The first thousand one hundred and tenth chapters are all old, nothing more than this
~Date:~October 29~
Chapter 1,110 Everyone grows old together, nothing better than this (first update)
Chapter 1,110 Everyone grows old together, nothing better than this (first update)
Blue sky and white clouds, thin riverside, dark and fragrant grass.
On a starry night, Ye Chen rarely practiced sword practice, but took Qian Chuanxue's hand and ran towards Huacheng.
The blooming daisies are swaying in the wind. If you close your eyes, you can easily smell the bright scent.
The snuggled fingertips, the two tufts of white hair, the swaying figure.
The blood-colored moonlight rendered the daisies a blood-red color. Ye Chen pulled Qian Chuanxue and walked on the empty street.
In the past, the flower street in Huacheng was very lively, especially the daisies blooming on both sides, which attracted many young people.
However, today, this flower street is too quiet, with only the sound of petals falling to the ground.
Qianchuan Xueliu frowned slightly and looked at the sharp attic around her with some vigilance.
Ye Chen noticed Qian Chuan Xue's change, smiled gently, and lightly squeezed Qian Chuan Xue's palm with his right hand.
With white hair swaying in the wind, Ye Chen pulled Qianchuan Xue towards the end of the flower street.
At the end, countless kinds of flowers are spread out, and stepping into it feels like being in a flower bush.
Qianchuan Xue walked softly, fearing to step on the flowers under her feet.
And at this moment, a bright firework bloomed in the sky above Huacheng.
Although the fireworks were short-lived, they illuminated Ye Chen's face and his eyes as bright as stars in an instant.
Under Qian Chuanxue's stunned gaze, Ye Chen took a step forward, turned around, bent down, took Qian Chuanxue's hand, and chuckled: "Qian Chuanxue, you are my woman, then you must marry me today!"
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Bang bang! The fireworks became more and more brilliant, lighting up the entire sky.
Wang You suddenly appeared on the street and shouted loudly: "Marry him!"
"Marry him!" A series of neat shouts resounded in the surrounding attics in vain. As the lights flickered, a famous warrior appeared in the attic and on both sides of the street.
"Marry him!" The shouts circled around Qianchuan Xue's ears. His eyes rolled over the ripples of time. Qian Chuanxue suddenly chuckled. He knew that this must be planned by Wang You. Ye Chen, a blockhead, didn't know how to do it.
So charming.
Despite this, a few clear tears still rolled in the corners of Qianchuan Xue's eyes.
"Yeah!" Qianchuan Xue smiled softly, her face faded, but this smile involved thousands of charms.
Ye Chen chuckled and held Qianchuan Xue's hand tightly. There was a burst of cheers from the surrounding streets. In this small town, under the witness of warriors all over the city, a simple and plain wedding gradually began.
On this day, the hunters who went out to hunt for monsters came back early. Lanterns were decorated everywhere, and the rich aroma of wine filled the flower city.
Swordsmen hold horns and stand on the edge of life and death. The swords in their hands are ruthless, but people are sentimental.
For nearly ten years, Ye Chen and Qianchuan Xue have become part of this small town and are inseparable.
Children with horn braids shuttled among the crowd. With the blessings of all the warriors in the city, Ye Chen rarely changed into a brand new white clothes, with a hemp rope tied up with a head full of silver.
White hair was swaying in the wind, Ye Chen supported Qian Chuanxue, and the two of them staggered towards the courtyard.
There is a courtyard, a peach tree, a stone chair, and a thatched hut. Under the soft moonlight, a few snowflakes are falling from the sky, and the snowflakes gradually drown the figures of Ye Chen and Qianchuan Xue.
The lights were swaying in the wind and snow. Wang held the falling snowflakes with his right hand and looked towards the courtyard in the distance with a smile: "The snow came a bit early this year, but it is more beautiful than in previous years and not bone-chilling."
Feel!"
Hearing this, Yusong said drunkenly: "Wangtou, even madmen have wives, it's time for you to find one too!"
"Mother-in-law?" Wang You shook his head, with a confused look in his eyes. In recent days, he has experienced that kind of dream again, and it has become clearer and clearer. "Am I the dragon in the dream, or am I Wang You from Huacheng?"
The confusion in Wang You's eyes became more and more intense, until finally he fell into that trance again.
It wasn't until Yu Song woke up Wang You that Wang You realized what he was doing, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Let's go! Today is the madman's day, and I'm going to get drunk."
The blood moon is gentle, flowing over the small town. Looking up from a distance, the small town seems to be covered with a layer of blood-colored gauze.
Time is silent, like quicksand at the fingertips, passing by quietly. It’s summer again, and although the ordinary life is boring, the warmth brought by the ordinary life is intoxicating.
In the tenth year, Qianchuan Xue's figure became thinner and thinner. The vitality in her body was just like Ye Chen's before. She could no longer use her secret skills to transfer her vitality to Ye Chen.
Sparse Qi was flowing in Qianchuan Xue's body. Qian Chuanxue had just taken a few steps when her figure started to shake violently and staggered.
Under the night cover, the moonlight was faint, frogs were croaking, and occasionally there was a burst of laughter, accompanied by children playing and playing.
The falling petals shattered all over the ground, and Ye Chen danced in the courtyard with his sword, although every sword was weak.
Qianchuan Xue held her chin with her hands and stared at Ye Chen who was dancing the sword. Ten years later, he still couldn't remember the past.
