Han Ming looked puzzled and asked curiously, "You, have you really seen me?"

The little girl nodded firmly, took Han Ming's hand and walked into the house, as if she wanted to say something.

When Shi Lingxin saw this scene, he was immediately helpless, and shouted miserably: "You all went to talk one by one, so why should I go? Tower God, show me the way!"

The little girl turned her head and roared angrily: "What so much nonsense, aren't you going to the fifth floor? Count all the grass on the ground for me, I won't even let you go if I can't count it!"

Suddenly, Shi Lingxin shook his head like a deflated ball, and thought: "Anyway, it's better to have something than nothing, they all hid to the side one by one, I'll just count the grass and play, hey!"

After thinking about it, Shi Lingxin really squatted on the ground and counted the grass one by one.

Inside the farmhouse, there is a simple rattan chair, a wooden square table, and a pink bed. On the wall, there is a portrait of Han Ming, but the Han Ming on the portrait is obviously more temperamental.

When people look at the portrait, they have a feeling of not being angry and arrogant.

Han Ming looked at the portrait, his eyes were inexplicably attracted, and he stepped forward and slowly stroked the portrait. After a long while, he came back to his senses and asked, "This, isn't this my portrait?"

The little girl nodded and smiled softly: "Master, you have been gone for so long, you didn't know to come and see us." This time I want you to accompany Rong'er well!, okay?"

Han Ming's face was a little embarrassed, but looking at Rong'er's pitiful feeling, there was a trace of relaxation in his heart.

But fortunately, he was more determined, and said helplessly: "Rong'er, I'm afraid not." I need to go to the fifth floor and get something to save my love!"

Rong'er bit her lip and asked sadly, "Did you save Sister Ziling?"

"Ziling, who is Ziling? I think, you really recognize the wrong person, I guess we just look alike!" Han Ming asked confusedly, and then said with a wry smile.

Rong'er also looked at the portrait stupidly, and said in a moving tone: "No, I will definitely not admit my mistake." You are him, and you are, and you will be. I know the woman in you, I know, I always know!"

Han Ming sighed lightly and smiled softly, "Hey, okay! By the way, the person you are talking about, whether it is me or not, you can tell me his story! I'm really curious!"

"Do you really want to hear it?" asked Rong'er playfully as she stuck out her tongue and asked cutely.

Han Ming nodded firmly, and said precisely: "Yes, I'm really curious about who this person is!

Rong'er covered her mouth and snickered, and said mischievously: "Hehe, the Tower of Babel is really not very powerful! It's just the master's toy, you will know it later! Now I'll tell you what happened to you!"

After saying that, Rong'er began to talk longingly about the past.

As for Han Ming, he was helpless. He grew up, and all of this was not just an illusion, nor did he lose his memory. So he knew very well why he might just look alike this person.

Heavenly Divine Power was just an accident for Han Ming.

At the edge of a stream, Kong Jia and Qi Meng sat there, both silent.

After a long time, Kong Jia asked coldly: "Qianji, that bastard, how is it now? The original demon in his heart has been broken for so long now, right?"

Qi Meng's eyes widened, and she said in disbelief: "Heart Demon? What kind of heart demon? Could it be that you say that my master has always had a heart demon? Impossible, I think Master is normal every day!"

"Normal, normal fart! He's normal? It's normal to run away to rob other people's wives? And rob my brother's wife, if it weren't for him, how could I have entered the Foluo Temple, the rival of the Qianyang Sect, in a fit of rage!"

Kong Jia was furious, and couldn't help but shout at Qimeng.

At this moment, Qi Meng finally knew that his master, the old man Qianji, still had such a past with Kong Jia. Listening to the meaning of Kong Jia's words, it turned out that the two were still brothers.

Qimeng lowered her head and bit her lip, suddenly not knowing what to say. After a while, he slowly raised his head, looking at Kong Jia, whose face was a little decadent and sad, and couldn't help but want to comfort him.

After a long time, Qimeng asked in a low voice, "I really don't know about my master's affairs. If you could, could you tell me the story between you?"

When Kong Jia heard this, he couldn't help but glance at Qimeng. shy, with a hint of embarrassment. Kong Jia suddenly remembered the woman who had been with him for more than 50 years, and she was the same when she first saw her.

"She's my wife, Lily! We met in a small town, I was a monk, and she was the heir of a big family. Later we fell in love, but her father didn't want to fulfill us, but wanted to kill me. Forced to do so, Lily ran away from home with me and wandered to the ends of the earth! Since then, I have been determined to become a strong man, so that Lily's father can look up to me!"

Kong Jia paused, and continued to remember: "Later, we lived in a deep mountain. Qianji and I were originally a very good pair of brothers. But because of the demons in his heart, it hurt his whole life!"

Qimeng's eyes were filled with tears, and she asked in a low voice, "What happened later? What did Master do to your wife, why did you hate Master so much for so many years, and Master never said anything about you!"

