At this time, the Ming Wujing gathered the sixth comprehension power, and then came to Changsheng lightly, pausing for a moment.

Changsheng looked at it, the sadness on his body had not faded, and there was still shallow water in his eyes, and then stretched out his hand. The Ming Wujing flew over very obediently and landed on the palm of her hand. The feeling of watching it up close is different from seeing it in the dantian sea, and Mo Changsheng only felt that although the Mingwu Crystal in front of him was glowing with a strange light, it was not dazzling, but it was very presence.

Stretching out a finger and touching it, it felt like touching something that seemed to be real and imaginary. The shell is a little hard, it seems to be the feel of a spar, but when you touch it carefully, it seems to be touching a puddle of water and a cloud of fog.

"What the hell are you? Why is it next to me? Do you have a consciousness of your own? ”

Changsheng unconsciously asked a few words, but Ming Wujing didn't respond, it seemed that he only paused for a moment, and then re-entered the sea of immortal dantian.

Yuanji Impermanence Carp glanced at Ming Wujing, who had regained the best position in the Dantian Sea, and flicked his tail disdainfully. What to drag? No matter how much you pull it, it's still a stone that can't speak. When you figure out what the hell you're doing, be the first to let Changsheng throw you away!

Just when it was over its mouth, Ming Wujing, who had always ignored the Yuanji Impermanent Carp, suddenly trembled, and the next moment, the Yuanji Impermanence Carp stiffened and couldn't move in horror!

Not only could he not move, but he was also frozen in the air by an invisible force, and then shook wildly.

“！ I'm *......"

Yuan Ji Impermanence Carp was dumped even more seriously without swearing a few words, just like a machine used to dry clothes at a certain stage of human history. After a violent toss, the Yuanji Impermanence Carp felt that he was almost about to vomit out his internal organs.

This invisible torture slowly stopped.

"Poof" fell back into the dantian sea, and the stiff body of the Yuanji Impermanent Carp got a moment's better. But it could barely control its horror, that Ming Wujing, was it actually alive? But it didn't react at all for so long, no matter how much it teased!

So, was it lying to itself before? This bastard thing! Is it fun to just watch me like a monkey all the time?

Yuan Ji Impermanence Carp didn't know how many thoughts flashed in his heart to dismantle the other party, but when he remembered the appearance of the cup just now that he couldn't move for a while, he was a little afraid.

Fear, you know, as a qualified cough, a qualified living being, how can there be fear? This is simply an insult to myself! But let the Yuanji Impermanence Carp resist for a moment, and it didn't dare.

In the end, I could only mumble a few complaining words in my mouth, and then I was silent.

Spit out a bubble in the water, and Yuan Ji Impermanence Carp was very depressed in his heart. Don't be complacent, when my strength comes back, I'll be the first to kill you! Hum!

Yuan Ji Impermanence Carp didn't realize that his emotions were really much richer than before.

At this moment, Changsheng had gradually recovered from that bitter grief, and then carefully collected Granny Fan's bones. Looking up at the green waters and green mountains, I felt a little relaxed, and then returned to the small world where Granny Fan was. After handing over the task, the monk in charge of the task was a little surprised when he glanced at the age of immortality, and then at the Pure Moon Grass, which was obviously exceeded.

But after all, he was well-informed, so he didn't say anything, and after giving the corresponding spirit stone, he watched Changsheng leave.

"What's wrong?"

A fellow Taoist friend who was familiar with the monk asked, and the monk was in a trance.

"I don't know if it's my delusion, I always feel that there is an inexplicable sadness in that fellow Daoist just now. It makes me a little sour too. Hey, I guess I'm thinking too much, that is a high-ranking disciple of Penglai Pavilion, how can he come to our small place where birds don't? ”

Without waiting for his friend to speak, he comforted himself and continued to be busy.

And Changsheng flew in the air with the sword, and slowly rushed in the direction that Granny Fan had said. She was a little afraid to see Granny Fan's relatives because she didn't know what to say.

But no matter how much I grinded, I finally reached my destination. Above the clouds, Changsheng looked at the peaceful and quiet small village with a particularly complicated expression. Yuanji Impermanence Carp wanted to persuade him, but he didn't know how to speak, and in the end he could only watch Changsheng hesitate in the air.

After a long time, Changsheng sighed and moved out the middle-aged man in this village who was closest to Granny Fan's blood relationship.

When he found that the ground under his feet was getting farther and farther away from him, the middle-aged man was stunned. There was a desire to struggle, but even if the immortal was careful not to let him get hurt, the ability of being a merger stage monk was not something that a mortal could obstruct.

Moved to a small hillside closer to the mountain village, the middle-aged man barely maintained his composure and looked around.

"I don't know which immortal is on top, but if there is something, Xiaomin will never dare to shirk half a point."

Changsheng revealed his figure, stared at him for a while, and released Granny Fan's body in his uncomfortable gaze.

The moment he saw Granny Fan's corpse, a sharp pain appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes, and then he rushed forward.

"Mother! Mother! Open your eyes and see, I'm your son, mother! ”

The heart-rending cry almost made this middle-aged man, who could barely maintain his calm even if he encountered a situation that could not be explained by common sense, crying like a child at the moment, tears and snot flowing uncontrollably.

Originally, he wondered if the thin woman in front of him, who looked a little silent, had killed his own mother. But if you look closely, the smile on Granny Fan's face is so contented, like, like the smile on her face the night she left a year ago.

So, didn't my mother be killed by this woman......

"This is what Granny Fan left for you."

Changsheng's voice was a little dry, and he handed over the booklet. The middle-aged man took the pamphlet with trembling hands.

Turning the first page, there were two lines of small print written on it in Juanxiu's handwriting.

"To the bravest Fan Huajin."

"Oh, and Fan Huanian."

The second line of handwriting is a little small, as if it was added on a temporary basis, with a sense of randomness. However, the first time he saw it, he understood that it was his mother's handwriting. Even in the country's house, it is useless for a woman to read and learn calligraphy, but the mother is particularly persistent in this matter. I don't have pen and paper, so I write and draw on the ground. Over time, this handwriting is even better than that of the old master in the village.

Turning back, there is a small picture of an unnamed flower, the flower is orange, the flower plate is quite large, and it looks like it is thriving.