At the end of the horizon, a slender figure gradually emerged. Her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders. Under the moonlight, her pale face looked even more eye-catching.
The young man raised his head, his eyes fell on the petals flying in the sky, and murmured softly: "It's a beautiful small town, cough!"
With gentle steps, the young man walked towards the Flower City. His figure was extremely thin, like petals swaying in the wind, which could be blown away at any time.
"Fudai, it's been a long time, cough!" the young man whispered, his eyes falling on the dancing figure in the courtyard, "It's just that, Wu Dai, you have changed a lot."
In the courtyard, Qian Chuanxue's figure suddenly trembled, her withered yellow hands immediately grabbed the sword on the stone table, and she looked out of the courtyard with a fearful expression, wearing a green shirt.
"Ahem, not only has the fifth generation changed a lot, but you, Qianchuan, have also changed a lot. Your appearance is no longer the same, and your youth has been lost. Ahem!" The cool summer wind blows against his face, carrying the unique atmosphere of the Flower City, and the young man's face becomes paler.
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Weak infuriating energy flowed through her fingertips. Qianchuan Xue stood up. All the petals in the courtyard were strangely still in the void, and a chilling feeling filled the air.
"You are still as vigilant as before. I just came to see Wu Dai. I have no ill intentions, ahem." The young man smiled and clamped the petals still in the void with his sword fingers.
"Besides, you can't stop my sword now. You know this better than anyone else, cough!" The petals fell from the young man's fingertips, bringing up a beautiful sword light. The sword energy filled the air, and the petals turned into fragments and scattered.
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"Sword God Rizhao!" Qianchuan Xue whispered, her weak true energy flowing out crazily from her body. On a hot summer day, flakes of snow fell under the night sky.
The petals still in the void have condensed with a layer of frost, which is crystal clear and brings a chilling feeling.
When the sword stopped, Ye Chen turned around and looked at the young man in the distance with a blank look in his eyes: "Sword God Ri'er?"
"A very familiar name, really familiar, but I can't remember who he is!" Ye Chen murmured to himself, raising his sword again: "But I only know that no one can touch my woman!"
"Ahem!" Rizhao coughed out, with a helpless smile at the corner of his mouth: "Today's Godai and Qianchuan, you can't stop my sword, but I have no idea of using the sword, cough cough."
Rizhao shook his head and walked toward the courtyard. As soon as his steps fell, the flowers that were still in the void began to fall again. The snowflakes and the chilling aura dissipated with Rima's step. His steps were still so gentle.
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Rizhao closed his eyes slightly, stood there and counted his breath, and then said: "It's a beautiful sound. The prince likes to listen to the snow, but I prefer to listen to the flowers. The breeze blows, and the flower buds gradually bloom with bright vitality in the wind.
It has a light fragrance instead of the smell of blood, and it feels really good. Ahem, Fifth Generation, I suddenly feel a little envious of you, because you have been able to hear the sound of falling flowers for so long!"
Ye Chen looked blank, but he could listen to Rizhao's words quietly, "I have met him before, but I can't remember him now. Qianchuan Xue said that I have forgotten the whole world!"
Rizhao opened his eyes and held the falling petals with his right hand. His right hand was still so slender and pale. Who would have known that it was a hand holding a knife.
The thin petals passed through the fingertips of the Japanese, and the Japanese walked forward.
Qian Chuanxue's eyes became extremely sharp and she stared straight at Rizhao. She was wary of Rīhao and his ubiquitous sword. His sword was always used.
A pair of old hands held Qianchuan Xue's hand. Qian Chuanxue turned around and met Ye Chen's eyes. Ye Chen shook his head slightly, "He is right, he will not use the knife because he has no killing intention!"
Ye Chen once understood the rules of killing. Although he has forgotten the past, his instinct is still there. Hearing this, Qianchuan Xue secretly breathed a sigh of relief and her knot dropped slightly. As Rizhao said, neither she nor the current Ye Chen can stop him.
The sword of Japan.
The petals were piled all over the stone table, and a pot of wine was placed on the stone table. This was the wine Wang You left yesterday. The faint fragrance of the wine still filled the air.
Rizhao sat down naturally, pointed at the wine bottle, and chuckled: "Fudai, I wonder if I can have a few drinks with you?"
Qianchuan Xue couldn't see through this flower-like man, and his hair was like the fluttering petals, fluttering and flickering.
Ye Chen also sat down and poured a glass of wine for Rizhao.
Rizhao's slender and pale right hand stretched out from under his sleeves and gently held the delicate wine glass. The aroma of wine came to his nose, and he whispered: "Good wine!"
The three of them fell into silence for a while. They just raised their glasses and drank without saying anything.
After several cups in a row, Rizhao raised his head and looked at the starry sky, with the blood moon hanging high and petals flying down. "Sometimes I think, life is like a flower, blooming silently, but so short-lived and so brilliant. Look.
Going up, it seems that every flower looks the same, but the meaning of opening is different. The flowers bloom and fall, interpreting the changes in life. A long time ago, I was looking for the meaning of my own opening, and I persisted in my persistence!
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"Life is like a flower. Although it is short, it is wonderful to be as bright as a summer flower. After the prosperity has faded, it is as quiet as an autumn flower, so silent!" Ye Chen said blankly, "Because I want to bloom, so I persist!"
After saying these words, Ye Chen's expression became more and more confused. He didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but he said it. Maybe that's what he thought a long time ago...