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Zhang Xiaofeng took the daughters to the grave of his biological father Zhang Jinbao, and found that the tomb seemed to have expanded a lot, and it looked gorgeous, and the surroundings were extremely clean, without a trace of weeds. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info|151 Kanshu Network Pure Text||

Looking at the ancestral graves of the surrounding Nangong family, Zhang Xiaofeng couldn't help but be a little speechless. In this world, the most belief in immortals, dare to love the Nangong family to regard this place as the so-called feng shui treasure, burying the graves of their ancestors, can bless generations.

Indifferently, Zhang Xiaofeng didn't think much about it, and his eyes looked at Zhang Jinbao's grave. Then he knelt at his feet and mourned in silence. Seeing this, the women also followed Zhang Xiaofeng and knelt beside the grave. And a moment later, a group of people also came one after another, it was the worship supplies arranged by the Nangong family. Some gods and goddesses were present, and the worship seemed more sacred at this moment.

It has long been rumored that there is a tomb here that is the tomb of the father of the ancestor immortal, so the Nangong family respects this tomb more than their own ancestors. Almost every day, people will be sent to clean it, and every generation of patriarchs of the Nangong family will come to pay their respects from time to time.

"Father, the child is not filial, I came to see you!" Zhang Xiaofeng said slowly.

It has been a thousand years since Zhang Jinbaoxian died, and he has not been able to reinvent several times. Now although Zhang Xiaofeng knows that the grave in front of him is just a pile of wreckage, he still can't stop wanting to talk to Zhang Jinbao in his heart, he hasn't seen him for thousands of years, and he still misses it very much.

Compared with the last time he came, Zhang Xiaofeng's heart was much calmer, after all, in the past, it was because of the matter of the Dragon Bell Sect that he delayed seeing Zhang Jinbao for the last time. Thousands of years have passed, perhaps Zhang Xiaofeng has become mature, has greater responsibility in his heart, and gradually moved towards the rational side. The people around him may not be able to see it, but from the outsider's point of view, Zhang Xiaofeng is really much more mature now, and he is even more up one day and one by one than when he first stepped into Xiuzhen.

Perhaps the growth of strength, the passage of time, people will also change with the change of environment.

If Zhang Jinbao can still see Zhang Xiaofeng now, he will definitely be very pleased. After all, his son has grown up and matured, and he has unfathomable strength, and he is followed by a group of fairy beauties, which one is unhappy to be a father?

"Sister Ling'er, what kind of person is Brother Zhang's father?" Mo Xiaoqian saw Zhang Xiaofeng's deep appearance, and couldn't help but whisper to Ling'er beside her.

"Hehe! My father is a very money-loving person, and he looks fat and rich, which is really different from Zhang Xiaofeng. Ling'er recalled the general and told Mo Xiaoqian.

"In this way, this tomb has been almost a thousand years now, and the age of that big brother Zhang is ...... now" Mo Xiaoqian said curiously when she heard this.

"Well, your eldest brother's age is the youngest in front of us, except for Xiaohuan and Xiaoyun. But today's strength is directly chasing Xuan Xian, and there is no one in this world who can compare to his husband. Ling'er saw Mo Xiaoqian's question, and said with a smile.

"Ah......h

When Mo Xiaoqian heard this, she looked at Zhang Xiaofeng at the front. In the past, I didn't dare to ask Zhang Xiaofeng about it, but today I learned that Zhang Xiaofeng's original cultivation time was so short.

"Sister Ling'er, in the past, you and Brother Zhang were the closest, you must know Brother Zhang very well, right?, how did you meet?" Mo Xiaoqian suddenly became interested today, and just wanted to hope that she could learn more about Zhang Xiaofeng, after all, no immortal had ever descended to worship his father, and cultivation was timeless, and only by putting aside emotions could he finally achieve the Great Dao.

But now that thousands of years have passed, Zhang Xiaofeng still worships his biological father with a mortal-like mentality, and everyone will be surprised.

