The drizzle is blowing, the wind is blowing, and the waves are steep above the sea.

The rain gradually became heavier, intermittently until it became one, like a huge curtain, slaughtering the sea and the sky.

Above the vast sea, the wind pushed the dark clouds to pile up, a sense of solemnity and violence, gradually born, between the dark clouds and the sea, a fiery red streamer, like a sharp blade crossed, brought up by the wind pressure on the sea surface, flooding white waves like a swimming dragon.

In the streamer, Zhang Fan suddenly looked back, faintly heard from afar, the sound of wild laughter was not stopped, there was no unwillingness to be sad and angry, only relief and relief!

In a trance, the woman in purple in the painting appeared in front of her again, but the style of that look back was less reluctant and resolute to make people break their hearts, but faintly happy, as if immersed in the warm embrace of a lover.

But after a moment of getting along, thinking of the bold, infatuated, and brave man, Zhang Fan still couldn't help but be gloomy.

Such a heroic man who once "made a wine cup with a human head and drank all the blood of the enemy", it was his fate to dominate the world and dominate the world, but he didn't want to stay in a corner for his wife and daughter, drunk and depressed, and said to make a painting to mourn his deceased wife.

In the end, he burned out his life and died tragically, just to get a glimmer of life for his daughter.

Worthy or not, admired or despised?

For a while, he was not sure, Zhang Fan just regretted in his heart, watching such a hero fall, how could there be no wine in his hands, if there was no drunk, how could he sacrifice it?

After sighing, she looked down at the delicate girl in her arms, this little girl, at this time, just silently looked at his chest with empty eyes, looking at her expression, as if she could see her father's back laughing wildly through infinite space.

Sighing secretly, the streamer accelerated, clinging to the surface of the sea, like a giant dragon playing in the water, slapping the waves, and taking advantage of the momentum to go away.

...... The waves are raging, the wind is howling, the rain is pouring down, and at this moment when the world is overturned, the sea also shows its grandeur.

The blue is gone, calm and heavy, and above the boundless sea, it is like ink, showing a black and dull color, like an abyss that swallows everything, and there is infinite terror brewing.

The dark clouds were lowering more and more, and a deep thunder loomed, and the dazzling electric light swam, majestic and violent, as if it were about to turn everything between it and the sea into powder.

"Boom!"

The pillar of thunder the thickness of the bucket slashed towards the surface of the sea, and a red light grazed shoulders, so fast that it even caused the air full of thunder and lightning to faintly distort, as if it was about to release a thunderclap, splitting this daring red light into pieces.

But it was too late, the red light was like a rainbow in this stormy night, and it had already stepped far into the sky, leaving only a faint afterimage, bearing the roar of thunder.

When the wind roars and thunders finally stop, the dark clouds and rainstorms also have a limit, and the fiery red streamer passes out from under the last cloud.

Suddenly enlightened, Zhang Fan realized that it was almost noon when Lie said that it was empty.

The shield slowly wore away, and even collapsed, but Zhang Fan tried his best to protect it, and the rain still wet Ling'er's hair in his arms, and the thin tender yellow shirt was tightly attached to the young body, trembling slightly, and it was clearly transmitted through the two layers of thin shirts.

Feeling the strangeness in his arms and the lack of spiritual power in his body, Zhang Fan's eyes lit up after looking around, and he locked on a small island.

Like a shooting star, a faint streamer wrapped around the two of them and fell, falling into the island.

It is said to be an island, but in fact it looks more like a larger reef, and when the waves are large, it can be more than half of it.

On the island, the dwarf bushes are scattered, the berries are scattered and the branches are hung, and the occasional small beast probes its brain, and it is not afraid of people, so curious to look at the rare visitor.

The faint sound of water came from the small cave on the side, and after a look of divine sense, Zhang Fan's face immediately showed a look of satisfaction, and he didn't look at it much, so he just hugged Ling'er in his arms and walked into the cave with a short body.

As we walked farther and farther away, it became more and more open, and when we reached the depths, the cave was the size of a courtyard, with a high dome and a flat ground, which was a good resting place.

What is even more satisfying to Zhang Fan is that in a corner of the deep cave, there is still a clear spring full of water, the spring water is crystal clear, and there are faintly small silverfish like chopsticks swimming in it, tumbling and jumping from time to time, making a sparse splashing sound.

Feeling the wet clothes of the little girl in his arms, Zhang Fan frowned, put it on the ground, leaned over and said softly: "Ling'er, you stay here for a while, and your uncle will come when he goes." ”

"Hmm. ”

Shi Ling'er responded obediently, and then saw him get up and want to leave, and couldn't help but say timidly: "Uncle, you ...... quickly Come back soon. ”

After speaking, his little body curled up in the corner, like a frightened little beast, which was extremely cute.