Kong Jia smiled bitterly and continued self-deprecatingly: "At the beginning, Qianji was attacked by the people of the Demon Dao, and then he planted demons in his heart. Anything that can become stronger can make his heart demonic. Once, Qianji came to me for a drink and confided in me about the troubles caused by his demons. At that time, there was nothing I could do, and the only thing I could do was to get drunk with him into a puddle of mud.

Pull back, unintentionally. He found out that my wife's body turned out to be a primordial body, as long as he had sex with the woman of the primordial spirit. You can increase your cultivation invisibly, which is why my cultivation soared in the first place.

At that time, I was drunk, and I was forbidden by the demons of Qianji, and I was imprisoned. Started to my wife, to her... After that, my wife killed herself! Since then, I have been looking for him, and I have always wanted to fight him to the death! But he has never dared to see me!"

After saying this, Kong Jia couldn't help but shed tears. Thinking back on this unbearable past always makes him sad.

At this time, Qimeng's tears were like a flood, out of control. Choked up and asked, "Did the master know all this when he woke up?" Didn't he tell you clearly?"

Kong Jia shook his head, lowered his head and closed his eyes, and said, "No, he later entered the Qianyang Sect and vowed to never step into the outside world again." I know he's atoning for the sins he's created, but, oh!"

When he heard this, Qimeng didn't know how to comfort Kong Jia, so he had to say with a sad face: "Then can't you forgive Master? After all, he is also unintentional, and he doesn't want to get it!"

"Even though I wanted to forgive him, he wouldn't see me again. Over the years, I have been resentful. Spent the whole day at the Flora Monastery and didn't want to go out at all. If it weren't for the Great Elder, this trip to Babel could fulfill my long-cherished wish for many years, I wouldn't have come!" Kong Jia smiled helplessly and continued.

At this moment, Rong'er had already finished telling the story of the person who was exactly the same as Han Ming.

After hearing this, Han Ming said with infinite emotion: "Your hometown is really a peculiar place! Its cultivation is so high, far from being comparable to us here. Then why did he die again?"

Rong'er actually knew that her master was dead for a long time, but when she saw Han Ming's face, she couldn't help but want to treat him as her master, which could be regarded as a kind of nostalgia.

"I don't know about this, but the master said that he will come back, and he will come back to take us back to our hometown. This is his promise to us!Hey, it would be nice if the master could be like you and talk to me quietly!" Rong'er shook her head, and then smiled with satisfaction.

Han Ming also smiled and asked, "Could it be that your master hasn't spoken to you before?" you are so cute, he should also take care of you as a sister!"

Rong'er's face suddenly became sad, and she said with some annoyance: "He only has that Ziling in his heart, and only that Ziling Fairy." What am I, I'm just a little pink dragon who hasn't grown up!"

Han Ming felt helpless, and he didn't know what to say. It is even more impossible for him to speak ill of this master, otherwise this Rong'er will definitely not let him go.

Now Han Ming finally knew that the tower gods of the entire Tower of Babel were actually divine dragons. In their hometown, there had been a big change, which made the existence of these dragons a crisis.

When they saw that the dragon was about to be wiped out, it was their master who saved them and gave them a place to live, which was the Tower of Babel. At that time, they could still hang out at will.

But now, since their master's soul returned to the West, they have been confined to the Tower of Babel.

Perhaps, this is fate. Fate gave them life, but it locked up their freedom. Despite this, they still believe in their master and are unwilling to betray them.

And their owner also has a fantastic name, Purple Maple Immortal Monarch!

After saying this, Rong'er's mood seemed to be much better, and she said with a smile: "Your name is Han Ming, right? I heard that the eldest brother on the first floor heard of you, and when he saw you, he was also frightened." If you don't know that your master is dead, I'm afraid you have to believe that you are the master!"

Han Ming smiled embarrassedly and asked strangely, "By the way, how did you know that your master was dead? Could it be that he told you before he died?"

Rong'er nodded at first, then shook her head, and said directly: "It's okay, it's not not." Once upon a time, the Tower of Babel originally had its hundredth floor. The master had said that as soon as he died, the top floor would disappear, and that the top floor would house one of his most powerful souls. When the top floor disappeared, we knew the owner was dead!"

Han Ming nodded with a sudden realization, and said in a tone full of admiration: "Your master is really not an ordinary person! But Immortal Monarch, how is this title a bit like the Immortal Realm!"

Rong'er didn't hear Han Ming's words, and said to herself: "After so many years, I don't remember how long the master has been gone! I don't know when he will come back, and I don't know when we will be free!"

"Don't worry, you will definitely be able to see that day!" Han Ming looked at Rong'er firmly and said with confidence.

At this moment, Rong'er felt the temperament and aura on Han Ming's body. That kind of atmosphere, just like the previous owner of Rong'er, is full of sunshine and makes people believe!