The four rains hit the face. The strong wind suddenly rose. On the sea, the rain gradually became heavier, intermittently connected into one piece, like a huge curtain, slaughtering the sea and the sky.

Above the vast sea, the wind pushed the dark clouds and piled up, and a sense of solemnity and violence gradually emerged. Between the dark clouds and the sea, a fiery red light shone like a sharp blade, and the wind brought about was blowing on the sea, emitting white waves like a dragon-like cannon.

In the flowing light, Zhang Fan suddenly looked back and heard a faint sound of laughter from afar. He was not unwilling to be sad and angry, but only comfort and relief!

In a trance, the woman in purple in the painting appeared in front of her again. However, the charm of looking back made people feel heartbroken and determined, but she felt vaguely happy, as if she was immersed in the warm embrace of her lover.

But after a moment of getting along, Zhang Fan couldn't help feeling sad when he thought of the generous, infatuated and brave man.

Such a hero who once "made a wine glass for a person's head, drank all his hatred and blood in his mouth", was a powerful man and was domineering the world. He did not want to do anything but his wife and daughter, trapped in a corner, drunk and depressed, and made a painting every day to mourn his deceased wife.

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

Is it worth it or not? Admiration or contempt?

Time, but I was not sure. Zhang Fan was just regretful in his heart. Seeing such a hero fall, how could there be no wine in his hand? If there is no drunkenness, how could he sacrifice it?

While feeling moved, he lowered his head and looked at the sweetheart in his arms in his arms. This jin. Bu girl was just silently looking at his chest with empty eyes. Looking at her expression, she seemed to be able to see her father's laughing back through the infinite space.

He sighed secretly, and the flowing light accelerated, sitting close to the sea, washing like a giant dragon playing in the water, slapping the waves, and taking advantage of the momentum to go away.

The waves go to the sky, the wind whistles and the rainstorm pours. At this moment when the sky and the earth are overturned, the sea also shows its glory.

The dark blue is blue and green, calm and heavy, and the boundless sea surface is dyed like ink, showing dark colors, washing like an abyss that devour everything, with infinite horror brewing.

The dark clouds lowered further and further, deep thunder appeared, dazzling lightning wandered, vigorous and violent, as if they wanted to turn everything between them and the sea into discarded powder.

"Boom!"

The thunder pillar as thick as a bucket slashed towards the sea, and a red light passed by, so fast that it even caused the air full of lightning to distort faintly, as if it was about to emit a thunderous sound, shattering the offensive red light into pieces.

But it was too late. The red light was like the rainbow in this stormy night, and it had already stepped far into the sky. Only a faint afterimage was left, endured by the roar of thunder.

When the wind roars and thunder finally stops, dark clouds and heavy rainstorms also have boundaries. The fiery red light comes out from the last cloud layer, and the clouds are clear as if you see the sun.

After a sudden enlightenment, Zhang Fan realized that the scorching sun was almost noon.

Ye ran away with all his might, and the firelight was gradually thinning and eventually disappeared. The shield slowly faded away and even dissipated. Zhang Fan tried his best to protect him. The rain still wet Ling'er's hair in his arms, and the thin yellow clothes were tightly attached to his tender 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, locking in a small island.

Like a meteor, the faint stream of light fell down in the two of them and fell into the island.

It is said to be an island, but it actually looks like a larger reef. When the waves are big, it can be less than half.

On the island, there are short bushes scattered with berries hanging on branches, and occasionally small beasts are lying their heads and are not afraid of people. They just look at the rare visitors with curiosity.

The vague sound of water came from the small hole next to it. When he explored his spiritual sense, Zhang Fan's face immediately showed a satisfied look. He didn't look much, and just hugged Ling'er and walked into the hole in a short body.

As we go further and wider, we get deeper, the cave is like a large courtyard with a dome hanging high. The ground is flat, which is a great place to rest.

What satisfied Zhang Fan even more was that in a corner of the depths of the cave, there was a clear spring filled with water. The spring water was clear and there were slight tiny silverfish like chopsticks swimming in it, rolling and jumping from time to time, making sparse sounds of splashing water.

Feeling the wet clothes of the little girl in her arms, Zhang Fan frowned, put her on the ground, leaned over and said softly, "Ling'er, stay here for a while, uncle will come.

"Um."

Shi Ling'er responded obediently, then saw him getting up and about to leave, and couldn't help but speak timidly again: "Uncle, hurry up, come back quickly."

