The sound of the flute is melodious, and there is no hole in the flute like crying and complaining, such as resentment, but there are worries and loneliness in it.

The girl's feelings are always poems, between the water, the nostalgia and expectation of the veins are silent, wandering in the world of Ziyun Liulan, and entering the ears of a person, a ghost and a monkey, and also giving birth to different feelings.

Zhang Fan listened attentively, and in his mind, a purple orchid living in the hollow valley slowly danced in the wind, indescribably beautiful.

The ascetic first frowned, and then looked at Zhang Fan, his face full of playful smiles.

The wild monkey reacted most directly, touching its stomach and looking at its owner hopefully, with emotion in its big watery eyes, almost saying "I'm hungry".

Seeing the appearance of this ghost and monkey, Zhang Fan shook his head, kicked the wild monkey's buttocks, let it find food on its own, and then raised his eyes to look into the distance, as if he could pass through the impermeable purple rhyme and see the vicissitudes of the castle behind it.

The charm of wood is the charm of wood, after Zhang Fan's kick, the wild monkey screamed, and instantly escaped into the purple rhyme and flow, the green light flickered a few times, and there was no trace of it, if it wasn't for the faint hint of a little heart-wrenching connection, even Zhang Fan couldn't find its shadow.

As soon as his body moved, the fiery red streamer passed over the purple flowers, and at this time, the purpose was clear, so naturally there was no need to walk among the flowers like last time.

This medicine field in Shutong Cave Mansion is already very big for the medicine people who have lived here for generations, like a complete world, but for Zhang Fan, it is only a few breaths in time, and it will come to an end.

There, a castle that has survived the vicissitudes of life stands.

Walking through the broken city gate, Zhang Fan made a few turns and came to a secret room.

Along the way, the sound of the flute became louder and louder, and the initial drift disappeared, becoming clearer and clearer, and when it reached the door, it was more like playing in the ears.

Zhang Fan didn't rush in, he stood quietly behind the door for a moment so early, until a turn and the sound of the flute suddenly stopped, then he sighed and stepped in.

"Brother!"

In the secret room, on a vanilla woven futon, a slender and graceful girl was slowly removing the bone flute from her red lips, and as soon as she looked up, she saw Zhang Fan's figure.

First startled, then ecstatic, a "brother" exhaled very naturally, and then reacted, a touch of red from the snow-white neck overflowed, spreading, gradually to the forehead of the purple orchid, such as a thin layer of powder, even more beautiful.

"Ahh

Seeing Zhang Fan's smiling gaze, Wan'er was startled, her little hand shrank suddenly, and she hid behind her, her little face was even more ruddy, and her shy little daughter's posture was revealed.

"Huh?"

Although her movements were fast, how could she escape Zhang Fan's eyes.

In Wan'er's hand, in addition to the bone flute left by her father's uncle Wuji, she also tightly pinched an ordinary jade pendant.

This jade pendant is nothing else, it is the self-defense thing that Zhang Fan left for her before leaving, the forbidden hub of the secret room here.

At that time, things were in a hurry, and Zhang Fan didn't have time to elaborately carve them, but he did it casually, which was inevitably rude, but looking at the girl's appearance, it was obvious that she loved it like a treasure.

After a while, Wan'er seemed to have mustered up enough courage, raised her head, and said with a smile: "Wan'er knows that my brother will come back." ”

The joy and satisfaction in the words are clear even to the stone people.

Zhang Fan smiled when he heard this, was silent, hesitated for a moment, and still sighed: "Wan'er, my brother still has to leave." ”

“......”

Wan'er's little face turned white suddenly, she lowered her head and twisted the corners of her clothes, and said in an inaudible voice, "When will you come back?"

She still didn't understand. ”

"Not all outsiders are like her father, who will never leave here. ”

Zhang Fan couldn't bear it in his heart, hesitated slightly, and still said bluntly: "One hundred years!"

"One Hundred Years ......"

Wan'er looked pale and asked in disbelief.

What is the concept of a hundred years, since her lifetime, but more than ten years have passed, after a hundred years, I am afraid that the face is no longer red, and there are a pile of dry bones.

Burying her father with her own hands, the girl has long understood what life and death are, and even if she can live until then, she cannot imagine her gray hair.

After a while, Zhang Fan looked at her crying appearance and couldn't help asking, "Wan'er, are you willing to leave with your brother?"

This question was asked once at the beginning, but Wan'er's answer was categorical, making it impossible for people to be reluctant.

