The stars and the moon shine together, as beautiful as a fairy tale.

Faded away from the hustle and bustle of Bai Yue, the Fang Market at this time seemed to be extraordinarily quiet and peaceful, like a girl in palace clothes, wiping off the fat powder to reveal no makeup, not necessarily inferior to the heavy makeup during the day.

At this time, there were only sporadic stalls that had not been put away, and there were no words of chatting with the employer, arguing from time to time about the good and bad, and the business was agreed, and the stalls were immediately withdrawn and disappeared without a trace.

Outside the Faxiangzong shop, Wang Yu saw the last buyer leave and breathed a sigh of relief.

Today, I have made a lot of money, and I have added up to buy more elixirs. Wang Yumei thought to herself, and quickly put away the stall.

Three generations of his family have been doing a living as a second-class dealer in the market, relying on their eyesight and strong relationships, they can gain a foothold to some extent, if they want to be rich and rich, such a small business alone is naturally not enough, and their wishes are not here.

Three generations of hard work, just to be able to embark on the road of cultivating immortals, their requirements are not high, but they are thinking that the Wang family can produce a foundation monk, and then find a sect to rely on, build a small family, and they will be satisfied.

But even if this wish is so small in the eyes of some people, but they have worked hard for three generations all their lives, and they have never completed it, and the greatest achievement is only to have a good relationship with Fuchang, the person in charge of the Faxiangzong here, and be able to occupy this good stall.

After putting away the stall, he raised his head and looked at the pavilion behind him, and on the second floor, the lights were still on.

Thinking of the previous invitation of the predecessor Zhang, Wang Yu's heart suddenly warmed, if he can make friends with this nobleman, or further marry the rich senior, it is a great opportunity, and there is hope for the dream of three generations.

He thought about it, but he was ready to strike while the iron was hot, and he was about to step into the shop with his feet raised.

At this moment, a loud roar came from above him, and when he looked up, the light was like the center of a storm, and a huge air flow rushed out, and the entire window lattice flew out a hundred feet away, and in mid-air, it was scattered into countless pieces, and fell like rain.

Wang Yu gasped, then shook his head, retracted his steps and turned to leave.

He also grew up in the crowd since he was a child, and he still has this eyesight, and the two seniors above are obviously not in a better mood.

"Serendipity, serendipity!"

Wang Yu shook his head and sighed, and disappeared into the distance of the dim street.

...... "Just call me Brother Zhuo." ”

The gentle voice of the first meeting is still in front of me.

"Originally, Master asked me to take you here to have a look yesterday, but after thinking about it, I still waited until today to bring you over, Master's intentions, I think you also understand. ”

Underneath the rough exterior, there is a meticulous concern that can't be hidden.

"The rugged immortal road, the long road of life, how many people can reach the end?"

In the face of the worries of the cliff, after all, a word becomes a prophecy!

...... Scene after scene kept flashing and replaying in Zhang Fan's mind, seemingly endless, but that bold and gentle figure had passed away.

Since stepping into the immortal path, there have been countless passers-by in life, there are gentlemen who are as plain as water, and there are enemies of life and death who are dyed with blood...... There will be many such people in the future, but there will never be relatives again.

For so many years, there are only three people who can really be called relatives in Zhang Fan's heart.

Grandpa, Master, and the rest are Senior Brother Zhuo Hao.

There are some things in the world that will never come again when they pass away, and when they are the weakest and most frightened, the people who accompany them will not be able to replace their position in their hearts?

Concern from the heart, careful teaching, since the first meeting, has never been less, just standing silently in front of him, if he does not speak, almost imperceptible, but once he leaves, suddenly the sun is dazzling, and no one is blocked.

I still want to find a good apprentice, I don't want to leave so quietly, so easily, so small, like dust, scattered in the dark.

Who made you fall, I will let him fall!

Nails are deeply embedded in the palms.

The ribbon of hair unconsciously collapsed, and the black hair on the head was windless and automatic, flying and erected, like a sharp sword, as if it wanted to pierce the enemy's chest.

The Xuanjin gon suit swelled like a blow, and the sound of the fierce wind suddenly erupted from the inside out, like the eye of the storm.

His face was red, his eyes were even more bloody, and he was sad and sad, and as far as he could see, he was Fuchang, and he didn't dare to face it.

The whole room seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar in an instant, and the murderous aura that could not be concealed could not be concealed, and it was scattered everywhere as if it were substance.

Feeling this terrifying murderous aura, Fu Chang was secretly shocked, amazed at the prosperity of the killing intent, and saw his blood-red eyes looking at him, he didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly said: "It's Situ Ya of the Shenxiao Sect, Li Gong of the Hundred Medicine Sect, and Chi of the Blood Demon Sect." ”

Zhang Fan's eyes froze, at first glance, the blood red in his eyes seemed to fade, but after a closer look, it was condensed in the pupils, deep and devouring.

"It was the three of them who teamed up to kill my senior brother?"

The voice seems to be calm, without ups and downs, but it makes people feel creepy, and they would rather roar in anger.

Fu Chang swallowed, shook his head, and said, "No!"

"On the battlefield of Tianzhu Mountain, a group of three foundation building monks, and a group of senior brothers Zhuo Hao met with them, and under the confrontation, they were all gone!"

