Lianyun Mountain Range, Dongyang Peak is said to be rising.

Since Zhang Fan returned to the Faxiang Sect and returned to the Dongyang Peak of the Dojo in the past, a strange scene has appeared in the Faxiang Sect.

No matter what time it is, whether it is out of the east or the sunset, looking at it in the Faxiang Sect, there is always a round of red sun suspended on the top of Dongyang Peak, which does not change.

In this round of Dongyang Peak Red Say, from time to time there is a three-legged bird with golden feathers all over the body dancing, whenever the Red Saying seems to be alive, licking the golden flame outward, releasing ten thousand rays of light.

The disciples of that bird Faxiang Sect all knew, it was a demon bird that Donghua Daojun had been with him since he was practicing qi, and he had cultivated it for so many years. Ordinary Yuanying real people are not enough to fan their wings, so naturally they don't dare to look at it more, for fear of angering this little ancestor and having nowhere to shout injustice.

In a hurry, the disciples of the Faxiang Sect were sent around by several sudden orders from the sect, even if they passed by occasionally, they could only look at Dongyang Peak from afar and show their admiring gaze, and then they did a dream of being carefully trained by Donghua Daojun.

Therefore, no one has ever approached, and no one can listen to the fluttering fairy music coming from Dongyang Peak at this time.

...... A flute sounds, through the sparse woodland, attract the harmony of branches and leaves, swing over the sparkling lake, bring ripples, over the brocade prosperity, seep into the melting mist, and finally turn around, like a tired bird returning to the forest, lingering in a suppressed courtyard.

Carved stone for the table, carved wood into a chair, a group of nature, into the world.

In this elegant place, a white shadow danced with the sound of the flute.

"Wow~"

A white practice, like a mountain dancing silver snake, like a jade dragon rising from the land, suddenly shot out, wrapped around an old tree on the top of Dongyang Peak.

Immediately afterwards, an incomparably soft and indescribably graceful figure flew into the sky with Bai Lian, turning around lightly with the power of the old tree, and slowly falling from the air.

But see, the light veil mist, surrounded by ribbons, is as straight as a fairy in the sky, dancing the Milky Way, and descending to the earth.

With the sound of laughter, the light delicate body fell, and the jade feet of ** shone with crystal light, as if the finest jade was finely carved, coupled with the good jade family for generations to play, it can be comparable to the brilliance.

Where the jade foot falls, a crystal white lotus blooms proudly, and on each petal, there is pearl-like dew rolling, full of solidified beauty and vitality.

A little, a condensation, the beauty is like jade, dancing on the white lotus; a roll, a shu, the white practice is exhausted and the rainbow appears, a touch of frost and cold.

The soft light dance is extremely natural and turns into a sword dance, which is both rigid and soft, and pleasing to the eye.

Watching this stunning woman's dance, it is like being in the spring and summer, in the midst of a hundred flowers, I can't help but be dazzled, but I still can't bear to miss it with my eyes wide open, and I can't stop watching.

Hearing the sound of this clear hole flute, and feeling the barrier of the hole flute like crying and complaining, the whole person sank into the fairy music or soothing and melodious, or impassioned situation, and forgot the dust and worries.

The stunning woman in front of her is as jade as snow, smiling, and can't say the color of the city, she is Zhang Fan's Taoist couple, and the next generation of the sect master of the Illusion Demon Dao - regret!

As for the owner of the flute, as long as you follow the sound of the flute, it is not difficult to see a petite and delicate woman sitting cross-legged on the futon, with white hands, and gently pressing the jade flute.

Her long waterfall-like hair was as black as ink, straight and smooth, hanging straight to the ground, and the slightly scattered bangs could not hide a purple orchid.

is like a hollow valley orchid, and the temperament of reading power is none other than my uncle Wan'er.

In addition to the two of them, in the small courtyard on Dongyang Peak, which was originally dedicated to Zhang Fan's grandfather's retirement, only the old man himself was smiling happily, snuggling up to the old man and clapping his hands and smiling, Zhang Fan poured himself a drink, and his eyes were full of warmth.

There is no outsider.

This song of the hole flute danced, I don't know how long it lasted, the dancer was tireless, the flute player enjoyed it, Zhang Fan and other people who admired it hated to go on like this, for a long time.

"Brush~"

Suddenly, Bai Lian danced in the air, layer upon layer, dense, and there was a beautiful woman in between, tapping the lotus platform with one foot, and her body turned rapidly.

Suddenly, like a dream, like a drunkenness, like a goddess, blooming boundless beauty, even the prosperity of far and near, high and low colorful clouds, fish in the lake, birds under the forest, are ashamed of themselves.

There is nothing more beautiful than that.

