In front of Han Hao's tombstone, Zhang Fan sat on the ground freely.

Opposite him, Zhang Xin, who could be regarded as meeting for the first time, was also completely unrestrained, kneeling on the grass, his delicate face showed a look of remembrance, and his soft voice kept talking.

The dappled light and shadow shone on the two of them, Zhang Fan seemed to be listening, and seemed to be thinking about his own thoughts.

With Zhang Xin's narration, many past events of the year also surfaced.

For so many years, the reason why Zhang Fan didn't find the slightest clue about Han Hao was because he was completely looking in the wrong direction.

He knew that Han Hao's going to sea must be related to the place where Zhang Lie fell in the past, and concluded that Han Hao was also one of the people who traveled with Zhang Lie back then.

In this way, the route searched by the people sent out by Zhang Fan naturally did not leave between Qinzhou and the small island that he had teleported overseas from the underground immortal cultivation realm for the first time.

At best, that is, it extends to the direction of the Great Wilderness Island, and the rest of the land boundaries, in the boundless and vast sea, are tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack, and it is impossible to find it without a specific clue.

To do so is the opposite of the opposite.

In Zhang Xin's narration, Han Hao met her father Zhang Tao and her mother Bai Ling by chance, and at that time, both were seriously injured and their lives hung by a thread, and the latter had pursuers.

Han Hao is an elder, and Zhang Lie is like a master and father to him, and he can't watch Zhang Lie's descendants die in front of him.

The rest of the matter was natural, Han Hao escorted Zhang Tao and Bai Ling all the way here, took root, multiplied, and died here.

"Zhang Tao ......"

Zhang Xin was immersed in the narration, and he didn't notice the change in Zhang Fan's expression for a while, let alone hear his voice almost in his mouth.

This name was deliberately forgotten by him, and it was really not in his heart, but when he saw the person standing on Han Hao's tombstone, he suddenly felt as if he had been smashed by a sledgehammer.

There are some things that we think we have forgotten, like a thorn that pierces deeply, and it doesn't hurt until someone pulls it.

"Zhang Tao, Zhang Lie's grandson, Zhang Yuantu's son, but he is not my Zhang Fan's father!"

With a thought in his heart, Zhang Fan's eyes showed a look that seemed to be ridiculed and sneered, which made Zhang Xin, who was just opposite him, suddenly excited and swallowed the words in his mouth.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan came back to his senses, pulled it out of his memory, and smiled apologetically at this girl.

According to her account, Zhang Tao's wife overseas, that is, her mother, Bai Ling, is very extraordinary, and she is a real demon in shape.

A young man with poor qualifications, who traveled far away to find an opportunity for the dream of immortal Taoism and the achievements of his ancestors, can actually marry a Taoist companion with a great demon.

Zhang Xin didn't know the specific situation, after all, she hadn't been born at all at that time, and even Han Hao's experience was what he later told him.

After all, this is just a little girl who has only been in the world for 20 years at most.

She only vaguely knew that Zhang Tao, who was still a young man at the time, accidentally rescued Bai Ling, who was seriously injured, and finally became a Taoist couple.

Bai Ling gave birth to a total of five children for Zhang Tao, but unfortunately she turned into a demon, but because of the fundamental injury in her early years, her cultivation has never recovered, and she suffered a catastrophe with Zhang Tao a few years ago.

Han Hao's longevity has dried up, and it has been no less than ten years since he died on the bed.

After being silent for a while, Zhang Fan suddenly raised his head and asked, "Xinxin, hasn't your grandfather Han been in contact with Kyushu?"

"Ahh

Zhang Xin was taken aback and said, "Do you know Grandpa Han?"

Then he scratched his head and said uncertainly: "I heard my brother mention it by chance, it seems that it is the fall and closure of the mountain, and I don't know the rest." ”

"Alas~"

Zhang Fan sighed, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Now he understands everything, in difficult times, Han Hao may not have wanted to ask the sect for help, but it is the beginning of the Qinzhou catastrophe, a hundred years of mountain closure, there is no way to ask for help, that's it.

"That's it!"

Zhang Fan stood up, with an indescribably complicated look on his face, and walked towards a stone wall not far away.

"Hey, where are you going?"

Zhang Xin shouted, and then a blush appeared on his face, obviously realizing that it was not good to call it like this, and said embarrassedly: "I don't know what your name is?"

"Just call me brother!"

Zhang Fan's back, a gentle voice came.

"Okay, brother. ”

Zhang Xin nodded obediently, and then as if he remembered something, he exclaimed: "You can't go there." ”

As soon as the words came out, he hurriedly grabbed two steps.

The strange thing is that no matter whether she is running fast or strolling, the result is no different, Zhang Fan's back always keeps a distance of three feet from her, not leaving, and she can't stop her.

