The first thousand four hundred and ninety-six chapters Xiumi died
Jian Chen hugged You Yue gently, smelling the faint fragrance emanating from You Yue's body with the tip of his nose, and said softly: "Yue'er, I have suffered so much for you these years. You have been waiting for me for so long, will you blame me?"
Youyue raised her head and looked at Jian Chen lovingly with her autumn-like eyes. Her eyes were full of tenderness and she whispered softly: "Jian Chen, I have never blamed you, because I know how you have gone through these years. It's very hard, or in other words, it has been very hard since you left Kargas College. To achieve what you have today, you must have sacrificed a lot over the years, and even almost sacrificed your own life. As your fiancée, I can only watch you working hard outside without being able to help at all, so what do I have to complain about?"
"Jian Chen, do you know, in fact, in Yue'er's heart, I have always been proud to be your wife, even though she is still an unmarried wife now, you are very outstanding, very powerful, and have an unparalleled cultivation talent. The world no longer knows how many magnificent women have fallen in love with you, Yue'er is very glad that my father arranged this marriage for you and me."
You Yue looked at Jian Chen infatuatedly. Her speaking voice was not only beautiful, but also very gentle. Then she stood on the rapidly flying Zi Ying Sword and turned around gently, hugging her tightly with her arms. He hugged Jian Chen, pressed his whole body into Jian Chen's arms, and said: "Jian Chen, you once promised Yue'er that you would marry Yue'er. Do you still remember it now? Have you ever forgotten it?"
"Of course I remember. How can I forget such a thing? It's just Yue'er. Besides you, I, Jian Chen, have other women." Jian Chen said softly, as if he remembered something, with a complicated look on his face.
A slight smile appeared on You Yue's face, and she said: "Jian Chen, your father has four wives, but do you know how many princesses my father has?"
Jian Chen shook his head. Although he was from the Geshen Kingdom and was also the protector of the Geshen Kingdom, he didn’t know much about the royal family of the Geshen Kingdom. He didn’t even know how much the king of the Geshen Kingdom owned. Princesses, and how many princes there are, no one knows.
Seeing the confused look on Jian Chen's face, You Yue laughed out loud and said coquettishly: "It's a shame that you are still the Protector of the Country and you don't even know this. Let me tell you, my father's There are a total of twenty-eight princesses, and my mother is just one of them." When talking about her mother, You Yue's expression was filled with sadness. Her mother passed away when she was just born. If there was no portrait, I'm afraid she would have died. Youyue doesn't even know what her mother looks like.
"None of those powerful men have three wives and four concubines. Your father is like this, and my father is the same, but you are even better than your father and my father. I don't know how many women in the world are interested in you. Qingxin, Yue'er has long understood in her heart that no woman can monopolize you, so Yue'er doesn't care how many women are around you." You Yue continued, her tone was very soft and considerate.
"What if I told you that I already have a child." Jian Chen said, with a bit of guilt.
Even his parents didn't know about Shangguan Aojian, and the first person he told was You Yue.
Youyue's body trembled slightly, and she looked at Jian Chen in surprise. After a short silence, she said in a slightly trembling tone: "Jian Chen, is this true?"
"It's true. I haven't seen him for more than ten years now, and now he has grown up." Jian Chen sighed softly, and couldn't help but think of Shangguan Aojian of Sansheng Island, and he also felt a little guilty in his heart. , because he himself also knew that he was not a good father. Over the years, the time he spent with Shangguan Aojian was so rare that he could even count it on his fingers.
"Now that this has happened, I will go to the Three Holy Islands and stay there until the day when the Holy Abandoned Realm attacks." Jian Chen secretly thought in his heart, but before that, he had to go to the Huang family because Huang Luan was there. .
"Although Yue'er doesn't know who that person is, Yue'er believes that that person is definitely not an ordinary woman. Jian Chen, if you have the opportunity in the future, take me to see your child, okay." You Yue said with a soft tone. Even though he was very calm and collected, Jian Chen could still feel the faint feeling of loss in You Yue's tone.
Jian Chen nodded, and the two of them were speechless for the rest of the journey. Although the Valley of Immortality was a million miles away from Raging Flame City, the flying speed of the Purple Ying Sword quickly crossed this long distance.
The Immortality Valley is located on the edge of the Zongheng Mountains. Jian Chen piloted the Ziying Sword and flew to the entrance of the Immortality Valley, stopped outside, and then walked into the valley with You Yue.
Many years have passed, but Changsheng Valley is still the same as before. It looks unchanged. Even if weeds grow, they will be cut down by the villagers living here immediately. In the past, Changsheng Valley had a peaceful atmosphere. The tranquility gives people a feeling of paradise, but today, the sky is covered with white cloth in the Changsheng Valley. Almost every household has hung up the snow-white cloth in front of their house according to local customs, and a kind of floating... The white flowers produce a faint bitter taste, and the entire Valley of Immortality is filled with a deep sadness.
Jian Chen and You Yue walked into the village of Changsheng Valley. In the center of the village, they found a little fat man wearing hemp and mourning, with a sad look on his face. He was kneeling in front of a coffin, and his whole body looked like a stone sculpture. He seemed motionless, and next to Xiaopang, his mother was sitting on the ground with red and swollen eyes, her expression filled with deep sadness, as if she had lost her soul.
Jian Chen stared at the coffin with a bit of sadness, and his mood became heavier as he entered the Valley of Immortality. He knew that the person lying in the coffin was a cultivator who had saved his life. Uncle Mi, Xiumi's soul is incomplete due to congenital defects, so he will never be able to break through to the realm of the Holy King in this life, and only has a life span of a thousand years. Now, Uncle Xiumi's thousand years have passed, and his life has come to an end, and he died of exhaustion, even if he takes Tens of thousands of years, even a hundred thousand years, millions of years of heavenly materials and earthly treasures cannot make Xiumi change his destiny.
These 100,000 to 1 million-year-old treasures of heaven, materials, and earth can transform a person, and can turn a useless person who cannot cultivate the power of the saint into an eternal wizard in a short period of time, and even have the magical effect of bringing the dead back to life, as long as he still retains his breath. Resurrected in the shortest possible time. However, no matter how powerful these heavenly materials and earthly treasures are, they cannot regenerate a soul.
Even Jian Chen had not encountered any heavenly material or earthly treasure that could allow a person to regenerate a soul out of thin air in the Xuanhuang Small Heaven Realm.
Many villagers around him have recognized Jian Chen and nodded to say hello to Jian Chen. On this day when Uncle Xiumi passed away, all the villagers in Changsheng Valley felt very sad. No one wanted to say anything, and just looked at Jian Chen. Or nod.
Jian Chen passed through the crowd and walked straight to Uncle Xiumi's coffin. He stared at the coffin silently for a while, and then bowed deeply to the coffin.
His heart was filled with unspeakable pain. He was a ninth-level Holy Master of Light. He could not only resurrect the holy soldiers, but also had the ability to bring people back to life. As long as the spirit was immortal and the soul remained, even the fallen saint could Jian Chen, the emperor's strong man, can resurrect him, but now, with the death of Uncle Xiumi, Jian Chen, the dignified ninth-level Holy Master of Light, has no way to do anything.
Because with his ability as a ninth-level Holy Master of Light, there is no way to make up for Uncle Xiumi's soul and make his soul perfect.