Time passed, gradually, when the young sect master of the missionary sect fell into marriage, Chen Fan made a big wedding scene, robbed the bride, and finally forced the red dust fairy to come out, the demon body and Yang Jie, Long Qingyao were thrown into the moat, and half a year has passed.

Half a year ago, the Red Dust Immortals of the Missionary Sect returned to the underground to avoid the Heavenly Tribulation, and the Sword Saint and others confronted the Missionary Sect masters such as Luo Wuxi, so that the Missionary Sect had to give up the pursuit of Chen Fan and Jian Twenty-four and others, so that they could escape the catastrophe by luck.

It has been several months since the Sword Saint and the others left the Eastern Regions, and in the past few months, I don't know how many Missionary Sects have been sent out to hunt down and kill Chen Fan, Sword Twenty-Four and Wu Qingxuan and others, until later, the Missionary Sect no longer sent people to chase and kill, and the Sword Saint and the others left.

Strange sky, strange city, strange land, strange people...... Everything is a strange existence.

The difference is that the continents here, they are all called ...... God's house.

"Divine Mansion ......" in one of these large areas, there are more than a dozen city-like divine mansions, in the southeast direction, a huge mountain range like a dragon's spine crisscrossed, spreading endlessly, so in the staggered position, the formation of many cities...... Within a small county.

A young man dressed in a wrinkled white robe, with a lot of grease and dirt stains on it, was walking down the street drunkenly, carrying a flask in his hand, and from time to time he put it to his lips and took a big sip, as if laughing at himself, muttering in a whisper.

......The young man was very decadent, as if he had no spirit, and in this drunkenness, he even walked crookedly.

Now it should be considered autumn, the autumn wind with a hint of cold, blowing down from the Longji Mountains in the distance, rolling the withered yellow leaves, blowing through this small county town with a small population, and even some closed in the middle of nowhere.

It seems that in the twilight of such a cold and windy autumn, no one wants to wander the streets, just want to return to the warm home as soon as possible, be with their loved ones, and enjoy the warmth of home.

Only this young man seems to be unable to find the direction of home, like a wanderer who has lost his way outside, moving forward in a daze in this street shaking, letting the cold autumn wind blow on his face, not caring, like the cold in this wind, in his feelings, far less than the loneliness in his heart, his back in the twilight, only bleak and gloomy......

Some withered yellow leaves, drifting in the wind, there are a few withered leaves, as if in the body of the young man, found the fate connected with the disease, unwilling to leave, surrounded by him, with his distance, for a long time.

"What bullshit...... Shenfu ...... "The young man was full of wine, and when he shook in this street in the muttering, he picked up the wine jug, put it to his mouth and wanted to continue drinking, but after noticing that the wine jug seemed to be empty, the young man cursed a few words, opened his mouth, raised his neck, and shook the wine jug a few times, until a few drops of wine fell and scattered in his mouth, and then he chirped a few times.

When he looked up, the afterglow of dusk fell on his dull eyes, reflecting the lingering dazedness and bitterness in the depths of his eyes.

"No more alcohol...... It turns out that the wine in this world is really a good thing. The young man lowered his head, muttered to himself, walked towards the familiar winery, and walked over in a daze in the company of the autumn wind.

The winery is not far away, but the young man seems to be stepping on the clouds, a deep and shallow look staggering, with a stick of incense time, in the afterglow of the dusk will be dispersed, only to arrive at the winery, when the door of the winery is opened, a heat wave different from the cold wind outside, accompanied by the sound of noise, rushed to the face.

In the winery, although there are only seven or eight tables, but now it is already full, even the flat benches without tables around are full, and there are even many children, after following their own adults over, they are also running around in this winery, the people in the county, there is no fun to relieve boredom on weekdays, so this winery that sells fairy drunkenness has become one of the few lively places in the county.

Whether it is a joke between neighbors, or a rumor of a large family in the county, even the legend of the immortals, in this wine shop, it is sometimes mentioned loudly after drinking too much, with mystery, attracting laughter from countless people.

