It is empty, but the wind is vertical and horizontal, and the clouds and mist are shrouded.

In a moment of battle, the mountains were bulldozed, the earth was torn apart, and the forests were broken......

The land of forests and springs was scorched all over the fields, and the chaotic aura persisted for a long time, turning into a violent wind, whimpering and echoing in this empty area.

Zhang Fan closed his eyes, as if he had entered an ethereal, what no one knew was that under the sleeves, one of his hands was always tightly holding the faded red Nine Flame Dragon Ball, and he kept calling in his heart, the faint spark, as if he had not yet come out of the scene a moment ago.

Suddenly, the vacant hand was soft and warm, like a naughty fish, burrowing into the palm.

"Pity!"

Zhang Fan opened his eyes, looked back, and saw that he was smiling gently, the trickiness of the little demon girl was no longer there, and some were only distressed, pity, comfort, and companionship......

Everyone thinks that he has taken a big advantage, maybe only the woman next to him can feel the remorse and pain in his heart!

Subconsciously, I held her little hand, felt the warmth and softness of the palm, and suddenly felt a sense of relief, as if the temperature comforted the loneliness and the softness smoothed the wound.

"Whew~~~"

Looking at the distant sky, the beauties around him, Zhang Fan let out a long breath, as if he had exhausted the depression in his heart at one time, and as if he had made some decision in a deep depression.

At this time, everyone had already come back to their senses, and they nodded solemnly to him one by one, before they got up and flew in the air and flew towards the direction of the Illusory Demon Dao Mountain Gate.

The super perception told him that in the polite actions that seemed to be no different, there was respect, admiration, and admiration......

If it was in Ping, Zhang Fan would definitely be excited for the attention of these people who represent the highest power in Qinzhou, and even look up, even if they are not visible, they will definitely be secretly happy.

But at this time, he didn't have this idea, and he didn't have this mood, all he thought about was to break the pill into a baby, take revenge, and resurrect the bitter old, but these three things.

"Donghua!"

Jiutian Zhenren Feng Jiuling did not leave, came to Zhang Fan's side, stood side by side with him, and said thoughtfully: "Donghua, since you made a three-year contract with that Yuan madman before everyone, then there is no reason to regret it. ”

"Hmm!"

Zhang Fan nodded when he heard this, this is natural, if he makes a big statement first, and then regrets it, it will become the biggest laughing stock among Yuanying Zhenren in a few days, and Faxiangzong will also be humiliated.

He had no intention of repenting, and forcibly took away that little bit of the earth's primordial fetus, in addition to an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, he also had the intention of coercing him to come.

With the surname of the Nine Rings of Hatred, it seems that there is no need for this, but he still does it, just in case, this person, he will be killed! If he does not take precautions, he will avoid and not fight at that time, but he will not be able to find him.

"That's good!"

Feng Jiuling seemed to have made up his mind, and then said: "Go back to the mountain, don't delay for a moment, the old man will go and talk to the old monster of the candle, and my Faxiang Sect will do its best to supply you, so that you can step into the mid-stage realm within three years!"

When he said this, Feng Jiuling subconsciously brought out the sound of gasping, maybe he still didn't know it, but it was not difficult to know how distressed he was.

Can you not feel distressed?

With the power of the sect, it is possible to pile up a monk in the early stage of the Yuan Infant to a realm, and reach the middle stage of the Yuan Infant that is on par with the Nine Rings of the Hatred Land, but it is difficult!

It was a mountain-like resource, an innumerable spiritual object, if it fell into the hands of the right person, it might be used to build a sect, and it was not a big problem.

Feng Jiuling dared to make such a promise, first, in order to protect the calf, he always regarded Zhang Fan as a disciple of the same line, and second, Zhang Fan had just made a great achievement, and the corpse abandoned the sect alone, it was enough to shut up all the people in the sect, including Candle Jiuxiao.

What he meant, Zhang Fan naturally understood.

What kind of character Feng Jiuling is, he clearly saw that Zhang Fan was not qualified to be on an equal footing with Yuan Tianxin, who hated the Nine Chains.

Of course, he didn't know the reason for the previous result, but at least one thing was certain, it was with the help of external forces.

Such a powerful external force erupts in an instant and does not allow the skeleton real person to hold the Shura Banner to make a move, what kind of concept is that? How can there be so much of this kind of thing?

In his opinion, if he does it again, Zhang Fan, who has no hole cards in his hand, will definitely die.

Unless within three years, Zhang Fan will be piled up to the realm of the middle of the Yuan Infant, although the foundation is unstable and the consumption is huge, which is not conducive to the development of the future, but in order to save his life, he can't take care of so much.

Also in the realm of the middle of the Yuan Infant, even if Yuan Tianxin has the help of ancient treasures, Zhang Fan may not be afraid of him, at least he has the power to compete, and under the attention of all the real people in Kyushu in the world, it is not impossible to win the battle.

On one side is Jiuyou, on the other side is Heavenly Court, and everyone knows how to choose, so Feng Jiuling is so decisive.

As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't even wait, and directly stretched out his hand to pull Zhang Fan's sleeve. Looking at him, three years, too nervous, just in case, can be said earlier, just earlier.

I never thought that this pull was a nullity.

"Huh?"

"Donghua, don't worry about ......"

