Chapter Seventy-Seven: Dreaming Back to the Year

The environment here Fang Wenyuan felt unfamiliar, but there was a hint of familiarity. This is a very ordinary small farm yard, Fang Bufan held the young son in his arms and fell in the yard.

"I'm back!" a woman in a purple Luo shirt walked out of the house and smiled softly at Fang Bufan. Then he touched the infant child with a doting face.

"Are you ready?" Fang Bufan stroked the woman's hair and said softly!

"Hmm!" the woman nodded, looking at the swaddling baby, unable to take her eyes off it.

"Mother!" Fang Wenyuan on the side looked at the woman stupidly, with red eyes. The parents who miss him day and night are in front of him at this moment, but they are just a phantom, and the sourness in his heart is beyond measure.

Everything that happened in front of him was three thousand years ago, Fang Wenyuan couldn't help but have a doubt, the immortal soul was in his body, that is to say, this baby who needed the immortal soul to hang his life was him.

But why I have only grown up now after 3,000 years, and what happened in the middle, I am afraid that the key lies in front of me.

Sure enough, Fang Bufan and Ji Rumeng took the baby to the hut together, dived thousands of miles underground, and came to a formation.

Fang Bufan put down the baby in his arms, and when he put it down, Fang Wenyuan found that there was a trace of spiritual light between him and the baby, mixed with a faint blood. Fang Wenyuan's heart trembled, this trace of blood was the 'hard work' of the monk to nourish the soul, it turned out that the reason why Fang Bufan had been holding the baby all the time turned out to be that he had been warming it with his hard work.

The formation that was ready to place the baby, Fang Wenyuan couldn't see through it, and he couldn't understand it. But the aura emanating from it can feel its extraordinary. The baby's eyes were closed all the time, and his little face was pale and very weak. Fang Bufan gently placed him in the array, and a golden light flashed softly to set off the baby.

Ji Rumeng took a deep look, then turned around and lay on Fang Bufan's chest and sobbed quietly. Fang Bufan's expression did not change, but his eyes were full of reluctance, he sighed softly, and with a wave of his hand, the immortal soul was taken out, standing on the formation, and the entire formation immediately operated. Silky golden aura poured out of the immortal soul and melted into the baby's body.

"This life extension is too hasty, and I don't know when Yuan'er will recover, so I can only let him stay here. If you dream of it, you go first, you still have something to do for your husband!"

"Can't you take Yuan'er with you?" Ji Rumeng said in a choked voice, his eyes were complicated, the surface was full of expectations, and there was a sense of despair hidden in the depths.

Fang Bufan knew the reluctance in his beloved wife's heart, otherwise, he would not be stupid enough to ask a question that she knew the answer to, but she couldn't help but be ruthless: "The Soul Breaking Technique died in seven days, and today is the last day! This life-sustaining formation was laid by you personally, once it starts, you can't stop, and taking Yuan'er away at this time will kill him." ”

The life-sustaining array was still running, and Fang Bufan and Ji Rumeng were gone, each of them leaving three drops of soul blood to guard here. Before leaving, Ji Rumeng looked back and took a deep look, leaving another turtle shell.

Fang Bufan left forty-nine sword qi outside the formation to protect him. After swinging out forty-nine sword qi, his face turned pale, his hands trembled so much that he couldn't hold the sword in his hand steadily, and finally walked away with deep helplessness and guilt.

Fang Wenyuan looked at their distant figures and wanted to shout, but he paused again. Because he knew in his heart that all this was an illusion of three thousand years ago, and it was also a dream, and now he was a passerby in this dream. Since you are a passer-by, you should be a good passer-by and should not disturb them.

The distant figure became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared into the sky. The afterglow of the setting sun is still shining, shining on the lush branches of the mountains and fields, and the wind swaying makes the scene in front of you a little blurred.

The sound of rustling gradually sounded, and a withered yellow leaf crossed Fang Wenyuan's eyes. The wind came from the north, with a faint cold, Fang Wenyuan came back to his senses, only to find that it was already autumn here, and the sky and earth had become yellow, orange and orange.

Before he could understand what was going on, a snowflake fell on the tip of his nose again, and the heavens and the earth changed again, becoming covered in snow.

The changes of the four seasons are in the blink of an eye, the sunrise and sunset, one withering and one prosperous, faster and faster. The surrounding mountains and rivers have changed dramatically, the mountains have become plains, and the streams have become rivers.

And the wooden house in front of him had turned to ashes at this moment. I don't know how long it took, but time passed faster and faster. Fang Wenyuan was like a stone, stopping here, washed away by time in the phantom.

Among them, someone found a life-sustaining formation and wanted to crack it. The soul blood left by Fang Bufan turned into his appearance, controlling the sword qi to kill.

There were more and more people who came to break the formation, and Fang Bufan, who was transformed by his soul blood, became weaker and weaker, and finally dissipated, and then Ji Rumeng's soul blood also came to protect him. After she dissipated, it was Fang Bufan again.

Time passed faster and faster, and the changes around him were rushing like a tide, making it impossible for Fang Wenyuan to see what happened after that. By the time it was finally frozen, it had grown into the size of a village. Fang Wenyuan's heart was calm, looking at this quietly.

In front of him, another wooden house was built, and smoke was rising. This made Fang Wenyuan, who was originally as quiet as a rock, tremble. Ji Rumeng was busy in the kitchen, and Fang Bufan was teaching young Fang Wenyuan to read and write in the courtyard.

