Chapter 1502 She didn't go far

Covered by the rich spiritual energy, the flowers around the tombstone grew wildly, and countless new buds could be seen appearing with naked eyes, and then they bloomed out in a bright and charming color.

It just withered very quickly, like Xiao Lingling's flash-for-sky beauty...

Xiao Lingling was really like a bud in bud. The years that followed were the time when she really bloomed and beautiful, but she had already withered before she could bloom.

Ye Feng stood silently in front of the tombstone, speechless.

His eyes penetrated the thick layer of soil and the white jade stone coffin in the soil. He could see that the thick spiritual energy had penetrated, but his body was still extremely cold, making Ye Feng's heart as cold as winter, as if there was no temperature.

Yan Muxue sighed secretly, then turned around and left. She was kind and kind, knowing that Ye Feng should give him a space at this time. Suddenly, she knew that such a thing would be difficult for others to accept, let alone Ye Feng.

At this moment, Ye Feng was in a state of depression and complexity, sad, powerless, and sad...

In this world, there are too many things that cannot be controlled by human power. After all, even the emperor has times when he is powerless, sometimes when he is not attentive, and sometimes when he is unable to do things. He cannot let a person who has long been dead return to his fate.

Although Ye Feng was very obsessed with emotions, it did not mean that he didn't understand. The little girl had said many shocking words in front of him. Ye Feng just smiled bitterly and smiled it, but he didn't know in his heart that the little girl was too simple at that time, and she dared to reveal anything directly. She said whatever she thought in her heart. Although her words were shocking and seemed like a joke on a whim, why was it just a joke...

Actually that's the truth...

Looking back on the outside of Xianyang City, the little girl took him to the snow and watched the delicate and red wintersweet blooming in the snow and told him the rumors of the love forest. That was also showing his feelings to him...

But Ye Feng kept avoiding it. He didn't want to have too much concern in his heart, especially after leaving the Yuantian Continent, he had tried his best to avoid it in the Shura Holy Realm, but he could not escape the entanglement of fate in the end.

Some things seem to be avoided by random things, but in the end they find that they are not that easy.

Looking back now, Ye Feng felt sad. Everything might have been destined. In that lovesick forest, he and Xiao Lingling might be like the former Emperor Xuan and the previous generation of the Phoenix God Clan. One was going to fight the world, and the other was destined to be able to watch over it. However, in the end everything turned into nothing.

Ye Feng could imagine that the little girl must have been holding back all her words and wanted to tell him when she came back, but suddenly, she left quietly. In the end, nothing was left for Ye Feng except for a feeling of sadness.

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As night fell, Ye Feng still stood silently in front of the tombstone. Outside the small forest behind, there was a figure that was added. This person was not someone else, but Xiao Jian, the Supreme Elder of the Xiao family.

He has been here for a long time, but Ye Feng didn't notice it.

Ye Feng's cultivation level is so profound that even a distance of tens of meters, even if it is hundreds of miles, it is normal to escape Ye Feng's perception, but Ye Feng did not notice it at this time.

He did not disturb him, and stood behind and watched silently. The wrinkles on his vicissitudes of life were much deeper than six years ago, and there were also a lot more. Xiao Lingling suddenly disappeared four years ago, and his soul was scattered in the cultivation room. The blow it caused to him was unimaginable. A few years later, he seemed to have been aged for decades, standing in the night wind, his figure was trembling, like an old man in the twilight.

Seeing Ye Feng's figure becoming more and more lonely, he couldn't help but walk up.

"Don't worry, Ling'er walked very peacefully. She didn't go far... She just changed her way to live by our side!" Xiao Jian patted Ye Feng's shoulder, and his voice choked and trembled as he spoke, and he was already full of tears.

Ye Feng turned around silently, looking at the old man who had given him countless help but was now suffering from the weather, his mood became increasingly depressed and he didn't know what he should say.

Although Xiao Jian was crying, he laughed, patted Ye Feng's shoulder hard and said, "Let's not talk about this today. Just come back safely. You guys have been away for six years. I thought you had forgotten you, we old men... It's good to come back, it's good to come back..."

"Senior..." Ye Feng sighed lightly, stretched out his hand to hold the trembling body, feeling sad.

Xiao Jian waved his hand, raised his hand to wipe away the tears, and smiled and said, "It's been so long, I'm fine... It's just that I'm old and useless. Sometimes I think that if I could die earlier, I would have seen Ling'er earlier!"

Ye Feng sighed inwardly, silently helped Xiao Jian out of the flowers, and sat down on the stone not far away.

"Hey, there are many things that cannot be changed by human power. Human beings grow on this land. We cultivators go against the sky and can fly to the earth and prolong their life. However, most ordinary people live for more than a hundred years in their lives. If they encounter a war, many people's lives will disappear like clouds and smoke. No matter how many deaths are, they may not cause any waves in the eyes of us cultivators... This is the rule of heaven..."

"Feng'er, you are still young and have enough qualifications. The road ahead is still long and may be even more difficult, but you have to keep looking forward. We cannot change the past... All we do is cherish the future..."

Xiao Jian sat there, the night wind blew by, shattering his gray hair, and his words drifted away with the wind, echoing in the distant night sky.

In the end, Xiao Jian patted Ye Feng on the shoulder, then stood up and left.

Ye Feng sat there silently, and after a long time, he sighed gently, slowly stood up, and sighed: "The past cannot be changed... All I can do is to cherish the people around me more and protect them in the future turmoil!"

Ye Feng silently glanced at the tombstone, sighed softly, and turned around and left.

Now that I think about it carefully, Ye Feng feels a little scared. If he woke up later this time, he might return later. I am afraid that he would leave him with wounds all over the world, and those familiar faces may be hard to see again.

If he thought about it carefully, he felt a little chill all over. If that were the case, he would not know how to face it.

"It seems that we have to work hard as soon as possible, I don't know the Heavenly God Realm..." Ye Feng sighed lightly. That was just his biggest worry. Once there was another storm, it would be a storm.
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