Looking at Ziyi, who was extremely grief-stricken, Yan Lan, who was also in pain, tried her best to calm herself down. Because he realizes that when both of them are sad at the same time, it will only make people sadder more.

"Sister Yi'er, don't cry, Uncle is in the spirit of heaven, he won't be happy to see you so uncomfortable. Yan Lan rubbed her reddened eyes and gently helped Zi Yi, who was lying on Qing Xuan's corpse and crying bitterly.

Ziyi threw herself into Yan Lan's arms and whimpered: "Brother Lan'er, I'm uncomfortable......" After saying a few words, she couldn't cry again.

Yan Lan knew that at this moment, no matter what words of comfort she had, she couldn't make up for the grief of parting from life and death, so she had to gently hug Ziyi and slowly pat her shoulder.

At this time, in the direction of Wuyi City, several figures rose. Then it fell down again, and there was not much movement. At the same time, several spiritual senses radiated over, swept by, and disappeared without a trace.

Yan Lan was trying to appease Ziyi, when he suddenly heard the sound of hunting clothes breaking in the distance, and when he looked up, a tall figure immediately walked to his side.

Yan Lan's heart moved, and he immediately looked at the person who came vigilantly.

By the moonlight, Yan Lan saw that this person was dressed as a monk, with a bright head on his head, wearing a gray monk's robe, with a wide body and a solemn face, and he didn't seem to be an evil person.

"Amitabha, life and death are fateful, a drink and a peck, it is already doomed, the two donors should not be overly sad. When the visitor saw a man lying on the ground, his life was gone, he shouted the Buddha's name and opened his mouth to admonish.

"Life and death are fate, I don't believe it. Lives are maintained by strength, those who are at the peak of the strong, who can take their lives? Ants and mortals in the world, if you want him to die today, he will not see the sun tomorrow. Life and death are fate, that's just a lie to deceive the world......"

Yan Lan was already in a low mood, hearing this innocuous sentence, especially hearing the meaning of the comer, Qing Xuan's death this time was fate, and his resentment skyrocketed.

"If it weren't for the destruction of my spiritual root, Uncle Qingxuan would not have died. Yan Lan gritted his teeth, his heart was very depressed at the moment, and his tone was naturally no longer merciful.

"Hmm......" The monk was stunned, he was kind enough to persuade others, but he didn't want to be ridiculed like this. However, he was deeply saddened and indignant, smiled slightly, and said: "The donor's words are not unreasonable, but no matter how sad you are, you can't save your life, so it's better to bury the person first, put it into the ground, and I can chant for him to spend the ......."

"What is your name, what sect and sect do you come from?" Yan Lan saw that this person was not malicious, although the words of relief did not match his heart, but he was also kind, and he did not want to offend too much, so he interrupted the other party's words and asked suspiciously.

The other party didn't mind, and said with a smile: "The little monk's name is Wuse, from the Mifan Sect, I don't know where the two donors come from?"

"Wuse?" Yan Lan frowned, if it weren't for the grief in his heart, he really felt that this Dharma name was quite joyful.

"We have no door and no faction, and we want to go to Tiangangmen on the top of Wuyuan Mountain. Yan Lan saw that the other party's breath was upright, so he told the truth.

"Good, good, Tiangangmen and my Mifan Sect are both famous and decent, but Tiangangmen recruits disciples, which is extremely strict, if you want to go to learn from the teacher, I am afraid that you will have to suffer some hardships, whether you can enter depends on the qualifications and opportunities. Wu Se said eloquently.

Ziyi heard the conversation between the two at this moment, and she was still crying, but the crying was no longer so heartbreaking.

Yan Lan bowed his head and was silent, now that his spiritual root was destroyed, he had nowhere to go, but first he had to complete the things entrusted by Qing Xuan, and he had to go to Tiangangmen. At this time, Wu Se said some things, and suddenly thought of where he would go in the future, and he had no idea where to go with his cultivation, and he suddenly felt at a loss.

Wu Se bent down and said solemnly: "In the middle of the night, the two donors may be in danger here, it is better to bury the predecessors first, I will go to the city to find a place to live, you can stay for the time being, and then choose a day through the teleportation circle, and you can go to Tiangangmen in an instant." ”

Yan Lan frowned and nodded in agreement. gently pushed Ziyi away, and said in a harmonious voice: "Yi'er, let's let Uncle go into the ground first!"

Ziyi's eyes were red, she looked at Qingxuan nostalgically, and said quietly: "Brother Lan'er, I don't want to bury my father, even if my father is gone, I still want to see him every day......"

