Late at night, outside the city of Cloud Pavilion.

The city where the Wen family is located is called Yunge City, and in the west outside the city, there is a continuous mountain range, and there are few people.

In order to avoid many eyes in the family, it was not until late at night that Wen Qing came to the foot of the mountain with Chen Fan's body in his arms.

Although there is not no place to bury Chen Fan in the city, she knows that leaving the Wen family has always been his wish.

Wen Qing's own strength is also at the peak of the Spirit Condensation Realm, but the spirit she inherited from her mother does not have any attack power, but can be used to heal injuries.

So after a period of cultivation, she has regained her basic mobility.

Although it was late at night, the lights in Cloud Pavilion City were still bright.

At the foot of the mountain, Wen Qing used her own strength to move away the mud and rocks.

There is a lot of prosperity in this world, which makes the world forget to return.

But nothing is more precious than life.

Life is lost, and everything is reduced to nothingness.

But the young man in white still chose to retain his last bit of dignity at the cost of his life.

Wen Qing finally dug Chen Fan's tomb and carefully placed him in it.

Until now, she has not been able to move on from the death of her teenager.

Stretching out her trembling hands and touching Chen Fan's cold face, Wen Qing couldn't help but burst into tears again, and her heart was extremely sour.

She slowly lowered her head and pressed her face against Chen Fan's chest.

After such a long time, Wen Qing reluctantly left him, put her hand into his clothes, and felt a black stone about the size of a child's fist.

There is nothing special about the appearance of the black stone, the only difference from ordinary stones is that its appearance is dark and extremely black.

Wen Qing took the black stone, then looked at Chen Fan, and said, "Life is bitter, forgive me for taking it, whenever I miss you, there can still be a thought..."

She grew up with Chen Fan since she was a child, and this black stone was carried by the latter from childhood to adulthood.

Chen Fan didn't know what this black stone was, but he always carried it.

"Goodbye. ”

Wen Qing put the black stone into her arms, and then gradually filled in the mud stone.

The boy's body and appearance are gradually covered...

In the end, Wen Qing erected a wooden tombstone written by his own hand for him.

[The tomb of the deceased husband Chen Fan, wife Wen Qingli]

"Although you and I are not married, I will not marry anyone else in this life except you. ”

Wen Qing stood quietly in front of Chen Fan's tomb, and a cold wind blew through at night, stirring her skirt and long hair.

She stood for a long time, until even the bustle and noise in Yunge City gradually stopped, and then she returned to the city.

At night, the moonlight is shining.

In the half-open window of Wen Qing's room, the moonlight shone in.

On the girl's fair and flawless cheeks, tear stains could be seen, and tears wet the pillow.

In the palm of her hand, she held a black stone tightly.

The moonlight shone in, and it happened to hit the black stone, which was originally dark in color, and suddenly emitted a faint light.

Gradually, the whole body of the stone body became like a warm white jade.

......

"I... Dead?"

I don't know how long it took, Chen Fan's frozen consciousness reacted again, he wanted to open his eyes, but he found that his eyes were dark.

The darkness was boundless, and it suddenly became lonely, and Chen Fan gradually felt a little panicked.

He was only a fifteen-year-old boy, and under the constant darkness and calm, anyone would feel uneasy.

Just as the panic spread in his heart, in the darkness, a laughing voice suddenly came out: "Yo, aren't you even afraid of death?

The voice was crisp and beautiful, but when it sounded, Chen Fan had a cold feeling and couldn't help but tremble.

In fact, he was only conscious now, so he couldn't see anything but the darkness in front of him.

Naturally, you can't see the trembling of the body.

Chen Fan couldn't help but exclaim: "Aren't I dead, how can I still be..."

As if knowing his thoughts, the voice came again: "You are indeed dead now, but you are not dead. ”

"Then what is my current situation?" asked Chen Fan puzzled.

"You have a lot of questions..."

The other party seemed a little impatient, but still replied, "When you dissolved the power of your whole body, there was a guy who saved your source spirit and consciousness. ”

"It's so dangerous, although Wen Yuan's cultivation is not bad, he has not yet reached the point of condensing the spirit god, so he can save you under his nose. ”

"My Source Spirit?"

Chen Fan was surprised and said that the so-called source spirit is the most basic spirit that constitutes each individual.

Only through the Source Spirit can one gradually temper a more powerful power.

Therefore, if the source spirit is immortal, it cannot be counted as true death.

"Then who saved me?"

Chen Fan himself didn't know who saved him.

And on this Tongfan Continent, no one should have this ability.

As for the strong man with this kind of strength outside this continent, it is even more impossible for him to have anything to do with him.

"You're thinking too much. ”

The voice laughed: "The guy who saved you doesn't have Wen Yuan's ability yet, but he just has some means, and Wen Yuan's little knowledge doesn't know it." ”

Hearing this, Chen Fan couldn't help but feel that the person who spoke was quite angry.

Although he was extremely disgusted with Wen Yuan, the latter was one of the giants on the Tongfan Continent.

But when he thought about it, he didn't know much about the outside world.

Wen Yuan can be regarded as a hegemon in this Tongfan Continent, but the number of cultivators in this heaven and earth is as vast as a sea of clouds, and there should be many people who are more profound than Wen Yuan's cultivation.

Thinking like this, Chen Fan planned to ask again.

"Really, you guy is really endless, you should want to ask next, where are you now, and who am I, right?"

The voice spoke quickly, directly saying what Chen Fan wanted to say next.

"Now you only have consciousness, and the place where you are is the black stone that you have carried since you were a child. ”

"As for me, I am the stone spirit born in this black stone. ”

"What!?"

Chen Fan couldn't help but be shocked, he never knew what was so strange about that black stone.

He would never have imagined that the black stone would be able to give birth to will.

"As for the guy who saved you, like me, he is also a stone spirit. ”

The stone spirit continued, and as she answered, Chen Fan had more questions in his heart.

"Could it be that the black stone is also some kind of special creature?"

He wondered how wisdom could have come out of the stone if it hadn't been for that.

Knowing Chen Fan's thoughts, Shi Ling smiled lightly.

"It's really rare and strange, and who told you that only living beings can give birth to will?"

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