Seven days later, Yang Fan, who refused to be followed by Ouyang Mingguang, finally arrived at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain.

Hometown timidity. Are the parents who have worked hard for themselves okay? What is the condition of Dugu Xing in the ice coffin? Can Lin Shengnan and the other nine women arrive at the ancient tomb safely? With these three doubts, Yang Fan walked up to Zhongnan Mountain step by step. He felt extremely heavy with every step, and in the end it was even more difficult, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept sliding down his forehead. After staying up like this for half an hour, the words "Return Pavilion" were already in my mind.

"Fan'er!" Returning to the pavilion, a woman in white looked at Yang Fan with a smile, it was Yang Fan's mother, Xiaolongnu. Next to the little dragon girl, Yang Guo, the Condor Hero, stood tall, although he couldn't see any expression on his face, his slightly trembling fingers could no longer hide his excited heart.

"Daddy, Mom!" Yang Fan plunged into the arms of Xiaolongnu, and the family of three hugged each other tightly, telling the pain of parting. As soon as the three of them arrived at the ancient tomb, Lin Shengnan, Xiaoyi and others were already waiting outside. Yang Fan and Lin Shengnan were happy when they met. After a while, Yang Fan walked to the stone room where Dugu Xing was placed.

"Fan'er, are you going to see Dugu Girl?" Xiaolongnu hurriedly asked when she saw that Yang Fan was leaving.

"Yes, Mother. How are Xing'er now?" Xiaolongnu sighed and took Yang Fan to the back mountain.

"Although Miss Dugu worshipped her as a teacher, she couldn't be regarded as a member of the Tomb Sect after all, so she had to be buried here. Everyone has their own fate, life and death have fate, and you don't have to be too sad. The little dragon girl touched her son's head and said softly.

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. "The Tomb of Dugu Xing, the Descendant of the Sword Demon", tears accumulated and swirled in Yang Fan's eyes, and the dark clouds in the sky began to gather, and a rain was coming.

"Mother, I want to say a few words alone with Xing'er. The little dragon girl sighed again and turned to leave.

"Apricot, I'm back. Yang Fan choked up, and the short six words seemed to exhaust all his strength. He was paralyzed in front of Dugu Xing's tomb, his eyes hollow, like a tree that had lost its soul. The spring rain is as precious as oil, and the light rain is sprinkled, and the surrounding grass looks more and more vivid and green. Yang Fan's mouth was wide open, but he couldn't say anything. His face was so wet that he couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain. Not far away, Xiaolongnu and Yang Guo stood hand in hand.

"After that, how should we persuade Fan'er in such a situation?" The little dragon girl looked at Yang Fan, who was slumped to the ground, and said with a distressed face.

"If others could persuade you to deal with emotional matters, you wouldn't have jumped off the Valley of Despair for me in the first place. Xiaolongnu saw a smile on the corner of her husband's mouth, knowing that he remembered the old things of decades ago, and her heart was sweet and sour.

As soon as the shower stopped, a rainbow appeared on the horizon. If Apricot was still there, she would be very happy. Yang Fan's eyes appeared a little bright, and then quickly dimmed again.

The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk. Lin Shengnan was dressed in a light blue long skirt, holding a long sword and walking towards Yang Fan, and the afterglow of the setting sun stretched her figure very long.

"You can't be resurrected from the dead. If Dugu girl had knowledge, she would not want to see you become like this. Yang Fan glanced up at Lin Shengnan, and quickly lowered his hair and was stunned. Lin Shengnan was a little distressed, but also a little inexplicably angry, she lifted Yang Fan up and slapped him a few times.

"Count me Lin Shengnan blind and fall in love with a waste like you. It's a pity that the Dugu girl is gone, otherwise wouldn't you be delayed for the rest of your life by a useless person? The Dugu girl was killed by a traitor, and her most trusted lover would only cry like a three-year-old child in front of the grave, which is really pitiful. Lin Shengnan said disdainfully to Yang Fan.

"Are you finished?" Yang Fan said weakly. He didn't wait for Lin Shengnan to answer, got up and walked towards the ancient tomb.

In the ancient tomb, Yang Fan locked himself in the stone room where the wine was placed, and borrowed wine all day to drown his sorrows. Xiaolongnu and Yang Guo both came to persuade them several times, but to no avail. Lin Shengnan scolded outside in a different way, and Yang Fan didn't respond at all. By the third day, Rao is Yang Fan had deep internal strength, and he was also dizzy and unconscious from hunger.

