Fan Chen shook his head: "It was her daughter who I saved back then. ”

Even if you do the math, the witch war has been a full 9,000 years since then, and if the child saved by Fan Chen back then is still alive, it will be 9,000 years old at most.

Nostalgia sat on the soft grass and watched the remnant sun on the lake and waited for Fan Chen to continue, but who thought that Fan Chen closed his eyes as if he was asleep.

Ten thousand years ago, when the golden lingzhi was ripe, Shao Binglan, who was in charge of the flowers and plants in the world, invited the four worlds to watch the competition for the golden lingzhi.

At that time, Fan Chen had just taken over as the patriarch of the Baicao Clan, and participated in the competition for the Golden Lingzhi in order to forge the nine-turn glazed buckle and rewrite the life of the Baicao Clan. But early in the morning on the first day of the competition for Jin Lingzhi, he made a mistake and was bounced out of the pavilion in the painting.

"The Baicao Clan is just a nameless tribe, if you really take this golden Lingzhi is a joke between heaven and earth, only you are optimistic about him." Seeing that Fan Chen was ejected from the pavilion in the painting, a scholar looked like a scholar and jokingly said to the young woman sitting next to him while drinking tea.

The disdain and ridicule on the scholar's face made Fan Chen furious, and he was about to draw his sword to face him, but he heard the woman beside the scholar say softly: "The Baicao clan is no longer nameless, as the patriarch has the responsibility to dare to fight, it is better than the pavilion master sitting here and watching the battle with my woman, it is much more heroic." ”

The voice was as soft as herself, but there was a lot of strength in the gentleness, which made the scholar blush, and paused for a long time before he said: "My Treasure Pavilion has collected all the treasures in the world, and the little golden lingzhi is not in my eyes." ”

"Oh, really?" Fan Chen looked at the woman who spoke in surprise, saw her looking towards him, and lowered his head and walked out of the central hall.

The Baicao Clan was originally a foreign race in the human world, and it had a few chances of winning in the competition with these immortal sects, if he had just drawn his sword against the Treasure Pavilion Lord, he would definitely cause trouble for the Baicao Clan. Fan Chen sighed, found a quiet place, sat down, and began to draw the formation he had just drawn.

Before he knew it, the sun was about to set, and Fan Chen looked at the unfinished formation on the ground and was full of admiration in his heart: "This Penglai formation is really remote, and if you take a wrong step, you will lose everything." ”

"The island master's painting array is the strange array of the Four Realms, even if you understand how to go today, it will be difficult to break the formation when you enter tomorrow." Fan Chen looked at the formation on the ground and became a god, but the people behind him looked at Fan Chen who drew the formation and also became a god.

Fan Chen turned around, and saw that the person who came was a woman in the daytime, and hurriedly got out of the way: "It's you?" I haven't thanked the girl for relieving my Baicao clan during the day. ”

"Girl? Fanchen, I am thirteen,000 years old. As soon as the woman spoke, Fan Chen's eyes widened.

Although the immortal world can have immortality and eternal face, but 13,000 years old is afraid that few people can live. Just when Fan Chen weighed and didn't know how to speak, the girl smiled and said, "I am the princess Jingli of the Wu clan, you can call me Princess Sheng." ”

looked at a gentle smile in his eyebrows and eyes, but who would have thought that such a person would be covered in blood and entrusted to Fanchen with his child after a thousand years.

Thinking of this, Fan Chen suddenly opened his eyes, and the Four Realms covered everything of the Wu Clan with blood, and when he thought of this, it seemed that there was a fire burning in his heart.

Fan Chen, who opened his eyes, turned around and found that nostalgia was still sitting there and not leaving: "What? Interested in the Wicans? ”

"I have no interest in the Wu Clan, but I have a lot of interest in the owner of the lake, I didn't expect the stars on the Spring Lake to be so intertwined and complicated, and I didn't see anything Mingtang after looking at it for a long time." I miss looking at the lakeside reflecting the stars, which encompasses the mysteries of everything in the world but can't understand it.