The valley mirror lake, sparkling, clouds and water are connected, and the mountains are reflected in the sky, which is natural and elegant.

The breeze blows slowly, bringing up layers of ripples on the surface of the mirror lake, endlessly, at this moment, the water splashes out, and a figure rises up, step by step out of the lake.

After being down-to-earth, Zhang Fan looked up at the sky and breathed a sigh of relief.

Yesterday, when he flew here, he finally couldn't bear the pain in his body like a knife, and the fire was as hot as fire, and he plunged into the lake.

I don't know if it was a mistake, or a rare choice to be clear when I was confused, this cold lake just alleviated the heat that was about to burn out of his body, and made him sober up, and the Xuan Gong, which had been running all night in succession, finally recovered somewhat.

After a while, he suddenly felt a feeling in his heart, and looked down at the water.

The water of the lake was clear and bright, reflecting his face clearly.

It was a young face, with sword eyebrows raised, deep eyes, proud with coldness, passionate and indifferent, not handsome, but also heroic.

Zhang Fan's eyes did not focus on his face, he hadn't looked in the mirror for more than ten years, this face looked somewhat unfamiliar, and he didn't have the habit of self-pity, what really attracted his attention was the sideburns on both sides.

There, the spots are white, don't add a bit of vicissitudes.

The head is full of black hair, only the two temples are white, and it looks very eye-catching.

Zhang Fan was slightly silent, although he had known the abnormality of his body, he didn't want to be outward.

"Boy, don't look at it. ”

The voice of the ascetic man sounded, and he was weak and weak.

Zhang Fan smiled, with sincere joy on his face, and asked, "Ku Lao, are you okay?"

"I can't die yet!"

The bitter Taoist said angrily: "Next time I do this, it's hard to say, pity my old bones, and I'll explain it if I hang it." ”

"Haha!"

Listening to the usual tone of the bitter man, Zhang Fan couldn't help laughing, after reluctantly using the sun golden flame, he felt that there was something wrong with the bitter man, it was not an exaggeration to say that it was ugly, and it was not an exaggeration to describe it as dying.

But at that time, he was concerned about his grandfather's affairs, so he didn't think much about it, he just kept hanging in his heart, and now that he knows that he is fine, how can he not be happy?

"What are you laughing at?"

"Boy, do you know how dangerous this is?"

The ascetic man said angrily.

"Yes!"

Zhang Fan restrained his smile and replied in a deep voice.

It is indeed dangerous, although he roughly understood the true horror of the Sun Golden Flame from the Mixed Yuan Ball drill, and borrowed the powerful divine sense of the bitter Dao people, at the beginning of the cast, he introduced a full seventy percent of the Sun Golden Flame into the Nine Flame Dragon Balls, but the remaining three percent still caused great damage to his body.

"Humph!"

"I don't know what good things your kid has eaten, the vitality in his body is terrifying. ”

"The burning of the golden flame of the sun didn't burn you to ashes, but you just lost some gray hair and lost some longevity, which is considered a big life for your kid. ”

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, knowing that it was the effect of the Creation Fruit.

The Creation Fruit that was taken back then was only reflected in the purification of spiritual power and the strength of divine consciousness on the surface, but its real effect was still in the word Creation.

At this time, his vitality is so strong that it is almost not like a human being, if it weren't for this, he would have been replaced by an ordinary person who used the cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building to absorb the thirty percent of the sun's golden flame, and he would have been gray without the enemy's action.

Speaking of which, this bitter man is unlucky enough, no wonder his temper is so big.

Seventy percent of the sun's golden flame was poured into the Nine Flame Dragon Ball, although there was the help of the dragon yuan in it, but the bitter Taoist was also justified, while releasing his divine sense to help Zhang Fan control the flames in his body, he had to resist with all his might, otherwise as long as the flames poured into the Nine Flame Dragon Ball touched him slightly, he would be considered an awkward person.

After talking and laughing for a while, Zhang Fan fell silent again, looking at the direction of the Lianyun Mountain Range in the distance, with a lot of feelings in his heart, and he didn't know how to solve it.

"Where does that teleportation array lead?"

"Who is it that pulls the sword to help?"

Two questions have been haunting Zhang Fan's heart.

What's more, in this life, can you see grandpa again?

This is a question that does not need an answer.

Zhang Fan's grandfather is nearly 100 years old, and Shouyuan is not far from exhaustion, even if there is no such thing, it will be difficult to live forever.

But I don't know what's wrong, when I first saw the teleportation array in the semi-idle hall, Zhang Fan had an inexplicable premonition in his heart, knowing that we could still meet after all, but I didn't know when.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, and then thought that there was a foundation building monk by his grandfather's side at this time, and he didn't escape in such an emergency, and he would definitely take care of one or two in the future.

The whip is beyond the reach, and he can only comfort himself like this.

"Boy, what's the matter? Still thinking about your grandfather!"

The bitter man's weak voice sounded again.

"Hmm!"

Zhang Fan nodded, there is nothing bad to admit.

Sincerity is also a way to cultivate immortals, forcibly cutting off the common fate is not necessarily the right way, he believes that there is no unfilial immortal in the world, everything is derived from the mind alone, and is not hindered by the interference of external objects, so that the real Taoist heart is clear.

