Ye Fan walked forward, accompanied by Zhang Wenchang, and climbed up the short mountain.
The stream is murmuring, the green vines are climbing the walls, the fragrance of grass is mixed with the smell of moist soil, this place is natural and pure. The terrain in front is flat, a pool is clear and bright, wild flowers are scattered on the bank, and the fragrance is tangy.
A child sat there quietly, his face was full of childishness, as if he was thinking, he was very handsome, even more beautiful than a girl, with bright starry eyes, like a little fairy boy, transcending the world.
"Ding"
He seemed to have thought about it, and a pair of slender fingers began to pluck the strings, ding ding dong dong, like a clear spring dripping, or like a moonlight falling, sweet and light, making people peaceful.
After a while, the sound of the song changed and became more detached, like a banished fairy knocking on a fairy stone, clear and sweet, and it sang all over the world.
The whole mountain became clear for a while, and the front of the pool was especially clear, detached, without a trace of vulgarity, and many flowers bloomed amidst the sound of popping.
Birds were attracted one after another, lingering on his head, landing around the guqin, singing softly around him, attracted by its superb sound.
"What's his name?" Ye Fan asked softly.
This child is similar to Hua Yunfei in appearance and spirit, even the slightest difference, even the sound of the piano is so superb, and the temperament is so outstanding.
"Hua Yunfei." Zhang Wenchang said.
The same person, the same name, made Ye Fan's heart flutter. Is it a similar flower, or is there something else hidden
"The name is the same, but the person is no longer." Zhang Wenchang explained that this is Hua Yunfei's younger brother, who was born in recent years and was given the same name by the Lord of Star Peak.
Ahead, the Xingfeng is majestic, towering above the rest of the mountain, and it is higher than other mountains. Whether it is day or night, there is a large piece of silvery white light shining from the sky, which is the power of the stars.
"Zheng!"
At this moment, the child stopped the sound of the piano, stopped, and looked at them with a pair of big black jewel-like eyes in puzzlement, staring at Ye Fan, not knowing when they arrived.
On the star peak, a middle-aged man's clothes fluttered, he crossed Lingbo, arrived here, and landed on the short mountain.
"I have met Senior Hua." Zhang Wenchang saluted.
The Lord of the Star Peaks is really super dusty, dressed in blue clothes, with loose hair, Hua Yunfei in the past is four or five points like him, he looked calm, nodded, and then looked at Ye Fan.
Ye Fan faced it calmly. This person is very unusual, but with his current cultivation base, he can naturally deal with it calmly without any pressure.
"Yunfei is a good boy. He was caught by a pair of invisible hands and he couldn't get rid of it. I didn't protect him well." The middle-aged man felt infinitely sad.
Ye Fan didn't know what to say, after all, he killed Hua Yunfei with his own hands.
"I don't blame you. Yunfei wanted to kill you first. I have nothing to say about the result. I only hate myself for being incompetent. I didn't protect his childhood. I didn't see the desire of a child, let alone see him. His hurt and grief." The middle-aged man whispered.
The boy's name is Hua Yunfei, which is enough to explain the problem and express the grief in his heart.
The eight or nine-year-old child got up, walked over quietly, looked at Ye Fan, and said, "Have we met before, why does it seem like we know each other?"
Ye Fan was shocked, showing an incredulous expression.
"Yes, you are the holy body that people often say, and you are quite similar to what I imagined." The child blinked his eyes curiously.
Ye Fan felt quite uneasy, is this a coincidence? Even if they are of the same father and mother, they are too similar, especially the kind of eyes, which are generally the same.
"This child only likes Qin, I will obey all his choices and let him be a happy Qin boy." The Lord of Star Peak said sadly, with tears rolling down his face.
He caressed the child's head, full of love and affection, but he didn't know whether he was talking to the young child or Hua Yunfei under Jiuquan.
Ye Fan left Taixuan, and sighed softly, all living beings are fighting in this world of mortals, birth, old age, sickness and death, joy, anger, sorrow and joy, how can they escape? He is also just a passerby.
"You have to be careful and take care of yourself." Zhang Wenchang urged, but today the world is in turmoil, the saints are coming, the road to immortality is about to open, God knows what kind of terrible battle will happen.
Ye Fan nodded, and said to himself: "The appearance of this child has created a problem for me."
"Why?" Zhang Wenchang asked.
"I only believe in this life. But he is another flower after my disciple Huahua who is the same as the previous life. Is this trying to shake my faith?" Ye Fan said to himself.
"If there is an afterlife, a piano boy and a reincarnation, this is the best ending for him." Zhang Wenchang said.
Ye Fan just left and joined Ye Tong, Xiao Que'er and others.
"In the next life, if you believe in it, you will have it, and if you don't believe it, you won't have it. Years of reincarnation, two identical flowers will eventually appear in the world. Whether they are the same flower or not is up to future generations to judge." Ye Fan whispered, he thought of the old monk in the West Desert if.
He knew that one day in the future, this might be a difficult problem on his imperial path, which needed to be solved.
Ye Fan has a special feeling for the Southern Region. When Kowloon pulled the coffin and fell in the ancient forbidden area, he embarked on the path of cultivation from this area.
He brought his disciples to the Lingxu Cave in secret, wanting to pay homage to the old man Wu Qingfeng, who was Pang Bo's master and the first person who led him into the sect.
In the past, I went to visit many times, but this time I left for too long, I don't know how the old man is now.
However, when he came here, he only saw one grave. The old man had passed away many years ago, and his lifespan was exhausted.