Yan Lan's eyes turned red, he lowered his head and looked at Qing Xuan, suddenly thought of the ring in his hand, his eyes lit up, and said, "Yi'er, put on this space storage ring and see if you can hide your father in it." ”

Ziyi was stunned, she vaguely remembered that Qing Xuan had told her that this space storage ring was extremely mysterious, and many objects could be hidden in it, but only dead things could be hidden, not living people. Now that Qing Xuan is dead, he is no longer a living person, and it stands to reason that he can hide in the space storage ring.

Ziyi sighed, took the ring, and after dripping blood to recognize the master, his heart moved, and Qingxuan's body disappeared.

"You can hide!"

Ziyi's dim eyes were slightly bright, and then his mind immersed himself in the ring space, and found that the ring space was spherical, with a diameter of about ten zhang. All objects are arranged in the ring space evenly according to their respective attributes. At the edge of the space, Qing Xuan's body was suspended in the air, motionless, as if even time was imprisoned.

Feeling Qingxuan's cold body, thinking of the hands that were still warm yesterday, Ziyi was tearful again, and quickly took a look, unable to bear to look at it again.

"This benefactor doesn't need to be overly sad. I once heard Master say that when a person dies, his soul will go to the Nine Shadows. If you have great magical powers, you can break into the realm of the Nine Shadows, forcibly seize the soul, repair the body, and then you can return to the soul and return to the yang. ”

"It's just that such means disrupt order, disrupt reincarnation, and are extremely against heaven, and those who do it will suffer great condemnation. However, Master and his old man have also heard the legend of this matter, can it come true, in today's world, who has such magical powers? Hey, sin and sin, my Buddha is merciful, how can I tell you such a thing against the heavens. ”

Wuse's face was solemn, I don't know if he really felt sinful, or if he was just pretending.

When Yan Lan heard this, his heart shook violently, and he muttered to himself: "When a person dies, the soul will go to the Nine Shadows?" So, will the souls of his father and Ling Yu also go to the Nine Shadows. If I cultivate great supernatural powers, won't I be able to resurrect them!"

Yan Lan's body trembled violently, as if she had seen a glimmer of light in the dark place of despair in the depths, and her emotions had uncontrollable fluctuations.

After a moment of excitement, Yan Lan's expression suddenly darkened again, and he said to himself faintly: "Now that my spiritual root has been destroyed, I can no longer cultivate the Dharma Dao, let alone achieve great supernatural powers. Uncle Qingxuan originally said to return to Tiangangmen and help me find a way to restore the spiritual root, but now that he is dead, I hope that the other elders of Tiangangmen can find a glimmer of hope for me like Uncle Qingxuan. ”

As soon as Ziyi heard Wuse's words, she opened her mouth in shock, and it took a long time to come to her senses, and her sad look gradually became a little strange.

"Brother Lan'er, as long as I can save my father, even if I turn over the river and the sea, and go to heaven and earth, I will not be afraid. From now on, I will work hard to cultivate and cultivate great supernatural powers, even if it is a thousand hardships, even if it is a thousand years or thousands of years, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will work hard. If I can't, I'll ask for the Great Psychic One. The world is big, there are countless talented people, as long as the obsession does not change, there will always be a day of success. ”

Ziyi's words were loud, and at this time, her persistent belief had overwhelmed the grief of breaking her heart. Thin eyebrows and pink lips, there is also indescribable strength.

Yan Lan looked at Ziyi who was resolute in Zhixin, and was suddenly a little stunned, he was stunned for a long time, before he clenched his fist tightly, his face gradually became resolute, and he said in his heart: "Sister Ziyi has this pride, I am a man, how can I be depressed? I have the net worth of Nie You and several elders of the Pang family, and I will definitely be able to exchange it for the method of repairing the spiritual root. ”

At this moment, Yan Lan and Ziyi's expressions suddenly opened up, and their cultivation became stronger, and they became more determined and persistent.

Looking at the two people with resolute expressions, Wu Se said noisily: "Two donors, you have just encountered a catastrophe, this is not a place to stay for a long time, follow me into the city!"

Yan Lan glanced around, the morning star was already bright, the cold wind was gusting around, and the yin qi was quite heavy, so he hurriedly picked up Ziyi, who was sitting on the ground, and said, "Sister Yi'er, let's go to Guiwu City first, and fulfill the last wish of Uncle and his old man before making plans." ”

Ziyi wiped away her tears and nodded.

"Sister Yi'er, let's put the things left by my uncle into the space storage ring first. Yan Lan knew that their strength was weak now, and there were some things that were still not suitable for people to be seen.

Looking at the Qing Xuan long sword and the Tibetan spirit jade pendant and other objects left by Qing Xuan, Zi Yi's eyebrows showed a look of pain. When he closed his eyes and his mind moved, he collected all these objects into the space storage ring. Afterwards, the three of them walked towards Guiwu Post City.