As soon as the words fell, a palm slapped down.

With a "boom", the entire black stone round table shattered into countless small pieces, and the stone powder flew like snow.

At first sight, Fuchang's eyes showed a deep look of regret, and then looked around, the relief wood was decorated with charred black wood blocks, the bronze tripod was sunken and overturned, and the hollow window lattices were nowhere to be found...... This...... For a while, Fu Chang only felt that he was three points worse than Zhuo Hao, and he regretted it in his heart, and he knew that he would not arrange this ancestor to this room.

No matter how he secretly regretted it, he didn't dare to say it, now Zhang Fanke is on the fire, if he is slapped with the same slap, he can't stand it.

After a while, seeing that he had calmed down a little, Fu Chang cautiously comforted: "Senior brother, people can't be resurrected after death, so let's mourn and change!"

Seeing that he didn't react, he continued: "Besides, on the battlefield, life and death fight, each depends on the destiny of heaven, and you don't need to mind too much, junior brother." ”

Hearing Fu Chang's words, there was a faint hint of asking him not to take revenge, Zhang Fan suddenly raised his head, stared at him and said: "Each according to the destiny of heaven? I don't care what the destiny is, I only know that those who do good to me are good, those who evil me are evil, and those who kill my senior brother will pay for their lives!"

Murderous, Fu Chang only felt that streams of cold air came out when he heard this, and his whole body was cold, as if his soul was about to freeze.

This ancestor, how many people have to be killed, and how many more people do you want to kill, in order to have such a terrifying murderous aura, Fu Chang shook his head, not daring to think about it anymore, for a monk like him who believes in harmony and making money, he really can't understand these guys who hone their detachment between life and death.

The sound of a rough inhalation suddenly came from the opposite side, and Fu Chang looked up in amazement, only to see Zhang Fan's mouth wide open and he breathed deeply.

The blood-red in his eyes faded, his hair fell softly, his sleeves no longer stirred the wind, and the whole thing suddenly fell silent, as if a pool of boiling water had suddenly frozen.

With his eyes closed, he broke away, his eyes were already cold, and there was no emotion exposed.

Zhang Fan looked around, barely squeezed out a trace of coldness on his face, and said slightly apologetically: "I missed for a while, ruining Senior Brother Fu's place, I'm really sorry, Senior Brother Wanwang don't blame." ”

What's the matter? Fuchang was stunned for a moment, and then said repeatedly: "It's not to blame, it's not strange, it's a trivial matter!"

Then he asked cautiously, "Senior brother, what are you ......?"

The corners of Zhang Fan's mouth tapped a slight arc, as if with a smile, and said, "Senior Brother Fu, I don't know if I can provide a quiet room, Senior Brother needs to retreat for a period of time." ”

Do you want to retreat?

Fuchang was a little confused, but it was not easy to ask about the situation, so he had to say: "Naturally, there is no problem, junior brother later." ”

After speaking, he turned his head and shouted outside the door, and the female disciple who had been waiting outside the door walked in.

As soon as he entered, he saw the situation full of wolves, and his face suddenly showed surprise, although he heard a lot of noise outside, but he didn't want to make it look like this, no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see the original scene.

Although she covered it up very well, she immediately bowed her head and remained silent as soon as she realized that something was wrong, but how could she hide it from the two in front of her.

Seeing this, Fu Chang frowned, but this was not the time to teach his subordinates, but he just said in a deep voice: "Xiaofen, you take Senior Brother Zhang to my retreat room." ”

"Yes, Uncle Shi. ”

Xiao Fen seemed to sense Fuchang's dissatisfaction, and didn't dare to raise her head to the tunnel, so she leaned sideways and stretched out a lead, and walked to the front first.

Zhang Fan confessed to Fuchang and followed Xiaofen out of the room.

"Well, it's a mess. Fuchang waited for his back to disappear at the end of the corridor before turning around and returning to the house, only to see that there was no place to stay, and he couldn't help but sigh.

As soon as the words were spoken, it was as if the noise had been amplified endlessly, and suddenly there was a "snort" sound on the floor, as if something had been corroded or sunk in.

Fuchang looked down and was immediately stunned.

On the ground, the footprints were clearly distinguished, three inches deep into the ground, extending out to the doorway.

...... Following behind Xiao Fen, Zhang Fan soon came to the outside of the quiet room in Fuchang's mouth, pressed his hand on the stone door, his movements suddenly paused, and he turned his head and asked, "How is Ling'er?"

"Ling'er?" Xiao Fen immediately woke up and said busily: "Miss Ling'er, she is fine, she has rested." ”

"Just ......"

"Just what?"

Zhang Fan frowned and asked in a deep voice.

"It's just that she seems scared to be alone. Seeing that he frowned, Xiao Fen's heart tightened, and she hurriedly said.

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, Ling'er is a blind person, how can he ...... Soon she understood, and all of a sudden, the whole world seemed to collapse, how could it not have an effect? But she didn't show it clearly, and when she was alone, she still showed helplessness.

"Let's take care of her!"

Suppressing the urge to visit her, Zhang Fan coldly commanded, and immediately pushed open the stone door and stepped into the quiet room.

(To be continued)