Zhang Fan nodded, reacted quickly, and said, "Uncle will be back soon, don't be afraid." ”

A little girl was blind in her eyes, but the future of life is bright, no one would have thought that one night, everything would be destroyed, friends and fathers all fell in front of her, although the eyes are not seen, I am afraid that the heart is very clear!

With a deep sigh in his heart, his body moved, and he had disappeared into the cave.

How can Zhang Fan rest assured that such a little girl who has just undergone a drastic change is staying alone in the cave? The movements are extremely fast, but in about ten breaths, he has reappeared in the cave, and there are a large bundle of bushes and a small beast like a roe deer on his shoulders.

The bushes were fashionable and moist, and when they could enter, a red light flashed, and they dried immediately, and the little beast was disemboweled, and cleaned when it was caught.

There was enough blood today, and Zhang Fan subconsciously didn't want this poor girl to smell any more blood.

"Uncle, you're back!"

When he entered, he didn't deliberately hide his footsteps, and the ears of the blind are often more intelligent than ordinary people, Ling'er tilted his head slightly very cutely, and then said happily.

The attachment embodied invisibly made Zhang Fan's heart warm, he smiled slightly, flipped his hand, and the black nest turned into a piece of red light, enveloping the entire cave.

Then, with a toss of his hand, the bundle of dry timber fell, naturally in the shape of a campfire, and at the same time a little spark flashed from his finger and fell onto the pile of wood, but in a moment, the bonfire burned brightly, and the heat dissipated the last of the dampness and cold in the cave.

"Ling'er, come over and roast the fire!"

After doing this, Zhang Fan took her slender and cold little hand and led it to the campfire.

Holding hands together, a ball of heat followed by his palm, instantly drying the clothes on Ling'er's body, but the wet and cold had already penetrated into the bones, but it still needed to be around the bonfire, and then the heat was slowly pulled out.

It seems that things that seem to be extremely simple, but at this time, Zhang Fan did it, and there was a faint sense of powerlessness.

Urging his spiritual power to fly more than 10,000 miles in the storm overnight, he had already exhausted the spiritual power in his body, but he had just recovered a little, and after doing these little things, he was exhausted again.

Gasping slightly, Zhang Fan's movements were steady, and he did not show the weakness in his body at all, but let Ling'er sit down next to him as usual, and at the same time put on the little beast in his hand and roasted it on the bonfire.

The smell of meat quickly emanated, diffusing in the air, causing the two of them to move their index fingers.

Although Zhang Fan has Bigu Dan in his body, he never takes it until the last resort or retreat.

The way of cultivating immortals transforms people into non-human beings step by step, and many things cannot be changed, such as indifference.

When a person who has a lifespan of more than 1,000 years or even infinite immortal cultivators looks like he is not born for a hundred, and he is busy with some meaningless things that are readily available in his eyes, how can he not feel like an ant?

Xia insects can't talk about ice, it is the contempt of mortals for short lives, and the same is true for immortal cultivators.

Maybe after thousands of years, Zhang Fan can't escape this step, but before that, if possible, he still wants to retain his popularity, diet, and that's it.

Take out the clean bamboo leaves that have been prepared for a long time, then divide the whole little beast into thin slices of meat, spread them on top, and a delicious dish is complete.

The two of them, one big and one small, who were already hungry, quickly ate them all.

Among them, Ling'er actually ate most of it, Zhang Fan glanced at her quite unexpectedly, and didn't want her small belly to be so pretending.

As if sensing his gaze, Ling'er lowered her head embarrassedly, and then as if she had found something, "Ah!"

"Huh?" Zhang Fan glanced at her suspiciously, and asked softly, "Ling'er, what's wrong?"

Ling'er untied her collar, took out a golden lock-shaped pendant from the moon-white clothes, spread it in her palm, and stretched it out in front of Zhang Fan.

At the same time, he said a little gloomily: "Daddy just said, let Ling'er give this thing to uncle." ”

Shi Zhongtian?

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, and the ecstasy that he had recovered instantly covered his face.

took the golden lock from Ling'er's little hand, and as soon as he started, Zhang Fan knew the mystery.

This is a well-refined magic weapon, and its function is similar to that of the Qiankun Bag, but it is more concealed and safe, and there is nothing special.

On top of the golden lock, there is a simple prohibition, the function is roughly to hide the aura, as long as you don't start it, don't deliberately investigate, it is a fake Dan monk, and it is difficult to detect.

It is precisely because of this prohibition that this golden lock has been kept on Ling'er's body, and it has never been discovered by Shenxiao Sect and others.

It's funny to say, the treasure that I have been looking for is right in front of me, but I turned a blind eye, and in the end, the bamboo basket was empty, but it was cheaper Zhang Fan, if they knew about it, I was afraid that I would be angry and faint.

After playing with it a little, Zhang Fan was not in a hurry to break the ban, and asked Ling'er softly:

"Ling'er, when did your father give you the golden lock? Did he tell you anything?"

(To be continued)