Birth, old age, sickness, and death, this law cannot be broken. Ye Fan once gave the old man the sacred spring in the ancient and forbidden place, even if he did this, he could not break the law of nature.
"Senior..."
Ye Fan stood in front of the grave, feeling lost, his heart was empty, full of sourness and bitterness. With a sad expression on his face, he knelt down and kowtowed seriously.
If you don't become a fairy, you will eventually return to the loess, and this should be just the beginning. In the future, as time passes by, he may see more graves, burying friends and dead... This is an irresistible law of nature!
This time, Ye Fan lingered for a long time, letting Long Ma, Gu Jinpeng and others leave first, and waited for him in the distance. He wandered outside Lingxu Cave by himself, feeling sad.
Based on his current cultivation level, no one would be able to discover him. He walked past the place where he practiced, and finally came to the tomb of the Qing Emperor next to the Lingxu Cave.
The tomb of Yang has been broken. It was a treasure left by Emperor Qing to future generations, and it no longer exists.
But the Yin Tomb remains the same, a deep black pool piercing through Jiuyou, and it is said that the barren pagoda was once suppressed, carrying Qingdi's body and has gone farther into the region.
"who?!"
Suddenly, Ye Fan turned his head sharply, and seemed to see an old figure from the back in front of the dark grave, and he turned into a stream of light and rushed over.
However, when he came close, he saw that the pool was as black as ink, unfathomably deep, and the surrounding people were indistinct, empty and silent, and there was nothing.
Ye Fan was puzzled. With his current cultivation base, could anyone be so much faster than him? Simply incredible! Is this the real figure, or is it a hallucination caused by the thought of the figure of the elder who led him to the path of practice because he was disturbed by grief
He stood there for a long time, and finally left.
Ye Fan took Xiaoqueer, Jiang Ting, Longma, etc. all the way north, which aroused the attention of the world. As soon as he came back, he wiped out the Jinwu clan.
The group of them did not hide their real bodies, and walked northward. On the same day, Killer San Ziro appeared, perhaps it should be called Killer King. The old killer's eyes were empty, and there seemed to be a universe opening inside. The other eye was filled with tears.
"I'm back... It's good to be back!" The old killer revealed his rare true feelings. He has been exhausted all these years, and now seeing Ye Fan become a half-step saint-level existence, he is sincerely happy and tears are looming.
Who said that the killer was ruthless, and his hair was stained with frost over the years. He tried his best to seek an explanation for Ye Tong and others, but he really couldn't resist the great sage and almost died.
Later, he went to the West Desert again, trying to save Huahua, but he almost fell under Mount Sumeru, his old body almost withered and collapsed.
The old knife supported his grandfather. They all had hidden wounds, but it was not a problem for Ye Fan at all. Gu Tianzun ordered the spring of divine liquid to spill, and the brilliance was a little bit, and the power of Buddhist thoughts was wiped out.
"Senior rest in peace, I'll take care of everything!" Ye Fan said forcefully, looking to the west.
On the same day, Yan Yixi, Li Heishui, etc. appeared and looked for them. Ye Fan angrily killed the Golden Crow, which had already spread, and now walking on the ground like this, it is naturally easy to find.
"You kid is really back, I thought it was some bastard who wanted to trick us." Dongfang Ye was the same as before, wearing a fur suit, naked from the upper body, with a strong bronze body and a mace in his hand. A savage.
He is very vigorous, he has already stepped into the realm of the saint king, and his physical body alone has the power to capture Jiao Fupeng, and his masculinity is so strong that he soars up into the sky like wolf smoke.
Dongfang Ye is very powerful, and he can definitely walk sideways in the same realm as the Holy King, but such a person suffered a big loss in the West Desert and almost died.
Fortunately, he has a special physique. After several years of cultivation, his body has recovered.
Ye Fan laughed loudly, stepped forward and punched him.
"Ye Zi, you owe me a god girl, when will you pay it back?" Li Tian leaned forward, still as before, with evil spirits.
"There are so many god girls in the Taikoo tribe, how many have been settled?" Ye Fan laughed loudly.
"I'm not interested in them anymore. Instead, I saw a few masters in Ximo. They were very glamorous. It's a pity that the group of monks are too careless. A group of people are jealous of me. They chased and killed me and fled for 300,000 miles." Li Tian He grinned and said.
"It deserves it."
Li Tian is still injured, needless to say, he fell down to save Huahua.
Yan Yixi has an extraordinary temperament and looks very good. Like Li Tian, she has injuries on her body, but her face is calm and calm.
"Yezi, you are finally back, Brother Hou left, and Ji Zi traveled far away. If it wasn't for Ye Tong and Huahua, we would have gone into the starry sky to find you." Li Heishui said, revealing his true feelings.
"Don't worry, take your time. In the future, everyone will go to the ancient human race road." Ye Fan said with a smile, and when we got together again, although there were still some people missing, it was already very lively and he felt warm.
Naturally, everyone in the world had endless things to say, and talked about a lot, but there was one thing they agreed on, that is, to curse the Black Emperor, and to curse this dog for being too unreliable.
"The water in the western desert is deep, so it's really not easy to attack. Our Heavenly Village is so strong that we were by no means weak in this world, but we suffered a huge loss in the western desert and almost wiped out the entire army. If you want to go west, you must be cautious. Fight with the blood on top."
This is the common view of the old people, Mount Sumeru is a peerless horror, it is a dragon pool and a tiger's den, it is difficult to attack, so we need to be cautious.
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