Chapter 535 A hundred years of time is like a butterfly dream, looking back at the past is regrettab

Chapter 535 A hundred years of time is like a butterfly dream, looking back at the past is regrettab

"Beauty fades in the blink of an eye, and the splendor fades in an instant. Who in the world can survive? No matter how beautiful and charming one is, in the end, he is nothing but a pile of yellow earth."

Ye Yang was filled with emotion. At this moment, he seemed to think of something, and there was more of an indescribable emotion in his heart.

Li Xiucai took out a jar of wine from behind and handed it to him.

"What is this?" Ye Yang looked at the jar of wine in his hand in confusion.

"This is probably the last time I come here to drink."

He said lightly.

Ye Yang was stunned, and then understood.

Li Xiucai was already very old, very old.

He probably felt that he was not in the right state, and he was afraid that he would not live for many years.

"I want to see Jin Xiaoyi."

He suddenly spoke.

We have known each other for many years and met in a teahouse. Now I hear that my old friend has passed away, and I always have an indescribable emotion.

At the beginning, Jin Xiaoyi set up a great ambition to become an immortal and wanted to emulate Ye Yang, who was both a master of swords and swords, and become famous all over the world.

But he didn't expect that after joining the Zishan Gang, he would not only fail to make further progress, but also end up with the uncertainty of life and death.

"Life is like a passing cloud, and everything will eventually disappear."

The two sat in the backyard, the breeze blew, and the yellow leaves were all over the ground.

Ye Yang picked up the wine bowl, facing the ginkgo tree in the yard, looking at the falling yellow leaves, and gently took a sip.

He rarely drank, but the wine that Li Xiucai brought was quite good, with a slight fragrance, and a fresh taste of grass after tasting it carefully.

Tonight, he was a little drunk.

The wine was full of alcohol, delicious, slightly spicy in the throat, and endless aftertaste.

The two talked about everything, which seemed to make people forget many troubles and understand many truths.

"What is the name of this wine."

"I don't know, but your tea name is Fu Sheng, I think this wine can also be called Fu Sheng."

Li Xiucai said lightly.

"Fu Sheng?" Ye Yang was slightly stunned when he heard the name, and then smiled.

"What a good name, Fusheng, Fusheng, if life is like a dream, everything is a beautiful thing."

"You are right, tea can be called Fusheng, then wine can naturally be called Fusheng."

After saying that, Ye Yang took another sip of wine, and felt that his whole body was extremely comfortable, and all his fatigue disappeared.

This drinking session lasted until the moon was high in the sky, and the two of them stopped.

And Li Xiucai smiled and got drunk, and then fell asleep under the ginkgo tree.

He didn't stand up until dawn.

"Boss, I will teach you this friend."

"You are not an ordinary person."

He laughed while drunk.

In fact, in the Wang family in the south of the city, although Wang Huan and his son of the Wang family were worried about disturbing Ye Yang, they never revealed any information about Ye Yang.

But Wang Huan and his son were such figures, and Master Jing'an of Hongchun Temple came to drink tea every day without fail. As a guest of the Wang family, he naturally had to inquire from many sources.

But those people were very secretive about him and refused to say more.

This made him more certain that the shopkeeper was extraordinary.

At this moment, with a little drunkenness, he looked at the person in front of him and saw that he was just an ordinary old man with white hair.

His hands were full of wrinkles, and he couldn't figure out where this extraordinary thing was.

"Where does the extraordinary come from?"

Ye Yang shook his head slightly, not wanting to discuss this matter more.

The old scholar was anxious and wanted to say something several times, but he could only clench his fists in the end, but he knew that Ye Yang didn't want to say more, so he could only keep silent.

Since this time, Li Xiucai's health has been getting worse and worse, and he has gradually become too old to walk.

But he still comes here as usual to order a big bowl of tea, taste it quietly, and walk out tremblingly with a cane after drinking it.

Whenever he talks about the past, he always sighs.

A few months later, Li Xiucai passed away quietly in the early morning.

His face was peaceful, as if he had just fallen asleep.

