Looking at the silent Qilin Ring, Ye Chen's eyebrows showed a hint of loneliness. He soon 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, just one groove.
Before Ye Chen walked in, he felt a terrifying sword energy. He glanced at it and walked directly towards the groove. At the same time, the true energy slowly flowed out of the body and formed inside Ye Chen's body.
There is a true energy shield to avoid being injured by the sword energy. There is also an iron plate under the groove, which is densely engraved with words.
The moment Ye Chen's eyes touched the iron plate, Ye Chen could no longer look away.
The zhenqi shield outside the body couldn't help but shake. 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 is coming from the east! One of the incomplete sword skills, hundreds of years ago, its
The ancestors obtained Xuan-level advanced sword skills from a senior, and their power...".
However, what surprised Ye Chen was that in order to practice the Purple Qi East Coming, one must first understand the origin, the origin of thunder.
The scene of Luo Juefeng using Purple Energy from the East is still replaying in front of him. The power is indeed amazing. However, according to the description above, what Luo Juefeng displays is not the real Purple Energy from the East. He doesn't even know the origin of thunder.
If you haven't realized it yet, how can the purple energy come from the east?
Origin, what exactly is origin? Ye Chen held the iron piece recording the purple energy coming from the east, his eyes full of confusion.
According to Huo Qilin's explanation, as long as you reach the peak of martial arts training and understand the origin, you can break through the Qi Martial Realm. However, it is more difficult for Ye Chen to break through the Qi Martial Realm than ordinary people. Ordinary people only need to understand the origin, and Ye Chen
But we need to understand the origin of wind and fire.
According to the theory of origin, it is the existence of nothingness, and it does not exist like sword skills. Even though Ye Chen has amazing talent, he still feels helpless.
Martial arts is easy at the beginning, hard work is required to practice martial arts, and Qi Martial Arts is enlightened. This has always been explained in the Martial God Continent. With his fists clenched, Ye Chen swept away the confusion in his eyes and revealed a look of determination. He was able to practice to this point in just a few months.
realm, he is confident that the Qiwu realm will not be his end.
The key to Zi Qidong Lai's sword skills only has a few hundred words. After reading it several times, Ye Chen memorized it. As for the iron piece in his hand, Ye Chen did not put it away. After carefully looking at the entire attic, he found nothing else.
Things, push the door open, now from the inside to the outside, the light curtain naturally loses its effect.
Ye Chen easily passed through the light curtain and handed the whole 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 joining the Hades Guards is to be loyal.
, Luojia's warehouse, medicine hall and other places, Ye Chen was not interested and jumped directly out of the third-floor window and jumped to the top of the attic.
There was no sound of killing in my ears, only the rustle of the leaves in the breeze, and the sound of the animal
The chirping sound.
Time passed quietly like running water, as if it were night, and the setting sun had long disappeared. Looking from a distance, the entire sunset was lit up with countless rays of light.
Standing at the top of the attic, his black robe was making a sound, and his long hair was blowing 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 in this world
He has lived in the world for decades, but to this world, he is just a tourist.
This was never his hometown. He couldn't smell the familiar smell of his hometown, the dazzling high-rise buildings and the busy streets.
In the night, the roaring thunder and the flashes of lightning that sometimes illuminate everything make everything in the world shine like daylight.
Ye Chen slowly raised his head, with a hint of complexity in his eyes, and murmured: "It's going to rain! This rain doesn't mean hometown rain!"
Then Ye Chen felt a wave of moisture carrying raindrops blowing in the wind, falling on his face, which was very refreshing. He looked up at the mist-filled sky.
There were dark clouds there, thunder flashed by, the clouds rose and fell, billowing black clouds covered the sky, and a heavy rain came, and the sound was like thousands of horses galloping in the distance. Faced with the sudden heavy rain, Ye Chen did not leave immediately, but stayed still.
He stood dumbly on the attic, letting the rain wash away the blood stains all over his body.
I could clearly hear the rustling sound of rainwater hitting the roof. The rainwater fell to the ground along the roof like a curtain, forming a rain curtain. It looked very touching.
Just like in his previous life, in that Jiangnan water town, there were rows of eaves and raindrops all over the ground. The rain evoked his memories of his previous life.
The sudden rain washed away pools of blood all over the ground. When the rain fell to the ground, it turned red, and the billowing red stream flowed towards the low-lying areas and into the waterways.
From a high position, Ye Chen's eyes slowly extended from the busy figures below. There, some children in the house climbed on the windows, stretched out their hands to catch the rain, and let out cheerful laughter. In the rain, it could be heard far away.
