"What did you say?!"

Although Ling Wenbo's voice was soft, it was like thunder, and it exploded in Ling Fan's heart. Top novel, o

What is Ling Fan's biggest secret on the Divine Continent?

It's not the Zhentian Monument, it's not the Nine Dragons Lock Vein, and it's not a magic weapon, but he is reborn here through the backdoor.

With an exclamation in his mouth, he sat up directly.

"Why are you so surprised?"

For Ling Fan's movements, Ling Wenbo didn't seem to feel anything, and still sat calmly next to Ling Fan, took a sip of sake, and whispered.

"Our Ling family has been inherited for countless years, how can we not even be able to distinguish our own clansmen?"

Seeing that Ling Wenbo was so sure, Ling Fan sighed and said, "You have already guessed it since I came back, I must have left some flaws when we met."

"Nope. ”

Ling Fan thought that he had already guessed the reason, but Ling Wenbo shook his head.

"From the time I heard you were alive, I knew you were a fake. ”

Ling Wenbo said as he took out an oil lamp.

This oil lamp is yellow-brown in color, and it looks no different from the oil lamp used by the common people except for the simplicity and diǎn.

However, if you look closely, you will find that there are two wicks in this oil lamp.

"Any idea what this is?"

Ling Wenbo looked at the oil lamp and said softly.

However, as if he didn't need Ling Fan's answer, he took a sip of the wine in the pot and continued: "It's called a soul lamp, as long as a trace of a person's soul is sucked into it, it can burn a wick, and unless the person dies, the lamp will not be extinguished." ”

Glancing at Ling Fan beside him.

"These two wicks, one was originally my father and the other was my son. ”

Ling Wenbo said this, and Ling Fan knew the reason why he was recognized by the other party.

The wick representing his son has been extinguished, and Ling Fan, who he saw at this time, is naturally an impostor.

"Since you know that I am not your son, why didn't you expose me when I first came back?"

When he first returned to Qingyue City, he chatted for a long time, and the things he talked about were all like father and son, at that time, Ling Fan thought that his identity was flawless, but he didn't expect that the other party had already debunked it.

It's just that since the other party already knew, why did he have to talk to him for so long in the first place, and the true feelings were revealed, Ling Fan didn't think it was a fraud.

"Because of your performance, it also reminds me of my son, and in you, I can also feel the feeling of blood connection, and I miss this feeling very much, and I don't want to break it. ”

Ling Wenbo's words were inconsistent, which made Ling Fan even more confused.

"But why do you tell me now, if you don't want to expose it, do you want to avenge your child?"

Ling Fan frowned and asked, his gaze fell on Ling Wenbo's body tightly, at this time he had already decided that once Ling Wenbo made the slightest move, he would not hesitate to run away and leave.

Although in his opinion, Ling Wenbo was just a monk who had just broken through to the Jindan stage, and he himself had the certainty of defeating the other party, but for Ling Wenbo, Ling Fan didn't want to make a move, so he could only leave.

However, Ling Wenbo did not sit in place as Ling Fan guessed, enjoying the wine in his hand, looking at the sky from afar, and shook his head gently.

"Why should I seek revenge on you?"

After half a ring, Ling Wenbo spit out a sentence.

"You know what?"

After pouring a large sip of sake into his mouth again and feeling the burning sensation in his intestines, Ling Wenbo continued: "When my father's wick went out, I felt his unwillingness when he died, but when my son's wick went out, I felt relief and calmness before death. ”

"Relief, I can understand. My son Ling Fan, born with the Nine Dragons Lock Vein, this kind of qualification should have been absolutely dǐng, but because of the weakness of the soul, he could not cultivate, in this world where the strong are respected, for him, death is indeed a relief. ”

"But this emotion appeared before he died, and I didn't understand it at the time. ”

"But after I learned about your experience later, I understood, it was because of your blood oath and your determination to avenge the Ling family that made him die calmly. ”

Ling Wenbo kept looking at the sky and gently told what was in his heart.

These words were like the best appetizers, and every time he finished speaking, he would take a sip of wine.

When he spoke, Ling Fan never made a sound, just listened quietly, and in this, Ling Fan could feel a love that belonged to his father alone.

Of course, this love is for the former Ling Fan.

"When we first met, I saw the way you looked, and when I saw the tears in the corners of your eyes, I really thought my son was resurrected, but as I calmed down, I knew that you were not him. ”

"Have you fused my son's soul?"

Ling Wenbo suddenly asked, Ling Fan didn't want to hide anything from this longing father.

"Yes. ”

Gently diǎn diǎn head, Ling Wenbo saw this and smiled.

For Ling Fan's unconcealed answer, he looked at him with gratitude.

"I can see that you're not a ghost cultivator, how did you fuse your soul?"

"I don't know. ”

Ling Fan didn't want to hide anything, but the experience of being reborn at the beginning was also a mystery to him.

"Hey, I knew you didn't know either, otherwise the object of your fusion could choose a more powerful soul. ”

Ling Wenbo didn't have any doubts about Ling Fan's answer, just sighed lightly and muttered.

It's just that after finishing speaking, he didn't speak anymore, and for a while, the whole room fell into silence, as if this was the tranquility that should be in the night.

