Snow is falling down...... The lonely figure of Dao stood in the courtyard.

The cold wind howled over the courtyard, rolling up patches of snow.

The lights came into the house, and the lights in the house flickered.

Li Shiyue leaned in front of the window, her eyes slightly closed, and the silver strings were beating.

The sound of the piano wafted like flowing water, enveloping the entire courtyard.

Standing up, Ye Chen danced his long sword again. Qin Yin, the figure of the dancing sword, the fluttering snow floc, looking at this scene, a blank appeared in Li Shiyue's eyes: "Ye Chen!"

The lonely grave was flooded by the wind and snow, and the years began to leave traces on Ye Chen and Li Shiyue's faces.

Time flies, another twenty years.

The flower seeds that were buried in the courtyard in the past broke through the ground one after another at the moment when the spring breeze came.

By the time the snow melted, the seeds had bloomed into the courtyard

A brand new tombstone appears in the courtyard, two tombstones leaning against each other, and their shadows are pulled together whenever the moon sets.

"The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the child wants to raise but does not wait!" Looking at the tombstone, the sadness in Ye Chen's eyes infected the flowers in the courtyard.

The melodious sound of the piano is low and hoarse, Li Shiyue is dressed in plain clothes, and her former appearance is gradually twilighting.

Looking at the tombstone on the grave, Ye Chen knelt flat, and it was not until after the first seven years that Ye Chen got up.

"Shiyue, who in this world doesn't die?" Ye Chen muttered, his voice hoarse.

Patting the petals on Ye Chen's shoulders with his hands, Li Shiyue also knelt down and responded: "Didn't you say before that in your dreams, those strong people who cultivate to defeat can survive forever!"

"It's just a dream, it's really a dream!" Ye Chen shook his head, and his big thick hand held Shiyue's jade hand in vain.

It's been another ten years, the black hair of the past is as white as snow, and the figures of Ye Chen and Li Shiyue have become extremely old and faltering.

Every time he took a step, Ye Chen had to catch his breath for a while, he couldn't dance the sword anymore.

The red face is fragile, Li Shiyue has gray hair, old eyes are dizzy, and she can't pluck the strings.

The world is full of peaches and plums, and the students in the mountain villages have become talents one after another, and every festival, these students come together to visit Ye Chen and Li Shiyue, adding some vitality to the lonely courtyard.

The flowers in the courtyard are withering, but in the coming year, there will be flowers that make the courtyard full of fragrance, but when people leave, they will never come back.

A brand-new tombstone was erected among the flowers, and in the twenty-first year of Ye's mother's departure, Li Shiyue also left.

In the lonely courtyard, an elderly figure stood in the afterglow of the setting sun, and a slightly worn guqin was weakly lined up on the stone table.

The sun sets, and the night covers the vast land.

The moonlight is like water, although it is clear and cool, it can't dispel the vicissitudes of Ye Chen's body.

"Chen'er, did you doze off again in class today?"

"Ye Chen, my parents are busy on weekdays, you have to be a good student in school, don't trouble the teacher!"

"My name is Li Shiyue, maybe it's still your classmate!"

Vaguely, Ye Chen's ears seemed to sound the voice of decades ago, but the sadness in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

Looking at the cold tombstone, scenes from the past appeared in Ye Chen's heart, sometimes with a happy smile on his face, sometimes with an inexplicable melancholy, many years ago, he and Li Shiyue went to reminisce about the past, but now he can only remember alone.

The kind faces of his parents, Li Shiyue's smiling faces, thinking about it, the corners of Ye Chen's mouth couldn't help but smile.

Turning around and sitting on the ground casually, Ye Chen gently stroked Li Shiyue's guqin, plucking the silver strings weakly, knock!

Ye Chen used his heart to play the sound of the piano flowing in the depths of his soul, and this play was all night.

The rising sun gradually rose in the sky dispelled the endless darkness, and the dawn light shone through the clouds and mist, sprinkled on Ye Chen. ...,

As the sky gradually brightens, the sound of the piano gradually changes from low to high, until the sound reaches its peak, when the strings break and the sound stops abruptly.

Standing up, Ye Chen's aged figure gradually became erect, the traces of time dissipated on him, and the black hair that fell to his waist replaced the white hair.