At this time, Xiao Fang Wenyuan had already come out of the life-sustaining formation, and Ji Rumeng and Fang Bufan, who accompanied him, were also the last soul blood, and they were already at their weakest.

Time passed faster, and in the blink of an eye, Xiao Fang Wenyuan was already seven years old. Fang Bufan and Ji Rumeng, who were transformed by soul blood, almost reached the time when the oil ran out, but looking at their attitudes, they didn't seem to have any intention of leaving Xiao Fang Wenyuan.

Until that day, such a warm family lived as plain as before. But an uninvited guest broke the peace here, Fang Bufan, who was teaching Xiao Fang Wenyuan to read, suddenly changed his face, Ji Rumeng also walked out of the room, and after comforting Xiao Fang Wenyuan, they both walked out.

The two stood in front of the door, smiled at Xiao Fang Wenyuan, and then walked away. Fang Wenyuan, who had been like a rock, immediately chased after him, because he wanted to figure out why his father and mother left him back then.

After arriving at the head of the village, Ji Rumeng nodded at Fang Bufan, and then turned into a ball of spiritual light and integrated into Fang Bufan's body.

Fang Bufan glanced back at the village, his eyes were full of reluctance. Then his expression was straight, his five fingers were divided, the soil on the ground churned, and a fierce sword qi broke out of the ground, turning into a three-foot green blade. This sword qi was the last sword qi left by Fang Bufan's deity, and the aura at this moment was no longer as sharp as it was at the beginning, and it was a lot weaker. With the three-foot Qingfeng in hand, Fang Bufan flew up.

Fang Wenyuan followed him closely, came to a mountain range, and looked at the two rays of light in the sky with Fang Bufan.

A moment later, as the light approached, a middle-aged man with a teenager appeared.

The young man pointed at Fang Bufan with a resentful face and said to the middle-aged man: "It's him, he was the one who injured me three months ago!"

The middle-aged man's face did not change, he smiled gently, and said: "In Xialiu Xingxiu, Daoyou injured the dog, so I took the liberty to come and ask for clarification!"

This middle-aged man spoke with an elegant atmosphere, and his smile was also like a spring breeze, but there was a faint murderous aura.

Fang Bufan knew that he was not good, and he did not shy away from it, and said, "Your son is a snake and scorpion, you wanted to slaughter the people of this village three months ago, and the contemptible people taught you a lesson, and you didn't kill him, and you have already given enough face to Daoyou."

This middle-aged man's cultivation is in the middle stage of Jindan, if he changes to the past, even if he is just the incarnation of Fang Bufan's soul blood, he will not be afraid. But now that he is extremely weak, fusing Ji Rumeng's soul blood can only reach the early stage of Jindan, and he can only last for a stick of incense, so he is naturally invincible.

But, what can it be? This middle-aged man has already come with murderous intent, and he will definitely not give up, and if Xiao Fang Wenyuan is implicated at that time, the gains will outweigh the losses. In addition, he is approaching the limit, as long as he can protect Xiao Fang Wenyuan, it is enough, which is why he came out to intercept it.

"Daoyou said that the dog wanted to slaughter the people of a village, but this villager is still there, but the dog was seriously injured by the Daoyou, and it seems that there is something too much to say!" Liu Xingxiu's face sank.

"Hmph!"

"Since that's the case, then there's nothing to say!" Liu Xingxiu's face became even more gloomy, and he grasped it with one hand, and with a bright light, a spear appeared in his hand.

With a wave of a spear like a dragon, the silver glow burst into flames, the sky was colorless, the top of the mountain was covered with white clouds, and the surrounding trees were broken by this astonishing momentum.

Fang Bufan's expression froze, and he simply waved his sword, and a sword light flew out without the slightest momentum.

After the sword light collided with the spear, there was a loud bang, and a wave was spreading, stirring the clouds in the sky to spread.

After the blow, Fang Bufan retreated backwards and flew out of the mountain to stand in the void. Liu Xingxiu also retreated more than ten zhang before he stabilized his body, and after taking a deep breath, the spear came out of his hand, and the magic in his hand gathered a ball of spiritual power and pointed forward, and the silver spear suddenly turned into a silver evil dragon.

Fang Bufan waved his hand and slashed again, the sword light slashed down like lightning, and the evil Jiao was twisted and dodged, and Liu Xingxiu on the top of the mountain immediately grabbed the young man next to him and flew to dodge. When the sword light dimmed, a crack suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain, which spread to the mountainside before stopping, and the trees on the top of the mountain turned into powder, and suddenly became bare, which shows the power of this sword.

After dodging the sword light, the evil Jiao attacked with teeth and claws, and the scales on its body were all erect. Liu Xingxiu let out a low shout: "Jiao Scale Rain!"

The phantom of the scales that flew out of the Dao Dao on the body of the evil Jiao flickered and then became like substance, making a whining sound of breaking the air, causing the air to vibrate and surging like a wave. Fang Bufan quickly danced the long sword in his hand, and a sword lotus was born, blocking the scale rain, and making a piercing sonorous sound.

After blocking this wave of attacks from the evil Jiao, Fang Bufan's complexion changed, his body suddenly turned, and he held the long sword across his chest, the void fluctuated, and Liu Xingxiu's figure appeared strangely, with silver light in his hand, and suddenly shot out with a palm.

With a sonorous sound, there was a wave of fluctuations around him, and the rolling air waves surged outward.