After the rebirth, the villain was arched

"Che..."

"Ancestor Che..."

"Patriarch Che?"

"Ancestor!"

"Tsk." Che turned his head, speechless with dissatisfaction, and an inexplicable irritability rose in his heart, he gently lifted the corner of the cup and fixed it on the table, making a slight crisp sound.

A group of people are inexplicable, why is this uncle so angry?

"Old Ancestor Che's, it sounds too old." Che pulled back his waterfall-like long hair, and it was full of charm, as if... no one would appreciate it.

He looked at the wooden heads speechlessly, and pointed the tabletop with his fingers: "Don't call me that in the future, just last time, when Bai Ge met me outside, he called Che Old Ancestor, and scared all the girls away, it's so embarrassing Got me!"

Everyone: "..."

This old ancestor is really difficult to serve.

Other spirits who have lived for hundreds of thousands of years are very proud, wishing that everyone would kneel down and salute to him when they see them. This person is good, because he hates everyone's respectful title and influences him to hook up with girls?

Ji Cangsheng held the wine glass and looked at Che, suddenly felt that Che seemed to have discovered something, but how could he explain it?

Since his rebirth in this life, he hadn't seen Xia again, and he had made insinuations, including Che, who didn't remember Xia anymore.

He is the only person in this world who still remembers the existence of Xia.

The existence of the sacred tree in Xianmei Mountain proves that the memory is not fake. No one can tell the origin of the sacred tree, and no one thinks its existence is weird, as if it should grow there.

Sometimes, Ji Cangsheng also wondered whether Che also had some memories about his previous life.

This heartless old fox still hates summer, but sometimes he will wander to the old tree for no reason, and stay there for a long time without leaving.

He had never seen Che look so lonely, as if the usual free and easy was an illusion, he seemed to be looking for someone.

But he himself didn't know who he was waiting for.

"It's just an old tree, but I like it when it grows like this."

Ji Cangsheng touched the trunk, but there was no smell of the white phoenix on it.

Maybe he didn't want Che to remember that he had been in this world.

How sad it must be to part.

"Why don't you add a surname to Patriarch Che?" Qi Ru was given a headache by this naughty guy, and she couldn't beat her again, and she was an elder again.

While Che didn't like others calling him Patriarch, and didn't want to be called by his first name, he glanced at the group of people with distaste, as if calling him the word "Che" tarnished the title a lot.Everyone couldn't figure it out for a while, but Qi Ru just made such a suggestion out of sheer courage.

"Hmm..." Che stroked his chin and nodded, "Yes, yes."

Really good.

So the topic turned to what is the last name.

Zhao Qian Sun Li.

Zhou Wu Zheng Wang.

"The soil is dead." The big-tailed fox said disgustedly, flapping his fan.

"Gongsun? Situ? Wanqi? Baili?"

"The double surname covers up my real name, don't want it."

"How about... surname Ji?"

Che thought for a while, is it the same surname as Xiao Cangsheng?also good.

"Ji Che...well, it sounds nice."

A certain little apprentice was unhappy again.

"Don't Ancestor Che feel that this name is too mediocre and unworthy of you?"

"Tsk." Che wanted to retort, "Hiss..."

Although he thought the name was good, he always felt that something was missing. If he really decided on it, he still hesitated.

It wasn't the last name he really wanted to bear.

what is it then?

Che always felt that something in his heart was about to rush out, but it seemed to be sealed by layers of boulders, and he couldn't break free from the shackles no matter what.

Everyone chattered and even helped Che to refute, as if no surname was worthy of this old ancestor.

Che suddenly felt bored, what was the point of doing so.

Suddenly, Ji Cangsheng, who hadn't said much all this time, said lightly, "How about your surname Xia?"

"..."

Everyone couldn't help but tense, who didn't know that the ancestor Che hated Xia Tian the most, this kind of furry creature, Xia Tian's hair fell mottled, and Che loved the stinky fox so much, Xia Tian couldn't see him.

They all quietly ignored this surname and didn't discuss it. Who knew that Master would suddenly mention it like this!

Che was stunned. When he heard that word, his heart seemed to be hit by something. The blood rushed to his heart. In an instant, the world turned pale.

summer……

summer.

He chewed the word repeatedly in his heart, as if something that he had been unable to grasp all this time had actively burrowed into his fingers.

He should hate everything related to Xia Tian the most.

But once the word Xia was mentioned, he couldn't move his mind away.

Xia...Che.

"Che."

He seemed to hear a nice and gentle voice, like a breeze in the mountains, calling him dotingly.

He came back to his senses and looked around, but no one called him, and there was no other existence except the people present.

Delusion.

Also, his identity, who would dare to call him by his first name.

"The surname is Xia, Xia Che... um... why does it sound like a woman's name?" Che stroked his chin, casually distracting himself from his thoughts, "From now on, everyone will call me Xia Che, don't call me old Che. Ancestors, old ancestors, you can't even fool a little girl!"

"Yes yes yes—" everyone said perfunctorily cooperatively.

However, although Patriarch Che disliked him, he didn't mention the matter of changing his surname, so he was probably very satisfied.

Is this the so-called deep hatred and deep love?

Che seemed to be in a good mood. Today's wine was the immortal wine he had treasured for a long time. Even a cultivator would get drunk after drinking it. I don't know where the old fox got this wine, but he would drink it happily.

