Ye Chen ran all the way and stopped before dawn approaching.

"I'm not denied, I'm scared." The guy stroked his beard and subconsciously glanced back.

A word in the underworld made him swear that he would never get close to the penalty area again, it was a very bad place.

As he said that, he patted the dust on his shoulder, stepped across a small river, and walked into a vast land.

There are mountains here, but they are mostly barren. The spiritual power of heaven and earth is thin and uninhabited. It is desolate to see them.

He didn't know that there was such a desolate area in the Xuanhuang Northern Mountain, where the earth was dry and cracked and the wind and sand were flying.

I don’t know when I saw a group of figures flying by with swords. They were all monks and their cultivation was not high.

He was wearing a plain Taoist robe, walking along the sky, with white hair flying, swaying Taoist robe, and long beards and thin figures, and he was really a fairy-like Taoist trait.

Many monks who meet on the road will bow respectfully to him, and his temperament seems to be a real immortal.

However, there are also a few monks who are not very eye-catching, who are strong and professing themselves as powerful, and they form groups to rob.

Needless to say, there were many people coming, not enough for Ye Chen to suppress it with one palm. He was robbed but was robbed and his clothes were stripped away.

Ye Chen was still kind and did not hurt their lives. Since he was looking for fun, he would let them be happy.

When I set out on the road again, I met many monks on the road but did not see any great supernatural powers. I had the highest cultivation level and only had sages.

However, after seeing so many people and walking such a long way, no one recognized him as the holy body.

Ye Chen only smiled slightly. This effect should be what he wanted to see. He was wearing this old look and was silently a passerby, and was a worldly journey.

It was getting late, and I saw him floating down from the sky.

For some reason, after flying for a long time, I always feel that I am the most at ease walking on the ground, and I feel like I am returning to my roots.

In the vast earth, he is like a preacher, the raging yellow sand cannot cover his lonely shadow.

"Please beg you all, please do good things, take me for a long journey, I want to go home." Suddenly, an old man's words sounded, and it was heard clearly from a distance.

The voice was very humble, with a pleading tone, and a touch of sadness and crying, which made people feel trembling.

Ye Chen walked slowly past and passed through the raging yellow sand.

From a distance, he saw an old and hunched figure crawling on the ground, dressed in rags and gray hair.

That was an old man, more precisely, an old monk. Although he was a monk, he only had the Qi Condensation Realm.

It was the first time Ye Chen saw the Qi Condensation Realm at the age of nearly two hundred years old.

"Please beg you all, please do well, take me for a while. I want to go home." When Ye Chen looked at it, the old monk was kneeling again, kneeling at the passing monks.

He is humble, like a mortal kneeling on a fairy, without dignity, and every word of begging is filled with bitterness.

However, when the passers-by ignored his plea, the strong are respected, and the old monk is just an ant.

Not only did no one pay attention, but someone else scolded him.

The old monk's body trembled, and he didn't dare to breathe. He crawled on the ground like a dog.

When the people disappeared, he stood up tremblingly, held a bamboo stick, and staggered forward.

He is too old, his life is not long, his vitality is shattered, and he has calculated the years, and his life is only three days away.

Ye Chen looked quietly and subconsciously followed.

The old monk's back is vicissitudes, and every step is difficult.

Looking at him, Ye Chen was like seeing himself for a hundred years, his life was about to end, and he had to use all his strength to walk.

After all, the old monk stopped, perhaps because he was tired, and snuggled under an old tree, holding a crutch.

The night wind seemed very cold, making him unable to help curl up.

His old eyes were turbid, and there was no light. His eyelids trembled from time to time, and he couldn't help but fall asleep.

Ye Chen slowly stepped forward and stood under the old tree, "Old man, is your home far away?"

"Far, very far." When I talked about home, the old monk couldn't help but wiped his tears, his voice was hoarse, "I left home when I was ten years old and was taken away by an immortal. I just wanted to return home in glory, but I was in trouble halfway through the way, and my roots were destroyed and abandoned. Year after year, two hundred years in the blink of an eye, I just wanted to return to my roots."

Ye Chen was silent and chatted for a few words, but he could hear the old cult's state of mind. He was sad and helpless. He left home when he was young, but when he returned, he was old. He was about to die on the way home. He could not even look at his hometown.

The old monk is too weak, he only has the Qi Condensation Realm, and he can't even control his sword. The world is vast and his home is too far away.

