Qin Bingyan glanced at it casually, but didn't see anything.

The imp is nothing, and it is impossible to control the fixed form of the ghost qi, and ordinary monks cannot see the appearance of the ghost.

I don't know how many people have died nearby, it is normal to leave a few little ghosts, Qin Bingyan didn't care, and said casually: "Let's go, go to the front and have a look." ”

Shen Lan shouted: "Hey, don't be in a hurry to leave, he called Sister Yan's name." ”

Qin Bingyan's eyebrows were furrowed, she didn't feel anything, it shouldn't be her own relatives.

Shen Lan took the ghost bead and shouted, "Now!"

The ghost aura gathered, condensing a middle-aged man.

Qin Bingyan looked at the familiar and unfamiliar face, and choked up: "Father......"

Seeing my long-lost father, I had mixed feelings and didn't know what to say.

Qin Bingyan had always thought that his father had gone to the underworld a long time ago, and he never thought that his father would stay in the Kyushu Continent.

Knowing that they were father and daughter, Shen Lan left with interest.

After staring at each other for a long time, the middle-aged uncle said in a deep voice: "Yan'er, I can see each other before leaving, I have no regrets in my life." ”

Qin Bingyan was stunned: "Father is gone again?"

The middle-aged uncle came to Qin Bingyan: "Yes, I've been wandering outside for the past few years, and the ghost who led me has already come, I want to take a look at the place where I have lived with you, so I came here."

I'm glad that I came back and gave me a chance to see Yan'er for the last time. ”

Qin Bingyan was stunned and said, "Father went to see her?"

The middle-aged uncle stared at Qin Bingyan: "Have you seen ...... She?"

Qin Bingyan nodded: "When she was on the street before she got married, I was in Tenglong City, and later she left Tenglong City for something. ”

It is estimated that my father has been watching that woman get married, and watching that woman live happily with other men.

If she had known that this was the case, she should not have left Tenglong City early.

When my father saw him, he might not be obsessed.

Knowing his own woman, the middle-aged uncle sighed: "Hey, Yan'er thinks that his father is not worth it."

Yan'er, emotional things are like this, no matter what the other party is, some people are willing to pay, and they sincerely pay without regrets. ”

Knowing that his daughter doesn't understand now, the middle-aged uncle smiled slightly: "Yan'er, when you meet someone who makes your heart move, someone who gives without asking for anything in return, you will understand what it means to be a father." ”

Qin Bingyan didn't speak, and said in his heart: "Busy cultivating, busy studying, then have time to think about those who love and love." ”

Tianling followed and said: "Xiaoice Bing, love is bullshit, and the most unreliable thing is love." ”

Afraid that Qin Bingyan would not believe him, Tianling said again: "Xiaoice Bing, the eternal love exists in legends and books, if Xiaoice Bing wants to see it, I will write a few touching love books for Xiaoice Bing." ”

Qin Bingyan burst out laughing, and said in his heart: "Xiao Ling'er, do you still make up stories?"

The middle-aged uncle asked puzzledly, "Yan'er, what's so funny?"

Qin Bingyan shook his head: "No!"

Staring at his father's face, Qin Bingyan had a complicated expression: "Father, I have always had regrets about not being able to see my father for the last time before.

I'm very happy to see you this time. ”

The middle-aged uncle looked up at the top: "Yan'er, urging from above, I should go." ”

Qin Bingyan knelt down and solemnly kowtowed: "Father, I hope we are destined to meet again." ”

The middle-aged uncle floated up: "Yan'er has taken a different path, I think, this is the end of the fate between us." ”

Looking at the blue sky, Qin Bingyan didn't move for a long time.

When the sun went down, Shen Lan came back, saw the motionless person, leaned over and asked, "Sister Yan is reluctant, why don't you let him go on the path of ghost cultivation?"