After saying that, his little body curled up in the corner, like a frightened little beast, which was particularly adorable.

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

A few days ago, the little girl's eyes were blind, but her future life was bright. No one had ever thought that everything would be destroyed in one night. My friends and father all fell in front of her. Although I didn't see her eyes, I was afraid that she would be very clear in my heart.

A sighed in his heart, his body moved and disappeared into the cave.

How could Zhang Fan feel relieved when he was just overwhelmed by such a little girl who had just experienced drastic changes? She was so quick that she had reappeared in the hole after only ten breaths. On her shoulders and hands, there were a large bundle of shrubs and a small beast like a deer.

The shrubs are so stylish and wet. When they enter, a red light flashes and they immediately dry out. When the beast catches it, it is broken and cleaned.

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

"Uncle, you're back!"

When he entered, he did not deliberately hide his steps, and the blind people's ears were often more flexible than ordinary people. Ling'er turned her head slightly cutely and then said happily.

The attachment that was invisibly reflected made Zhang Fan feel warm in his heart. He smiled slightly and flipped his hand. The black cage turned into a red light, covering the entire hole. From then on, everything was foolproof.

Then he threw it in his hand and the large bundle of dry materials fell down. It naturally formed into the shape of a bonfire. At the same time, a little spark flashed out from his fingers and fell onto the pile of wood. In just a moment, the bonfire burned, and waves of heat dispelled the last wet and coldness in the hole.

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

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

The hands were holding each other, and a ball of heat was passed on in his palm, instantly drying Ling'er's clothes. However, the dampness and coldness had already reached the bone, but they still needed to be by the bonfire and then slowly pull out the heat.

Zhang Fan felt a little powerless when he did something that seemed extremely simple on weekdays.

At night, he activated his spiritual power to fly for more than ten thousand miles in the storm. He had already consumed all the spiritual power in his body, but he had just recovered a little. After doing these small things, he was exhausted again.

After a slight breath, Zhang Fan's movements were stable. He did not show any weakness in his body. Instead, he let Ling'er sit next to him as usual, and put the little beast in his hand on it and put it on the bonfire and roasted it.

The smell of flesh quickly spread out, spreading in the air, causing the index fingers of the two people to move.

Although Zhang Fan had the fasting pill in his body, he never accepted it until he had to do so or was in seclusion.

The way to cultivate immortality is to transform people into inhuman beings step by step, and many things cannot be changed, such as indifference.

When a person who lives for more than a thousand years or even infinitely lives, he is only a hundred years old and is busy with things that are meaningless and cannot be seen all day long. How can he not feel like he is looking at an ant?

The summer insects cannot speak of ice, which is the contempt of mortals for short life. The same is true for cultivators to regard mortals.

Perhaps Zhang Fan could not escape this step thousands of years later, but before that, if possible, he still wanted to keep his popularity and diet.

Take out the clean bamboo leaves that have been prepared. Then divide the whole beast into thin slices of meat, spread it on it, and a delicious dish is finished.

The two of them, who were old and hungry, were soon divided into food.

Ling'er could eat most of this. Zhang Fan looked at her unexpectedly, not expecting that her small belly could be so good at pretending.

As if he sensed his gaze, Ling'er lowered her head embarrassedly, and then seemed to have discovered something, "Ah!"

"Hmm?" Zhang Fan looked at her in confusion and asked softly: "Ling'er, what's wrong?"

Ling'er untied her collar, took out a gold-locked pendant from Yuebai's underwear, spread it in her palm, and reached it in front of Zhang Fan.

At the same time, he said a little sadly: "Dad just said that, let Ling'er hand over this thing

Teacher Zhongtian?

Zhang Fan was a little surprised and then reacted. The lost and regained ecstasy instantly filled his face.

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

This is a carefully refined magic weapon, which has similar functions to the Qiankun Bag, but it is more concealed and safe, and there is nothing special about it.

Above the golden lock, there is a simple layer of prohibition, and its function is roughly to hide the breath. As long as you don’t start and do not investigate it specifically, it will be difficult for a fake alchemy monk to detect it.

It was precisely because of this layer of prohibition that the golden lock has been retained on Ling'er, and Shenxiao Sect and others have never discovered it.

It's funny that the treasure he had been looking for was right in front of him, but he turned a blind eye. In the end, the bamboo basket was in vain, which made Zhang Fan take advantage of it. If they knew about it, they would probably faint from anger.

After playing for a while, 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 what else?"
Chapter completed!