Reborn 80,000 Years

Chapter Eighty-fifth

A word of master, lovesickness all the way.

It also expresses the helplessness of these 80,000 years.

"Get up." Yang Chen said softly.

The two old men nodded immediately and stood up with each other's support, but there were still tears on their faces.

Yang Chen sighed and said, "I didn't expect that you are getting old too."

once Upon a time……

An unrestrained chivalrous man, a servant with a simple and honest face, and a cheering yellow dog, drinking wine and riding a horse in the sunset.

And now...

The servants are old, the yellow dogs are old, and when they meet again, even the knights will be different.

"Master, is it really you?" The eyes of the old man transformed into a big yellow dog seemed to be unbelievable even now, his old face was shaking slightly, and he said tremblingly: "Master... this old slave is dreaming? Are you really coming back?" gone?"

"Demon Venerable!"

The other old man laughed and wept with joy: "Yaozun, it's really the master! I know his tone, he must be back!"

As soon as these words came out, Chen Huang felt something in his heart, and tears welled up in his eyes again.

"Okay, okay, don't cry." Yang Chen laughed, touched his head, and joked: "Why, are you unhappy that I'm back?"

"Happy! Happy!" Chen Huang wiped away his tears, and said, "This old servant always hopes that the master will come back in his dreams! This old slave is so happy, he was so happy that he cried!"

Hearing this, Yang Chen felt extremely uncomfortable.

For him, the journey of rebirth is just the time between opening and closing his eyes.

But for the old man, 80,000 years have really passed!

He could imagine how difficult this period of time would be for them.

"It is said that humans are the primates of heaven and earth, but after looking at them, sometimes, dogs are more loyal than humans." Yang Chen sighed slightly in his heart, patted Chen Huang on the shoulder, and said, "Ah Huang, these years have been hard. is you."

Chen Huang quickly said: "Master, don't say such things. If it weren't for the master, I would be dead by now! This old slave's life belongs to the master!"

He still remembers that 80,000 years ago, when Chen Huang was a weak demon dog, he was wounded by a hunter and wanted to sell it in the market. If Yang Chen hadn't appeared suddenly and rescued him, Chen Huang would have already become the rich man's lunch.

If it weren't for Yang Chen, he wouldn't have been in touch with martial arts, and he wouldn't have been in touch with cultivation, and he wouldn't have become the Yaozun he is today!

His brilliant life was all given by Yang Chen!

"good."

Yang Chen nodded, and only uttered one word.

But this word made Chen Huang burst into tears again.

Over the years, there were very few people who could agree with Yang Chen. The fact that he could say the word "good" meant that Yang Chen understood Chen Huang's intentions.

"Okay, tell me about your stories over the years." Yang Chen smiled and said, "I remember, I once gave you a willow tree seed for you to take care of it, how is it now?"

Chen Huang clasped his fists and said, "Master, that willow tree became a spirit 30,000 years ago and took the shape of a human being. Now it has gone to Penglai Island to practice hard."

Yang Chen nodded, and said, "This can be regarded as his good luck...and what about that little girl named Qingqing? She should have grown up by now, right?"

"Yes." Chen Huang said truthfully: "Qingqing is now a strong man on one side. Forty thousand years ago, he became the emperor, opened up his own dynasty, and became a superpower on the mainland!"

"There is still Kongkong, now one of the three major alchemists in the mainland, known as Kongchen Alchemist!"

"And that carp, that magic brush, that snow lotus...they have all grown up!"

"Okay!" Yang Chen spit out a word again, with deep relief in his eyes.

"Master!" At this moment, the old slave suddenly knelt down and wailed, "Master! Everyone else has grown up, but Yaozun, he..."

"I see." Yang Chen interrupted him.

"Master..." The old slave was full of tears, kowtowed and begged, "Master, please save Yaozun!"

Hearing this, Chen Huang smiled wryly, and said, "Ah Mo, why are you doing this?"

The old slave refused to give up, still kowtowed and begged Yang Chen to save Chen Huang.

However……

Everything is mortal, how will Yang Chen intervene?

If he had the ability to control life and death, he wouldn't end up where he is now.

"Amo, get up." Yang Chen sighed and said, "If I can save him, I will definitely do it. But there are some things that cannot be changed by you or me."

Hearing these words, the old slave trembled all over, and the tears continued, weeping silently.

Yang Chen sighed, and said, "Ah Huang, I'm sorry, I'm unable to save you, you won't blame me, will you?"

"Master, don't say that! Kill this old slave!" Chen Huang shook his head, and said: "It is a blessing to be able to see the master, and this old slave has no other thoughts in his heart. Even if he goes, he can go at ease!"

Chen Huang laughed, but it was a sincere and free-spirited smile.

Perhaps in his opinion, from the moment he saw Yang Chen, life and death are no longer important!

"Okay!" Yang Chen also laughed, and said, "As expected, I, Yang Chen, are the ones I like! If there is no wine at the moment, or the three of you will definitely be able to drink together!"

"Who said there's no alcohol?"

Chen Huang laughed, and suddenly waved his sleeves, and three jars of good wine appeared on the ground.

"Look, master, what is this?"

"Emperor Qingtian's Gutuo wine?" Yang Chen's expression was slightly condensed, and he said, "Where did you get it?"

"When I bet with him 30,000 years ago, he lost to me." Chen Huang laughed.

"Good you brat!" Yang Chen laughed and said, "That old boy Qingtian is so cruel. I asked him for it a few times and he refused to give it to me. I didn't expect it to fall into your hands!"

Chen Huang also smiled.

Even Amo on the side forgot his sadness and laughed from the bottom of his heart.

"By the way, what happened to that old Qing Tian? Is he still alive?" Yang Chen asked casually.

However, upon hearing this, Chen Huang and Amo were silent, with uncontrollable sadness pouring out of their eyes.

"Emperor Qingtian... went there 20,000 years ago!" Chen Huang sighed softly.

"Really." Yang Chen was slightly taken aback, and then he also revealed a sense of loss, and said bitterly: "Even he has already gone..."

Yang Chen shook his head and said with a smile: "Okay, don't talk about those sad things, come, drink!"

With that said, Yang Chen directly lifted a jar of wine, and poured it into his mouth.

The other two also brought up the wine jar, without saying a word, directly poured it into their mouths.

"Good wine!" Yang Chen laughed, and the aroma of the wine poured into his belly through his throat, giving him the illusion of going back to 80,000 years ago.

once Upon a time……

He also had a drink like this with the other four supreme beings, talking about the future of the mainland!

But now... it made Yang Chen feel sad.

"That's right." At this moment, Chen Huang suddenly cupped his fists, and asked cautiously: "Master, there is something I don't know if it's inappropriate for an old servant to ask?"

"you say."

"Master, why did you become like this?" Chen Huang asked softly, puzzled in his eyes.

In his impression, Emperor Xingchen was in his forties, high-spirited, and full of domineering existence in every gesture.

But now...how did he become a ten-year-old boy?

"A lot of things happened during this time, don't worry, let's sit down and talk." Yang Chen smiled slightly, without showing too many changes, carrying the wine jar, walked directly to a seat in front of the main hall and sat down .

Chen Huang and the old slave sat beside him respectfully.