"You said your catastrophe would come in half a year?"

Ye Feng looked at Duan Qianyao and asked out loud.

"Not bad. Duan Qianyao nodded, "Maybe it's because I've reached this realm before, but this time, as soon as I reached the Mahayana stage of cultivation, the date of the coming of the Heavenly Tribulation came to my mind. I thought it would take hundreds or even thousands of years to sense the date of the coming of the heavenly tribulation after reaching the Mahayana period, but I never thought that the heavenly tribulation would come so quickly. ”

"So you became a Tribulation Stage monk when you reached the Mahayana Stage?" Ye Feng frowned. He had already known that the monks who broke through to the Mahayana Heavenly Tribulation would come at any time, and the monks who could sense and know the coming period of their Heavenly Tribulation could be called the Crossing Tribulation Period Monks.

"Well, at least half a year away. In the past six months, I will accompany you on what materials you need to cross the tribulation or what you want to do! Although my current cultivation is only in the early stage of out-of-body cultivation, there should always be a place where I can help you. After a moment of silence, Yefeng spoke.

"Okay. As you know, I've always stayed in Hualing Mountain and never left. Sometimes, I want to find someone to walk with me out of Hualing Mountain. Duan Qian paused for a moment, then laughed, "As for the materials needed to cross the tribulation, do you think that I, a monk who has survived a heavenly tribulation, will need those external forces?"

"Really?" Ye Feng also laughed, and he stretched out a hand: "So, I, a young monk in the early stage of out-of-body stage, are I lucky enough to invite our Hualing Mountain Lord Tribulation Period Monk Duan Qianyao to leave Hualing Mountain for a visit?"

"What do you say?" Duan Qian glanced at Ye Feng, reached out to hold Ye Feng's outstretched hand, and said, "I really don't know where you learned these flamboyant words. ”

"That's all I can say to you. But since you said so, let's put our first stop there. Night Feng smiled and made a decision.

In the evening, the fiery clouds filled half of the sky, turning the sky red, like freshly made marshmallows, giving people a warm feeling. The edge of the clouds, in the afterglow of the setting sun, is inlaid with a brilliant gold edge.

It's a huge city, and it's huge. Outside the city there was a lake, glowing golden in the setting sun, like a large piece of melted gold.

At this moment, the lake is empty, surrounded by insects and grass, silent and not noisy, making people feel calm.

With a rustling sound, a man and a woman walked up, stood by the lake, and looked at the lake.

"When I was a kid, this was my favorite place to be. Staying here, I can think about nothing and lie quietly on the grass for a day. Ye Feng spoke, looking at the lake, his expression was a little complicated: "Moreover, this is also the place where I first met the Heaven Tribulation Immortal Monarch, the first time I met the Great Elder of the Sword Gate, and the first time I set foot on the path of cultivating immortals. Perhaps, if there was no here, I would not have set foot on the road of cultivating immortals, and I would have already become a piece of loess. I won't meet you again. ”

"The environment here is really good. When I was a kid in Wonderland, I also liked to carry this kind of environment. Duan Qianyao softly agreed.

"Let's go, let's go into town. If memory serves, there is a long-established restaurant in the city. The wine there is always spicy. There is a storyteller in the restaurant, and the stories he tells always make people want to listen to them again. ”

Ye Feng smiled, took Duan Qianyao's hand, and walked towards the city in the sunset.

At this time, although it was already evening, there were still many people at the city gate, and no one was coming. Or riding a horse, or riding a car, or wearing a green shirt, a paper fan into the city.

On the city gate, a bronze plaque is engraved with three large characters, indicating the name of the city. It's called, Caoyang County.

After entering the city, Ye Feng did not take Duan Qianyao to the restaurant he said for the first time, but went to forget the area where the Mo clan once lived.

The Mo clan used to have a large living area, accounting for almost one-tenth of the entire Caoyang County. But at this moment, what caught Ye Feng's eyes was an abandoned wasteland with only more than 1,000 acres of land, which was overgrown with weeds and dilapidated.

Looking at the desolation in front of him, Ye Feng was silent for a moment, and then stepped inside. Behind him, Duan Qianyao also followed.

Walking through the fallen stone beams, the night front could still vaguely see the flames of that year, and the corpses everywhere.

Seventy or eighty years have passed since I came to Houshan. The graves he dug up with his own hands are still there. The handwriting on the tomb of the patriarch of the Mo clan and his wife in the center and the tomb of Mo Yuling next to it is still faintly legible.

Walking over and gently stroking the handwriting on the tombstone, Yefeng knelt down and kowtowed three times to the grave bag in front of him.

"If they hadn't taken me back to raise me as a baby, I'm afraid I would have died in some valley. Although I have always called them uncles and aunts, in my heart, they are already equivalent to my parents. ”

Then, Ye Feng stood up and looked at Mo Yuling's grave, looking a little lonely.

"She's my sister. When I came back here, everyone was dead, and she was the only one left. I never forgot what she said when she stroked my face and said it. ”

On the side, Duan Qianyao looked at the grave bags quietly and did not speak.

"Who are you, what are you doing here? This is not a good place for young people to fall in love. ”

Behind him, an old man's voice trembled.

Turning around, an old man in a sackcloth shirt with a blackened bamboo cane hunched up on his back was standing behind them, watching them. The voice was made by the old man.

"Who are you? There should be no one left in the Mo clan. Ye Feng looked at the old man and asked aloud.

"I, I'm the son of the steward of the Mo clan back then. When the Mo clan had an accident, I was only three or four years old, and at that time, I suspected that many people ran out of the Mo clan. By the time I got back, everything had already happened. I think at least I should be like my father, guarding this place, and maybe the survivors of the Mo clan, they can't come back without a home. The old man said, turning his head to look at the graves: "I don't know who dug up these graves, but I think it must be some kind person who doesn't want them to be in the wilderness, so let them be buried in the ground." ”

"yes. Push up the daisies. Ye Feng said a few words. He remembered that he had seen this old man before. He should have been eleven or twelve years old at that time, and the old man at that time was still chubby, and his speech was a little intermittent.

"Let's go. After one last glance at the graves, Ye Feng picked up Duan Qianxiao and left the place. When passing by the old man's side, Ye Feng raised his hand and injected a spiritual power into the old man's body.

This spiritual power can eliminate the pain of some old people, make the old people better, and also bless the children and grandchildren of the old people, so that they will have fewer disasters and fewer difficulties. This can be regarded as Ye Feng's reward for the old man who has guarded this place for seventy or eighty years.

After leaving the Mo clan, Ye Feng took one last look back. He had a feeling that he would never come back here in this life. You have to find the latest chapters by yourself to read books?