"Over the years, I have kept repeating the same dream, in which I am the fifth generation of the moon god!"

"In fact, when my parents left, I knew that it was not a dream, but you were a dream!"

"Shiyue, thank you for accompanying me all my life and tendering my years!" Ye Chen muttered, the blankness in his eyes turned into nothing at this moment.

The fragrance surrounded both sides, and the three cold tombstones gradually blurred in Ye Chen's eyes, and the surrounding courtyard was also shattered, leaving only endless darkness.

"The dream of the previous life is over!" A sigh echoed in the darkness, Ye Chen's state of mind was washed in this dream, there was no killing strife in the Martial God Continent, only the breath of home.

"If my father hadn't died and my mother was still alive, I wouldn't have stepped into the killer world, but how can there be so many ifs in life!" Ye Chen's voice sounded in the darkness, turning into an aftermath and being swallowed up by the darkness.

"This is my dream from my previous life!" Ye Chen's mind fell silent again, and a ray of dawn burst out at the end, dispelling the endless darkness.

The snow was flying, Ye Chen was standing in the courtyard, two lines of tears had slipped across his cheeks for some time, hitting the strings, and tinkling.

Opening his eyes, Ye Chen looked at the two tombstones in front of him, and the familiar scene made Ye Chen feel like he was in a trance.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, Ye Chen raised his head, the morning glow hung at the end of the sky, despite the roar of the wind and snow, the faint sunlight still penetrated the clouds and fell.

"The artistic conception is also life, and life is also the artistic conception!" Ye Chen muttered, "I have forgotten the sound of the piano, but I will remember it!"

The second dream turned the wheelchair, his eyes were a little hazy, "Teacher, morning!"

The sound like the cry of the yellow warbler dispelled the sad aura on Ye Chen's body, and when he turned around, Ye Chen smiled slightly, "Little Meng'er, it's early!"

"Huh!" the second dream exclaimed, wiped his eyes, and looked at Niu Chen in a daze.

"What's wrong?" Ye Chen wiped away the tears on his face, stepped forward, and gently tapped Second Dream's forehead.

"The teacher is a little different from yesterday, but I can't see anything different, strange!" Second Dream wondered.

"Different?" Ye Chen was stunned at first, and then relieved, after the fifth dream, his artistic conception had reached the extreme, his respect was washed, his mood improved, and his temperament naturally changed somewhat.

"Strange, strange!" said the second dream, his clear eyes full of curiosity.

"Xiao Meng'er, your little girl is not shy, how can anyone stare at other people's faces like this?" Ye Chen said with a smile.

Hearing this, the second dream glanced at Ye Chen, "Didn't the teacher himself always stare at me, aren't you not shy!"

Shaking his head helplessly, Ye Chen pushed the wheelchair and walked out of the courtyard.

The disciples of the Ye family who were cultivating around looked at Ye Chen in surprise, and a respectful voice sounded: "Family master!"

Looking at these familiar faces, Ye Chen nodded with a smile.

At noon, Ye Chen had already left the courtyard.

The Ye family's ancestral pavilion, surrounded by a forest of sword pavilions, is like a guard, protecting the ancestral pavilion in the center.

Dressed in white, Ye Chen stood in front of the ancestor, looking up at the magnificent ancestral pavilion, his eyes showed a look of remembrance, in the past, he got the moon god Peiyu here, and his fate changed because of this.

"Artistic conception, will, supernatural powers, rules, martial arts realm, as long as I want to step in, I can step into it at any time!" Ye Chen muttered: "Stepping into the martial arts realm, the gap between you and me will become smaller and smaller, or even no gap, prince!"

"However, there are still a few days to prepare before this!" Ye Chen turned around, his gaze falling on the end of the trail.

Dressed in a green shirt, Ye Wushuang came with a feather fan.

"Wushuang, I will be in retreat in the Ancestral Pavilion for a few days these days, if there is nothing serious, there is no need to report the situation to me!" Ye Chen was the first to speak.

"Retreat!" Ye Wushuang was stunned at first, and then his eyes showed ecstasy, "Family Master, are you going to break through?"

"Hmm!" Ye Chen didn't hide anything about this.

(To be continued) [recruiting, please apply if you are interested]