He couldn't help but raise his hand slightly and gently put it on the old monk's descendants, using his essence to extend his life span.

This is nothing to do with him. In the cruel world of monks, there are too many such things, but he is willing to help the old cultivator.

Everything is because of the old monk's words...I want to go home.

The two of them really wanted to go home, but he also wanted to leave his hometown for more than two hundred years.

The old monk's body trembled and he stared at Ye Chen in a daze, tears streaming down his eyes, "Thank you, thank you, senior."

Ye Chen smiled and didn't say anything, feeling sad.

This sorrow is for the old monk. When he returns home, he will be another kind of desolation. His father and mother are no longer there, and his relatives are already buried in peace.

Things change, people change, and looking around, there is no familiar person anymore. How lonely should he be in that state of mind.

The wind and sand are still there, and the old leaves are rustling.

Ye Chen was quite kind-hearted. While prolonging his life, he also repaired his Taoist roots and helped him practice.

The old monk was so grateful that this should be the kindness he had practiced in his previous life. With rewards, he met a noble person on the road.

Three or five minutes later, Ye Chen gently put his palm away.

With the restoration of the Taoist root and the essence of the holy body, the old monk broke through the realm and became much younger.

He crawled on the ground again, crying silently. He said that the world is ruthless, and there are good people in this world.

Ye Chen exerted soft power and lifted up the old monk.

Then, a flying sword appeared, and he stepped forward and looked at the old monk with a smile, "On the way, I'll take you all the way."

"Thank you, senior." The old monk was so excited that he wiped his tears and climbed onto the flying sword.

The flying sword roared and swept across the sky at a very fast speed.

The old monk stood respectfully behind him, staring at one side of his eyes, which was the direction of his hometown, very far away.

However, for Ye Chen, those distances are just spending more time, he is the quasi-saint.

It was dawn that the flying sword fell in a small village.

Shanhe Village is the name of this village. A stone tablet stands in front of the village, with these three words engraved on it.

The village is not big, and there are only a hundred families. They are surrounded by mountains and rivers, all of which are stone houses and acre of rice fields.

The village in the early morning is full of vitality, with smoke rising from cooking, farmers carrying hoes, and children playing.

They are all mortals, and some monks cannot imitate simple things. Although they are vulgar, they live truly and freely.

The old monk's body trembled and had already rushed into the village. He looked at everything in front of him greedily, one room, one tree, and one tree, the same as he remembered.

He was also looking for relatives crazy.

However, he found his home in the past, but he could not find the people from the past, and they were all so strange.

There were also people in the village who looked at him with strange eyes. Where did this old man come from?

The crying sound soon came, and it came from the junction of the village and the hill, where there were more than a dozen short tombstones.

The old monk knelt in front of the tombstone and cried loudly, with tears flowing everywhere. His parents and relatives were buried there. He came late, so they didn't wait.

Everyone in the village surrounded him, the farmer carried a hoe and the farmer's wife held a baby, all of whom were confused.

There were several generations between them, and no one recognized the old monk, and I don’t know why he cried here.

Ye Chen watched quietly, and sadness arose leisurely.

For ordinary people, two hundred years have been too long, and he has returned home in glory, but no one is familiar with him anymore.

If you miss two hundred years, you will miss this life. If you reincarnate for too long, it will be difficult to meet again.

Ye Chen sighed and turned around slowly, and was about to go on the journey again.

However, just as he was about to control the sky, the Emperor Jue hanging in his divine sea trembled, and it was trembling violently.

Ye Chen was surprised and turned around, narrowed his eyes slightly, swept across the village, and his eyes fixed on one person.

It was a child, or an orphan. Other children had their parents to hold him, but he was alone, with a black face and a small wooden sword.

He also stood in the crowd, looking at the old monk with big eyes flashing, wondering why the old man cried here.

Ye Chen walked over immediately, which made the villagers look at each other.

An old man came to cry in front of the grave, and another old man came to him, very strange, I don’t know who it was.

Ye Chen smiled, squatted in front of the child, and glanced at the crescent pendant hanging on the child's neck.

The pendant was part of Di Jue, only as big as a little finger, and it was the last piece of Di Jue.

"Grandpa, who are you?" The child raised his little head, his voice tender and full of curiosity.

"I'm a passerby." Ye Chen touched the little guy's head, and his laughter was kind and kind.
To be continued...