Ye Yang took care of his funeral, his heart full of respect and nostalgia for this old friend.

"People are born, grow old, get sick and die, and death is the inevitable destination for everyone."

Ye Yang looked at Li Xiucai's body that was destroyed by the years, and an inexplicable feeling surged in his heart.

The wind and rain always blow away the romanticism, no matter how romantic and talented Li Xiucai was in the past.

But now, he can only lie quietly in the coffin, allowing people to admire him.

Birth, aging, sickness and death, these four words are like a ruthless knife, cutting life into pieces.

People often say that life is a journey, but this journey is destined to have no way back.

Even immortals cannot predict tomorrow and accidents, nor can they prevent the years from leaving traces on their bodies.

If he had not started practicing, he would probably be staggering and gray-haired now.

Perhaps, as the ancients said, life is like a dream, and dreams are like life.

All experiences are nothing but passing clouds and mist, fleeting.

However, it is these brief moments that make up a person's life, allowing people to interpret it to their heart's content.

...

Time flies, and another year has passed before they know it.

This night, Ye Yang recalled his past.

He awakened his wisdom in childhood and practiced diligently. Although his talent was not outstanding, he relied on his understanding and diligence.

Day after day, year after year, while his peers were playing, he continued to practice diligently.

On the road of childhood, he sweated profusely, from the blooming flowers in spring to the flying snow in winter, his figure remained the same.

Even though his palms had been worn out with thick calluses because of swinging the sword, his eyes became more and more determined.

Because he knew that for a cultivator with average qualifications, every practice was a tempering of his will, and every drop of sweat was moving towards the path of Taoism.

If he gave up on himself, it would be really over.

At the age of 20, he carried the Red Flame Flying Crow Gourd and entered the Zhang family of Chazi, starting a magnificent life.

It was also in that year that he awakened his sword and sword demon ape life, and his life trajectory changed dramatically.

At the age of 30, he made many plans to break into the realm of warriors and enter the longevity barrier. He took the marrow washing fruit to further improve his qualifications and shine.

It was also in that year that he was assassinated by the Five Poison Sect and Tiandao Song Que because of his outstanding performance. His spine was completely broken and he drifted to the Jiang family.

Fortunately, he was rescued and survived. From then on, he devoted himself to practice, kept a low profile, and passed the weakest stage of his life.

That period was full of unknowns and dangers, but it was also the most important stage in his life.

Know when to advance and retreat, hide your weaknesses, and be able to hide or show.

If he hadn't had that experience, he would never have come to where he is today.

At the age of 38, his strength improved by leaps and bounds. He used the sword and knife method to kill the blood dragon ghost Ao, the sick scholar Zhu Xingyu, and the round moon evil spear Yang Tie, and ranked 124th on the Hidden Dragon List.

At the age of 47, when he was about to know his destiny, he had a battle with Yiqi Changqiu Dao Xinghe. From then on, he became famous all over the world and ranked second on the Hidden Dragon List.

At the age of 50, he occasionally had some insights and traveled the world in a mortal. In a teahouse, a bowl of strong tea, his heart was one with the world.

At the age of 56, he was accompanied by the scaly demon elephant.

With the body of a warrior, he defeated the two real people, the Red Hair Ghost General and the Blood Clothes Marquis, and shocked the world with his sword, forcing the Great Fortune Dynasty Zhuxian Army not to dare to go any further.

The Hidden Dragon List was updated, and he became the top of the list. Everyone who heard about it was shocked.

And today.

He just reached the age of sixty, he is already sixty years old.

Time flies, and it is inevitable to encounter many storms and challenges on the road of life, but it is these experiences that shaped his growth.

Let him learn how to persist and let go.

Looking back on the past, the sixty years of practice were full of hardships, but it also made him find his true self and possess the most precious wealth in this life.

Looking back on his magnificent life, Ye Yang's heart was full of emotion.

The once passionate young man is now a white-haired old man.

If he were in the mortal world, he would have reached the end of his life now.

Those ambitions in his youth seemed to gradually blur with the passage of time.

However, he did not feel lost or depressed because of this.

