This was the first time Chen was sad in his ordinary life. On that day, he knelt down in front of his parents' graves, feeling extremely sad.
In a short period of a hundred years, you will experience all kinds of love and hate, joys and sorrows, life and death. This is the voice of a mortal.
Soon, ten years had passed since Chen's parents passed away.
Wuyou and Wurui, the two children born to Zhen and Chen, have gradually entered middle age.
As for Chen, he is getting older and older, his body and bones are getting weaker day by day, his hair has long turned gray, his face is even full of wrinkles, and he no longer has the heroic feeling he had in his youth.
Soon, the day of New Year's Eve came again, and it was still the small mountain village it once was, but the former log cabin had turned into a large mansion.
At this moment, in the mansion, Zhen and Chen were taking the main seats, and in front of them, mainly Wuyou and Wuhui, there were people kneeling all over the floor.
Except for Wuyou and Wuhui, all of these people are Chen Yuzhen's grandsons or nephews.
Now, they already have children and grandchildren.
"Grandpa, my grandson wishes you a happy New Year..."
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Below, all the descendants of Chen and Zhen paid New Year greetings to the two elders. Among the heartfelt blessings, Chen's happy smile was interspersed.
Only Zhen, who was sitting next to her, also had a smile on his face, but his smile always felt a little dry and lacked a soul.
"Although this is just a dream and everything in front of me is false, I really have no other choice. Chen, when you wake up, I hope you won't bear grudges against me..."
"The general trend is irreversible, and some endings have been destined for a long time and cannot be changed at all. Chen, the only thing I can leave you is this life's companionship and this life's togetherness..." Zhen Zhen's expression was a bit complicated, and he felt softly in his heart. Sigh, with a sense of sadness and helplessness.
Only she knew that this was just a dream. When she woke up from the dream, everything in front of her no longer existed.
At this time, Chen's eyes slowly turned to Zhen, who was sitting next to him, and said: "Zhen, we are all old. After a hundred years of life, we may not have much time left. However, I am satisfied to be able to see my family full of children and grandchildren."
At this moment, in Chen's eyes, Zhen had also turned into a gray-haired old woman, not much better than herself.
"Grandpa, what are you talking about? Grandma is so young and beautiful. She looks only about twenty years old. How old is she..."
"That's right, grandma is young and beautiful, not at all like what grandpa said..."
"Grandpa is telling lies with his eyes open..."
Below, several grandchildren were shouting.
Chen smiled indifferently, only taking it as a joke and didn't take it seriously.
Chen was getting older and older and more and more frail. After more than ten years passed, Chen fell down. He was lying on the hospital bed. He was in a coma most of the day and rarely woke up.
He has reached his twilight years and has entered the end of his mortal journey. His organs have begun to age and various tissues in his body have begun to degenerate. It is obvious that he does not have much time left.
When Chen fell into a coma, Zhen came to his side. She sat on the edge of the bed and gently touched Chen's cheek with her palms. Her eyes were affectionate, but mixed with them was an unconcealed pain and deep reluctance.
"This life is about to end. Both I and you have to return to the real world. Chen, I wonder if you will hate me..."
"Chen, do you know that since I woke up, I have been by your side. I know all your experiences in the holy world and all the roads you have walked. The missing corner is always with you, guarding you silently..."
"It's just that I know you, but you never know me..."
Zhen murmured in a low voice, seeming to recall some past events, showing reminiscence.
"In the Holy Realm, you are unlikely to encounter real danger. All the desperate situations you have experienced before may seem to be on the line of life and death, but in fact they have not yet reached the point where they can truly threaten your life. Once you truly enter the desperate situation, I will save you..."
"So, your identity is exposed, it is impossible to come so early..."
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"The people from the fairy world came over at this time, and I had to go out to fight. Originally, with it here, your life would be safe, and you would not be in a desperate situation. But, why is it not by your side at this time... .”
"Even if I have calculated everything, there will still be some omissions. After all, this day is too far ahead of schedule..."
Zhen gently lay on Chen's chest, with tears flowing in his eyes, filled with grief and even more reluctance, with a feeling of sadness at parting.
She gently cut her finger and dropped a drop of bright red blood on Chen's lips. After absorbing this drop of blood, Chen, who had fallen into a coma, finally slowly woke up.
"Really, I seem to hear what you are saying, but I can't hear clearly..." Chen opened his eyes weakly, his eyes were dim and lifeless, and his voice was weak.
"Chen, when you find out that life is actually a dream, will you hate me?" Zhen looked at Jian Chen and spoke softly.
A smile appeared on Chen's face and he said: "We mortals will eventually die, turn into a piece of loess, and return to the starting point. Life is like a dream. This life is originally a dream. Everyone will wake up, so why should I?" I'll hate you."
"True, I'm old. My life has come to an end. I can feel it myself. I can't hold on much longer. I can't continue to accompany you. True, thank you for accompanying me through this life."
"In my life, having you by my side is my greatest happiness." Chen said with an affectionate look on his face, his tone was very weak. They were a loving couple throughout their lives, with no quarrels or conflicts. They spent every day in laughter and sweetness. This was the most unforgettable memory in his heart.
After saying that, Chen slowly closed his eyes and seemed to fall into a deep sleep again. He was so angry that he didn't have much time left.
Another drop of blood dripped into Chen's mouth, but with every drop of blood, the vitality in Zhen's body would be reduced by part.
In this life, she is also a mortal, and only enjoys the yang life span that a mortal should have, but the life span of dust passes faster than hers.
She is conveying her life, passing on the little vitality left in her mortal life to the dust.
"Chen, I will accompany you to the end of this dream life, until the moment you wake up from the dream, because this is our last companionship..." Zhen murmured in a low voice.
Three years later, Chen Hezhen died, and the mournful cries of his children and grandchildren in the hall finally ended his mortal life.
On the day he died, Chen had a satisfied smile on his face. He and Zhen held hands tightly together and passed away peacefully without leaving any regrets.
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In the Holy Realm, the True Master slowly retracted her fingers. When her eyes opened, an extremely complex light was revealed.
Hundreds of years have passed in the dream, but in the holy world, time has only passed two breaths, and Master Feng is still restrained by the Weeping Blood Supreme and the Luo Tian Supreme, unable to approach Jian Chen.
Only one breath had passed since His Highness Shengtian Palace uttered the words about the magical power of dreams.
At this time, Jian Chen's eyelids trembled slightly and slowly opened, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
He didn't know why he fell asleep, but he felt that he had just had a long dream, and all the experiences in the dream were extremely real, as if they were real.
Suddenly, his eyes fell on the Supreme Master Huazhen in front of him. His whole body suddenly stiffened, and then he began to tremble violently. His eyes were dancing with an indescribable look, and he said in a trembling voice: "You...you...you is true?"