Feng Jiuling was stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately, and hurriedly explained. Obviously, he misunderstood something, thinking that Zhang Fan didn't want to embarrass him, or didn't want to increase the burden on the sect.

After all, the Qinzhou War, Fang Yi's prelude, and just after a hundred years of mountain closure, it was the time when the sect's resources were most scarce.

Before he finished speaking, he saw Zhang Fan shaking his head resolutely and interrupted: "Disciple has thanked the ancestor for his kindness!"

Perhaps it was the first time that Zhang Fan performed the disciple salute completely, and then continued: "Ancestor Feng, in the past three years, the disciple will travel all over the world and understand nature, in order to go further, and there is no need to do more." ”

"But ......"

"Ancestor, rest assured!"

Zhang Fan took a deep breath and said, "The disciple has made up his mind!"

"Ancestor Feng, you believe me, in three years, I will win!"

I will win...... I will win......

Suddenly like the echo of the empty valley, the four words of the categorical cut, the sound of gold and stone, the empty and decisive, that is absolute confidence, ten out of ten certainty.

“......”

"Okay!"

Feng Jiuling sighed, finally stopped persuading, patted him on the shoulder, hesitated, and added: "If there is an accident, remember to report back to the sect, the old man has not moved his muscles for several years, I can't say it, just go and learn the tricks of the juniors!"

After speaking, as if he felt a little embarrassed, he dodged, turned into a streamer, and shot towards the gate of the Illusion Demon Dao.

"Ancestor Feng~"

Zhang Fan couldn't help but wonder, what his old man meant, Zhang Fan didn't understand.

It's nothing more than when the time is approaching, if you are not sure, don't be reckless, tell him. He was a nine-day real man who was ready to risk the world's disapproval, and first went to intercept and kill Yuan Tianxin, who hated the nine chains.

At that time, it will not be Zhang Fan who does not fight, but the other party has broken the contract.

This kind of means can't be put on the table, not to mention whether it can succeed or not, how much risk it is, how many discerning people in the world alone, and who can hide it?

In this way, it is clear that his personal safety and reputation, and even the reputation of Faxiangzong, are exchanged for the safety of Zhang Fan.

Of course, Zhang Fan will not do this, but this intention cannot but be remembered in his heart.

At this time, he really regarded Feng Jiuling as an elder in the same lineage.

Feng Jiuling walked well, in the vast world, in the whimpering sound of the wind in the sky, only Zhang Fan and Xiruo were two people, holding hands, watching the sunset slowly replaced by the starry sky, the cold starlight sprinkled on the body, and the slightest coolness penetrated.

The beautiful scenery of the good day, accompanied by the stars and the moon, for a long time, silent, silent at this time.

"It's a pity, I have to wait for you again. ”

Sigh, there is love, there is apology, there is an indescribable meaning, a word "wait", the heart is exhausted, and a hundred years of looking back.

"If you want me to wait, I'll wait!"

If she is still smiling, she seems to be very satisfied and happy, although her eyes seem to be shining, even if you don't know what you are waiting for, but as long as you know who you are waiting for!

At this moment, all the brutality faded, all the eccentricities were gone, and the talking, laughing and killing people back then were more like in a dream, leaving only pure as water, and only Zhang Fan could see the purity and brightness.

Uncontrollable tenderness surged up, Zhang Fan stretched out his hand, stroked his night-like hair, jade-like face, wiped the pair of autumn water, wiped away the pearl rain and dew, and finally slipped down, took Rouyi, and pecked lightly on the side of his mouth.

A hundred years ago, in the hearts of the two people who were clinging to each other at this time, it was not as good as this gentle kiss, like two hearts, suddenly getting closer.

Whispering all night, chattering all night, telling the family things one by one, as if the husband who left home is explaining to his wife, such a warm feeling, whether it is Zhang Fan or Xiruo, is the first time to have.

The night is as cool as water, the starry wind is like a lan, the fog hides the stars, the clouds cover the bright moon, unconsciously, as if it is just a moment, the eastern sky, the morning star jumps into the sky, and the fish belly turns white, reflecting the sky.

The time of solitude, the beautiful time, just like the colorful clouds that are easy to disperse, is always fleeting, and it has passed.

When the sun rises in the east and the seven-colored lake under the feet reappears poignant and magnificent, there is only a woman in white, alone on the shore of the lake, gazing at the northern sky, as if there is a remembrance and expectation.

"And the heaven and the earth are the furnace, the creation is the work, the yin and yang are the charcoal, and all things are the copper, and the news is scattered, and there are constant rules. If you suddenly become embarrassed, why should you be empty, and if you turn into a foreign body, what is the trouble?"

Vaguely, there seemed to be a majestic and desolate singing voice, drifting in the breeze, accompanied by a faint trace of people.

Sad but not relative, sad but not sad, as if constantly telling about the impermanence of life, gathering and scattering and separation, empty sadness is useless, and challenging the road ahead alone.

......

"Pity!"

"I will walk the road of Yuanying, and when the road is over, it will be my return!"

......

The singing was in his ears, and Zhang Fan's words when he left also echoed out of his heart and did not disperse for a long time.

"It's a pity that I'll wait for you, wait for you, take you, and wait for you to come back together~"

With a faint sigh, he floated up, and suddenly there were pearl-like droplets of broken threads, dripping into the lake.

Is it the cold of the night, or the tears of the pearl? But no one knows.

(To be continued)