Compared with many monks, he was lucky enough not to turn into a handful of yellow earth or die tragically on the roadside.

Do your best and have no regrets!

Although the past sixty years of life can not be regarded as twists and turns, it is also ups and downs, exciting and fulfilling enough.

He knew that he still had a long way to go and a lot of things to do.

The road of cultivation was long, and his heart was full of expectations and hope.

In the process of cultivation in life, one needs to constantly challenge oneself and surpass one's limits.

Now he has emerged as the top of the Hidden Dragon List. His name is praised everywhere and is a role model for countless people.

Compared with his previous life, there is a world of difference, which is naturally inseparable from the help of the magical fate.

But he has his own one point of caution, two points of diligence, and three points of hard work...

The years have brought not only physical changes, but also mental maturity.

He is no longer as impulsive as he was when he was young, but has become more calm.

And this power is enough to make people fearless and brave on the long road of life.

Li Xiucai was alone and no one buried him. Ye Yang cremated his bones and buried them under the old ginkgo tree in the backyard.

The tree has lived for many years, with lush branches and leaves and deep roots, as if it can carry more stories.

Ye Yang stood in front of the newly dug grave, holding a yellowed ancient book in his hand, flipping through it gently.

In addition to Li Xiucai, there was another person here, and the body of the old man in front of the house was buried.

Even though he had two sons and one daughter, when he died of old age, there was no one to collect his body.

Just as it was written on the title page of the ancient book he left behind.

"The road of cultivation is endless, you and I are all mortals, don't force it."

"Everyone's life is unique."

Just like a book, each chapter is a story, and each story has a different ending.

They have their own dreams, pursuits and life trajectories. However, the impermanence of fate is often unpredictable.

Jin Xiaoyi has great ambitions and proposed the three qi of life. He is an ambitious young man. However, fate gave him a huge blow and died tragically in the war.

Compared with Jin Xiaoyi, the life of the old scholar seems much more dull. He was originally an ordinary scholar, but because of an accidental opportunity, he came into contact with the immortal path.

He was obsessed with cultivation and hoped to live forever. However, fate played a trick on him again.

He encountered many difficulties in the process of cultivation, and ultimately achieved nothing and lived a miserable life.

He finally enjoyed a few years of prosperity and wealth, but suddenly passed away, which made people sigh.

"What does it take to break through the realm of real people?"

Ye Yang stood up suddenly, with an unprecedented light flashing in his eyes.

"No matter how fate plays tricks on you, you must keep going until you find your own piece of sky."

He sensed his chance of breakthrough, and in the night, he walked out slowly.

He vaguely thought of a woman.

It was an early spring night, and the dim light gently sprinkled into the teahouse through the sparse clouds.

A woman with long hair, white and tender, walked into the teahouse, the moonlight sprinkled on her body, forming a layer of warm halo, and walked in slowly.

Took off the silver fox fur coat.

He was at the critical moment of mortal transformation at that time.

Everything was following all the ideas of a mortal, so a spring dream left no trace.

"The wooden house is sloppy, the beauty has long hair, and who is that woman."

Ye Yang frowned, as if thinking of something.

But he knew that the opportunity for his breakthrough was definitely not on that woman.

It's just that at this special moment today, he didn't see that woman.

There is always a sense of uneasiness, as if there is a lack of perfection and a gap.

The wind and rain were raging, with lightning and thunder.

He walked out of Tao'an Market and looked at the dark sky. His face showed no joy or sadness, as if he had already merged into this world.

"Crack!"

A flash of lightning streaked through the night sky, illuminating his figure. His clothes were already wet by the rain,

but Ye Yang seemed not to feel it. He just stood there quietly, letting the wind and rain blow, and continued to walk towards the forest.

He kept talking, muttering to himself, or asking himself.

"What does it take to break through the realm of real people?"

"What exactly does it take to break through the realm of real people?"

The rain was getting heavier.

In the mountains, branches swayed in the wind, making rustling sounds.

The air was filled with the fragrance of soil.

Only his voice was getting louder and louder.

...