After flying for more than half a year, Ye Chen and the other two arrived above Qingshui Town, Xizhou.
"We've arrived at Xizhou."
Ye Chen looked down at the dilapidated town below, his voice low.
"this……"
Xiao Wuhen took a deep breath and looked at the devastated scene below, his heart deeply shocked.
The once bustling streets are now deserted, with collapsed houses and a dead silence.
"What's going on? What happened here?"
Xiao Wuhen couldn't help but ask.
Xiao Nianrou felt the heaviness of her master's mood, so she lay on Ye Chen's back and tightened her arms around his neck.
A cool breeze blew by, rolling up the tattered cloth banners on the street, making a fluttering sound, adding a bit of desolation.
Qiongqi did not stay for long and continued to fly towards Qingshui Village.
A moment later, Qingshui Village appeared in the sight of the three people.
If Qingshui Town is dilapidated, then Qingshui Village is a ruin.
All the original houses collapsed and turned into grave mounds, which was a shocking sight.
“This…this is all…”
Xiao Wuhen pointed at the graves, his voice trembling.
"Villagers from Qingshui Village."
Ye Chen's voice was low and contained a hint of sorrow.
These were all dug and buried by Mingyuan himself with his bare hands.
At the easternmost end of Qingshui Village, there is a lonely wooden house that looks particularly out of place among the ruins.
There is also a grave mound in the small courtyard in front of the wooden house.
The words "Tomb of my beloved wife Miao Xiaorou" are engraved on the tombstone.
A young monk in a gray robe was kneeling in front of the grave, chanting Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.
It was Mingyuan.
Ye Chen held Xiao Nianrou's hand and jumped off Qiongqi's back with Xiao Wuhen.
The three of them landed lightly behind Mingyuan.
Xiao Wuhen looked at the words on the tombstone and was certain in his heart that Xiao Nianrou was Mingyuan and Miao Xiaorou's child.
"Amitabha."
After Mingyuan finished reciting the scriptures, he slowly stood up and turned to look at Ye Chen and the other two.
"Donor Ye, Donor Xiao, you are here."
Mingyuan's voice was calm, but his eyes were filled with sadness.
Ye Chen nodded in response.
"Master Mingyuan."
Xiao Wuhen clasped his hands together and bowed slightly.
Little Nianrou looked at Mingyuan curiously, her big eyes blinking. She felt an inexplicable intimacy with Mingyuan.
Xiao Nianrou felt that the monk in front of her was as kind as her master Ye Chen.
When Mingyuan's eyes fell on little Nianrou, who was being held by Ye Chen, his heart suddenly trembled.
A feeling of blood connection instantly surged into his heart. This was his daughter, Miao Nianrou.
Mingyuan's hands began to tremble uncontrollably. He slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Xiao Nianrou.
But it stopped in mid-air, as if afraid of disturbing this beautiful scene.
Seeing this, Ye Chen gently let go of Xiao Nianrou's hand, smiled, and motioned Xiao Nianrou to come forward.
"Nianrou, go and meet the master."
Little Nianrou walked up to Mingyuan obediently.
She imitated the adults and bowed respectfully.
"Nianrou, I pay my respects to the Master."
The sweet voice made Mingyuan's heart melt.
“Okay… okay… okay…”
Mingyuan said three "good" words in a row, and his excitement was beyond words.
With trembling hands, he helped Xiao Nianrou up.
There was a mist in his eyes, but he tried hard to hold back the tears.
"Thank you, Mr. Ye."
Mingyuan took a deep breath and bowed deeply to Ye Chen. His heartfelt gratitude was beyond words.
Ye Chen quickly supported Mingyuan.
"You and I are brothers, no need to be polite."
He smiled gently, his heart filled with relief.
Mingyuan's gaze fell on Xiao Nianrou again.
He noticed that everything Xiao Nianrou was wearing were top-grade defensive magical weapons.
Each one is priceless and protects Nian Rou from any harm.
Mingyuan knew in his heart that Ye Chen treated Xiao Nianrou as his own daughter.
He carefully felt Xiao Nianrou's breath again.
It was discovered that the evil energy in Xiao Nianrou's body had been greatly purified.
He knew that Ye Chen must have paid a huge price.
The gratitude in my heart towards Ye Chen deepened.
Mingyuan looked at the lively and lovely little Nianrou in front of him, feeling mixed emotions.
He finally reunited with his daughter.
Although it was done in this way, he was already very satisfied.
He believed that under Ye Chen's care, little Nianrou would grow up healthy and happy.
"Nianrou, go kowtow to her."
Ye Chen touched Xiao Nianrou's head, pointed at Miao Xiaorou's grave, and said softly.
Although Xiao Nianrou didn't understand why, she listened to her master very much. There must be a reason why her master asked her to kowtow.
Little Nianrou straightened her dress and walked to the tombstone with her short legs.
She knelt down solemnly and kowtowed three times. When her little head hit the ground, it shook slightly, showing that she was particularly serious.
After bowing her head, Xiao Nianrou stood up and looked up at Ye Chen curiously.
"Master, who is the person sleeping in the tombstone? Why does his name have the same character 'Rou' as Nianrou?"
Ye Chen felt a pang in his heart, but he didn't know how to explain it.
Nianrou is still young, and Ye Chen doesn’t want to tell her the truth so early.
He squatted down, gently stroked little Nianrou's hair, and said softly: "There is a great man sleeping under the tombstone. Nianrou will know when she grows up."
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