"You...... Sort of lucky. ”

"The old man is much worse than you. ”

"Huh?"

Zhang Fan's heart moved, looking ahead suspiciously, I don't know when, the Great Treasure Jian has floated, up and down in front of him, above the mirror, the ascetic man leaned under a pine, holding his head high, as if recalling something.

"When the old man was young, he came from a family of cultivating immortals. ”

"He is extremely talented, and he was admitted to the sect by the Flame Sect Master. ”

"It was ...... go on like this"

The breeze and the clouds and water turned into a ballad, Zhang Fan was in such an environment, and he was naturally immersed in the narration of the bitter Taoist.

When the ascetic people were young, they were extremely talented, and every old monster was not a mediocre person, but a person with excellent qualifications, chances, and perseverance.

He was highly regarded in the sect, and his family naturally benefited from it, and he developed rapidly.

I don't want to be in trouble, and when the family power expands, it also causes a big trouble.

At that time, it was after the great destruction of the ancients, and there was chaos in the world of cultivating immortals, and all kinds of evil demons took advantage of the chaos to take advantage of the chaos for a while, and there were many things about sacrificing the blood and flesh of millions of people to refine the magic weapon of the Demon Dao.

Most of the powerful magic weapons that have been passed down today were piled up by countless living beings at that time.

The place where the ascetic people's family power was located also happened to be favored by a powerful demon path master, and within a radius of thousands of miles around, including the entire family, was shrouded in a large array by the other party, and it was refined.

At that time, the ascetic happened to go home to visit, and it was the right time for his meeting.

The choice made by the ascetic people is no different from Zhang Fan today.

He fought for several days, destroyed countless enemies, and finally rushed into the place where the foundation of the family was, but his luck was far worse than Zhang Fan.

All he could see was his father's cold corpse.

As the patriarch of the ascetic, the father of the ascetic man had fallen into the hands of the demons as early as the first confrontation, and all he saw was the corpse that had been forcibly preserved with the Dingyan Bead, otherwise, he would not even be able to see the last side.

"Fix the face beads!"

Zhang Fan has also heard of this thing, it is a special effect of the magic weapon, also known as the soul bead, as long as the person dies within three hours, put this bead in the mouth, can fix the soul face, will not decay.

This is a good way to preserve corpses, but there is a flaw.

The preservation of the Dingyan Bead is actually the convergence of the soul and essence blood into the bead, and it operates as the center, imitating the signs that the vitality is still there, so that the body does not rot, but as soon as the Dingyan Bead leaves the body, the virtual vitality will disperse, and the corpse will immediately change back to its real appearance, even more serious than before the preservation.

At this time, the ascetic's narrative continued.

"I picked up my old man and went out to kill him. ”

"Kill, kill, kill for a few days, and the strength is exhausted......"

In the voice of the ascetician, there is no sorrow in it, only plain, deep blandness, as if looking back after the vicissitudes of life, even if the chest is agitated, there is still a thick shell on the surface to protect it, so that it is not exposed.

"Then a strong opponent came, I was not an opponent, and he hit me in the chest. ”

"And then ......"

"My Lao Tzu's head tilted, and the fixed face bead fell. ”

"What?"

Zhang Fan was terrified, and a terrifying scene flashed in his mind.

"Poor thing!"

"In just a moment, my son turned into a skeleton. ”

"That head, just like that, fell down like this, rolled out several feet, and was crushed by someone with one foot. ”

A sense of tranquility emerged from Zhang Fan's heart, the brief description of the bitter Taoist, and the indifferent voice rendered the deep sorrow directly into the depths of the human soul.

"If it ......"

Zhang Fan shuddered, almost daring to think about it, if his grandfather was ...... For a while, I was suddenly extremely happy!

If he didn't have that teleportation array, then the choice he made would be the same as the ascetic people back then, and what would happen to him...... Zhang Fan didn't dare to imagine how crazy he would be if he also encountered the same experience as the ascetics, as long as he thought about it for a while, the terrifying idea of destroying everything and burying all living beings would emerge one after another, almost uncontrollable.

Silence, the two were silent for a moment.

"Alright, boy. ”

In the voice of the ascetic, the indifference disappeared, replaced by a bitter irony:

"After listening to the old man's unhappy things, are you a little happier?"

"Humph!"

"Mother-in-law, mother-in-law, not like a man, your grandfather is not dead yet!"

For some reason, Zhang Fan couldn't help but feel relieved when he heard it in his ears, as if the invisible pressure had disappeared.

"Bitter old man!"

"Thank you!"

Zhang Fan bowed sincerely, although he kept screaming bitterly, but this was the first time that Zhang Fan had gratitude and respect for this old man.

"That's it. ”

The ascetic seemed to be a little unaccustomed, waved his hand, and said, "Boy, where are you going to go next?"

"Don't tell the old man, you still want to stay in this hellish place?"

"Naturally not!"

Zhang Fan smiled and said leisurely: "Ku Lao, I don't know if you have heard a word?"

"Come and don't go, it's indecent!"

With blazing eyes, look straight to the sky - Tianzhu Mountain!

(To be continued)