When Yin Fan walked nearly a hundred more steps, the figures of children and women appeared not far from the stairs in front of him. It's just that the child's face at this time has no panicked look, and it is accompanied by a bright and innocent smile, which makes Yin Fan look a little distracted.

The child climbed down the last step of the stairs, got into the woman's arms, and the woman with her back to Yin Fan hugged the child, and said softly with a smile in her pampered voice:

"Fan'er is so good. ”

This sound of "Fan'er is so good" was like a thunderbolt that hit Yin Fan's mind directly from outside the sky, making his brain chaotic at this moment. Gradually, a familiar scene more than ten years ago began to repeat itself infinitely in my mind.

In the well-laid courtyard, the mother opened her hands and looked at herself as she walked towards her step by step with a smile of expectation on her face.

Yin Fan's whole body was stiff, and his legs standing on the ladder of Wuwei were as if they were filled with lead, motionless.

The woman kissed the child's face, picked him up and walked slowly to the side of the Wuwei Ladder. Along the way, the woman was still saying: "Fan'er is so smart, Fan'er is so well-behaved." ”

O man who has been asleep for a thousand years, how would you react if one day you suddenly woke up and saw your loved one?

Seeing that the woman's figure was about to disappear away, Yin Fan's whole body was like an electric shock, and he suddenly woke up, he jumped a few steps to the staircase where the woman was just now, and turned to look at the woman who was walking farther and farther away on the mountain path.

Yin Fan felt a little itchy on his face, he reached out to touch it, and found that it was full of tears.

Did he already cry so much?

He suddenly wanted to shout at the people who were going away. But when he opened his mouth and was about to shout, a green aura flashed on his face, covering the **. But in the next moment, the ** of the person who wanted to shout "mother" in his heart rose again, and was suppressed by the green energy.

The ** that wanted to call his mother became stronger and stronger, and the centering technique that he had learned from his dream could no longer calm his mood, and he opened his mouth and wanted to shout. But in the next moment, he jerked up his hands and gagged his mouth.

He wanted to shout, but he didn't dare to shout. He knew that even if he shouted, the woman would not pay attention to him, because she must be just a phantom. He was afraid, he was afraid that his mother who loved him the most would ignore him, and he was afraid that he would not know what to say when the woman turned around. He felt so guilty that he had forgotten the face of his mother, whom he loved most when he was a child.

These feelings are equally terrifying, even more terrifying than the sky falling.

His hands were so hard that his hands were so hard that his hands were bruised, and the shape of his face was deformed by excessive squeezing. The cracked squeezing of the inside of the mouth and the teeth also caused many parts of the mouth to crack, and blood flowed out of the lips and overflowed the palms.

Even so, there was a whining sound in his throat. It was only because some of the words shouted were a little distorted by the blocking of his hands.

Watching the woman drift away, Yin Fan knelt down with weak legs. He buried his head deeply, tears dripping down the stone steps. After a few moments, he stood up abruptly, took a deep look at the woman who had disappeared into the path, took a breath, wiped the tears from his face, and turned to continue walking.

If she had just made a voice and called out "Mother", would that woman turn around? In that case, would she be able to remember her mother?

But he was afraid in his heart, she was afraid that the woman would not look back, and in that case, her mother would ignore her, which would also be a sad thing. If she turned back, would she be kicked down by the ladder of inaction before she could see her face clearly?

In that case, the memory was not awakened, and even the last expectation of grandfather Yin Tianmou was disappointed, and the gains outweighed the losses. Yin Fan smiled bitterly on his face, wiped away the tears that appeared silently, and accelerated his pace towards the top of the Wuwei Heavenly Ladder.

After Yin Fan walked out of more than ten zhang, the woman holding the child walking in the mountains suddenly stopped, and just like that, stopped without warning.

And in the next moment, there was an unusually strange move. The woman turned slowly. She raised her head and looked at Yin Fan, who was walking alone on the ladder of inaction. She stared at it for several moments, and suddenly smiled softly, the corners of her mouth moved, and she said softly in a voice that only she heard: "Fan'er, strong, live......"

The breeze blew, and the woman's figure turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared between heaven and earth.

Yin Fan walked on the stone steps, but his thoughts kept going back and forth between his mother and Yin Tianmou. He suddenly stopped and looked back.

The sky and the earth are vast, the sea of clouds is undulating, and the figure of the mother has long been lost.

"Haha...... Hahaha...... Ahahaha......"

He burst out laughing, quietly at first, and then maniacally, heartlessly. Even he felt a little sore in his lungs when he laughed.

Stopping his laughter, he looked around the heavens and the earth.

It was only then that he clearly discovered a fact. In this world, he has no relatives to rely on, only he is alone.

"Grandpa, I must live well!"

