Ahead, it is an unknown place, it is not bad now, there is nothing to seal the back road, giving Yun Fan a chance to survive, but only this stone wall, Yun Fan actually found some magical powers that Yun Fan has been exposed to, for example, Iron Fist, this simple magical power, covered on the fist, has a different effect, but there is actually a place here, and there is actually an analysis. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Cultivation in all aspects, this experience, made Yun Fan a little stunned, no worse than his own comprehension, of course, Yun Fan did not feel that he was any terrible power, because these are the most basic supernatural powers, and what is recorded here is also the most basic supernatural powers.

Yun Fan stretched out his hand to touch the carved supernatural pictures, so lifelike, the marks were actually carved with a knife, Yun Fan was surprised, this does not have any sense of spiritual power, If it is really just carved with an ordinary knife, how much determination and perseverance is required.

Suddenly, there was a wheezing sound, it seemed to be very heavy, Yun Fan was surprised, this feeling, it didn't look like a strong man at all, just like an old man, Yun Fan didn't hurry and walked slowly, every step, it seemed to have a mark, not far away, a door, or rather, a small cabin.

Yun Fan held the rusty sword in his hand and walked slowly, as if he was facing a great enemy, Yun Fan did not feel any momentum, only a feeling of heroic twilight, what was inside, Yun Fan didn't know, what was outside Yun Fan didn't know.

But outside the secret room, the Zhentian Legion was already preparing to evacuate, because, so far, Yun Fan has not sent out any news, and Yun Fan has not found that he can pass on the news, but Yun Fan now always feels a familiar feeling, this feeling, so far away.

"Mortal's sword." Suddenly, a sound came from inside the wooden house, which made Yun Fan's rusty sword fall down with a bang, and there was a sharp pain in his heart, and for some reason, he coughed twice in the wooden house, I don't know what the reason was.

"Are you the heir of mortal?" The voice asked again, Yun Fan felt a sharp pain in his heart, his nose was sore, he wiped away a few tears that flowed out, and slowly walked towards the wooden house like a toddler.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, like a summer breeze, blowing away the dust of Yun Fan's heart, blowing away Yun Fan's years of exhaustion, bringing endless joy to Yun Fan, the wooden house was close at hand, Yun Fan wanted to push open the wooden door, but the heavy legs made Yun Fan's hands weak, his hands were trembling violently, and there was a cough from the wooden house, which made Yun Fan's heart cramp.

"Crunch" pushed open the wooden door, a dilapidated wooden table, a long wooden bed, a dying old man, his weather-beaten face was full of pain, and Yun Fan's heart was like a knife.

"You're here." The old man spoke, and then coughed violently, Yun Fan felt helped up, and patted his back gently, for fear that there would be other troubles.

"Son, are you the heir of Fan'er?" Suddenly, this old man said such words, which made Yun Fan burst into tears, because he had taught Yun Fan how to cultivate, and when Yun Fan was young and ignorant, he took care of Yun Fan's daily life, he was the village chief of Feiyang Village, the village chief who had disappeared for countless years, and the person who made Yun Fan regret it.

"Village Chief." Suddenly Yun Fan trembled and shouted these two words, the old man trembled, two lines of blood and tears flowed out of the old face, Yun Fan suddenly found that he was no longer visible, and there was no trace of spiritual power in the meridians.

Yun Fan only remembered now that there was such an understanding of the basic supernatural powers, only the old village chief in front of him, who had studied the basic supernatural powers all his life and created an old man with thousands of volumes, and now, he was actually gasping for a while, Yun Fan felt a pang in his heart, he knew the mood of the old man, he used the existence of the elixir generally, and hung his life with the heavenly medicine that was almost one in countless years.

Now he is far away from the legendary Feiyang Village and came here, what is it for, Yun Fan doesn't know, but Yun Fan knows, sure, this old man, Yun Fan's old village chief, Yun Fan's great benefactor, has something to fail to complete, and he is unwilling, and he must be the one who can pour out a purple realm within five years, he is the wise old man in the mouth of the origin!

"Fan'er, you, are you Fan'er?" Suddenly, this old village chief, this wise man, his mouth was trembling, and his voice was so pitiful, as if he had experienced countless tortures, Yun Fan, could no longer hold back his tears, this old man, it can be said that he gave himself a home, took care of himself and Yun Wanchuan grew up, if it weren't for him, Yun Fan and Yun Wanchuan would have died long ago.

"Village Chief." Yun Fan's voice trembled, even if he lived for hundreds of thousands of years, his heart was still very fragile, even if he was decisive and resolute, but it was to the enemy, this old man, gave himself a different touch, gave himself a family affection whose blood was thicker than water, and smeared a different rainbow in the sky in his heart.

Now that he has entered his old age, there is no trace of blood in his body, only a feeling of twilight, as if he will be at any time

As if the immortal was gone, Yun Fan held his hand, for fear that he would leave immediately.