"Come on, you will split the stone room, and Fan'er's life will not be guaranteed if he continues like this. The little dragon girl frowned slightly and said to Yang.

"I don't know. It's just that Fan'er's heart is dead now, even if he can save him three or five times, he can't save him for a lifetime. Yang Guo remembered how he felt when he learned that the "South China Sea Shenni" was just a lie many years ago, and couldn't help but shake his head.

When Lin Shengnan heard this, he didn't say a word, walked outside the stone room and shouted: "Yang Fan, this girl has taken a fancy to you, and you will not marry in this life." From this day forward, I will be with you. If you don't eat for a day, I won't eat or drink for a day. If you die first, I will kill myself here. ”

Three days later, the door of the stone room finally opened slowly, looking at Lin Shengnan who fainted on the ground, Yang Fan said helplessly: "Why are you doing this?" Xiao Yi on the side saw Yang Fan come out, and immediately handed over the rice porridge that had already been prepared and fed it to the two. In the next few days, although Yang Fan no longer borrowed wine to drown his sorrows, he was also silent. Lin Shengnan talks to Yang Fan every day, often with a hot face and a cold buttocks, but she never gets tired of it.

This day was the night of the full moon, Yang Fan remembered the days when he traveled to Jiaxing Drunken Immortal Tower with Dugu Xing, and walked out of the ancient tomb. Lin Shengnan followed silently, and Yang Fan didn't care much. The moonlight is like water, the cold moon shines on people, Yang Fan has thousands of pains in his heart, but it is difficult to confide. He drew his dragon sword and began to dance. The sword is as good as you like, and the sword is like the wind. Lin Shengnan was dressed in purple and jumped down from the branches, her posture was graceful, her skin was better than snow, like Chang'e descending into the world. "Boom!" the two swords intersected with a muffled sound. The figures are staggered, and the two of them leave as soon as they dip. Lin Shengnan's swordsmanship is light and erratic. Although Yang Fan's sword was fast, it was extremely dignified, just like his mood, it was difficult to let go.

Gradually, Yang Fan's sword got rid of the sense of sluggishness and became more and more comfortable. Dugu Nine Swords! Yang Fan inadvertently used the Dugu Nine Swords taught by Dugu Xing. The swordsmanship is still there, but the beauty is gone. Every time Lin Shengnan's sword hit the Dragon God Sword, Yang Fan felt that these swords were stabbed on his body. In fact, he would rather have a few swords in his body, even if he was covered in blood, than suffer such a broken liver and intestines.

At this time, Lin Shengnan was already in danger. Her swordsmanship was already inferior to Yang Fan, and she let him go everywhere. But Yang Fan's whole mind was thinking about Dugu Xing, and he had long forgotten Lin Shengnan. He casually swiped a sword, and Lin Shengnan was embarrassed. "Poof!" Lin Shengnan made a careless move, and his arm was cut. The Dragon Divine Sword was so sharp, Lin Shengnan was injured and didn't even notice it. After two more moves, Yin Hong's blood poured out of the wound, but Yang Fan didn't notice it. Lin Shengnan performed light skills and slid backwards for a few feet. Yang Fan lost his goal, and he no longer pursued, and continued to dance the sword by himself.

Yang Fan's sword was getting faster and faster, but his expression was getting more and more painful. It was as if the sword he was wielding in his hand was not used to hurt others, but to hurt himself. After half a pillar of incense, his sword slowed down, and his expression became calm, even smiling. At this moment, time seemed to be reversed, Yang Fan took Dugu Xing for a walk in Jiaxing, and Dugu Xing looked at him sweetly. After that, Yang Fan's sword became weird, completely out of order, and there was a sense of loneliness and depression in it. After another tea hour, Yang Fan finally stopped. At this time, within a radius of his sword, all the flowers and plants withered.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" Lin Shengnan looked at Yang Fan blankly and asked.

Yang Fan looked at the surrounding scene, and then looked at the Dragon God Sword in his hand, stunned, and speechless for a while.

"Just call it, the liver and intestines are broken by the sword. ”

"Liver, you are big, look at the good things you have done, why don't you come and bandage the wounds of the old lady. Lin Shengnan yelled.

Yang Fan scratched his head, coughed twice, and ran towards Lin Shengnan with a sneer.