condescendingly, Ye Chen's gaze slowly extended from the busy figures below, where some children in the house climbed on the windows, reaching out to catch the rain, making a cheerful laugh, in this rain, it came far away, on the top of the tree, the male and female birds snuggled up to each other, opened their wings, and protected the young in the nest

In the tavern in the distance, several groups of people competed for the amount of alcohol on the second floor of the tavern, sometimes talking about interesting things about Luoxia City, sometimes talking about some women, laughing and scolding.

The familiar picture in the rain gradually evoked the memories in Ye Chen's heart, once upon a time, he also climbed on the window, watched the rain fall, and also stretched out his hand, letting the rain fall on his hand, and let out a cheerful and childish laughter, at that time, his father always taught himself with a straight face, and his mother stood aside with a kind face.

Once upon a time, he was also in the bar, drinking with his outlaw brothers.

However, they are all gone, their father is gone in a car accident, and their mother is also gone from working all day long, even if those brothers who died together are also there, and they have gone to a heavenly country, and the memories of their previous lives continue to wash Ye Chen like this rain, but these gradually become yellowed memories.

No matter how beautiful the memories are, they can only become bubbles after all, Ye Chen gradually woke up from the memories, there was a trace of bitterness at the corners of his mouth, and time was always speechless.

The heavy rain became thicker and thicker, the water splashed on the ground, even Ye Chen's vision became confused, hazy, and there was only one person in the entire vast world, Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, so is this a dream? If this is a dream, when will he wake up, and when will he wake up, will he see his father's pretended serious face.

Take out the wine from the unicorn ring, raise your head and pour it, only the hot liquor can relieve the sorrow in your heart, and cut off the sorrow of unreasonable and chaotic.

This kind of secular and independent loneliness is like flowing water, drawing a knife to cut off the water and the water is more flowing, and raising a glass to eliminate sorrow is even more sorrowful.

The wind blew gently, curling up the long hair that was stuck together, and at this moment, a faint wind resounded into Ye Chen's entire world, as if the sense of touch and thinking slowly faded away.

Another wonderful feeling arose in his heart, without any thought or feeling, but a faint sound of wind was infinitely amplified in his heart.

This wind is not the wind of the homeland, but they are also the wind, the ethereal, the only ethereal that the wind has.

The wine is still flowing, altar after altar, the wine is like Ye Chen's emotions, his sorrow, his loneliness, flowing in Ye Chen's heart, the wind is still blowing Ye Chen's face, the Ye family disciples below don't know when they have left, looking at it from a distance, there is only Ye Chen left in the whole world.

A smart feeling flowed through his heart, and gradually bred a trace of understanding.

The right hand that fell on the knee slowly raised up, and a faint wind whirlwind formed in the palm of the hand, the wind whirlwind kept rotating in Ye Chen's palm, and then dissipated, and then appeared again, and the wind was like this, constantly appearing and disillusioned, and the cycle continued, for no reason, Ye Chen felt that he understood something, a wind seemed to surround his head, and he was so subconscious, and gently stepped forward.

In an instant, a mysterious trajectory formed under his feet. Ye Chen's figure disappeared in place, leaving behind an afterimage that was out of sight, instantly appearing ten meters away, an afterimage still stayed in place, gradually dissipating, just such a casual step, Ye Chen actually crossed a distance of ten meters!

The rain and fog were filled, Ye Chen's figure disappeared into the rain and fog like a shadow of lightning, Ye Chen was drunk, I don't know whether he was intoxicated by this rain, or this wine, or this wind.

At this moment, Ye Chen seemed to have forgotten this day, this land, this person, there was only endless rain in his eyes, and only endless wind in his ears.

He only felt that the wind was so close to him, as long as he raised his hand slightly, he beckoned, and with a wave of his hand, he was away in an instant.

It was as if the world around him had become a world of wind, there were traces of wind everywhere, and with a touch of his feet, gusts of breeze surrounded his body, and his figure seemed to move very slowly, and the surrounding environment was deeply imprinted in Ye Chen's mind.

The rain was also mixed with a light breeze, this light wind blew, whimpering, blowing the raindrops as if tilting, and fell on Ye Chen's body urgently, but the rain penetrated Ye Chen's figure, and there were countless afterimages, and even Ye Chen gradually forgot which one was the afterimage.

The rain seemed to have no end in sight, and it continued to fall from the sky, and the rain seemed to drain all at once, and it was sprinkled on the earth to form a thick rain mist.

The rolling clouds and mist surged, and the killing intent on Ye Chen's body gradually dissipated, the whole person looked like a weak scholar, this rain not only washed away the blood stains all over his body, but also seemed to wash away Ye Chen's killing intent, and his mood slowly sublimated.

It turns out that this is where it came from