The moonlight was cold, and the snow was falling.

In the lonely courtyard, Ye Chen stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the two tombstones in front of him.

"According to the information coming from the front, the three empires have also begun to fight abroad. ”

"At the same time, the Martial God Hall and the Prince Hall have also begun to wash their sects in blood, and many sects are forced to join them one after another due to the strength of the two!"

Ye Wushuang's expression was slightly solemn, "If it goes on like this, it will only take a few months, and there will be no more neutral sects and empires on the mainland, and under the pressure of each other, they have to choose to take sides!"

Ye Chen nodded, didn't say anything, his gaze just stopped on the tombstone.

"There used to be lilacs growing all over the yard, and although Xiao Meng'er's legs were inconvenient, she pulled them out whenever there were weeds growing here. Ye Wushuang chuckled.

"That little girl has gone a lot bad, it's all caused by Ye Muwan's guy. Ye Chen muttered.

Hearing this, Ye Wushuang's eyes moved, and he said with a smile: "Over the years, Sister Mu Wan has been with Xiao Meng'er. ”

"Senior Ye Leng and I have to deal with all kinds of trivial matters, except for Aunt Lan, Xiao Meng'er is taken care of by Sister Mu Wan. Waving a feather fan, Ye Wushuang said with a smile.

"I'm not in the Ye family, I've worked hard for you!" Turning around, Ye Chen looked at Ye Wushuang, who was more calm in front of him, and said, "It's been a very hard ten years." ”

"As long as you take a wrong step, the entire empire will step into the point of no return, so you can only cover everything, when it comes to exhausting solutions, I still have some gaps!" Ye Wushuang shook his head and said.

"Neither humble nor arrogant. What kind of modesty are you kid pretending to be in front of me!" Ye Chen directly punched Ye Wushuang in the shoulder. A dull voice suddenly sounded: "Qi Martial Realm, don't waste your cultivation!"

Raising his head, Ye Chen looked up at the starry dome above, and said lightly: "This world is very big, as big as you and I imagined!"

The sword finger was raised, Ye Chen pointed to the sky, and said: "The martial god is not the stage for you and me, heaven and earth are the stage for you and me, so don't waste your cultivation." lest you get tired and collapse!"

Regarding the matter of Tiangang Continent, Ye Chen also informed Ye Wushuang.

Hearing this, Ye Wushuang also looked at the starry sky, and his dark eyes showed a touch of confidence: "Heaven and earth are chess." The common people are the sons!"

"One day, I can also play this game of chess, as long as I firmly believe in this!" Ye Wushuang said firmly.

"The affairs of the kingdoms will be left to you, inform the Lone Emperor, and ask him to send the Blood Prison Army back to Hell and bring the sword pillars of the Sky City Sword Formation back to the Martial God!"

"When the forces of the Martial God States and the forces of the Sects are divided, it will be the beginning of the decisive battle, and we must make some preparations. Turning around, Ye Chen continued to look at the tombstone.

"No!" the wind and snow became heavier and heavier, dyeing their long hair white.

Exit the courtyard. Ye Wushuang's figure was submerged by the wind and snow.

In the empty courtyard, only a white robe remained, and the cold moonlight flowed out like water, stretching Ye Chen's shadow for a long time.

"Long time no see, Mu Ye, Zhiyun!" Ye Chen muttered softly, his fingertips touching the cold tombstone and waving away the snow.

"It's been ten years and I'm finally back. There was silence all around, and scenes from the past appeared in Ye Chen's mind. He couldn't help but feel a touch of melancholy in his heart.

Tonight's snow is getting heavier and heavier, and when it reaches the top of the nine heavens, it falls one after another, and the snow floc flutters, but there are no two pieces of snow floc with the same trajectory. Snowfall is life.

With his right hand raised, Ye Chen held several pieces of snow floc. Recalled: "Snowflakes fall, what falls is life, tonight's moonlight is less cold, poetry moon!"

The cold moonlight fell into the depths of Ye Chen's eyes, and Ye Chen's eyes gradually became dazed, "I once told the disciples of the Sword God Sect that this artistic conception is life. ”

"Forget my artistic conception, if you don't forget me, how can you reach the extreme, this is the only shortcoming of my artistic conception!"

The snow fell on Ye Chen's face, and the piercing cold feeling spread.

The crisp and graceful sound of the piano wafted out into the bamboo house, and the snow in the sky seemed to have spirituality at this moment, jumping.