Immediately, Zhang Fan's footsteps did not stop, and he directly hit a mottled stone wall, on which the moss was yellow and green, and cracks loomed, as if it had been weathered.

The muffled sound of his imagination did not appear, and he walked directly into the stone wall, and the ripples of water rippled along the way, and when he returned to calm, he was gone.

"How did he know?"

Zhang Xin stopped in astonishment, and further inside was the absolute forbidden place of the Zhang family, that is, she, the daughter of Zhang Tao and Bai Ling, did not say that she could enter if she entered.

"No matter. ”

Surprised, she gritted her teeth and crashed headlong into the stone wall.

Behind the stone wall, there is a labyrinth of curves, and every turn, three or five forks, is repeated and complicated to the extreme.

If it were someone else, Zhang Xin would definitely think that he would definitely be lost in this labyrinth, you must know that she herself spent a lot of effort to remember it vividly.

However, for Zhang Fan, she always has an inexplicable trust, firmly believing that he will not be stumped by this labyrinth.

The previous obstruction was just a subconscious act, and Zhang Xin didn't think that this gentle brother would have any unfavorable actions.

Panting and running, after a stick of incense, Zhang Fan's back re-entered her sight.

Here, it is the end of the labyrinth, the most fundamental and strict place of the Zhang family, even if the last person dies, no one will be allowed to destroy it.

In front, Zhang Fan stood with his hands in his hands, as if he didn't notice Zhang Xin's arrival at all.

The stone wall and the huge labyrinth were just child's play in his eyes, so he naturally couldn't stop him.

As early as when Han Hao's cemetery was located, Zhang Fan had already noticed the difference in the aura here, faintly with the aura of a Yuanying-level powerhouse.

On this small island where birds don't, there is only one Yuanying powerhouse!

"Zhang Tao!"

"Bai Ling!"

Standing calmly, a complicated look flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes, as if he was hesitant.

In front of him, something that looked like a sculpture stood.

In the center, there is a crystal coffin, which stands upright, and through the transparent coffin, you can see an old man with his hands folded in the dantian, closing his eyes peacefully, as if he is asleep.

The coffin and the old man can only see half of the body, and the rest of the coffin is wrapped by a white snake, which is not real.

This entanglement does not have the sense of power of python strangulation, but more like - attachment.

The white snake's body was huge but not clumsy, and its body was covered with countless tiny scales, faintly glowing.

Under normal circumstances, this fine white scale would be the most beautiful color in the sun, but at this time, it is only as dark as a rock.

The whole white snake was petrified into a sculpture.

If you look at it from a mortal person, you will definitely think that this is the masterpiece of an artificial craftsman, but Zhang Fan can vaguely feel a little vitality through his petrified body.

This vitality is constantly weakening, not dead, but not far from death.

The old man in the crystal coffin, the situation is not much different from the white snake, there is only a small wisp of vitality remaining, the reason why he did not turn into a rock is afraid that the white snake sacrificed himself to help.

From beginning to end, Zhang Fan remained silent, as if he was immersed in another world.

Zhang Xin endured it for a long time, and finally couldn't bear the depression, and called softly: "Brother?"

Even if he lowered his voice, in this empty place, it still caused an echo, like a thunderbolt, which startled Zhang Xin himself.

"What's the matter?"

Zhang Fan responded indifferently, his eyes wandered, as if he could see the distant dusty past through the coffin.

This man's qualifications are inferior, but he has a resolute and brave heart, resolutely left home, looking for opportunities, and is unwilling to be a slave of demon beasts as a human being, does not give up the pride in his heart, and would rather give the opportunity of demon cultivation to Xiang Ming's father, and then go overseas alone to continue the road ahead.

has the pride of human beings, but can brave the world's disapproval and transform the demon and give birth to children, and he can be regarded as a maverick.

As a stranger and an immortal cultivator, Zhang Fan admires such a person, compared to the qualifications of **, he has a heart suitable for cultivating immortals.

In fact, he finally achieved his dream, and Zhang Fan could truly feel that the body that was sealed in the crystal coffin and was sleeping deeply was Jin Dan cultivation.

Yet to be a son and a father, this is a complete failure!

"You look like you!"

Zhang Xin looked at the person in the crystal coffin, glanced at Zhang Fan again, and said in a low voice.

"Really?"

Zhang Fan's voice was very flat, countless times more plain than in front of Han Hao's tombstone outside.

"Yes. Zhang Xin nodded affirmatively, "It's more like my brothers." ”

"Oh, how many brothers do you have?"

Zhang Fan already knew the answer to this question, but he just dealt with it casually, and his mind was still immersed in other places.

"Four! But I haven't seen one. ”

"Huh?"

Zhang Fan finally came back to his senses, his pupils shrank unconsciously, and he said suddenly: "Have you seen him?"

(To be continued)