"Hehe! My husband and I met on a barren mountain in the southwest, called Cuizhu Peak. When my father was seriously ill and dying, I was extremely depressed, and in order to get the prescription to save my father, I waited for the purple fruit to ripen on the Cuizhu Peak. I didn't think that my husband also happened to travel here at that time, and he played the mountains and rivers with me, and he was a confidant in life, so he formed an indissoluble bond. Ling'er recalled happily.

"What about Sister Biyue, Sister Bai Yu?" Mo Xiaoqian became interested, and then asked curiously again.

"Didn't Senior Sister Biyue and Sister Bai Yu talk to you in the past?" Ling'er couldn't help but be surprised when she heard this.

"You also know that Sister Biyue and Sister Bai Yu are busy catching up with our cultivation and cultivating desperately, so they don't have time to come out and chat, and I'm embarrassed to ask!

"Hehe! This also starts from the very beginning, when in order to find my husband, I sneaked out of the Demon Sect and went to the realm of the righteous path, turning into a new disciple of the Dragon Bell Sect. Senior Sister Biyue was very kind to me at the time, and the two of us could talk about it, so I still can't change my mouth, and I'm used to being called like this. And Senior Sister Biyue is naturally the senior sister of Fujun, they knew each other earlier than me, and Fujun also liked you Sister Biyue first. Ling'er continued to recall.

"At that time, Sister Ling'er, weren't you jealous?" Mo Xiaoqian asked curiously.

"I don't think about it so much, I just hope that my husband can recognize me, after all, in this world, it is difficult to find a confidant, and it is like my husband, who is really unique in the world. But my husband is sincere to us, and there is no guilt, and there is no partiality. So even if there are still people around me now, I have no regrets. Ling'er said happily.

"Sister Ling'er, you are so kind, if it were me, to be honest, I might still complain!" Mo Xiaoqian imagined instead.

"Hehe, sister Xiaoqian, don't you also like your husband?" Ling'er looked at Mo Xiaoqian's contemplative appearance at the moment, and couldn't help but ask with a smile.

"No, no...... , there's no such thing!" Mo Xiaoqian woke up as if in a dream, and immediately shook her head and denied it.

"Little Qian, don't lie to me, my husband is such a good person, who else in the world can compare? I can get your liking, that is also how it should be, as long as I find a good time to confess to my husband, I believe that my husband will accept you!" Ling'er smiled.

"Sister Ling'er, how do I feel as if you are pushing your husband out?" Mo Xiaoqian couldn't help but laugh when she heard this.

"It's not like that, but I care about your feelings. You and I are both women, how can I not see the meaning in your heart? Dare to love and hate, this is also what the husband admires the most, if it has been suppressed in the heart, then the pain, isn't it yourself? Even if you can't get it, at least you have worked hard, right? If you don't even have this confidence, then how can you follow your husband? What we can do is to let your husband be carefree and share the burden for her husband, so that we will not feel extremely happy?" Ling'er said slowly.

When Mo Xiaoqian heard this, she couldn't help but be silent. Yes, I don't want to be able to share my worries for Zhang Xiaofeng, but with the company of women, it seems that it is not his turn, and Zhang Xiaofeng will not look at himself more often, in front of the women, he looks extremely dim.

Maybe it's also because I'm worried about how to face it in the future once I confess and be rejected. doesn't confess, hides in his heart, although only he is in pain, but at the very least, he can always see Zhang Xiaofeng and accompany him.

However, now that Ling'er told her, Mo Xiaoqian hesitated. Honest with each other, without too many secret suspicions, it is the agreement between the women, and now they have been following for so long, and they have long been integrated into this family. I spent too much time cultivating, in fact, I didn't want to be like Ling'er, Biyue and Bai Yu, who were deeply favored by Zhang Xiaofeng.

With a mind like Mo Xiaoqian, there are all Nangong Yun, Xiaohuan, Ziyan and others present now. It's just that Zhang Xiaofeng has no time to take care of it now, there is too much pressure in his heart, and he is facing the current heavenly realm. If you die one day, what about the living? How should you take care of yourself? Don't die yourself, but leave a lot of pain to others.