At this most magnificent and intense time, the lingering and seemingly never-ending hole flute came to an abrupt end, replaced by an amazing song like a yellow warbler out of the valley.

It's a pity that if a dance is exhausted, Wan'er sings a peerless sound...... Two stunning women with very different temperaments and completely different personalities, but they are the only ones in the world, jointly deduce the most beautiful scene in the sky.

After the dance and singing, Zhang Fan and the others looked at the bustling and secluded forest, the mirror lake and the colorful clouds, and suddenly felt that there was a little less color, and there was no smart charm in between.

A dance and a song, and the natural magnificence loses its color, but if the cooperation with Wan'er is unparalleled.

"Yes, that's good!"

The old man smiled "hehe", stroking the head of Cheng Huan's little granddaughter under his knees with one hand, and smiling with the other hand, his face was full of kindness and satisfaction.

"Grandpa is right, mother, you dance too well. ”

Youyou didn't care about snuggling up to the old man, jumping three feet high, as if he felt that something was wrong as soon as the words came out, he quickly stuck out his tongue and said: "Erniang's song is also sung well, I want to teach Youyou." ”

Among the three, only Zhang Fan smiled and said nothing, got up to greet the second daughter, and each handed a Jinpa, his eyes were full of gentle affection, and he said: "It's hard!"

I don't know if it's because of the hard work of singing and dancing that is unprecedented in this world, or if the hundreds of years of waiting are heartbreaking...... Such tenderness, among the countless people he has met over the centuries, is only something that a few of his relatives can enjoy.

At this moment, in front of these people, the man in front of him didn't seem to be the Donghua Daojun who stirred up the situation in Kyushu, the first person to rise, but just a simple husband, father, and grandson...... The faces and foreheads of Xiruo and Wan'er were covered with sweat that was as clear as pearls, and the sky above their heads was also steaming, although they were full of smiles, they could not hide their tiredness.

It's a pity that if she is a young child, Wan'er is not a mortal woman, and she should not be like this when she dances and sings.

But if it weren't for that, it wouldn't be invisible in the world, and it wouldn't be amazing!

They all exhausted their mental strength before bursting out with the brilliance of the world, which has nothing to do with techniques, but the interpretation of spirit and spirit, and the natural beauty to the extreme.

Facing the Jinpa handed over by Zhang Fan, Wan'er took it obediently, but Xiruo remained motionless, tilting her head slightly, as if waiting for something.

The smile was smart and cunning, similar to the yoyo under the knees of the old man Chenghuan on the side, but in Zhang Fan's eyes, it was the general smile of the little demon girl when she first saw her in the valley hundreds of years ago.

He shook his head and smiled, picked up the handkerchief and wiped it off his smooth forehead, and at the same time did not forget to retrieve the handkerchief from Wan'er's hand, and made the same action, but impartially, a bowl of water was even.

At this point, she only glanced at him coquettishly, and then closed her eyes as if she couldn't see it, and enjoyed this rare tenderness.

The only people who can see this scene with their own eyes are the old man and Yoyo.

The eyes of the old and the young flashed at the same time. In the big black and white eyes, the eyeballs are rolling slightly, looking at this and that, as if they are thinking about something.

The old man was much simpler, stroking his beard and laughing, and he couldn't wait to clap his hands and shout: "The baby is so capable!"

Of course, it's just a matter of thinking about it, otherwise the new generation of little demon girls next to him will let him go, and he will have to pull out his beard.

"Good ability, good ability, maybe I can add another grandson to the old man or something. ”

The old man's heart was full of joy, and he couldn't help but have such a thought.

Speaking of which, his old man is now truly satisfied.

Can you not be satisfied?

Especially a month ago, Zhang Fan returned to Faxiangzong with the momentum of the world's shocks, and then said the first sentence when he was alone with him.

That scene still stayed in the old man's mind, and it lasted for a long time.

At that time, Zhang Fan "bang", knelt in front of him, raised his head and said, "Grandpa, my grandson did it!"

"It did!"

These simple three words, as if with some indescribable charm, suddenly brought the old man back to hundreds of years ago, he was apprehensive, puffed up a breath in his chest, and sent his grandson to the son of the Faxiangzong.

...... That day, outside the Inheritance Hall, the old man touched the head of the young Zhang Fan and said kindly: "Grandpa has no ability in his life, and he has no great ambitions, only one wish. ”

"My descendants of Zhang Yuantu can be a great monk, don't let people look down on you. ”

...... No one knows, after leaving Zhang Fan in Faxiangzong, the old man returned with tears all the way, and he didn't stop at home; no one knew that when Zhang Fan went out on an adventure for the first time and went to the Valley of No Return, the old man was looking forward to being terrified; no one knew that whenever he heard outsiders proudly and proudly tell his grandson's deeds, and whenever he listened to his grandson himself lightly recount his experience, the old man's smile on his face could not hide his distress and worry; no one knew......; no one knew Only the old man himself knows!

