In the noisy streets, endless hawking sounds can be heard.
This strange yet familiar world made Ye Chen feel inexplicably uneasy. Where had I seen them before?
The sound of gongs and drums has disappeared on the street, but passers-by are still talking about the eldest daughter of the Mu family marrying Luo Chu.
"The girl from the Mu family finally married Luo Chu. I heard that Deputy City Lord Ma Yan personally presided over the wedding this time!"
"If the girl from the Mu family doesn't marry that bastard Luo Chu, the Mu family will have a foothold in Luoxia City!"
"What a shame for a good girl!"
Whispers sprouted up around him like mushrooms after rain. Ye Chen walked aimlessly, not knowing where he was going.
It wasn't until the cold rain hit his face that he shuddered and raised his head to look at the drizzle falling from the sky. It was raining.
Stretching out his hand to hold the falling drizzle, Ye Chen took a deep breath and murmured to himself: "Perhaps I have seen them in the previous life. Our ancestors once said that in the cycle of life and death, there will be this life as well!"
Waving away the confusion in his heart, Ye Chen randomly found a restaurant and jumped in.
Although it was daytime, the restaurant was full of drinkers.
Ye Chen threw a few gold coins at random, followed a bartender up to the top floor, and found a seat next to the window.
"Sir, what kind of wine do you want?" The bartender had extremely sharp eyesight. He immediately recognized that the young man in front of him was the proud son of the Ye family, one of the three great aristocratic families, and said with a slightly flattering tone.
"Is there any liquor?" Ye Chen asked calmly, looking out the window at the rain falling along the eaves.
"Yes, it's not a small boast, the most indispensable thing in our store is spirits!"
"Especially the knife and fire roasting in the store is famous throughout Luoxia City!" the bartender said with a beaming smile, missing this distinguished guest beside him.
"Let's make fire with five pots of knives!" Ye Chen said without looking back, but his eyes fell on the street in the distance. It was raining lightly, and the playful children were playing in the rain. He stretched out his hand to catch the children who came down from the eaves.
of rain.
A few moments later, the bartender went upstairs with five pots of knives and set them on fire.
Ye Chen sent the bartender away and drank freely. The warm wine entered his stomach like boiling lava, burning for a while, but Ye Chen's expression did not change.
"I have never drunk alcohol before, but why do I feel inexplicably familiar when I drink it?"
"This knife and fire can make a young child drunk who has never drank alcohol in just a few mouthfuls. Why am I so sober?"
"Because have I ever had anything stronger than this?"
One mouthful after another without any pause, until Ye Chen fell down on the table with his drunken eyes, the sound of the piano was faintly heard, sometimes soothing like a clear spring, sometimes like a splashing waterfall, melodious.
The sound of the piano seemed to come from the depths of his soul. Ye Chen opened his hazy eyes. In a trance, he saw a slim and tall figure. This was a fairy who fell into the mortal world. He had silky silk as soft as catkins.
. Hanging upside down at his waist, his eyes as bright as the bright moon were filled with a touch of sadness. The guqin was placed in front of him, under the gaze of the surrounding drinkers. The slender onion fingers gently plucked the silver strings, melodiously.
The clear and crisp sound of the piano was like fairy music, making the guests around me intoxicated.
"I seem to have heard the sound of this piano a long time ago!" In a trance, Ye Chenfǎngfo saw a picture. It was a world covered in ice and snow, with white snow falling on it. On a lonely mountain peak, a beautiful figure sat quietly playing the piano. Only
The snowflakes flying all over the sky kept her company.
fǎngfo noticed Ye Chen's gaze, and the girl playing the piano slowly raised her head and looked at Ye Chen from afar. At this glance, the girl's waving jade finger was obviously faltered, and the melodious sound of the piano also showed flaws.
These are a pair of eyes that are even more beautiful than the bright moon. Ye Chen praised them sincerely. They looked at each other and Ye Chen was confused again. Who is she? Whether it is her music or her eyes, I am so familiar with them.
.
And this confusion also appeared in the depths of the girl's eyes.
"Who is he? Why are his eyes so familiar to me, that kind of familiarity that is engraved in my bones!" The girl's eyes showed a thoughtful look, she lowered her head and quietly plucked the silver strings, but there was a little confusion in the sound of the piano.
.
Outside the window, the patter of rain intertwined with the sound of the piano inside the house, making people feel like they were in a dream.