On the top of the tree, male and female birds cuddled up to each other, spreading their wings to protect the young in the nest...
In the tavern in the distance, several groups of people competed in drinking capacity on the second floor of the tavern, sometimes talking about interesting things about Luoxia City, sometimes talking about some women, laughing and cursing constantly.
The familiar scene in the rain gradually brought back memories in Ye Chen's heart. Once upon a time, he also climbed on the window and watched the rain falling. He also stretched out his hand and let the rain fall on his hand, exuding a cheerful and childish voice.
Laughter, at that time, my father always scolded me with a straight face, while my mother stood aside with a kind face.
Once upon a time, he was in a bar, toasting and drinking with his brothers who were on the run.
However, they are all gone. My father left in a car accident, and my mother left because she became ill from overwork. Even those brothers who fled to the world together are gone, and they went to a paradise country. The memories of the past life are washing away like this rain.
Ye Chen, however, these gradually turned into yellowed memories.
No matter how beautiful the memories are, they can only become nothing in the end. Ye Chen gradually woke up from the memories, with a hint of bitterness at the corner of his mouth, and the time was always speechless.
The heavy rain became thicker, and water splashed on the ground. Even Ye Chen's vision became confused and hazy. In the whole vast world, he was the only one, Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, then was this a dream? What if?
This is a dream, then when will I wake up? When I wake up, will I see my father's pretending to be serious face?
Take out the wine from the Qilin Ring and drink it. Only the hot and strong wine can relieve the sorrow in your heart and cut off the endless sorrow.
This lonely and independent loneliness is like flowing water. Cutting off the water with a knife will make it flow even more, and raising a cup to relieve sorrow will make it even worse.
The wind blew gently, rolling up the long hair that was stuck together. At this moment, a faint sound of wind filled Ye Chen's entire world, as if his touch and thoughts were slowly fading away.
Another wonderful feeling grew in his heart without any thinking or feeling, but a faint sound of wind was infinitely amplified in his heart.
This wind is not the wind from my hometown, but they are still the same wind, with an airiness that is unique to the wind.
The wine is still flowing, one jar after another. 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, and the Ye family below
The disciples had left at some point. Looking from a distance, Ye Chen was the only one left in the whole world.
A touch of spiritual feeling flowed in his heart, and a hint of realization gradually grew.
The right hand that was hanging on the knee was slowly raised up, and a weak whirlwind formed in the palm of the hand. The whirlwind kept turning in Ye Chen's palm, and then dissipated and then reappeared. Just like the wind, it kept appearing and then disillusioned.
Over and over again, for no reason, Ye Chen felt that he understood something. A wind seemed to be surrounding his mind, and he just subconsciously took a gentle step forward.
In an instant, a mysterious trajectory was formed under his feet. Ye Chen's figure suddenly disappeared on the spot, leaving an afterimage that was almost out of sight. It instantly appeared ten meters away. The afterimage still stayed in place and gradually dissipated.
, with just such a random step, Ye Chen actually crossed a distance of ten meters!
The rain and fog filled the air, and Ye Chen's figure disappeared into the rain and fog like a flash of lightning. Ye Chen was drunk. He didn't know whether he was intoxicated by the rain, the wine, or the wind.
At this moment, Ye Chen seemed to have forgotten the day, this place, and this person. There was only the endless rain in his eyes and the endless wind in his ears.
He just felt that the wind was so close to him. He only had to raise his hand gently and it would come, and wave his hand again and it would go away in an instant.
It was as if the world around him had turned into a world of wind, with traces of wind everywhere. With a touch of his feet, gusts of breeze surrounded his body. His figure seemed to be moving extremely slowly, and the surrounding environment was deeply imprinted on Ye Chen.
In my mind, every time I think about it, the sky is filled with the afterimage of Ye Chen.
The rain was also mixed with a light wind. This light wind blew and whimpered, blowing the raindrops as if they were tilted, falling hastily on Ye Chen. However, the rain penetrated Ye Chen's figure, and there were countless afterimages. Even Ye Chen
I also gradually forgot which image was the afterimage.
The rain was very fast and seemed to have no end. It kept falling from the sky. It seemed that all the rainwater was going to drain out at once, and it fell on the ground to form thick rain and mist.
The rolling clouds and mist surged, and the murderous intent on Ye Chen gradually dissipated. He looked like a frail scholar. The rain not only washed away the blood all over his body, but also seemed to wash away the murderous intent on Ye Chen's body.