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82_82161On the way, Yue Fan also saw some children of the Shuo family galloping through the air, and when he saw Yue Fan and the two, he stopped and bowed respectfully to himself. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The people of the Shuo family were quite polite to Ziliuxu and Yue Fan, who had come here with bad intentions, as if they were the guests of the Shuo family.

When they were about to approach the golden hall in the center, two long rainbows roared up, and they came to Yue Fan's front in an instant, and there was a hearty laugh.

"Shuofeng, Shuoxue, you two should retreat first. In that hearty laughter, two monks were revealed in the two long rainbows that came, the person who spoke was a silver-haired old man, and there was a middle-aged man beside him, smiling and bowing to Yue Fan.

The two people who came here, all of them were the cultivation of the Immortal King, the Immortal King was about the fifth order, extremely extraordinary, in the hearty laughter of the old man, he hugged his fist towards Yue Fan and said:

"In the lower Shuo Ming Road, the head of the Shuo family, on the order of the ancestor, welcomed the seniors to the main hall. ”

"The younger generation Shuo Fei, the elder of the Shuo family, has seen the seniors. The middle-aged man smiled, looking very polite.

Looking at the two people who came, Yue Fan's eyes gradually revealed sadness, what kind of emotion can make a person, waste his life, and condense a dream barrier to accompany him...

"Let's go. Yue Fan sighed in his heart and said to the two of them.

Accompanied by the two Immortal King monks, Yue Fan was given enough respect and came to the center of the Shuo family, outside the golden and brilliant Great Hall.

"The ancestor is inside, I didn't receive the summons of the ancestor and it is inconvenient to enter, and I also asked the seniors to go in by themselves, the silver-haired old man hugged his fists towards Yue Fan and spoke respectfully.

Yue Fan nodded, looking at the magnificent gatehouse in front of him, in fact, he could have come alone, walked into the ruins, walked into the ruined hall that exuded sorrow and loneliness before this, after seeing that this place was just a dream shadow.

There was no need for him to talk to some of the illusory shadows who were alive in the dream barrier and had long since died, even though they didn't know that they were already dead.

But he didn't do this, he could feel the loneliness and sadness emanating from the hall in front of him, and he gave these illusory shadows enough respect, in exchange for the respect that this Shuo family ancestor gave Yue Fan in this illusory scene he created.

Yue Fan walked towards the main hall in front of him, step by step, Zi Liuxu followed closely behind him, he also seemed to have discovered the strangeness of this place, his brows were furrowed, and he subconsciously looked around, he always felt that this place was a little weird, but he couldn't say what was the problem.

And after seeing the silver-haired old man who rarely showed up before, that is, the head of the Shuo family, the doubts in his heart deepened.

The cultivation of this master of the Shuo family is not as good as him, what really makes him unable to figure out the depth is the ancestor of the Shuo family, he has already felt the breath of the ancestor of the Shuo family, but the breath he feels today is compared with before, so that he has an unfathomable feeling, as if today, accompanied by a strong man of Yue Fan's level, this ancestor of the Shuo family revealed his true cultivation, and it was just the appearance that he saw before.

This discovery immediately made him shudder, and most of his original thoughts were dispelled.

Slowly walked into the main hall in front of him, until Yue Fan's right foot completely stepped into this main hall, a vicissitudes of life, full of loneliness and sadness, echoed in this hall.

"Fellow Daoist, you're here....."

In that hall, it was also resplendent and splendid, in front of Yue Fan, on a futon, there was an old man wearing a dragon robe sitting cross-legged, like an emperor in the mortal world, revealing majesty, but this old man's face was covered with brown spots, like an old man in his old age, his expression was miserable, revealing endless sadness.

He sat there quietly with his knees crossed, but on his body, in addition to the bitter sorrow, there was also a powerful aura buried in his body, and this aura surpassed all the immortal kings that Yue Fan had seen.

"It's coming..."Yue Fan sighed lightly, he had already hesitated in his heart before he felt the real situation here, but he was still led by the people of the Shuo family in the dream barrier and came here.

He walked up to the old man, sat down cross-legged, raised his right hand, and took out a pot of wine in the storage space.

He did not speak, but in silence handed the flask to the old man.

The old man in the dragon robe, in silence, took the wine jug handed by Yue Fan and took a sip.

"I feel a similar aura to me in your body, what is your Dao?" The old man raised his head and looked at Yue Fan.

"The cycle of life and death...."

Yue Fan took out the second wine jug, put it to his lips and took a sip, he looked at the old man, as if he understood something.

"We should be the same kind of people, or rather, we have had similar experiences.," the old man asked softly, hoarsely.

Yue Fan looked at the old man, and he could feel the sadness of the old man: "Maybe." ”

The old man closed his eyes, two lines of tears, from his cloudy eyes, slowly oozing, with his cultivation, he should not know what tears are, but now, after hearing Yue Fan's words, "Maybe." After that, tears remained.

His cultivation, in Yue Fan's induction, is definitely the strongest person he has encountered, and there is even a great possibility of breaking through the realm of the immortal king, and his perception of the cycle of life and death is also much higher than his own, because the rain on the top of the mountain is not just an ordinary rain, everything here contains the Tao of the old man in front of him.

Because of this, Yue Fan could feel the old man's mood at the moment, it was the thing that was suppressed in his heart after meeting someone of the same kind, and he could have an outlet, which could make him no longer so lonely and sad.

"I've been sitting here for a long time, and you're the only one who, after seeing everything here, has given me a sense of familiarity...... This is my home..... I left in my early years, until I became an immortal, and when I returned home, everything was gone, and I became what you saw in your eyes...."The old man opened his eyes, which contained unimaginable pain and grief that ordinary people could not imagine.

Yue Fan was silent and listened quietly.

"I don't know who made my home like this, even if I become an immortal, I can't postpone it.... My home is gone, I can only sit here, with my memories, with my way, weaving a dream, let this dream accompany me... Let Sirius Shuo home.... Forever until the day I die..."The old man said softly, his voice hoarse.

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