After drinking for three rounds, except for a few children who haven't grown up, everyone is a little drunk.Che originally wanted to grab Ji Cangsheng for a few more drinks, but he didn't expect this person to pretend to be drunk, scaring his little apprentice to run back and forth. He felt bored, shook his sleeves and left.

Ji Cangsheng is not pretending, but really drunk.This wine is really strong, it is probably brewed from good rice which is rare in extremely cold places, rice cannot grow in such weather, it needs spiritual energy to nourish and take good care of it.

Who would have thought that this guy would hide in extremely cold places every summer, and actually grow these things to make wine.

Xia's cultivation base is too advanced, and he can only taste something by drinking this. Now that there are no wine tasting people, this fine wine is naturally cheaper for them.

If you don’t remember, why would you do these seemingly meaningless things again?

Ji Cangsheng shook his body and wanted to get up, Hua Buyu hurried over to help him, the young man was half shorter than him, suddenly a little strange.

"You don't remember either." He sighed lowly.It didn't feel good, and he'd known it all along.But it wasn't until the wine magnified everything that those emotions called loneliness surged like a huge wave and drowned him.

"Master!" The young man was so flustered that he had nowhere to rest his hands and feet. He was full of brute force, and he was afraid of breaking someone.

The smell of wine is mixed with a faint fragrance, until the person in front of him is completely on his body, with his heart close to each other, and he can even feel the slow and clear heartbeat of the other person.

One hit, another hit, which made his heart ache.

"Huabuyu..." The man almost murmured, the words behind were drowned in the tinnitus.

I seem to miss you a little bit.

In the blink of an eye, it was half a year, and the people of Tianyuanmen really loved and hated this ancestor. When he left, he hoped that he would come back, and when he came back, he hoped that he would leave quickly.

After the beginning of spring, when everything revived and Che's white hair fell all over the mountains and plains like dandelions, it was almost time to pack up and go to the extremely cold place to escape the summer heat.

Che left late this year, at the turn of spring and summer, and was still wandering around the Tianyuan Gate.After a burst of thunder and heavy rain, summer came. The weather was so hot that the old fox, who had been in the frozen land all year round, couldn't stay any longer, so he said he was going to leave.

He refused to host the banquet under the surprised eyes of everyone. This old fox who likes to be lively more than anyone else seemed to be a different person this year. He waved his hand and disappeared.But he didn't leave, but went under the towering giant tree in Xianmei Mountain.

It was already early summer at this time, the shade of the trees was mottled, and everywhere was as muggy as a steamer, only here the breeze was refreshing, very cool.

It's a good place.

Looking at the tangled branches clinging to the tree trunk, Che always felt his heart calm down.This tree seems to have supernatural power. It has drifted in the wind and rain for tens of thousands of years. The branches and leaves spread to cover the sky and the sun.

Che stood in front of the tree, stroking the intertwined branches, as if a feeling of coolness flowed down his fingertips, and he lowered his eyebrows, and gently pressed his forehead against it.

The warm breath flowed out slowly, wrapping him, and when he came back to his senses again, he actually entered the inside of the ancient tree.

Surrounded by a piece of pale gold, glowing with soft light, there is no longer the boredom and heat that cannot be shaken off in summer, it is dry and comfortable, and it is suitable for a good night's sleep.

There is such a large void in this tree, and it seems to be connected to the one in the extremely cold area, with the same, familiar aura.

Che looked around, but he didn't find the eye of the past. The void here was empty, and there was nothing there. He was bored and tired, so he found a place to lie down at random, and fell asleep.

There seems to be a person in the dream.

Gentle and familiar, as if it is the answer I have been looking for all along, so easy, but I can't remember it when I wake up.

Che touched his lips, it seemed that a kiss had fallen on it, but like a butterfly in a dream, it disappeared when he woke up from the dream.

Something was dripping from the corner of his eyes, and Che slowly sat up, only to find that a piece of pure white feathers had slipped out of his arms from the corner of his sleeve that was wet with tears, and he didn't know what got it on.

"summer……"

He couldn't help murmuring.

He tried to catch the clues in the dream, but they existed like this faint golden light, but he couldn't touch them.

Four years later.

It was the coming-of-age ceremony for the young disciples of Tianyuan Peak, breaking through the Void Refining Realm at the age of 20, and everyone in the sect planned to celebrate it.

Originally, it was only intended to be enough for a few people in Tianyuan Peak to eat. The Zhehua head is too big. There are so many people in the 22nd peak of Tianyuanmen, and they don’t eat mortal food. With so many spiritual plants and meat cooked, they have to ask for his. Life?I don't know where Tahua found so many ingredients.

Zhehua was so busy that her feet didn't touch the ground, she managed to get everything done, when suddenly it snowed.

Is this what is called house leakage and continuous night rain?

Zhehua hugged the freshly made clothes in the embroidery room, and was a little worried about the falling snowflakes. When the time came, she would have to set up a formation to avoid the snow.

He looked up at the sky, and stretched out his hand to catch a falling snowflake, feeling melancholy in his heart.

Suddenly, a snow-white cloak fell from the top of his head, covering the sky and the sun, covering his whole body inside.

Zhehua shrunk her neck, stretched out her hand to cover the back of her neck, and prevented the cloak from slipping off her shoulders.

"Don't catch the cold and let me clean up the mess for you, don't bother." Qi Ru threw the cloak on top of his head and left, leaving only a carefree back.

How can I be so fragile.

Zhehua tied up the cloak helplessly, and continued to worry about the banquet.

To be continued.