He straightened his clothes slightly, turned around, looked up at the top of the Wuwei Heavenly Ladder, and walked up step by step. Every hundred steps of stairs, there will still be all kinds of illusions, and in the end, Yin Tianmou, the Realm Spirit, Bai Mohou, Bai Xue, the Shadowless Building, etc., all appeared, and what happened reminded Yin Fan of some memories, and he couldn't help laughing.

Yi Ziming, who was at the end, completely forgot that there were two other people who were also crossing the Wuwei Ladder, and kept looking at Yin Fan with a teacup, but some of the things behind were not abnormal, and seeing that this kid was about to come to an end, his expression was very unhappy.

"But it's okay, if you want to give me some strange things behind this, then the senior brother in charge will definitely throw me a crime of 'poor maintenance of the artifact', then I am really the first person in more than a thousand years to face the wall for this crime. ”

He smashed his mouth twice, seeing that the kid in the mirror was about to get out of his fantasy, and he had spent the hard work of climbing the ladder behind, and there was nothing to see, with a wave of his right hand, the left and right in the mirror showed the scene of Xi Hao and Li Xue respectively.

"Hey, this kid is not bad, he has a firm heart, he has never committed any crimes, and his qualifications feel good. Well, it will be thrown to the Lingshu Hall and let Elder Gongjun Hao take a good look at the root bone again, it is a good material...... This little girl is a little worse, looking around, stopping, it seems that her heart is not strong, just see if she can finish this journey, and when the time comes, it is still okay to go to the elixir hall to be a medicine grinding boy...... Well, not bad, in the last few days, among the batches, it should be that today's batch is of good quality, not to mention how the root bones are, just being able to get out of this inaction ladder is already very good. ”

A year ago, the head of Wuling Dao watched the disciples under him get fewer and fewer, and was scolded by the uncle who had planted medicine in the back yam field for an unknown number of years, saying that he "did not manage the foundation of the ancestors well", and the head of the family was furious and kicked all the "lazy" disciples on Penglai Mountain down the mountain.

Counting Yu Zi, the last batch of disciples they brought back, there are already more than 20 people, and the results are still quite good. Thinking of this, Yi Ziming wanted to laugh a little. This Penglai Mountain people are a little less, only a thousand, even so, the cultivation of the little ones is rising faster than the other, and there is a faint tendency to surpass the Heavenly Palace, every time I think of this problem, the senior brother in charge is smiling from ear to ear.

Thinking like this, Yi Ziming couldn't help laughing, and hummed: "You Kunlun Eight Palaces boast that you have 100,000 cultivators, so what, five years later, let's compete again." ”

He was so happy that he forgot about Yin Fan.

Let's say that Yin Fan has been in the past ten years, and there are only a few people who can really move his heart, and they were so fierce at the beginning, which made his heart more determined. So that later the illusion was not as good as a wave, and then he passed by by the flowers, which was better than a leisurely walk, and he did not forget to comment on himself in the middle. In addition, he worked in Jiusang Mountain for a year, and ate the fairy fruit at the foot of the mountain, and he really climbed to the top in one go, which is not a problem.

However, after the illusion of Jimo City just now, it seems that this Wuwei Heavenly Ladder is poor, and an illusion has not appeared, which makes Yin Fan, who was patronizing and climbing the mountain, bored.

The climb was hard, and no one spoke, and it was like returning to the years in Jiusang Mountain in an instant. Yin Fan shook his head helplessly and quickened his pace, thinking that if he went out earlier, he would also know what was going on on with the realm spirits.

Walking like this, Yin Fan originally raised his foot and suddenly stepped into the air, his whole body lost balance, and he almost fell. After stabilizing his body, he looked around and was stunned.

Where is there any Wuwei Heavenly Ladder, it is clearly an extremely grand but empty hall. The roof of the main hall is more than ten feet above the ground, and there is no pillar in the middle. There is a high platform on the back side of the main hall, and there is a dark red stone chair on the platform, the backrest is stretched very long, and many distorted and twisted symbols are depicted.

Yin Fan frowned, although he knew that it was a fantasy, he was suddenly attacked by this illusion, and he didn't know what to do.

A gust of wind came from outside the hall, and the slender bright red petals flew all over the sky, floating between the empty halls, and an extremely faint but extremely pungent fragrance of flowers permeated.

He took a deep breath, and the pungent scent gradually turned sweet. His brows furrowed slightly, and a fog seemed to rise in the depths of his mind, and in the fog, in a large bright red picture, a figure stood with his back to him, standing by the lake, looking at the other side.

The wind picked up again, and a large piece of blood-red petals rolled up again, hitting Yin Fan, waking him up from the scene in his mind. He turned and looked out of the hall.

Outside the hall, as far as the eye can see, the sea of flowers spreads, and it is bright red.