Qin Fan followed the group of monks and left the small fishing village.

But just after everyone dispersed, an old man and a young man came out of the narrow alley on the side, looking at their disappearing backs and being silent, it was the fortune teller and his granddaughter Xiaohong.

The fortune teller saw that the monk was gradually moving away, and there was no one else left and right, so he turned his head and said to his granddaughter Xiaohong, "They really succeeded?"

Xiaohong took a handful of brown fruits, such as candied fruits and other snacks, kept throwing them into her mouth, looked at the old man, and smiled: "What, it's not right to succeed?"

The old man frowned and said, "With such a vibration, and the black shadow that covered the sky and the sun a moment ago, I'm afraid that something extraordinary was born, and with their Taoism, they actually got rid of that monster?"

Xiaohong glanced at the crowd that was gradually dispersing, and said, "Grandpa, do you feel it too?" ”

The old man didn't speak, just nodded, his expression rare serious.

"And where are we going?"

"I heard that the East Liubo Mountain, it has been very unpeaceful recently, it seems that the righteous and evil ways have gathered there, I think there is something big, and I see that those monks are also flying in that direction, such a lively thing, why don't we go to it!"

Xiaohong smiled slightly, revealing two small white front teeth, and the dimples were slightly red, which was very cute. She said, "Then let's go! ”

After Qin Fan and the others left, this peaceful town returned to its former tranquility, and there were naturally no sea monsters in the sea, but there were often fishermen throwing their nets down, and many strange creatures were salvaged, all white, and strange-looking, which was a fish that many fishermen had never seen.

Over the years, this matter was quickly forgotten by history, but at that moment, there was always one person who never forgot that pair of eyes, so that he also made a decision deep in his heart, but no one knew.

This place is not far from the Liubo Mountain Range, although people are tired, but they can't stop the determination to see their respective divisions, this time they have experienced too much, many things are not in even the most terrifying nightmares, they can't help but return to their hearts like arrows, only the elders who are close to their own divisions will be more at ease.

However, these young monks and disciples were really sleepy, and finally settled in an inn at the foot of Liubo Mountain.

It was late at night, and there was silence all around, and only the soft chirping of insects such as crickets could be heard in the ears, and the night seemed to be extraordinarily peaceful.

A group of famous and decent disciples who had escaped for their lives were already exhausted and fell asleep one after another. But Qin Fan didn't know why, he couldn't sleep no matter what, as long as he closed his eyes over and over, there seemed to be the sound of the guqin plucking in his mind, and the person who played the piano was also very familiar.

The summer of the Great Wilderness is very hot, even at night, Qin Fan is still sweating, and it is rare and useless to adjust it with true qi, maybe it is really because of the unquiet heart!

I don't know when, a fine and dense light rain gradually fell, and the rain became heavier and heavier without the slightest intention of stopping, finally Qin Fan sighed, put on his clothes, and glanced at the sleeping Taifeng, only then tiptoed, for fear of disturbing Taifeng's rest, pushed open the door in the dark, and walked out.

The whole courtyard is also amazingly big, maybe because he is the only one, this courtyard is even deeper and colder than the house, but Qin Fan breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that he belongs here, belongs to this darkness.

There were big red lanterns at each end of the gatehouse, but the oil fire inside the lantern seemed to have been burning for a long time, and only a faint glow remained.

He looked up and looked at the sky.

Take a deep breath.

Cool, damp air drifted into his chest, and although he was in the hallway, the breeze outside blew a thin stream of rain and wet his shirt and hair.

He turned back and closed the door, and walked gently down the circular hallway.

Just a short time after he left the room, a faint sigh came out of the room, and Tai Feng, who was originally asleep, slowly sat up, looked at the direction in which Qin Fan disappeared, silent, but the light of pity in his eyes flashed.

The night was deep, and the breeze and drizzle became heavier and heavier, and gradually began to howl.

The fine raindrops falling from the sky slapped on the bluestone slab, and immediately splashed, and on the eaves of the corner of the house, the rain gradually gathered into a thin and continuous line, flowing gently from the corner of the house, and I don't know when there was no insect cry in the courtyard, only the sound of rain falling to the ground could be heard.

And from time to time, there are lightning and thunder roaring in the distance, which seems a little low and depressing.

This night seems to be very similar to the deepest pain in the memory of the teenager, once upon a time, there was such a night.

In the darkness, an inaudible sigh came from nowhere.

The wind and rain passed, but he didn't feel the damp feeling of the rain hitting his body, and he looked up in amazement.

At some point, an oil-paper umbrella landed above his head, and almost instantly his mind was filled with ecstasy, and he hurried to look to his side.

Someone was wearing a white shirt and holding an umbrella with his bare hands, standing quietly.

With bright eyes like water, and the eye waves flowing, the peerless fairy turned his head slightly and smiled gently.

"Gu Yao!"

Qin Fan exclaimed in surprise and subconsciously stretched out his hand, but just as his fingers touched the woman's clothes, a trace of cold rain fell.

When he came back to his senses, there was nothing in front of him, no oil-paper umbrellas, no women, nothing, as if his whole person was nothing at this moment.

Empty, uncomfortable list.

The sky is silent, and the wind and rain are still there.

Only Qin Fan was alone, standing gloomily in the wind and rain, silent, speechless as if it had been a hundred years.

The wind and rain are still blowing, and it is falling......

When Qin Fan woke up again, it was noon the next day, and he didn't know how he came back to the room this night, but he felt an unusually familiar warmth in his sleep, and he fell asleep unconsciously.

shook his head, but found that Tai Feng in the same room was no longer there, leaving only a note, which probably meant that they saw that they were asleep soundly, not to mention that the matter was serious, so they took the first step.

Qin Fan washed his face to make himself more sober, and then he carried the remnant knife on his back, and he had no luggage, and set foot on the Dongfang Liubo Mountain Road.

After they all left, an old man and a young man also walked out, and the old man stretched his waist and said, "Xiaohong, grandpa didn't sleep well yesterday!"

Granddaughter Xiaohong's face turned inexplicably red, listening to the old man's words, she uncharacteristically did not refute, but fell silent.

At this time, the rain has stopped, and the shopkeeper of this inn is also a warm and generous person, seeing that a customer came out, he hurriedly asked if he wanted breakfast, and the old man immediately accosted him.

He walked the rivers and lakes by lip service, and he didn't expect that the shopkeeper would immediately startle the old man as an immortal after a few words, just because of a few words, the old man made the storekeeper's experience in the first half of his life clear. Even the store money was exempted, and the old man looked like a fairy, but the twitching corners of his mouth exposed the smug psychology in the old man's heart.

Xiaohong on the side glared at the old man, but did not speak, but kept opening and closing the corners of her lips on the side, as if she was saying something.

It's lip talk!

The old man also opened and closed the little girl's mouth and opened his mouth at the same time, and it turned out that the real master was actually this little girl in her early tens. It's just that the shopkeeper has already regarded this old man as a celestial person, so he naturally has no time to take care of anything else.