Without thinking, Wan'er suddenly raised her head, and without even a moment of hesitation, she gave an affirmative answer.

"Wan'er ......"

"Come with my brother!"

"Huh?"

Zhang Fan was stunned, looking at the girl's expression full of trust and attachment, and the words of persuasion that had been prepared for a while choked in his throat.

He has cultivated all his life, and he has no distractions, where can he understand the complex thoughts of the girl.

In this closed small world, at the most desperate moment, Zhang Fan appeared in front of Wan'er and saved her, coupled with his identity as an outsider, he secretly coincided with Wan'er's father.

For a while, the grateful attachment that seemed to be more important than her relatives took root in her little heart.

refused to leave the previous time, there was a fear of the outside world, and there was also an expectation that Zhang Fan would come back again and never leave like her father.

This time it was different, knowing that once she said goodbye, how could she be stubborn again.

"Boy!"

"I can't see your kid's cold appearance, you're quite a woman!"

The joking voice of the ascetic man sounded in his head.

The bitter old man teased. ”

Zhang Fan said with a wry smile.

It's a pity that he is dedicated to cultivating, seeking the road of eternal life, and being at ease, but he has never considered the matter of children's affection, and he doesn't want to get such an evaluation today.

At this moment, the sound of "squeak" came, and when he looked back, he felt a flower in front of him, and a green light flashed, which instantly stopped on Zhang Fan's shoulder.

It's Bi Ling!

The wild monkey's eyes rolled around with bones, and he glanced at Wan'er curiously, then left it behind, and held something on his paws in front of Zhang Fan, his face full of flattery.

"Huh?"

"Seven Leaf Orchid!"

In the hands of the wild monkey, it is a horse chestnut orchid spirit grass, but although the flowers are delicate, the leaves are only two or three open, and they do not have too high medicinal value.

The body of the wild monkey is the famous agarwood condensation jade knot, when it is said to be subdued, it is intended to be specially cultivated for the purpose of finding spiritual grass, and I don't want to open meat for the first time in this kind of place.

This horse chestnut orchid is not a good thing, but in this medicinal field that has become the world of Ziyun Liulan, it is not easy to find a living spiritual object.

Zhang Fan patted its head, and was about to encourage it a few words, but in the corner of his eye, he saw Wan'er's eyes wandering, and his eyes were full of love when he looked at Qiye Lan.

After a little groaning, I understood.

Although Wan'er grew up here, when she became governor, the entire medicine field had been polluted, and she was an ordinary person, and she didn't dare to look for it in a remote place, because she had never seen flowers other than Ziyun Liulan in her life.

In fact, this horse chestnut orchid is also relatively high in medicinal value, if you talk about the beauty of the flowers, it may not be able to catch up with the purple rhyme!

Zhang Fan's heart moved, and a thought passed on through the spiritual connection with the wild monkey.

Bi Ling scratched his head, the monkey head looked at it brainily, and then jumped in front of Wan'er, and sent the Qiye Orchid in his paws to Wan'er in a posture like worshipping Guanyin.

"Brother, is this for me?"

Looking at Wan'er's eyes with a look of surprise, Zhang Fan smiled and nodded.

With this friendship of sending flowers, soon a person and a monkey became acquainted, and the wild monkey covered in turquoise like leaves, was obediently held in Wan'er's arms, and was rubbed his head from time to time, and whispered: Be good!

Although the body does not move, but the monkey's surname, those eyes are still smart and fluttering, pitiful to be hugged tightly, and the owner strictly ordered not to struggle, a monkey face looks extremely helpless, causing people to gimmick.

"Let's go!"

Zhang Fan saw that Wan'er seemed to be a little happy, so he no longer hesitated, and took her little hand to the dark room inside.

In the dark room, it was no different from the one who came before, whether it was the painting scroll of Shu Wuji or the teleportation array on the ground, there was no change in the slightest.

With a wave of Zhang Fan's hand, eight high-grade spirit stones flew out and were neatly inlaid on the teleportation array.

Like a person who has been hungry for a long time, he is suddenly full, and the teleportation array suddenly brightens, the light is dazzling and dazzling, and the small dark room is suddenly illuminated, as if it is day.

A pillar of misty light also soared on the teleportation array.

"Wan'er, do you have anything else to bring?"

Wan'er shook her head at first, then nodded, and pointed at the wall with her slender white hand, which was the picture scroll.

