After a while, they all ran cleanly, leaving only the trembling Fan family father and son and a group of thugs who fell to the ground and groaned. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Huh?" Yin Yang snorted coldly, so frightened that the father and son's feet weakened, and they knelt down with a plop.

"Miss Dan'er has a lot, our father and son are offended, don't you pay Miss Dan'er, I hope you will forgive me!" Fan Shishan didn't know whether he was frightened by ghosts or Yin Yang's fierce appearance, and he spoke at this time.

"Get out, dare to move Dan'er a single hair in the future, and I will let your Fan family disappear completely."

Fan Shishan picked up Fan Ren, got up and staggered into the distance, and a group of thugs endured the pain and supported each other, but those who fell down also hurriedly fled in a hurry.

"Childe, if you offend the Fan family, will we stay in this town in the future?" Dan'er lay in her chair, a little worried.

"Don't be afraid, we'll stay in this town and won't go anywhere, have you forgotten what the identity of the son is?" Yin Yang returned to her and held her in his arms.

They were here in a clear wind, but the people in the town were extremely panicked, they fled to the house in a panic and closed the door, and within a moment there was no one on the street, and the storefront of Yan Street also closed the door immediately, at this time, even the wandering dog was gone, and the whole town seemed extremely quiet, strangely quiet.

But there was nothing unusual until the next day, and there was the courage to come out to buy something, and the shop was only half-open and went about business, but the pedestrians on the street were in a hurry, and no one dared to linger for a moment.

Three days passed, and the people of the town gradually resumed their routines.

However, no one dared to approach Wutong Street, and no one dared to take a second look at No. 13 Wutong Street.

The five or six families in the adjacent No. 13 have all moved out in the past three days, and the other residents have closed their doors and used the back door to enter and exit, so Wutong Street has become an empty street, and no one dares to leave.

The boundless autumn leaves fall in a thick layer on the ground, as if to seal the place.

Yin Yang didn't care about everything that happened around him, he opened the door of the shop wide, sat near the door, looked at the fallen leaves flying in the sky, and fell into deep thought.

This is the autumn leaves, the leaves are not the end of life, but from the moment they leave the branches, they enter a journey of life, which is another life.

The cycle of life is repeated, death means life, and life also means death.

The process between life and death is the meaning of life, life blooms at this time, just like the dead leaves at this moment, after breaking away from the branches, dancing in the wind, dancing the swan song of life, and finally falling silent, and then waiting for Nirvana to be reborn.

Yin Yang's eyes became brighter and brighter, and an invisible aura emanated from his body, and the mist-like round pill in the dantian in his body was about to move, but in the end, he was pressed down, and the aura dissipated without a trace.

"My Tao is autumn, autumn is not only the axis of the four seasons, but also the axis of life and death, let me also be a withered leaf, from birth to death, from the beginning to the end, through the prosperity and loneliness of life, to a nirvana of life!"

There was expectation in his eyes, and he faintly felt that if he succeeded, he would break through the shackles all the way and reach the next big realm.

……

Time flies, the past three years.

The turmoil of three years ago has passed, but a shadow has been hanging over everyone's hearts, like pressing a boulder, which will not disperse for a long time and cannot be let go for a long time, because No. 13 Wutong Street is a ghost nest.

The two people in the ghost den have not left, and they still don't know if they are people or ghosts, anyway, no one has seen them walk out of Wutong Street, and their appearance has gradually turned into hideous and terrifying evil ghosts in the passage of time.

No one dared to mention the name of Dan'er, and the Fan family never came to trouble again, a place with fierce ghosts, plus a martial arts master, who couldn't beat him openly, and secretly feared that ghosts would be entangled, which couldn't be provoked no matter how you looked at it.

can't afford to hide, so the Fan family has restrained a lot, Fan Shishan is even more secluded, easily does not show up, and his baby fool rarely appears in front of people.

Yin Yang and Dan'er's life calmed down, the elixir worked, Dan'er's spirit improved day by day, but it was still a little thin, but thirty chickens just came in handy, as for Yin Yang, his body was as strong as a tiger, and what kind of chicken did he eat, now that the neighbors have moved away, they have no scruples, and they have to fight for nearly an hour every night, so they are not happy.

The oil, salt, firewood and rice were all bought back by Yin Yang from another town dozens of miles away, and Dan'er only cooked and washed her life, and lived a very leisurely life.

Yin Yang writes with a Zhuxian pen every day, or paints against the autumn colors of the sky, and his home is full of his various calligraphy and paintings, and the walls can't be hung, so they are all rolled up and piled up, taking up half of the house, and the whole house is filled with the smell of ink and paper paddles.

During this period, he went overseas and saw the natural barrier, which was a huge and majestic fog wall that crossed the heavens and the earth, which was not at all something that the little monk could break, except for a sigh, he naturally had to return to the town and settle down.

Occasionally, a few Taoist priests came to the town, but as soon as the Taoist priests heard about the encounter of the old road on Niutou Mountain, they all felt a chill below and ran away quietly.

If you are free, it is a ghost exorcism master within a radius of a hundred miles, and even he is not an opponent, forget it, it is still a matter of life.

There are also Taoist priests who are not afraid of tigers with newborn calves, but they are all secretly used by the skeletons, and they are so frightened that they flee away.

……

The sycamore leaves on Wutong Street are green and yellow, yellow and green, and ten years have passed in the blink of an eye again.

In the past ten years, the efforts of the three major forces to hunt him down have decreased, especially the Qingzhumen, no disciples have been involved in this matter, and the other two factions have also slowly faded.

Five hundred and twenty-eight years after the Infernal Calendar, this year, Dan'er finally became pregnant, which made the two ecstatic.

In the spring of the 529th year of the Infernal Calendar, Dan'er salivated a baby boy, and Yin Yang named it Yin Jun.

Yin Jun has been smart since he was a child, and he is extremely delicate, and he is seven points similar to Yin Yang.

At the age of fourteen, he not only learned the calligraphy and painting skills taught by his father seven or eight points, but also became infinitely powerful under the supervision and training of Yin Yang, and practiced a good kung fu.

It's just a pity that he doesn't have a spiritual vein, but Yin Yang wants to open it, and it's not bad to be a mortal and live peacefully for a hundred years, it's better than being a monk and accidentally getting his soul scattered.

Yin Jun naturally didn't know his father's identity, otherwise he wouldn't know how to feel.

It has been twenty-four years since he came to Infernal Island, and Yin Yang is forty-eight years old, he has not used a trace of spiritual power over the years, and the years have left some traces on his face, and his hair has also turned a little gray.

Dan'er has also changed from a sixteen-year-old girl to a middle-aged woman in her forties, but with Yin Yang's endless elixir nourishment, she looks like she is in her early thirties.

On this day, a family of three gathered around a table to eat, and the dishes were fried bamboo shoots, back to the pot meat, steamed fish, and a yam stewed pheasant soup.

The dishes look extremely sophisticated.