Half a day later, Zhang Xiaofeng slowly raised his head. Falling into deep thought, compared to the previous time, can be regarded as waking up early. Some people are overwhelmed by this, and the more advanced they are, the more they fall into an inexplicable predicament. Perhaps, the higher the state of mind, the more things you think, and the more difficult it is to communicate and fall into it.

I heard that the Buddha said that there is a word called: let go.

Although it is a simple word, there are few people who can understand and understand the truth. Even if you know and understand, whether you can do it or not is another matter.

Now Zhang Xiaofeng sighed deeply, and couldn't help but say to himself: "Hehe! It seems that I still can't let go." ”

However, with a light sigh, Zhang Xiaofeng seemed to be a lot more relaxed, and he no longer felt guilty. Then he opened his eyes and looked around, and he hadn't seriously investigated before.

Now it is surrounded by the ancestral graves of the Nangong family, among which Nangong Bo, who met in the past, is also buried in it, as well as his son and grandson. No matter how high the life expectancy of a mortal is, it cannot exceed two hundred years, and if there is a cultivator, it will be completely different. Nangong Bo can be regarded as a living immortal in the world, which is also the fundamental reason why the Nangong family has more respect for Zhang Xiaofeng, it is because of the appearance of Zhang Xiaofeng that the fate of the Nangong family has changed.

Cultivators are indeed immortals in the eyes of mortals, and their lifespans are at least five hundred years old, let alone immortals or higher gods.

However, Zhang Xiaofeng suddenly found that on a small hillside in the distance, behind a big tree, there was a little boy standing. At this moment, the little boy was holding a bouquet of wild flowers in his hand, and his eyes looked at himself and others from time to time, and then to other places.

"Xiao Yun!"

Zhang Xiaofeng suddenly shouted.

"Brother Zhang, is there something wrong?" Nangong Yun heard Zhang Xiaofeng speak, and immediately came to Zhang Xiaofeng's side and said.

"Are the ancestral graves buried here all from the Nangong family?" Zhang Xiaofeng asked.

"Well, this is already the territory of the descendants of my Nangong family, and outsiders are not allowed to come without permission, because they don't want outsiders to disturb Father Ling and the ancestors of the Nangong family. Nangong Yun told Zhang Xiaofengdao.

"Oh?"

Zhang Xiaofeng responded in surprise.

And looked at the little boy again, his legs were trembling a little at the moment, obviously standing there for a long time. Could it be that this little boy is also a member of the Nangong family? But if he is really a descendant of the Nangong family, why didn't he come and just hide on the hillside and peek.

Zhang Xiaofeng followed the little boy's eyes, and suddenly looked around the grave, only to see that the little boy was looking at one place too much, and Zhang Xiaofeng probed away.

I saw that the little boy was always paying attention to the place where there was an urn buried under the ground, and there were no tombstones or graves built around it.

"Xiao Yun, who is that little boy?" Zhang Xiaofeng turned his head and asked Nangong Yun.

"Which one?" Nangong Yun was already a little puzzled by Zhang Xiaofeng's inquiry, but now she was even more surprised, after all, there were no children who came here to worship.

"It's the little boy behind the big tree. Zhang Xiaofeng told Nangong Yundao.

As soon as these words came out, all the women turned their heads curiously to look at the small hillside. The little boy behind the big tree saw everyone looking at him in unison, and suddenly shuddered, and then hurriedly hid behind the big tree, and his legs trembled and fell to the ground.

"Alas, I'm just asking, you can use your divine sense to investigate, why do you still look at each other with the naked eye? People are just children, don't you scare him like this?" Zhang Xiaofeng couldn't help but remind.

"That kid doesn't seem to be a descendant of the Nangong family. Nangong Yun looked away and said suddenly.

"Oh, then, I'll leave now!" Zhang Xiaofeng heard this, so he stood up and said to everyone.

The little boy on the hillside in the distance took another cautious peek at Zhang Xiaofeng's side, and saw that everyone had gotten up and slowly left, and he couldn't help but shout happily in his heart.

"Hey, you're finally leaving! If you don't go, I'm going to break my leg. The little boy muttered to himself.