In hundreds of years, countless days, the encounters and resentments in the past years faded away, and every time he dreamed back at midnight, the old man regretted that sentence.

"I don't want to have a grandson of a great monk, I just want a grandchild who is safe and sound......"

This sentence, even if it flashed in my mind countless times, never once came to my mouth, but I never said it to anyone.

He was afraid of causing gimmicks, and he was afraid of causing trouble to his grandchildren, who were said to be more and more noble.

The old man could only smile kindly, hiding all his worries, fears, and regrets, and playing the image of a top monk grandfather.

All of this has been accumulated in his heart, and he must not be vented, until Zhang Fan knelt in front of him, his face was full of sunshine as he was back then, word by word, and said with emotion:

"Grandpa, grandson did it!"

When a sentence came into my ears, I couldn't help but cry and cry.

The grandfather and grandson actually talked for a long time, Zhang Fan told one by one, there is a past, a present, and a future, even if it is Candle Jiuxiao, even if it is Xiruo and others, no one is like the old man, who has listened to all of Zhang Fan's plans.

Surprisingly, it seems that the old tears will flow all the worries, when he heard that Zhang Fan was about to do a big thing, the old man had no fear in his heart, only pride and pride!

"This is my Zhang family's baby, and my Zhang Yuantu's blood flows on my body!"

That's enough!

The old man is satisfied!

His dream back then was just that the Zhang family would produce another great monk, and not to be looked down upon. The great monk in his mind, that is, like his Lao Tzu, builds the foundation of the Great Perfection and is just one step away.

No matter how far away, the old man didn't even dare to think about it.

As a result, Zhang Fan climbed step by step, and every time he was surprised, building a foundation, knotting Dan, Yuan Ying, and turning into a god...... Finally, it has reached the point where it is almost invincible in the world.

At this time, Zhang Fan seemed to feel worthy of the old man's expectations, so he had the previous scene.

In the hundreds of years before, watching Zhang Fan step by step to the point where he imagined, the old man was still worried and still afraid, because every time, his grandson seemed to be fighting against a stronger and more terrifying opponent, as if he was on the verge of life and death at any time, so that his heart was always hanging.

Until today, Zhang Fan has finally reached a peak, as if a flood has been discharged, and the fear that has been permeating the old man's heart for hundreds of years has finally been swept away.

"Satisfied!"

The old man was very content, squinting with his old eyes, watching Zhang Fan wipe the sweat for Xiruo and Wan'er, while not forgetting to pull the bouncing Yoyo to his side.

Rubbing her great-granddaughter's hair, watching her behave like a little girl who doesn't grow up, she was a little worried while spoiling: "How is this good, it's not easy to marry~~Who dares to marry~"

Now Zhang Fan, there is no need for him to worry, when he talks, the old man's confidence in his grandson has reached an unprecedented height, proper, the old man's worry about his children and grandchildren, can't help but turn to Youyou's body.

After thinking about it, the old man was relieved again: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I can afford to wait, old man, wait for this girl to grow up a little more, she is a great-great-great-grandchild...... Great-great-great-grandson reborn...... great-great-great-grandson"

Children and grandchildren, endlessly!

The old man thought of the happy place, and his eyes narrowed almost invisible.

The old man has taken more than 10,000 years of empty green, and his life span is almost as long as he can stand shoulder to shoulder with Zhang Fan, as long as he enjoys happiness and is not in danger, it is really not impossible to see the day he imagined.

Just when his old man was immersed in fantasy and had a happy and kind smile on his face, Zhang Fan had already grabbed two completely different but similar jade hands that were comparable to them in the world, and brought them to sit beside him.

"Okay, okay, you young people play, the old man goes to make up for sleep, tonight I have an appointment for a few months to enjoy the moon and taste tea~~"

The old man stood up with a smile, waved his hand and refused the support, and went back to the house with a smile on his face.

After such a month, every time he stayed with the children, the old man was also a little quiet, and began to make appointments with his old friends again. As for how many of them are moon viewing and tea to show off their children and grandchildren, it is not enough for outsiders.

Anyway, when it comes to "fighting Sun", no one can beat his old man, he is not afraid and is invincible.

After seeing the old man leave, Youyou was finally liberated, and jumped to Zhang Fan and Xi Ruowan'er's side, with a cunning look in his eyes, look at this and that, as if he was thinking about something.

Zhang Fan smiled, waved his hand, and said, "It's almost time, you go, and welcome your senior brother Long Yun and senior Shutong in!"

"It's almost time. ”

As soon as these words came out, Xiruo and Wan'er's expressions changed slightly.

(To be continued)