Seeing Uncle Kang's unconcealed anxiety, Zhang Fan didn't sell it, and said directly: "Don't worry, what the juniors want will not delay Uncle Kang's time." ”

"Oh?"

In Old Man Kang's puzzled eyes, Zhang Fan gave the answer.

"What I want is a copy of the Blood Spirit Pill and a copy of "Strange Things", how about it?"

"Strange Things" was naturally added by him temporarily, and his original intention was to put the blood elixir on it.

Tsukidan is good, but he doesn't lack it, and he may not be able to get it again. Although the spiritual weapon is precious, it doesn't take long for him to refine it himself, not to mention, with the top-level spiritual weapon in his hand, he doesn't pay much attention to other goods.

Regardless of life and death, it was not an impulse to go to the Valley of No Return, from beginning to end, all he wanted was a blood spirit pill.

Grandpa, after all, he is nearly 100 years old, if there is no elixir to continue his life, how many years can he live? Although the will of heaven is difficult to violate, if he does not fight for it within the scope of his ability, how can it be done by the Son of Man?

Old man Kang naturally didn't know what Zhang Fan was thinking, and he was immediately stunned when he heard the words.

The kid in front of him looks like he is in his twenties, what is the use of asking for blood elixir? Of course, it may also be given to others, that's all, he still wants to ......

Thinking that someone could not build a base dan and a spiritual weapon, but instead ask for the book he had written, the old man felt tears in his eyes for a while.

Originally, he thought that even if this book was written, he was afraid that it would take a hundred and eighty years in this Morning Star Hall to see if it would be taken by a discerning little monk and play a role.

No, now that the book is still being written, someone has already asked for it, how can this not make him feel like a bosom friend.

"Okay, okay, no problem, no problem. The old man muttered and repeated, and only after a long time did he continue: "After the elixir is refined, the old man will have someone send it to you, as for the "Strange Things" ......."

Speaking of this, he hesitated for a moment before continuing: "When the time comes, you will give the old man a ride for me, and by the way, you will take it yourself." ”

"Okay, a word is a deal, and the juniors have taken their leave. As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and strode away.

Here, Zhang Fan didn't want to stay for a moment, especially after listening to Uncle Kang's story, his heart felt like a stone had been pressed, and he gradually felt stagnant and unable to breathe.

As soon as he walked out of the door, he put his hands on his knees and gasped violently.

Just now, through Uncle Kang's wrinkled old face, he seems to be able to see his future, as well as the cliff that seems to be eternal and unchanging.

All of a sudden, my whole body trembled, and I was so frightened that I couldn't help myself!

He had killed dozens of people without changing his face, and he had personally turned a living human life into a blood mist in an instant, and his hands were already stained with blood.

But I never felt that death was so close to me.

At the time of the killing, he always held the belief that "the enemy is not human" in his heart, so he didn't feel anything?

At this time, Xu is object hurt his kind, invisibly, he actually overlapped with the old man Kang, and for a while, boundless fear tightly wrapped around him like a thread, strangled to death......

"Between life and death, there is great terror. ”

Zhang Fan smiled wryly and muttered to himself.

I have heard this sentence countless times and said it countless times, but only at this moment can I truly appreciate the deep meaning.

The hands holding his knees suddenly clenched, and he shouted silently in his heart: "No, I will never fall into such an end, no!"

As if he had roared out the depression in his heart, the violent wheezing slowed down slightly, Zhang Fan straightened up and couldn't help but look back again.

Behind him, the gate of the Morning Star Hall suddenly became dark and deep, as if he wanted to choose someone to devour.

Trying to calm the chaotic thoughts in his heart and suppress the surging fear, after a long time, Zhang Fan regained his former calm and had room to think.

Uncle Kang is undoubtedly admirable, but his path is wrong.

How can we, the monks, put our life's work in the void!

Only eternity and freedom are worthy of our waiting, going against the sky, struggling in every way, and dying.

The long road to immortality is eternal.

There are thousands of laws, and the fight is free.

Only in the world of immortality, not to perish with plants and trees, is the supreme desire of living beings.

What else do you want besides immortality?

But ask:

The heavens cannot brush my will, the earth cannot go against my heart, life and death are in my hands, and everything is as I wish.

If not, even if he is immortal, he is just a puppet of others, trapped in a cage, and not taken by the wise!

"Eternity and Freedom, Eternity and Freedom......"

kept repeating, the simple five words, as if there was endless magic, firmly locked his mind.

Gradually, the light in his eyes converged, he regained focus, his eyebrows were blank, and he was firm again.

As if reborn from the fire, the road in front of me suddenly opened up, and there was no longer the ignorance and confusion of the past.

What's the use of cultivating? Just seek immortality!

What is the use of spells?

Eternity and freedom, in Zhang Fan's heart, are no longer just slogans or pale words, but truly radiant and true.

Throw all the gloom behind, suddenly relaxed, no longer stay, instantly turned into a streamer, and disappeared in the sky.

......

Outside a small courtyard, a young man wandered, waiting to enter, but hesitated, and if he left, he would not give up, so he could only go back and forth, occasionally peeking into the courtyard, and then retracted like a frightened rabbit, his face flushed.

At this moment, a flash of fire crossed the sky, reappeared, and was already in front of him.

Looking at it, the young man looked surprised and exclaimed, "Senior Brother Zhang, you are finally back......"

Before he finished speaking, he saw that Zhang Fan's face was blue, as if something was wrong, and he couldn't help but snort, and the following words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say it.

Zhang Fan looked at the forbidden courtyard, and vaguely through the shadow of the trees, he could also see a beautiful and graceful back, his face sank like water, and he asked coldly: "Senior Brother Li, what do you mean by this?"

"Huh?" Senior Brother Li was puzzled at first, followed his gaze, and then his face was full of admiration, and he said with surprise: "Senior Brother Zhang, you don't know her, she is ......"

Zhang Fan waved his hand to interrupt, and shouted without a trace of warmth in his words: "No matter who it is, I'll just ask." ”

Senior Brother Li nodded suspiciously, puzzled in his heart, Senior Brother Zhang has always been kind to people, what is the matter today?

Before he could figure it out, Zhang Fan's words were already echoing in his ears.

"I'm just asking you, is she my friend or relative? Is there an appointment? and have I ever summoned you?"

"No!" Senior Brother Li showed a bitter expression on his face, and finally suddenly realized.

Immediately, he said unrelentingly: "But she is ......"

"Who is it!" Zhang Fan's voice was full of expression, and the word "who" came out, but instead of a questioning tone, it was categorical, full of the determination of no matter who it was.

Senior Brother Li's face turned pale when he heard this.