"Fan'er, after you go to the Emperor Realm, do you want to take it away and rebuild it!" Suddenly, the old man said solemnly, Yun Fan nodded, indicating that this was indeed the case, the old man coughed and sighed, as if he was feeling Yun Fan, or so.

"My parents have been kind to me, and if they are alive, remember to be kind to his brother and his parents, they are good people." The old man instructed, like his last words, very solemn, Yun Fan, nodded, and stroked the old man's hand, for fear that he would leave, Yun Fan was also remorseful, why didn't he make a decision earlier, why didn't he meet this place earlier.

Since he left Feiyang Village after the king, he got the news that the old man left, at that time it was like a thunderbolt from the sky, looking for countless years, but still did not find it, I didn't expect to meet here, the old man carved the experience of his precious life on the stone wall, telling future generations that the foundation can not be forgotten, even if this old man, the strength is only in the Purple Void Realm, but he is already a legend.

"Fan'er, I can see you in my lifetime, I am also a matter of heart, I have lived for so long, there is no attachment, I have also been to see the Heavenly Sect, although it is not as good as before, but it is still thriving, I hope that you can put away your arrogance, strong, not too arrogant, you must learn to convince people with reason, monks, you must fight to protect the world, not your own selfishness." The old man hummed and taught, but Yun Fan was familiar with it, even if hundreds of thousands of years had passed, this sentence still echoed in Yun Fan's mind.

"The world is big, all can settle down, the sky is wide, and the red dust calculation can also accommodate it, my generation of monks should be based on protecting the world's common people." The old man was passing on the comprehension of his life to Yun Fan, he knew that Yun Fan was arrogant, he wouldn't listen to anyone's words, coughed twice, or said it, Yun Fan wrote it down carefully, the corners of the old man's mouth raised, and he didn't sigh because of life.

"Remember, the common people are the goal that we monks pursue." Suddenly, after the old man finished saying this, the old hand in Yun Fan's hand suddenly softened, and the old man maintained his serene face, and the corners of his mouth were still raised, as if to tell Yun Fan that he had no regrets.

Yun Fan was sobbing, he wanted to cry, but he held on to it for the sake of the so-called face, knelt on the ground, and kept repenting, he knew that he owed this old man too much, and he still didn't do the old man's advice, and the arrogance in his heart made Yun Fan want to go crazy.

"He left something under his pillow." Bai Lian faintly sent out a divine thought, as if he was telling Yun Fan something, only to see Yun Fan slowly lift the old man, remove the pillow, and find that it was actually a scroll of calligraphy and painting, he knew that the old man liked to paint some landscape paintings on weekdays, as expected, this was still a landscape painting.

But when Yun Fan slowly opened it, the tears could no longer be suppressed, and they flowed down frantically, because the picture on it was two children and an old man, a child was very naughty, riding on the old man's neck, as if the old man was young and vigorous, and there were no patients, who knows, that person was Yun Fan, tears wet the painting page, Yun Fan hurriedly brushed it away, for fear of death.

Holding the old man, howling and crying, Yun Fan was crying in pain like a child, Yun Fan felt as if someone was touching him, it turned out to be an obsession, Yun Fan wanted to hug the obsession left by the old man, who knew that the old man just waved his hand, and then disappeared, never to be seen again, Yun Fan was already crazy, and he still didn't do it.

This painting was on Yun Fan's sixth birthday, at that time, it was measured that Yun Fan was very talented in cultivation, the old man was very happy, and he packed a lot of things back from the Drunken Immortal Building, and several people suffered a lot, as for that picture, it was at night, the scene of frolic, and the picture of the past reappeared in Yun Fan's mind, only memories, and his whole body was trembling and twitching.

Yun Fan felt as if he had lost something most important, his heart seemed to be missing, as if his heart had changed from red to gray in an instant, Yun Fan felt a blur in front of him, as if he couldn't see anything, Yun Fan was in pain, his muscles were bursting up, he was beating the ground desperately, the ground was sinking, and Yun Fan's tears wet his robe.

The white robe seemed to be flowing with Yun Fan's blood, Yun Fan didn't know how to comfort himself, every time he saw the old man in his arms, Yun Fan didn't have the courage to stop, he only felt that no one seemed to give him such a touch in this life.

For a while, I was actually demented, I didn't know what to do, it seemed that I didn't know how to look at life anymore, the spiritual power was faintly in the dantian, and there was a sharp pain in the meridians, but Yun Fan didn't care at all, the tears broke the embankment, so that Yun Fan couldn't bear the pain, and no one knew Yun Fan's discomfort.

The old man's kindness to him, Yun Fan can't repay it, the first medicine of the origin is what Yun Fan should offer, and renewing his life is what Yun Fan should do, not accompanying the old man, making Yun Fan regret it for the rest of his life!