Chapter 1490 Mystery

Ye Fan walked forward, accompanied by Zhang Wenchang, and climbed the low mountain. Pull cattle m

Streams are gurgling, green vines climb the walls, and the fragrance of grass is mixed with the moist earthy smell. This place is natural and pure. The terrain in front is flat, a water pool is clear and translucent, and the wild flowers are scattered on the shore, and the fragrance is fragrant.

A child sat there quietly, his face was full of immaturity, as if he was thinking, he was very handsome, more beautiful than a girl, and his starry eyes were shining, like a little fairy, detached from the dust.

"Ding"

He seemed to think about it, and a pair of delicate fingers began to pluck the strings, ding ding dong dong, like a clear spring dripping, and like a moonlight sprinkled, sweet and light, making people peaceful.

After a while, the tone of the song changed, and it became more and more detached, just like an exiled immortal knocking on the immortal stone.

The whole mountain became clear for a while, and the front of the water pool was especially peaceful, detached, and without a trace of tacky, and many flowers bloomed in the sound of boo boo.

One bird after another was attracted, hovering over its head, falling around the guqin, chirping softly around him, and being attracted by its superb sound.

"What's his name?" Ye Fan asked softly.

This child and Hua Yunfei are similar in form and spirit, and even say that there is no difference, even the sound of the piano is so superb, and the temperament is so outstanding.

"Hua Yunfei." Zhang Wenchang said.

The same person, the same name, makes Ye Fan's mind move, is it a similar huā, or is there another secret?

"The name is the same, but the person is no longer the same." Zhang Wenchang explained that this is Hua Yunfei's younger brother, who was born in recent years and was given the same name by the Lord of Star Peaks.

In front, the star peaks are towering and stand out from the crowd. They are higher than other mountains. Whether it is day or night, there are large silver-white brilliance sprinkled from the sky, which is the power of stars.

"Zheng!"

at this time. The child stopped the sound of the piano, stopped, and looked at them with a pair of black gem-like eyes, staring at Ye Fan. I don't know when they arrived.

On Xingfeng, a middle-aged man's shirt fluttered, and he crossed the waves. When he arrived here, he landed on a low mountain.

"I have seen Senior Hua." Zhang Wenchang gave a gift.

The Lord of Star Peaks is really super dusty, dressed in blue, with loose hair. The former Hua Yunfei resembled him in four or five parts. He looked calm, nodded, and then looked at Ye Fan.

Ye Fan faced calmly, this person is very unusual, but with his current cultivation base, he can naturally handle it calmly without any pressure.

"Yunfei is a good boy. He was grabbed by a pair of invisible hands and couldn't get rid of it. I didn't protect him well." The middle-aged man had infinite sadness.

Ye Fan didn't know what to say. After all, he killed Hua Yunfei himself.

"I don't blame you, Yunfei wants to kill you first, and the result is nothing to say. I only hate myself for being incompetent, for not protecting his childhood, not seeing the desire of a child, let alone seeing it. His hurt and sadness." The middle-aged man whispered.

This young boy's name is Hua Yunfei, which is enough to explain the problem and pin the grief in his heart.

The **-year-old child got up and walked over quietly. Looking at Ye Fan, he said, "Have we met before, why do we seem to know each other?"

Ye Fan was shocked and showed an incredible look.

"Yes, you are the Eucharist that people often say, and it is quite similar to what I imagined." The child blinked his eyes curiously.

Ye Fan's heart was quite disturbed. Is this a coincidence? Even if they are the same father and the same mother, they are too similar, especially that kind of eyes, which are generally the same.

"This child only likes the piano. I will follow all his choices and let him be a happy piano boy." The Lord of Star Peaks said sadly, with tears streaming down his face.

He stroked the child's head lightly, full of love, but he didn't know whether he was speaking to the younger son or to Hua Yunfei who was under Jiuquan.

Ye Fan left Taixuan and sighed softly, all living beings are fighting in this world, living, old, sick, and dying, how can they escape? He is also just a passerby.

"You have to be careful and take care of yourself." Zhang Wenchang instructed, but today there is turmoil, the saints are coming, and the road to immortality is about to open, and God knows what kind of terrible war will happen.

Ye Fan nodded and said to himself, "The appearance of this child gave me a problem."

"Why?" Zhang Wenchang asked.

"I only believe in this life. But he is another huā after my disciple huāhuā who is the same as the previous life. Is this going to shake my faith?" Ye Fan said to himself.

"If there is an afterlife, a piano boy, a reincarnation, this is the best ending for him." Zhang Wenchang said.

Ye Fan just left and joined Ye Tong, Xiao Queer and others.

"In the next life, if you believe, you will have it, if you don't believe it, you won't. As time goes by, there will eventually be two identical huā flowers in the world. Whether they are the same flower or not will be judged by future generations." Ye Fan whispered, thinking of the old monk in the West Desert. if.

He knew that one day in the future this might be a problem on his way to the emperor that needed to be solved.

Ye Fan has a special feeling for the Southern Region. Back then, when Nine Dragons pulled a coffin and fell into the ancient forbidden area, he embarked on the path of cultivation from this area.

With his disciples, he secretly came to Lingxu Dongtian, and wanted to pay homage to the old man Wu Qingfeng, who was Pang Bo's master and the first person to introduce him to the door.

