Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

When they pushed open the door, Ye Qian'an was sitting in the yard, looking quietly into the distance.

Hearing the noise, Ye Qian'an turned around, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

Jiang Chen and Xiu Xiu excitedly ran to Ye Qian'an, and couldn't wait to tell him about the battles on the front line and their experiences.

Ye Qian'an took a sip of wine and listened quietly, with a gratified smile on his face. He was proud of Jiang Chen and Xiuxiu.

"Uncle Ye!"

"You are finally back."

Ye Qian'an stood up, still like an old man in his twilight years, and gently grasped the wrists of the two people, speaking with a kind face.

"It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back."

Jiang Chen looked at Uncle Ye who had become extremely old in front of him, and felt a little guilty. If he had not left early, he would not have left Uncle Ye here for so many years.

Before he knew it, Ye Qian'an had been in Hua Wuguo Country for more than forty years. Adding his original twenties, he is now seventy years old.

For the mortals in this world, seventy years old is already very old, and perhaps in a few years, they will close their eyes completely.

Ye Qiyan sat on a chair and chatted with the two people until very late. Only after the two fell asleep in Ye Qiyan's arms did he carry Jiang Chen and his wife to the bed and quietly covered them with a quilt.

I also came to the outside of the courtyard, listening to the chirping of cicadas beside my ears, enjoying the comfort brought by the breeze, looking up at the dazzling starry sky, and my mood has obviously changed.

The joy of reunion, the sorrow of separation, the relief of rapid success, and the worry of separation, all accumulated in Ye Qian'an's heart at this moment.

After accepting this state of mind, at this moment, Ye Qian'an shrugged his shoulders as if relieved, raised his head, and was also confident that he would break through the realm of loose immortals within ten years.

Ten years is an extremely long time for ordinary people, but for cultivators, it is just a blink of an eye.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, Ye Qian'an was already eighty years old. He also decided to leave this world like this, so as not to leave Jiang Chen with any worries.

Similarly, I will not have any obsessions anymore.

Sure enough, when Jiang Chen learned that Uncle Ye was about to die, he immediately brought Xiuxiu to the tavern.

After seeing the yellow-faced and muscular Ye Qian'an, the two of them knelt on the ground with a plop, tears falling uncontrollably.

"Uncle Ye, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. If I had been able to go home earlier, I wouldn't have..."

He knelt on the ground and burst into tears.

After a long time, Jiang Chen suddenly felt his body warm, and then a warm hand was pressed on his head, patting it gently.

"Chen'er, don't be sad."

Ye Qian'an was lying on the bed, and said in a very weak voice: "My life span is coming to an end. The laws of nature are unpredictable. Even if you hadn't left me that year, I would still die."

Jiang Chen raised his tearful face and looked at Ye Qian'an, his heart filled with grief. "Uncle Ye, you can't leave. What should we do if you leave?" Xiuxiu also cried and held Ye Qian'an's hand tightly.

Ye Qian'an smiled faintly, his eyes full of love and relief. "Silly child, everyone has his own way to go, and my road has come to an end. You must live bravely and live well."

He took a few breaths and continued, "Chen'er, Xiuxiu, you have been through so much. You must cherish each other and support each other. Although this world is full of suffering, there are also many beautiful things waiting for you to discover."

Jiang Chen nodded heavily, trying to hold back his tears. "Uncle Ye, we will definitely listen to you and live well." "In the next life... in the next life, I will be your Uncle Ye again."

"In the next life...Uncle Ye in the next life will really be Uncle Ye..."

Ye Qian'an's eyes gradually became blurred, and his voice became weaker and weaker. "Although I have regrets in my life, I have no regrets. I am very pleased to see you grow up..."

His voice gradually faded away and his hands slowly fell.

Jiang Chen and Xiuxiu were heartbroken, they hugged Ye Qi'an tightly, as if they could keep him here, but they knew that Ye Qi'an had left them forever.

Followed by the sound of mournful crying.

Ye Qian'an's soul slowly rose into the air, and he slowly opened his eyes, with stars twinkling in them. He felt the surging power in his body, and was filled with emotion.

Experience the joys and sorrows, happiness and anger, sorrow and happiness.

At this moment, he finally broke through to the realm of scattered immortals.

He stood up, his sleeves fluttering, as if he had merged with the world. Recalling the past, the pain and joy, the setbacks and achievements, all became the nutrients for his growth.

Ye Qian'an looked at Jiang Chen who was kneeling on the floor crying in the room, and sighed deeply, "Chen'er, from now on, you have to live well."

With Ye Qian'an's departure, two shops opened on the streets of Hua Wuguo Country, one of which was a tailor shop, and the other was the tavern that Ye Qian'an had opened back then.

Here, he spent the rest of his life. Until his death, he could not forget Uncle Ye who watched him grow up, but he would never have the chance to see Ye Qian'an again in this life...

...............

Ye Qian'an withdrew his spiritual sense, turned around, and walked forward step by step. After breaking through the realm of loose immortals, he could directly tear the space in front of him and teleport directly across thousands of miles.

If you want to go somewhere, all you need is a thought.

Ye Qian'an originally wanted to return to Qingxuan Sect, but when he suddenly felt a burning temperature in his chest, he realized that there was danger in Qingyun Sect.

Thinking of this, Ye Qian'an stopped and walked towards the direction of Qingyun Sect. With every step he took, the air became distorted, and the void beneath him also began to ripple.

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The Qingyun Sect stood like a majestic fairy palace between heaven and earth. The continuous mountain range was its solid foundation, and the looming peaks in the clouds and mist seemed to be giant spirits guarding the sect.

The magnificent mountain gate rises high into the clouds. The vermilion beams and pillars are carved with mysterious runes and lifelike mythical beasts, exuding an ancient and majestic atmosphere.

The huge stone door was tightly closed, as if telling of the solemnity and mystery of Qingyun Sect.

The wide square stretches as far as the eye can see, and the smooth stone floor sparkles with a mysterious light under the sunlight.

In the center of the square, a huge fountain rises into the sky, and water splashes down, reflecting a gorgeous rainbow in the sunlight.

In the distance, the palaces are arranged in layers. The golden glazed tiles sparkle in the sunlight, and the carved beams and painted buildings are magnificent. Between the palaces, the corridors are winding, and the pavilions are dotted among them, just like a beautiful painting.

From time to time, cranes fly in the sky above Qingyun Sect, and their clear cries echo through the valleys. The spiritual energy is dense and flutters like a veil, adding an otherworldly mood to the entire sect. (End of this chapter)