It wasn't until half a sound that Ling Fan couldn't help but speak.

"Since you know that I am not your son, why do you still want to tell me the information about the Ling family's treasures?"

As if he had guessed that Ling Fan would have such a question, Ling Wenbo answered it almost without thinking.

"Because in the Ling family's treasure house, that most important treasure is only you can take away. ”

Feeling Ling Fan's puzzled eyes, Ling Wenbo explained: "This treasure originally belonged to an ancestor of my Ling family, this ancestor is also a Nine Dragons Lock Vein, he once said that unless this treasure is a Nine Dragons Lock Vein, it is a blessing or a curse to have it, even if it is used by the Nine Dragons Lock Vein, it will be a lifetime of death!"

Ling Wenbo's words made Ling Fan stunned, and he subconsciously said: "Only I can use it, since I am not your real son, why don't you wait for the Ling family's Nine Dragons Lock Vein to appear again"

As soon as Ling Fan finished speaking, he had already smiled bitterly before Ling Wenbo could answer.

The Ling family has almost disappeared, and it is not easy to develop again.

What's more, the Nine Dragons lock vein physique is not like cabbage, it is everywhere, even if a big family is lucky, I am afraid it will take tens of thousands of years to give birth to one, and this big family also needs to have a Nine Dragons lock vein, so that there will be a trace of the bloodline of the Nine Dragons lock vein physique, hidden in the body.

Knowing why Ling Wenbo would tell him the information about the Ling family's treasures, he was even more shocked by Ling Wenbo's last sentence just now.

"This treasure is going to make me die for the rest of my life? If you tell me that, don't you worry that I don't want it?"

Ling Fan raised his eyebrows and asked lightly.

"Will you?"

Ling Wenbo suddenly turned his head and looked directly at Ling Fan.

"I won't. ”

Seeing a hint of surprise flashing in Ling Wenbo's eyes, Ling Fan smiled, and then said: "The treasure that can make people die for a lifetime, how can it be an ordinary product, as long as you can fight for that glimmer of life, the benefits you get will be incomparably huge." The path of cultivating the truth is already full of dangers, and if there are more calamities, it is nothing, if I can find an immortal opportunity because of this, I have earned it. ”

Listening to Ling Fan's frank words, a trace of approval flashed in Ling Wenbo's eyes, and then a trace of regret flowed.

praised Ling Fan's mentality of daring to fight the sky with his body, and regretted that this Ling Fan was not his son.

"Hey. ”

Shaking his head and sighing, pouring the last sip of wine in the jug into his mouth, Ling Wenbo suddenly got up and walked slowly into the distance.

"Tomorrow afternoon, come to the Ling family's old mansion, I will wait for you there, and enter the Ling family's treasure house together. ”

Listening to Ling Wenbo's voice in his ears, he looked at the back of Ling Wenbo leaving.

At this time, Ling Fan suddenly felt that this back was so gloomy, even a little lonely, and a little old.

This back made Ling Fan feel a little unbearable and a little moved.

"Wait a minute, would you like to hear my story?"

Seeing that Ling Wenbo stopped, although he didn't come back, Ling Fan had already talked to himself.

"I come from a special world where there are no monks, no one knows how to cultivate. It is a place where science and technology are extremely developed, although human beings can't practice, but they can fly in the sky, technology is good, but there is also a bad side, and war is like this. ”

"In that world, I was an orphan, and from the moment I can remember, I didn't know who my parents were, and when I was young, I even thought I grew up in the ground, is it ridiculous?"

"My life was full of tragedy, until I was twenty years old, I met someone, I felt that life became colorful, there was hope, but this hope was like a joke played by God on me, just at my happiest moment, a cannonball, ruined my life, I died, at least I felt so at the time, but I was alive again, but I appeared in this place"

This was the first time since Ling Fan was reborn that he told a person everything before his rebirth.

Speaking of which, Ling Fan couldn't tell why he told Ling Wenbo, maybe he felt something, maybe it was Ling Wenbo's grief for the loss of his son that moved him.

It was indeed moved by him, and he even envied the dead Ling Fan.

After all, that Ling Fan died, and his father grieved for him, but what if he died?

And where is his father?

When I think about it, my heart tingles.

Rubbing his heart, he found that Ling Wenbo had returned to him at some point, looking at him quietly.

"Can you believe it?"

Ling Fan asked softly.

"I believe it!"

Ling Fan's words just now were like a myth to any person from the Shenzhou Continent, and it was normal not to believe it, but Ling Wenbo believed it.

Without asking him why he believed it, Ling Fan had already read the reason for this belief from his eyes.

Kindness, of course, is more aimed at the original Ling Fan.

"You say, if a person fuses all the memories of another person, does it count as becoming another person?

Ling Fan's sudden words made Ling Wenbo stunned, and after this stunned, he was shocked.

"I have fused all the memories of your son, and these memories are also empathetic to me, so when I see you, I really feel like I am seeing a father. ”

"Actually, it is said that I fused your son's soul, but what is the difference between this and your son's soul fusing me?"

Looking at Ling Wenbo's surprised eyes, he gradually softened.

Ling Fan's heart tingled, and he subconsciously said, "Is it okay to be my father?"