In the past, I have visited many times, but this time I have been away for too long, one hundred and dozens of others, and I don't know how the old man is now.

However, when he came here, he only saw one grave.

Birth, old age, sickness, and death cannot be broken. Ye Fan once gave the old man a sacred spring in a barren and ancient forbidden area. Even this cannot break the laws of nature.

"senior……"

Ye Fan stood in front of the grave, feeling lost, his heart was empty, bitter and sour. With a sad look on his face, he knelt down and bowed his head earnestly.

If you don't become immortals, people will eventually return to the loess, and this should only be the beginning. In the future, as time passes by, he may see more graves, burying friends and deceased... This is an irresistible natural law!

This time, Ye Fan lingered for a long time, let Long Ma, Gu Jinpeng and others leave first, and waited for him in the distance. He was alone outside the Lingxu cave, feeling sad.

Based on his current cultivation base, naturally no one can find him, walk through the place where he once practiced, and finally come to the tomb of Qingdi next to Lingxu Cave.

The tomb of Yang is broken. That is the treasure that Emperor Qing left to future generations, and it no longer exists.

The Yin tomb remains the same, a deep black pool runs through the nine secluded places, and it is said that the barren pagoda once suppressed it. The corpse carrying the Qing Emperor has gone further afield.

"Who?!"

Suddenly, Ye Fan turned his head sharply, and he seemed to see an old figure in front of the grave, and he turned into a streamer and rushed over.

However, when he came closer, he saw that the pool was as dark as ink, unfathomable. The surrounding people are vague, empty and silent, and there is nothing.

Ye Fan was in shock, considering his current cultivation, can anyone be so much faster than him? Incredible! Is this the real figure, or is it a hallucination caused by the uneasy feeling of mourning and thinking of the figure of the elder who led him on the spiritual path?

He stood there for a long time and finally left.

Ye Fan took Xiao Que'er, Jiang Ting, Long Ma, etc. all the way north. It aroused the attention of the world, and as soon as he came back, he wiped out the Jinwu clan, causing a mighty storm. worldwide attention.

The group of them did not hide their true bodies, and went north. On the same day, Killing Saint Ziro appeared. Perhaps it should be called Killing Saint King. There were tears in the other eye.

"It's good to be back... just come back!" The old killer's rare true feelings revealed that he had been haggard over the years, and now he saw Ye Fan becoming a half-step great saint. Heartfelt joy, tears looming.

Whoever said that the killer is ruthless and that the years have dyed his hair with frost, he has tried his best to seek explanations for Ye Tong and others, but he really can't resist the great sage. Nearly died.

Later, he went to the Western Desert again, trying to save huāhuā, but he almost died at the foot of Mount Sumeru, his old body almost withered and collapsed.

The old knife was holding his grandfather, and they all had dark wounds on their bodies, but it was not a problem for Ye Fan at all.

"Senior, rest in peace, everything belongs to me!" Ye Fan said strongly, looking westward.

On the same day, Yan Yixi, Li Heishui, etc. appeared, and they also looked for them. Ye Fan killed Jinwu in anger.

"You kid is really back, I thought it was some bastard who wanted to cheat us." Dongfang Ye was as before, wearing a beast skin battle suit, with his upper body covered, his bronze-colored body sturdy, carrying a mace, and the whole Just a savage.

He is very fierce, and he has already stepped into the realm of the king of saints. His body alone has the power to capture Jiao Fupeng, and his masculinity is strong like wolf smoke.

Dongfangye is very powerful and can definitely walk sideways in the same realm as the Holy King, but such a person has suffered a big loss in Western Desert and almost died.

Fortunately, he has a special physique. After several years of cultivation, his body has recovered.

Ye Fan laughed, stepped forward and punched him.

"Ye Ye, do you owe me a god girl, when will you pay it back?" Li Tian leaned forward, still as before, with evil spirits.

"How many immemorial gods are there, how many have you settled?" Ye Fan laughed.

"I'm not interested in them anymore, but I fell in love with a few masters in Ximo, and they were brilliant. Unfortunately, those monks were too careless. A group of people were jealous of me, and they chased and killed me and escaped for 300,000 miles." Li Tian Said with a grin.

"Deserving it."

Li Tian is still injured so far, it goes without saying that he fell down to save huāhuā.

Yan Yixi has an extraordinary temperament and an excellent appearance. Like Li Tian, ​​she has injuries on her body, but her face is calm and calm.

"Ye Zi, you are finally back, Brother Monkey has left, and Ji Zi has gone far. If it wasn't for Ye Tong and huāhuā, we would like to enter the starry sky to find you." Li Heishui said, revealing his true feelings.

"Don't worry, take your time. In the future, everyone will go to the ancient road of the human race." Ye Fan smiled and gathered again. Although there were still some people missing, it was already very lively, and he felt warm.

There are naturally endless words among the crowd, and they have talked about a lot. One thing is consistent, that is, cursing the black emperor and cursing this dog is too unreliable.

"The water in the Western Desert is deep, and it is really difficult to attack. Our Heavenly Village is so strong, we are by no means weak in this world, but in the Western Desert, we suffered a huge loss and almost wiped out the entire army. If you want to go west, you must be cautious. Fight with blood."

This is the common view of the deceased. Mount Sumeru is a peerless and terrifying place. It is a dragon pool and a tiger's den, which is difficult to attack and needs to be handled with caution.

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