Despair is a continuation of disappointment.

It was raining that day, the sky was gray and cloudy, lightning was overpowering, and I was guarding the place where I had met Dongfang Yuting in the past, which was a small lake with a clear bottom, and the surface of the lake shimmered slightly.

The four-pillar pavilion by the lake seems to have never changed, Ye Fan in the pavilion is silent, this is the fifth time Dongfang Yuting has missed the appointment, and he has been stupidly expecting a miracle.

Suddenly, Ye Fan raised his bulky head and looked into the distance, his eyes were bloodshot, and crystal tears were shining and rolling down.

"Heaven has not given me a mortal body unfairly, how can I be allowed to have a heroic heart"

Sit on a stone bench and drink and speak.

The wind comes to Qingyang City, the rain enters the Wanjing Cave, the Pavilion Lake is alone, and the sky is not good.

"Providence is ruthless, mortals are like ants, giving eight sufferings, birth, old age, sickness, death, love parting, resentment for a long time, can't ask for it, can't let go, I am willing to tear my heart knot, but I can't feather immortals"

Ride, ride, rainwater cloth lake.

Dripping drips, the pearls of the pavilion corners, and the water drops are worn by stones.

"I hope that in the next life, all living beings will be mortal"

The white thunder and lightning in the sky were unscrupulous, Ye Fan took out a sword, the sword had no aura, it was obviously a mortal sword, but its power should not be underestimated.

There was a white umbrella on the stone table, which was given to him by Dongfang Yuting on a sunny day, when Ye Fan was angry and had a fierce face, he wanted to grab Dongfang Yuting's hand and ask why.

Although I know the answer, I still have a lot to say.

An astonishing spiritual power emanated from Dongfang Yuting's body, knocking Ye Fan back several meters and falling to the ground in embarrassment.

In Ye Fan's sad gaze, Dongfang Yuting slowly closed the door.

Ye Fan stared at the closed door for a long time, and on the other side of the gate, Dongfang Yuting's pretty face burst into tears, she had been in love with Ye Fan before, and wanted to be together for the rest of her life, but that was before.

In her childhood, she was very yearning for love, and she had a good impression of Ye Fan, and she was really happy when the two were together before.

When she was a teenager, Dongfang Yuting awakened a high martial arts talent, defeated all the geniuses of the Dongfang family, and the prestige of the younger generation in Qingyang City directly chased Ye Fan's two eldest brothers.

Some elders of the Dongfang family thought that Ye Fan was not worthy of marrying Dongfang Yuting at all, and this kind of thinking began to spread among the younger generation, Dongfang Yuting blocked it for a while, but it couldn't withstand the long-term Lian.

Marrying Ye Fan will definitely be ridiculed by many people, except for his father, who supports him marrying Ye Fan, the rest of the elders are against it.

Most of the reasons are that they don't want the cabbage to be gnawed by pigs, how can Ye Fan marry such a martial arts genius and a beautiful girl.

Even if you regret your marriage, you have to keep your genius, this is the idea of the vast majority of people in the Dongfang family.

Dongfang Yuting also has her own considerations, with the improvement of her cultivation in the future, she will definitely have a lot of lifespan, and Ye Fan can live for a long time, is it possible that she will be widowed in the future?

Ye Fan died and remarried, she felt disgusting when she thought about it, women are not men, men have three wives and four concubines, no one says anything, but if a woman has two husbands, she will be ridiculed for being unchaste, sluts, and even children will never be able to raise their heads because of themselves.

A door separates two lives.

The umbrella naturally represents scattered.

Bang, the thunder in the sky was angry, and the rain fell like water.

The flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water, are nothing but a dream.

The wine kept drinking one by one, and the cold wine could not extinguish the sad heart, and the past scenes emerged one by one.

The vows of the beginning, the tears of the present.

The emotion at the beginning, the ruthlessness now.

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There was a soft thud and the glass shattered.

Pulling out the sword, Ye Fan waved it, and let out a roar in the wind and rain.

The thunder is shaking, the wind and rain are merciless, and the sword has no eyes.

The stone table shattered, the stone bench shattered, and dust filled the air.

The four pillars of the small pavilion could not escape a catastrophe, sawdust flew one after another, and a wine jar could not escape a sword.

The rain penetrated Ye Fan's clothes, and although the sword was sharp, it was difficult to break the small pavilion.

After a long time, the sky was still pouring rain, and the exhausted Ye Fan looked at his unassuming face by the small beard, and suddenly hundreds of figures appeared in the water, those people were dressed differently, and they were entangled together, and everyone could make earth-shattering moves.

Any one of them can bring doom to Qingyang City and even the Tianyang Empire.

In an instant, one of them escaped from the encirclement and swept into the distance, and the rest of the strong men caught up, and the dark clouds in the sky were all cut down, but it was still raining.

That was the life that Ye Fan longed for, and a few days later, the famous Yan Saint fell in the north of the Heavenly Margin Continent.

"The love between father and mother in the world is the truest, tears and blood are integrated into the children's bodies, and they do their best to become sons in the end, and pity the hearts of parents in the world" A very clear voice came from behind Ye Fan, Ye Fan immediately turned his head to look, the man was dressed in a Taoist robe, his face was very blurry, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

"Who are you," Ye Fan asked rudely subconsciously.

The Taoist priest sat upright in the pavilion and didn't speak, and when Ye Fan was about to get angry, he suddenly found that the scarred pavilion that had been cut by himself had been restored, and the stone benches, stone tables, four wooden pillars, and even the wine jar and wine glasses were all intact.

The person who can do this is by no means simple, at least his own father can't do it, then the strength of this Taoist priest can be described as unfathomable, Ye Fan said secretly in his heart.

Ye Fan slowly walked into the small pavilion, and was stunned to find that his Ye Fan was dry, and it was still raining heavily in the sky, as if it was about to flood the earth.

"Who are you," Ye Fan asked lightly and rudely.

The Taoist priest stared at Ye Fan with both eyes, nodded for a long time and smiled, "Your mortal body is given by your mother, as for your two elder brothers, they are not mortal bodies, just because your mother's strength has not been abolished when they were born, and they are very powerful existences."

Ye Fan was silent, should he blame his mother, pity the hearts of parents all over the world, how many times did his mother cry with him.

I don't deserve to say that my mother is not.

"Can I get stronger," Ye Fan asked nervously.

"Of course you can become stronger, and become very strong, so strong that the heavens and the earth change color for you and tremble for you, but your body does not belong to you anymore, and you will live in a special way and become stronger. ”

Ye Fan didn't know what he was going to encounter next, but he had no choice, if he wanted to become stronger, he could only do what the Taoist priest in front of him said.

On that day, Ye Fan's soul was withdrawn from the mortal body by the Taoist priest, but there were still many residual thoughts left in the body, which was the memory that Yan Sheng got after entering Ye Fan's body.

Ye Fan meditated so far, only to know that the original Ye Fan was not dead, but was just getting stronger in a way that he didn't know, thinking of this knot in Ye Fan's heart opened a lot.

That day, in a small pavilion in Qingyang City, an epoch-making bet began.