Zhang Fan didn't say much, but with a move in his hand, the scroll immediately flew off the wall, obediently fell into his hands, and immediately pulled Shu Wan'er, stepped out, and entered the pillar of light.

As soon as he entered, the light on the teleportation array was dazzling, like the color of platinum, rendering the two figures of one large and one small in a hazy manner, distorted for a while.

In a trance, it seemed that Zhang Fan looked back, muttering in his mouth, but he didn't hear the sound.

After a while, the light suddenly converged, and when the dust settled, in the dark room, there was no human figure, only a voice, as if coming from the void:

"I'll be back!"

Fluctuating, without beginning or end, as if an illusion, it dissipates quickly.

...... Deep underground, dark and silent, a large stone chamber, eternal silence.

As if experiencing the vicissitudes of life, the once magnificent murals on the four walls are peeling off, all kinds of tables, chairs and beds are decorated, and there are all kinds of broken wood and gravel, and thick dust covers the ground, and the color of the past has long been lost.

I don't know how long this decay and silence lasted, but it seemed to last forever.

Suddenly, a pillar of light burst up from the ground, connecting the dome and the ruins below, slowly spreading out.

Just when this pillar of light spread throughout the stone chamber, it suddenly shrank without warning, and then a dazzling light, which made people dare not look at it directly, suddenly appeared, as if a small sun suddenly fell into the stone chamber.

The light shone to the extreme, and an invisible force suddenly appeared, centered on a certain place on the ground, and spread out in all directions.

On the ground, all the rubble and debris were lined up in all directions with this force, and they were pushed to the corner of the wall and piled up, revealing an extremely complex pattern on the ground.

"Boom~"

A roar resounded, bringing endless reverberations, spreading far away.

Guanghua shook and retracted, and above the pattern in the center of the stone room, there were fluctuations, and when they calmed down, the two figures, a man and a woman, were already standing firmly on the ground.

The dizziness dissipated, Zhang Fan slowly opened his eyes, and swept the situation in the stone room at once.

"Good!"

Feeling the aura around him, Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and muttered to himself.

"Yes, boy, you guessed right. ”

"It's the nest of those ground rats. ”

The voice of the bitter man came out in his mind, and the faint excitement could not be concealed, as if he had returned to the prosperous years for a while.

The aura of this place, there is the coldness of yin, the irritability of earth fire, mixed and dissolving, and the five elements of spiritual power are entangled in it, if you talk about the concentration, it is ten times thicker than Qinzhou where the earth qi erupted.

In addition to those ancient remnants who have existed in the depths of the earth's heart for tens of thousands of years, where else can this be.

"Hahahaha......"

"I didn't expect that there would be such a teleportation array that could come and go freely. ”

"If those ground rats find out, I don't know what they will regret?"

The voice of the ascetic man was full of schadenfreude.

Zhang Fan also smiled, those remnants of the ancients, who entered Qinzhou by breaking out the Nine Shades Great Annihilation Curse, can be said to be fighting against the water, there is no way to retreat, and if they don't succeed, they will die.

But if he found out that the teleportation array was in and out of a very different place, there was a large rear support, and it could be slowly figured out, the situation would be very different.

Caught off guard, it was not possible that the immortal cultivators of Qinzhou might be defeated by them at one time, and there was no need to leave the suspense for a hundred years later.

At this time, after a moment of rest, Wan'er also recovered, opened her eyes, looked around timidly, and her small body involuntarily leaned towards Zhang Fan's side, and the little hands on the corners of his clothes were a little white with excessive force.

Bi Ling in Wan'er's arms also suffered, and twisted uncomfortably, that is, it was not a real monkey, otherwise it would have fainted after such a strangulation.

Patting her little hand for comfort, Zhang Fan glanced outside the stone room, only to see a dark and dull place, lifeless, and then look at the situation of this stone room, I know that no one has been here for many years.

With a slight groan, the sleeves of his shirt slammed down, and a stream of air surged, bursting out.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, the wind howled, rushing forward in the corridor, turning and bifurcating, the road was dead, and all kinds of sounds echoed, like a symphonic movement.

"Here!"

Zhang Fan's expression moved, and he firmly remembered a location.

There, the spread of wind and sound, as if resisted by some soft and tenacious force, bounced back faintly, like a murmur, clearly reflected in his mind.

"Inner Earth, I'm coming!"

With a slight smile, Zhang Fan took Wan'er's little hand and strolled out.

(To be continued)