Chapter 2937: Confession

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"Refinery, refine me."

The peak of the jade girl under the moon was full of Ye Chen's roar, and she went mad. She mobilized the source at any cost, and did not stop breaking the sword and small fragments.

Because of his madness, no one dared to disturb.

The top of the mountain also seemed to be a restricted area. The daughters came up and stopped talking. Husband and father, no matter what status, were enough to make him crazy, as if this mission had become an immortal obsession.

This night, Ye Fan went out of the room door, holding Yang Lan's tablet, and quietly left Yunvfeng. Before leaving, he also glanced at Ye Chen.

He went in the direction of Naiyangxian Town. He wanted to send Yang Lan's tablet to the Yang family. He also took Yang Lan's tablet and pleaded guilty to the late father-in-law and mother-in-law, because he failed to protect their daughter.

When he left, Ji Ningshuang didn't stop him. It was good to go out and turn around. If time can weather the memory, then use the vicissitudes of the sea to lighten this pain.

The next day, Ye Ling also left, leaving a letter, wearing the cloak that his mother gave her.

At night, her white hair fluttered, and her back was engraved with vicissitudes that were quite disproportionate to her age.

She first came to Tianxuanmen and entered the Lingxiao Temple.

Hum! Hum!

The Temple of Ling Xiao was trembling, seeming to be confused, but also distressed. When Ye Ling left, it was not so. How could the little girl who was bouncing and quirky, how to become like this? The repair is still there, but there is no source. , Has become ordinary blood.

It's nothing, mainly because of her figure, full of wounds and sorrows, what kind of blow has been hit, and it's so embarrassing.

"My dear, Linger is gone."

"Maybe for many years, I won't come back."

Ye Ling leaned down, bowed to Chu Xuan and Chu Ling, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes, before turning slowly.

She left, wearing a cloak and a cloak, like a tourist, out of the heavens and into the vast sky, leaving only a weak back, and as she said, there will be a long time to be in the red dust I do n’t know what year it will be to return.

Behind them, the eyes of Chu Xuan and Chu Ling also had more tears. Although they were asleep, they seemed to be able to see and feel them. The leaflet spirit of their family should have been hit.

Hey!

Dong Huang was standing on the top of the mountain and sighed. It was here that she saw Ye Fan leave, and now she is here too, watching Ye Ling leave.

Ye Chen's son and daughter, one hurt, one guilty, will not go home for many, many years.

He knows that Ye Chen knows that his child knows that Ye Fan went to Xixian Town, and Ye Ling went to more places than Ye Fan.

As he expected.

Three days later, Ye Ling entered an ancient star and entered a spiritual mountain among the ancient stars.

It was Tang Sanshao's family. She was not far away to worship San Shao.

Hey!

Seeing Ye Ling, San Shao's father sighed and left in silence.

In front of San Shao's tombstone, only Ye Ling was left, and he took off his cloak and revealed his white hair.

"Three young, sorry."

Her words were still so choked, and in the dim eyes of tears, there seemed to be a picture transfiguration: there was such a little black fat man, like a fart, who followed her all day, clamoring to marry her, willing to be her little brother , Willing to accompany her to walk back and forth, doing some pitfalls.

Now he is gone, she killed.

So far, I still remember San Shao, holding the attachment when she was holding her leg, she would not let go of her death.

Before the grave, the musk ignited, and the lingering smoke confused her eyes and her mind.

Perhaps there was a moment when the little black fat man named Tang Sanshao really walked into her heart.

But she did n’t know if it was affection or not, only she knew he died, she would cry, and he would remember his name in the endless years.

In the moonlight, she left.

Hey!

San Shao ’s father watched her leave, and sighed, not to blame Ye Ling, it was not her fault, to blame, to blame the **** fairy sword, to blame, to blame his child, fall in love A person who should not love.

Entering the starry sky, Ye Ling wore a cape again.

She reappeared as another ancient star.

In front of a mansion, white silk fluttered and there was a funeral in the house. The deceased was killed by her. When she came here, she came to repent. She wanted to kill and kill.

Because she is Ye Chen's daughter.

There are certain things that she has to face, and she will never insult her father's reputation.

It was a long time before I saw someone from the mansion and invited her in.

In front of a grave, she bowed her hands to worship the dead, and to confess to the family of the deceased, like Ye Fan, the humble one cannot be humble.

"Little friend, don't blame you."

The main house is still reasonable, not to see Ye Chen's face, but to the trouble, it is indeed not Ye Ling's fault, but the evil made by Xianxian sword, they are clearly distinguished.

"Thank you ... senior."

Ye Ling was another gift, leaving in silence.

A day later, she entered a continent.

"Get off, the Wang family doesn't welcome you."

"Your Father is the Eucharist, we can't mess it up."

"The daughter of the emperor, high above you, you don't need to kill someone to kill someone."

Before entering Xianxian, a group of people rushed out of the mountain, which were hateful faces.

