It's almost winter......

The lights on the side of the road are drifting, the dark and longing street scene is slanting, the moonlight is slightly cool, and the lonely old and hungry figure is moving slowly.

The wind was cold, and Nangong Ji, who was gradually numbing his legs, had a wrinkled flower on his lonely old face.

At this time, his heart was very warm.

The dying body grew colder and colder, more and more unconscious, and his steps became more and more stiff, until at last he stopped in the woods without fire, his breath like a weak bonfire under the wind, weak and weak and fast and dim.

Nangong looked up at the bright moon shrouded in clouds and mist, and closed his eyes with relief.

Ji Ren, thank you, it was you who allowed me to face death with such peace of mind at the last moment.

I've never felt so relaxed, so light that I was about to break away from my body, and I felt so calm that I had never felt before......

It seems that my whole life has been in vain.

Nangong Ji leaned back and fell lonely.

"Grandpa!"

With an exclamation, a white shadow, Nangong Ji's body that was about to fall to the ground was supported and hugged, and he slowly lay down on the ground.

Ji Fan's eyes were red with tears, and tears fell on Nangong's extremely cold body drop by drop, and he choked up: "Grandpa, Fan'er is late, I'm sorry grandpa......"

Nangong Ji's eyes under his nose moved as hard as he could, opened his eyes with difficulty, and tried his best to stare at Ji Fan, who was blurred, and the sound in his ears that was so weak that he was almost inaudible made him smile slightly, his stiff face pulled out an arc, and his voice was so small that it was almost inaudible, "Good grandson...... Grandpa is good...... Very satisfying ......"

Ji Fan's throat was sour, his nose was sour, and he tried all his best to hold back his crying and listen to his grandfather's last words.

Nangong Ji closed his eyes without regrets, detached himself from his body with peace of mind, and looked at himself with only a void figure, he didn't react, just smiled faintly, and looked at Ji Fan lovingly.

Ji Ren and Liao A walked behind and looked at Nangong Ji's soul together.

Liao A said: "I went first. ”

Ji Ren nodded, walked to Nangong Ji's general body, and knelt down with Ji Fan, "Fan'er, let's send grandpa on the last ride together." ”

Ji Fan gritted his teeth, tears welled up like a spring, and his grief and reluctance filled his chest.

He nodded, kowtowed to his grandfather three times, and then buried himself on the ground.

Ji Ren kowtowed three times, although he was reluctant, he felt at peace from the bottom of his heart, "Old man, go back with peace of mind, go all the way." ”

Liao A looked at Nangong Ji's soul and said, "You can take a look at Fan'er again." ”

Nangong Ji smiled and bowed his head, and after staring deeply at his grandson, he turned around and walked into the distance.

Liao A turned around and said, "Senior brother, take care of yourself and take care of Fan'er more." ”

Ji Ren smiled slightly, and said, "Hmm"

After that, Ji Ren picked up Nangong Ji and walked to the forbidden place, and Ji Fan followed behind crying.

It's very sad to cry, and the voice of grief is full of echoes, but it's a good thing to be able to cry, and you don't have to suffocate in your heart.

Nangong Min looked at the father and son who came over, she nodded unexpectedly, and waved her hand reluctantly.

Ji Ren put Nangong's maximum body on the round platform and stood quietly aside.

Ji Fan went from crying to crying, and gradually held back his crying and turned to low crying when he entered the forbidden land.

Although he was sad, he did not want to disturb the peace of his ancestors.

The lukewarm forbidden land is gradually revealed

It's going to be a little chilly.

......

In this way, there was no word all night, and the second day of no sunlight was ushered in.

Nangong Beidou came with a group of clan elders, looking at the general and whispering to discuss the future.

Ji Ren is not interested in these things, and he doesn't have so much time to waste here, anyway, Nangong Ji has already gone with peace of mind, and this is enough for him.

He turned around and walked out of the forbidden place, walked to the side of the spatial teleportation array, and carefully checked whether it was complete, as well as the extent of the damage, and where it needed to be repaired.

After he carefully checked it, he was lucky to find that there was no problem, everything was fine, whether it was the formation pattern or the formation base, basically the damage was not big, and it would not be a problem to use it for another hundred years.

As long as you build another teleportation array within this hundred years, there will be no problem.

As he checked the teleportation array, there were more and more people coming and going from the forbidden land.

Nangong Beidou had no choice but to quickly build a hall and place Nangong Ji in general for everyone to mourn.

Ji Fan stood aside for him, wearing a coarse linen mourning dress, and sent a piece of gold paper to the brazier in his hand.

Grandpa, grandson will burn more for you, and you will have the flowers over there.

Here is like a city, there is an endless stream of comings and goings, and the comers are sad, but the passers have different looks.

Nangong was famous when he was young, and all the opponents he met were either injured or killed, but he always had the last laugh.

So while he is alive, many forces will be afraid of three points.

Now that he is dead, even if the news is unfair, it won't be hidden for long.

A few fellows are suspicious and come to mourn, but they are worried about the treasure he left behind.

