Xu Fan was shocked when he heard all this, and suddenly remembered his father and mother...... He looked at Qu Yanluo who was lying on the table crying with sympathy on his face, he didn't say a word, just watched silently.

The Fusheng Immortal shook his head, and suddenly took out something from his sleeve, which was a butterfly carved out of wood, and it looked no different from ordinary wooden crafts.

The Fusheng Immortal handed the wooden butterfly to Xu Fan and said, "Little boy, this butterfly can take the Yanluo girl to ...... Cemetery. As long as you hold it with both hands, you can pronounce the word "smoke".

The task of this immortal has been completed, so he will leave first. "The Fusheng Immortal can't see the woman crying sadly, and if he continues to look at it, he is afraid that he will cry too, so it is better to leave here quickly.

Xu Fan held the wooden butterfly, and wondered in his heart, isn't this the abode of this old immortal? If he wants to go, it should be us! Where can he go? Just as he was about to ask, he saw that the plum tree next to the table was actually moving! On the huge trunk, there were two lines writhing, and this movement caused the petals on the tree to fall off a lot.

Xu Fan looked at this tree trunk with a look of surprise, and the Fusheng Immortal just got up and noticed it, and shouted with a lock of eyebrows: "Let me in, I'm not allowed to come out!" As soon as the words came out, three human heads appeared from the trunk at once, from top to bottom, each face looked different, but the expression was curious, and it seemed that he wanted to come out and take a look. Xu Fan made eye contact with them, and his eyes suddenly became round.

Fu Sheng slapped his palm on the tree, and the three heads disappeared at once. Fu Sheng smiled awkwardly at Xu Fan and said, "It's a few apprentices who can't make it, I'm leaving." After saying that, he actually walked into the plum tree and disappeared.

Xu Fan's eyes were still staring at the tree, out of his mind, and he thought: "It's been a long time since I've seen that kid from the waning moon, and now there are more and more immortals in the sky, it's enough for him to be busy!" Xu Fan shook his head, looked at Qu Yanluo who was crying silently beside him, and sighed deeply.

Qu Yanluo cried for a while before she raised her head, not only her sleeves were soaked with tears, but her face was full of tears, and her broken hair was still stuck to her face. Xu Fan stretched out a hand, put his sleeve in front of Qu Yanluo's face and said, "Oh, use mine." ”

Qu Yanluo didn't think about it, picked up his sleeve and wiped it on his eyes, and then wiped his nose off with his sleeve. Then he lowered his arm and choked up, "Thank you." Xu Fan took his hand back, smiled at her and said, "Why don't I tell you a story, maybe you will be better after listening to it." ”

Qu Yanluo did not respond, and Xu Fan continued: "Legend has it that 10,000 years ago, the world was not as there are mountains and rivers as it is now. At that time, there were only sea water and deserts in the world, and although the conditions were not as abundant as they are now, people had no disputes and lived a very happy life.

But suddenly a catastrophe ruined the whole world, everyone died, only a six-year-old child remained, he survived, do you know why a six-year-old child can survive that catastrophe?"

Qu Yanluo shook her head with a blank face.

Xu Fan's eyes were a little red, and then he said: "It was his father and mother who supported him with their bodies, so that this child's head was exposed on the desert, and he survived by stepping on the remains of his parents......"

Qu Yanluo turned her head and looked at Xu Fan with some shock in her eyes, the two looked at each other, Xu Fan's strong face smiled and said, "Do you say he deserves to survive?"

Qu Yanluo was shocked by his words, and said in a choked voice: "Why don't you deserve to survive?" His father and mother worked hard, just to protect him, if he died, he would be even more sorry for them!"

Xu Fan looked at Qu Yanluo blankly, and when he heard these words, Xu Fan suddenly burst into tears. He hurriedly turned his head and wiped away his tears. He bowed his head and said, "However, he doesn't think so about this child, he committed suicide!"

Qu Yanluo's face was full of surprise, shook her head, and fell into sadness again.

Xu Fan regretted telling his story a little, which made Qu Yanluo even more sad. Of course, he also fell into grief. At the moment, I really don't know who to sympathize with.

At this time, the wooden sword on Qu Yanluo's waist flew out and hit Xu Fan's mouth, breaking the silence between the two.

Xu Fan looked aggrieved, and said to the wooden sword who was still flying in mid-air: "Didn't I tell a story to make her better! Who knows how sad it will make her even more sad...... Hit me again!"

After speaking, the wooden sword returned to Qu Yanluo's waist. Xu Fan rubbed his mouth, suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly said: "No! There is a problem! A crippled spiritual sense is attached to the sword, it is very rare to be able to move slightly, how can it be possible to control the sword so flexibly!"

Qu Yanluo next to him looked at him blankly. Xu Fan patted Qu Yanluo's head lightly, and said urgently: "Let me tell you, your mother's soul is probably not dissipated, this sword is not so simple!"

Saying that, Xu Fan took out the wooden butterfly, and then said: "I'm not sure yet, quick, let's go to your mother's grave and take a look, maybe we'll find something." Maybe she's not dead!"

Qu Yanluo slowly took the wooden butterfly, her heart was like a knife, but after listening to Xu Fan's words, she had a glimmer of hope. She held the wooden butterfly firmly and said, "Smoked Rose."

The wooden butterfly in her hand actually began to flap its wings, constantly rubbing her palm, and the moment she let go of her hand, the butterfly flew up and flew into the distance.

Qu Yanluo and Xu Fan followed, and after walking for a while, they found that the side door that had come in before had appeared again, and the door was open. The wooden butterfly flew out of the side door and out of the Taoist temple. Flying around a plum grove at the top of the hill, I flew in front of a pond, flew around a tombstone not far from the pond and disappeared.

Qu Yanluo walked to the tombstone and saw that the tombstone had her mother's name engraved on it, and as if her hope was shattered, she knelt down violently and hugged the tombstone. Her heart was like a knife, and she felt guilty.

She knelt on the ground, hugged her mother's tombstone, and cried, "Mother...... I'm sorry. ”

Xu Fan really wanted to explore this grave, and he always felt that he could find clues that Tian Dongyu was not scattered here. But seeing Qu Yanluo crying so much, he didn't dare to disturb it, so he had to stand aside and wait quietly for Qu Yanluo to calm down.

Qu Yanluo was full of guilt, she could take care of finding some illusory clues, she only knew that her mother was indeed gone, disappeared, and left a letter for her to come to Fusheng Immortal.

So Qu Yanluo didn't want to have hope anymore, she believed every word of the Fusheng Immortal, she firmly believed that her mother died because she drowned, and her soul was scattered, and there was only a trace of spiritual consciousness left in this wooden sword. She will never see her mother, and she will never hear her mother's voice again.

Qu Yanluo cried in pain. Just then, she suddenly felt something hit her ass.