Finally, when there was no one around, the little boy carefully slipped down the hillside with some withered wildflowers in his hand, and ran to the place where Zhang Xiaofeng was investigating.

When the little boy came to the ground where the urn was buried, he immediately knelt down and placed the wildflowers in his hand on it.

"Mother, the child has come to see you!" The little boy's eyes suddenly turned red, and tears fell unconsciously.

After a while, the little boy said to himself again: "Mother, you see, this is your favorite flower, the child went to pick it early in the morning, and now it has not been delivered in time, and I have not yet forgiven you for it." I heard that the immortals buried here are all immortals, mother, you must be with the immortals now and live a good life. ”

"Hey!"

The little boy was just when he was sad, when suddenly a voice came from his side, and he couldn't help but tremble, and then he trembled. Upon reflection, the little boy suddenly looked around, only to find that there was no one around him. Now that I am in the grave, didn't I meet a ghost?

"Who?" the little boy asked, stunned.

"If it's getting late today, and the sun is about to set, you little kid running into this grave pile, your courage is really not ordinary!"

The voice came again, but the little boy couldn't see anyone at all.

"You...... Don't eat me, don't ......" The little boy was terrified.

"Oh, well, I won't eat you, but you have to answer me honestly a few questions. ”

The voice came again.

"Okay, okay, you ask!" the little boy said as he looked around vigilantly.

"What's your name and what are you doing here?"

A voice came.

"My name is Xiao Yi, and I'm here...... Come here to visit my mother. Xiao Yi told him truthfully.

"This is the forbidden place of the ancestral tomb of the Nangong family, are you a descendant of the Nangong family?" the voice asked again.

"I'm not from the Nangong family. Xiao Yi responded again.

"Since it's not, then why did you bury your mother here? Aren't you afraid that the people of the Nangong family will find out and destroy your mother's ashes, and there will be no peace under the Nine Springs?"

"If you don't tell it, it's impossible for outsiders to know. Legend has it that living immortals are buried here, and my mother has worked hard all her life and has not lived a good life, so after death, I hope that my mother can live a better life, so I secretly buried my mother's ashes here. Don't tell anyone, I beg you, I don't want my mother to suffer again. The boy fell to his knees and begged.

"Hehe, little guy, do you really believe that there are immortals buried here, and the people who are buried can be with the immortals?" Zhang Xiaofeng asked, standing in front of the little boy.

"Ah...... Are you a human or a ghost? uh...... You...... Aren't you just ...... just now?" Seeing this, the little boy was stunned for a moment, he didn't see the appearance of the person in front of him clearly, but he could see the dress very clearly, it was the person who took the lead in the Nangong family to worship again.

"Hehe, do you think there are any immortals in this world? Also, do you think it's good to be an immortal?" Zhang Xiaofeng waved his hand, and a spiritual power held the little boy up, and asked by the way.

"Yes, there must be! In the morning, some villagers said that they had seen the fairy, and it was because of this that I came to see it, hoping that I could also see my mother. If I could be a god, I wouldn't have watched my mother suffer and die of exhaustion, woo......" the little boy began to cry as he spoke.

"But, does your mother want to be a fairy? Are you sure that your mother is doing well now? Look at it, as a son, he buried his mother in an unknown cemetery, and he didn't even have a tombstone, is this worthy of your mother?" Zhang Xiaofeng couldn't help but teach him a lesson.

"I know, but I just hope that my mother can live with the gods under the Nine Springs. With the gods to take care of, the mother must be very happy. Xiao Yi immediately retorted.

"To make others happy, it is not about relying on others, but about yourself. Now you are indeed thinking about your mother, but you have not obtained your mother's consent, let me tell you, I am the so-called god in your eyes, but my father is buried in the mortal world, that is, the tomb. However, I am an immortal, and I also have the ability to make my father an immortal. But my father didn't want to be a mortal, he just wanted to be a mortal. Zhang Xiaofeng pointed to the grave road in front of him.

"Why?" Xiao Yi asked in confusion. Being an immortal, that is to be at ease, extremely happy, and even more powerful, you can have whatever you want, such a good immortal, why don't you want to be?