Until the last sound of the piano dissipated, the entire wine pavilion could hear a needle.
But in the building, the woman playing the piano had left without knowing when.
The confusion in his eyes remained, but Ye Chen's body suddenly shook as if he had been struck by lightning. He stood up, put his hands on the window, and looked at the noisy streets in the distance.
The sky has gradually become dark, filled with dark clouds, and sometimes silver snakes flash past.
On the street, oil-paper umbrellas were opened, and rainwater fell on them, causing splashes. Ye Chen looked at them and saw a dazzling array of oil-paper umbrellas.
Among the surging crowd, the figure in fluttering white clothes looked out of place.
Holding the guqin in her arms, she held an oil-paper umbrella in her right hand, but did not open it. She just followed the current and gradually disappeared at the end of the street.
Ye Chen watched the girl leave quietly. For some reason, he remembered a sentence, you walk in the rain, but you never hold an umbrella, because you have your own sky, and it never rains.
"This girl is pitiful. The good Jiange was invaded by the Tiger Gang, and now she can only hang out in a wine shop and perform!"
"No, the proud daughter of the Li family has fallen to this point!"
Turning around, Ye Chen asked the drinker behind him who was whispering, "Who is she?"
When these drinkers saw it was Ye Chen, they all showed flattering expressions: "Returning to Mr. Ye Chen, that girl is the eldest daughter of the Luoxia Li family, Li Shiyue!"
"Li Shiyue!" Ye Chen's lips moved slightly, his face full of confusion. This was the first time he heard this woman's name, but he had a strange feeling. He had whispered this name thousands of times.
Walking out of the wine pavilion in a daze, Ye Chen raised his eyes and stared at the drizzle. He held an umbrella in his right hand and walked towards Ye's house.
Someone has said that many people break into your world just to teach you a lesson and then leave quietly. For Ye Chen, whether it is Qianchuan Xue, Li Shiyue or Mu Ye, these people break into his world just to teach you a lesson.
Amazed by his time.
At least after that day, he never heard anything about these people again.
These people were like a dream in his ordinary time.
Since that day, Ye Chen seemed to be a different person, silent and taciturn. In the dusk afternoon, he always stood under the bodhi tree with a wine bottle in hand, gazing at the green lotus that existed all year round.
In Ye Muwan's eyes, Ye Chen seemed to have stepped down from a high altar. His reputation in the world was gone, and his sword was no longer as sharp as before. At least, Ye Muwan had never seen Ye Chen holding a sword again.
Ye Muwan and others were even more saddened by Ye Chen's self-will and depravity. However, no matter how hard they tried to persuade him, Ye Chen never practiced cultivation again. In Ye Muwan's eyes, the most common thing Ye Chen did was to stare at the Bodhi tree in a daze.
"In the world of martial arts, if you don't have a warrior's heart, entering martial arts will eventually harm you!"
"Chen'er, you'd better be an ordinary person!" It wasn't until Ye Wen came forward that Ye Muwan and others gave up trying to dissuade Ye Chen, but every time they saw Ye Chen, they still looked like they hated iron.
The leader of Luoxia City, the proud son of the Ye family, gradually faded out of everyone's sight.
A few years later, in late autumn, the setting sun was like blood, and the afterglow quietly shrouded the courtyard. A thin figure stood motionless in the evening wind. Even in the golden autumn of October, the bodhi tree was still bright green.
Holding the wine pot with one hand, Ye Chen looked at the Bodhi tree in trance. The green lotus swayed in the wind, and the faint fragrance echoed in the courtyard. At this moment, a series of miserable screams sounded around the Ye family.
There were warriors covered in black robes, holding sharp swords and frantically harvesting the lives of the Ye family's children. The pungent smell of blood filled the air.
Obviously, the Ye family was in danger of being exterminated. Even at this moment, Ye Chen stood motionless under the bodhi tree. He didn't raise his head until Ye Muwan ran over covered in blood.
"The family has been attacked by inexplicable forces. You must evacuate Luoxia City with the Underworld Guards!" The pale color on her delicate and pretty face could not be concealed. Ye Muwan looked at Ye Chen with no aura, full of tenderness. Perhaps what her father said
, it was also a kind of happiness for him to not step into martial arts. Unexpectedly, Ye Chen turned around, gently grabbed Ye Muwan's hand, and with Ye Muwan's astonished expression, he pulled Ye Muwan out of the courtyard and walked towards
The ruins filled with sword energy... (To be continued...)