And Ji Fan, who was guarding the side, naturally became the target of everyone's greatest concern.

Nangong Beidou thought about making this matter small at first, but he didn't expect that there were more and more people, and there were few people who were really pure-minded, so he simply set up a set, whoever dared to have thoughts about Ji Fan would take care of himself, and he didn't bother to save it, and he didn't want to keep those guys.

Among the many clansmen who came to mourn, one of the most prominent men walked into the lobby wearing dark red armor, his eyes were sharp and cold, and he bowed deeply with his fists.

"Ancestor goes all the way, and the younger generation will protect the Nangong family for you. ”

After he finished speaking, he straightened his body, looked at Ji Fan with low eyes, and said coldly: "What kind of clansman are you, so ignorant?"

After Ji Fan heard this, he put down the hands that sent the golden paper and said, "Grandpa Nangong Ji is in the same vein." ”

Nangong Qiangman's eyebrows were crossed, and his heart was slightly angry, "Where did the ancestor come from, could it be that you deceived me Nangong Qiangbrute for decades, so you really don't know anything, right?"

Ji Fan thought for a while, and continued to put the gold paper into the brazier, "The predecessors haven't been home for decades, isn't it strange that you don't know many things?"

Nangong Qiang frowned arrogantly, looking at this little thing who was neither humble nor arrogant, he always felt in his heart that he would get in the way of his own affairs.

When he came back this time, he happened to be free, so he personally rushed back with the situation in the garrison area and some personal guards.

I didn't expect to come back to this kind of thing.

Such an important event as the death of Nangong Ji Old Ancestor instantly attracted his attention, reminding him of some rumors when he was still young, to be precise, it was the information given to him by his vein, so that he must obtain a superb spiritual weapon that Nangong Ji used when he was young, 'Wan Jun Ring'.

The name of this 'Wan Jun Ring' is not big, but the power of this spiritual weapon is very high

of toughness.

Wan Jun means the power of ten thousand jun, which can make the strength of the monks used infinite, and it is said that when it is exerted to the extreme, it is really ten thousand jun power, and the sky will fall apart with one punch.

It is a ring, and it looks like no one has ever seen it, and this situation was dictated by Nangong Ji himself, so no one will question the authenticity.

"Boy, since you're not his bloodline, get out, you shouldn't stay here. ”

Ji Fan was unmoved and continued to burn the gold paper, "What the predecessor said makes sense, but the ancestor agreed." ”

Nangong Qiangman's pupils shrank, and he looked around vigilantly, "Ancestor, which ancestor." ”

"The one in the forbidden land. Ji Fan put in the last piece of gold paper, clapped his hands, turned around and continued to take a stack of them, "If the seniors are fine, please go back, your grandfather will feel it." ”

"How did Nangong Ji Ancestor pass away?" Nangong Qiang avoided it and asked Ji Fan in turn.

"At the end of my life, I will return without regrets. Ji Fan picked up the bronze stick on the ground with his right hand, scattered the ashes in the pot, and thought that his grandfather would drive the crane to the west and never see each other again, he sighed sadly, "If only I had the ability of my father, it would be good." ”

Nangong Qiang was about to turn around and leave, but when he heard Ji Fan mention his father, he was immediately stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but think of a possibility.

When did Nangong Ji Ancestor have descendants?

Could it be that he, like me, is also staring at his relics!?

Nangong Qiang's eyes were cold, damn guy, you dare to grab something with me!

The Nangong people who were outside looked at the two of them, and thought to themselves, are you all finished, hurry up and come out, we still have to mourn.

"Who is your father?" Nangong asked indifferently, but he didn't care who his father was, but had another plan.

Ji Fan said: "My father is ......"

"Forget it, tell me if your father comes. Nangong interrupted bruly, and directly grabbed Ji Fan's clothes and dragged him outside.

"Since you are not a member of the Nangong family, there is no need to stay here. ”

Ji Fan was stunned for a moment, and then he didn't care what he did to himself.

I can't beat him, I scold and waste my saliva, the realm is even more different from others, so it's better to simply follow him, and wait for my father to come, and then clean him up.

There are a lot of Nangong people outside, not to mention that they all know everything, but there are still quite a few people there who know.

They were all stunned, stunned with their big mouths, not knowing what to say.

Finally, a man blurted out, "Awesome! Renzun's son dares to move!"

Boom!

Suddenly, the people of the Nangong clan, who didn't know, finally changed from a confused state to a frightened state.

Grunt------

They swallowed in unison and glanced back at the mourning hall.

"Renzun's son is the grandson of Nangong Ji Ancestor, isn't that Renzun ......"

", Renzun is a son!?"

"No, no, no, Renzun has had no father or mother since he was a child, don't talk nonsense. ”

"That's right, that young man should recognize the ancestor as a grandfather, after all, isn't the fifth lady just married to Renzun. ”

"Oh, yes! That's understandable. ”

They chatted one by one, and soon figured it out.

It's just that they figured it out, and Nangong Qiangman also went away.