For the vast majority of sentient beings, this dull day with some laughter is the greatest pleasure.

"Isn't this Bai Xiucai, shopkeeper, it seems that your immortal here is drunk, and there is another regular customer." After the young man came in, several drunken men in the winery immediately pointed at the young man and laughed.

These words, spoken from the mouths of those as drunk as youth, could not be distinguished from good or malice.

For the young man in front of him, the people in the small county town may be unfamiliar, but the regulars in this wine shop are already familiar, even if this young man only appeared in the small county town a few months ago, never communicated with people, and no one knew what his name was, but the temperament that looked different from the rough man, as well as the white robe, as well as the decadent appearance and the dazed and painful eyes from time to time, would not affect everyone's speculation about this young man in their hearts.

This is a literati and a talent.

Because he wears a white robe, everyone calls him ...... Bai Xiucai.

"This Bai Xiucai should be in a hurry to fail the exam, and he has no face to go home, so he buys drunk ...... all day long"

"No, if you want me to say that this Bai Xiucai must be a dead person in the family, it is estimated that he met robbers on the road, and he couldn't stand the stimulation, so he was so depressed. Everyone in the wine shop can't remember how many times this Bai Xiucai came to buy wine, and at this moment, looking at the other party's decadent appearance, they are all guessing and sighing.

The noise of this noisy discussion reached the ears of the young man, and if he did not hear it, he staggered to the table of the winery, put the wine jug in his hand on it, and muttered in a lazy voice.

"Shopkeeper, have a pot...... The immortals are drunk, and the immortals here are drunk...... It's a good thing. ”

The shopkeeper of the wine shop was an old man, who was wearing a green shirt, looked at the depressed young man in front of him, sighed, and said in a deep voice.

"Bai Xiucai, the New Year is approaching, keep your money and hurry up and go home. ”

The young man was stunned for a moment and laughed again, but the smile was blank and painful, and he took out a large handful ......of silver coins from his arms and slapped them on the table.

"Shopkeeper, are you bullying me for having no money!"

The shopkeeper frowned, seeing that the young man did not know the hearts of good people, and was a little displeased, he took the silver coin, filled the jug and threw it away, and then ignored it.

The young man took the wine jug, his eyes showed a hint of greed, and he quickly took a big sip, his face was a little strangely ruddy, and his eyes became more and more misty, but there was a smile on his face, and he walked out of the wine shop slowly.

Several children in the winery came to the young man in the chase at this moment, and when they saw the young man like this, they all played around him, and sometimes the children's voice came out, calling for the drunkard.

The young man ignored it, and after walking out of the winery, the sky outside was dark, and the autumn wind was even colder.

Under that listlessness, the blackness of his heart also spread to his eyes, and in the cloud, his figure gradually swayed away, until he reached a dilapidated temple, and then he fell, leaning against the wall of the temple, holding a wine jug, one sip, one sip, one sip......

The autumn wind was colder, and the wind around it became louder, like a whimper, echoing in the ears, blowing the dead leaves all over the ground, making a rustling sound on the ground, and some of them were rolled up and fell on the young man's body.

The young man looked at the withered leaves that fell on the back of his hand in amazement...... He covered the back of his hand with an inconspicuous bracelet.

This bracelet was left to him by Long Qingyao when he blocked the magic power of the Red Dust Immortal of the Missionary Sect for him......

"Qing'er ......" The young man whispered, the sadness in his heart resurfaced at this moment, he could only drink wine, and use this immortal drunk to immerse himself in that drunken confusion, immersed in drunkenness, it seems that this is the only way...... can make him forget the sadness of the past and the confusion about the future.

He is Chen Fan.

The once beloved, the promise that was never made, the eyes full of love, it seems that just like this season, summer has passed, autumn ...... Before you know it, it's all gone.

disappeared together, as well as his home, with his failure to save Long Qingyao and completely offended the missionary sect, he lost his home.

Everything was gone after he woke up in this strange god's mansion......

Home, gone.