Not everyone is reasonable. Too many people scold, have a strange tone of yin and yang, and the sensible juniors are even more excessive. They cast stones at a distance and smashed at the cowardly little girl.

Ye Ling stood quietly and couldn't shake the thunder. He left a pile of broken stones on his body, like a person being dragged to tour the street, and he was cast aside by the world.

"Fuck."

The old man who was secretly following, picked up the guy and rushed out, not looking at the monk's face, but looking at the Buddha's face. Anyway, Ye Chen saved the heavens more than once. Everyone owed him great love. Her daughter came to confess, but was so Treating, watching the real nest fire, a group of people who do n’t know what to do, their heads were kicked by donkeys. The real murderer was Xi Xianjian, not Xiaoye Ling. There is a way to find Xi Xianjian to do it.

"No way out."

Tian Lao was also there, grabbing Di Lao.

"Don't stop me, I'm going to go crazy."

"What did Xiaoye Ling come out of, Ye Chen wouldn't know? Knowing it but not stopping it, it proves his meaning, can't see the ugliness of the world, can't see the redness of the world, and she can't go to the top of the road. This is remorse, and it will be A kind of tempering. Some things need to be experienced in order to be more real. Ye Ling dares to come, which is not to humiliate his father's prestige. The broken stones that have been smashed will be traces of Tao in his years. "

"I don't know what you're saying, but the old man thought ... you're right."

Di Lao took a deep breath, and the guy withdrew back the storage bag. When he looked at Xiaoye Ling again, he couldn't bear to look straight.

The petite figure was already in a mess, like a little beggar, standing in front of that sloppy fairy mountain, begging for something with the humblest gesture.

boom! Rumble!

Suddenly, there was a thunderous sound, the sky was overcast with clouds, and the lightning flashed.

It's raining.

I do n’t know if it was ruthless rain or pity rain. It took three days to wash the heavens and the earth, but it did n’t wash the filth of the world.

All the people who came out of the fairy mountain had gone.

In the rain, only Ye Ling was left, still standing there quietly, letting the pouring rain shower him, standing still.

This time, even the old man couldn't bear it.

However, the two did not come out after all.

"Wang family, right! I remember."

Di Lao resentfully said that when the demons attacked and when Hong Hong was in trouble, was your family so hard-hearted and arrogant, and received so much kindness from the Eucharist, so that the dog's conscience was eaten by his daughter?

On the fourth day, Ye Ling left in silence.

Her journey was extremely long, she walked through the stars, entered the ancient stars, and regretted all the way.

The deceased's home had forgiveness, abuse, and anger, and she all endured it.

I don't know how many days she will go, maybe three or five, maybe three or five years.

Her confession, not as the daughter of the Eucharist, but as Ye Ling, walked for too long and too long, covered with dust, and every step taken was a trace of years.

Like her father, the best years are on the way.

Perhaps she was standing too high, and she was honored at birth, and I don't know what fireworks are on earth.

"That's ... Ye Ling?"

In a starry sky in the West, the fierce fighting body and Zhang Zifan stopped suddenly, staring at the small Qianying from afar, dazed.

I haven't seen Ye Ling for three years. I can't think of meeting him in the sky. Looking at this moment, I feel distressed.

Ye Ling of the past, the bright smile, the ancient spirit is strange.

Today, she still has the glory of the past, just like a vicissitudes of tourists. She was worn out by years and wearing a cape, but she could not hide her fluttering white hair.

Zhang Zifan said nothing but sighed in silence, as if guessing what Ye Ling was doing. The daughter of the Holy Family was not wrong, but in the three or five years, she would be a nirvana in ordinary life.

Ye Ling drifted away, the fierce fire followed, and Zhang Zifan was forced.

On this way, they watched too much, and they looked too distressed. On several occasions, when Ye Ling was insulted by the world, the fierce battle was almost violent. If it were not Zhang Zifan, I do n’t know how many families and martial arts would suffer. See through.

There is such a path that Ye Ling needs to go on her own. Although it is a long time, it will be a little bit of peace of mind. Ye Ling lacks not the source, but the tenacity under guilt. She needs to cross a barrier in her soul.

"I don't know how distressed the Eucharist sees."

"Do you think the Eucharist is invisible?"

Zhang Zifan said, turning silently.

I do not know which day, Ye Ling entered a mortal ancient star, entered a mortal town among the ancient stars: Wuxian Town.

This is her. The first time she came to this Xianxian town, she stood outside Yang's mansion in the middle of the night and was quiet for a long time. This is the root of Xiao Yanglan.

Ye Ling's journey finally reached a post station.

Bathed in the moonlight, she sealed herself and became an ordinary person. She searched for the small garden where his father lived, wiped the dust off the table, and found the father's fortune-telling from the bottom of the bed.

On the second day, at the dilapidated divination table, there was a little white-haired scholar with a clear eyebrow. He didn't like words and was quiet.

That's Ye Ling. The women are dressed in men's clothes. They are going to go to her father's road in Xixian Town.