The sound of the piano was sometimes low, sometimes high, and the cold wind swirling above was infected.

This song is called Yimeng, Ye Chen also played this song at the beginning, in the past, he took many underworld guards to the Han family in Tianfeng City, in a wine pavilion called Heaven and Earth, where he played this song.

"Remembering dreams!" Ye Chen muttered, he vaguely remembered the woman who played the piano at the beginning, Frost.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and Ye Chen's mood became more and more calm, until when the moon hung high in the sky, Ye Chen sat on the snow, not afraid of the biting chill on the ground, and the white clothes coincided with the wind and snow around him.

Like dead wood, Ye Chen sat in the wind and snow, "Why do you remember your dreams instead of dreams!"

In the past, I had four dreams, even though I understood their mood and their lives.

But have I ever understood my own artistic conception, my life!

The opportunity in the field of martial arts does not lie in the evolution of will, but in whether the artistic conception is extreme.

"The past life was a dream, but isn't this life a dream?"

"The artistic conception is originally the epitome of life, and life is a script, and who directed this scene, me?" Ye Chen's eyes were dazed, he took out the guqin, placed it on his legs, and gently plucked the silver strings, "If I was still an ignorant teenager back then, my father was not dead, and my mother was still alive, I would not have stepped into the killer world, if my blood was awakened back then, I would not have met Xiaohuo, Mu Ye, if I hadn't met you back then, you would still be delicate, Shiyue, if you and I hadn't known each other back then, would everything still be like this?"

The silver strings were plucked, and a crisp piano sound sounded quietly, leaving the courtyard silent in vain.

The sound of this piano is very light, like a breeze blowing through the catkins in March, but the catkins do not fly.

The light notes converged into a heartbreaking movement, and the snow flew in a flounder, and finally it was strangely still in the void.

The lights were dim, and the empire fell into a deathly silence, and the red lights and green wine in the city contrasted with the silence of the courtyard.

"Dream back to the past life, reincarnate in this life, and find my realm!" Ye Chen's mind gradually immersed in the sound of the piano, the shadow of his hand plucked on the silver strings, and the sound of the piano fluttered, until finally, Ye Chen closed his eyes.

Ye Chen's will gradually blurred, and the snow flocculent flying in the sky and earth turned into a little starlight, until it finally dissipated, and Ye Chen's eyes were dark

"The deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night!"

"The phoenix bird is not coming, the river is not out of the picture, Luo is not out of the book, I am already a husband!"

"Those who know are not confused, those who are benevolent are not worried, and those who are brave are not afraid. The sound of Lang Lang echoed around the campus, and the sun was shining outside the window, hitting the frosted glass, leaving spots of light on the desk.

"Ye Chen!" A serious cheer suddenly sounded, and the recitation that echoed in the teacher stopped abruptly.

In an instant, more than 30 eyes looked towards the back of the classroom.

A young woman stood on the podium with a ruler in her right hand, her face was angry at the moment, "Ye Chen!"

This time, the woman obviously raised her voice, even the students in the next classroom could hear it, and they all chuckled: "Ye Chen of the first class is sleeping in the class teacher's class again!"

At the back of the classroom, a fat man desperately held his chest out, bearing the anger of the female teacher, and at the same time, his left arm pushed hard against the sleeping tablemate next to him, "Ye Chen, your sister! In the class teacher's class, your kid is still sleeping!"

"Don't make noise!" The young man crawling on the desk was too noisy, still lying on his stomach, and said casually.

Quiet! The fat man looked a little embarrassed, "Sister, this kid really regards the classroom as his home!"

The young woman frowned, walked down with a ruler, Qianqianyu pinched the young man's ear with her hand, and suddenly said loudly: "Ye Chen!"

The young man's body was shocked, and he woke up suddenly, his eyes were hazy, and he raised his head to look at the young woman in front of him, only to see that the woman was wearing a uniform, which not only completely exposed her convex and backward figure, but also made the shirt tight, as if it was about to break out.

"Teacher, it's you!Teacher, let me tell you, I just had a long, long dream, I dreamed that I became the Sword God Sect Master, the fifth generation of the Moon God, with many blood prison troops, to conquer the heavens!" Before the young man finished speaking, the young woman immediately interrupted him: "Go out and stand! This class, don't you want to come in!"

The young woman's words seemed to pull the young man back to reality from his dream, the young man wiped his eyes with both hands, and when he saw the woman in front of him, his face changed slightly, "Teacher!"