At this time, the Ming Wu Jing collected the sixth enlightenment power, then came to Changsheng lightly, and paused for a moment.
Chang Sheng looked at it, the sadness on her body had not faded away, and there was still a slight watery feeling in her eyes, and then she stretched out her hand. The Ming Wu Jing flew over very obediently and landed on her palm. Watch it up close and in the Dantian sea.
The feeling was different. Cha Changsheng only felt that although the Mingwu Crystal in front of him was emitting a strange light, it was not dazzling, but had a strong sense of existence.
Stretching out a finger to touch it, Changsheng felt as if he had touched something that seemed real yet imaginary. The outer shell was a bit hard and seemed to feel like crystal, but when he touched it carefully, it felt like it was
Touching a pool of water, a cloud of fog.
"Who are you? Why do you appear next to me? Do you have your own consciousness?"
Changsheng asked a few words unconsciously, but Ming Wujing did not respond. He seemed to just pause for a moment, and then dived into the sea of Changsheng Dantian again.
Yuanji Impermanent Carp glanced at Ming Wujing, who had once again occupied the best position in Dantianhai, and flicked his tail disdainfully. Why are you tugging? No matter how much you tug, it will still be a dumb stone. When I find out what you do,
Be the first one to let Changsheng throw you away!
Just when it was satisfied with its appetite, Ming Wujing, who had been ignoring the Yuanji Impermanent Carp, suddenly trembled. The next moment, the Yuanji Impermanent Carp froze up and his eyes were so horrified that he could not move!
Not only was it unable to move, but it was also frozen in mid-air by an invisible force, and then violently tossed around.
"!I*……"
Yuanji Wuchangli was dumped even more seriously without a few curse words. It was like a machine used to dry clothes at a certain stage of human history. After a violent storm, Yuanji Wuchangli felt that he was almost torn apart.
Vomited out the internal organs.
This invisible torture slowly stopped.
It fell back into the dantian sea with a "pop", and Yuanji Wuchangli's stiff body recovered for a moment. But it could hardly control its horror. Is that Mingwujing actually alive? But it had been so long before
No matter how much I teased him, there was no response at all!
So, was it lying to itself before? This bastard! Is it funny to keep looking at me like this like a monkey?
Yuanji Wuchangli had countless thoughts of tearing the opponent into pieces, but when he thought about how he was suppressed by the cup just now and couldn't move at all, he was a little scared.
Fear, you have to know that as a qualified ahem, qualified life form, how can you have fear? This is simply an insult to yourself! But let the Yuanji Impermanent Carp resist for a while, but it does not dare.
In the end, I could only mutter a few words of complaint in my mouth, and then there was no sound.
After spitting bubbles in the water, Yuanji Wuchangli felt very depressed. Don't be complacent. When I get my strength back, I will kill you first! Humph!
Yuanji Wuchangli didn't realize that his emotions were much richer than before.
At this time, Changsheng had gradually recovered from the deep sorrow, and then carefully collected the bones of Granny Fan. He looked up at the green water and green mountains, and felt slightly relaxed, and then returned to Granny Fan.
After handing over the task, the monk in charge of the task took a look at Changsheng's age, and then looked at the Jingyue Grass that was obviously beyond his age, and was a little surprised.
But after all, he was well-informed and didn't say much. After giving the corresponding spirit stone, he watched Changsheng leave.
"What's wrong?"
A Taoist friend who was familiar with the monk asked, and the monk was a little confused.
"I don't know if it's my misunderstanding, but I always felt that there was an inexplicable sadness in that fellow Taoist just now. It made my nose a little sore. Hey, I guess I'm overthinking it. That fellow is a senior disciple of Penglai Pavilion.
How can you come to our little place where birds don’t shit?"
Before his friend could speak, he comforted himself and continued to get busy.
And Changsheng was flying in the air with a sword, slowly rushing in the direction that Granny Fan once said. She was a little afraid to see Granny Fan's relatives because she didn't know what to say.
But no matter how hard he worked, he finally reached his destination. Above the clouds, Changsheng looked at the peaceful and quiet village with a particularly complicated expression. Yuanji Wuchangli wanted to persuade him, but he didn't know how.
After opening his mouth, he could only watch Chang Sheng hesitate in the air.
After a long time, Chang Sheng sighed and moved out the middle-aged man who was closest to Granny Fan in blood.
When he found that the ground under his feet was getting farther and farther away from him, the middle-aged man was shocked. He wanted to struggle, but even if Changsheng was careful not to let him get hurt, as a monk in the integration stage, his ability was not something that a mortal could stop.
Got it.
After being moved to a hillside closer to the mountain village, the middle-aged man barely maintained his composure and looked around.
"I don't know which immortal is above me, but if something happens, I will never refuse even a minute."
Changsheng revealed his figure, stared at him for a while, and then released Granny Fan's body under his uncomfortable gaze.
The moment he saw Granny Fan's body, the middle-aged man's eyes flashed with sharp pain, and then he rushed forward rolling and crawling.
"Mother! Mother! Open your eyes and look, I am your son, mother!"
The heart-wrenching cry almost made this middle-aged man, who could barely maintain his composure even in situations that couldn't be explained by common sense, cry like a child at this moment, with tears and snot flowing uncontrollably.
Originally, he suspected that the thin, silent woman in front of him had killed his own mother. But upon closer inspection, the smile on Granny Fan's face was so content, just like the night she left a year ago.
The same smile on his face.
Therefore, my mother was not killed by this woman...
"This is what Granny Fan left for you."
Changsheng's voice was a little dry, and he handed the booklet over. The middle-aged man took the booklet with trembling hands.
Turning over the first page, there were two lines of small words written in Juanxiu's handwriting.
"To the bravest Fan Huajin."
"Oh, and Fan Huanian."
The handwriting on the second line was a bit small, as if it had been added on a whim, with a sense of randomness. However, the first time he saw it, he understood that it was his mother's handwriting. Even in country houses, women
Reading and practicing calligraphy were of no use, but my mother was particularly persistent in this matter. Without pen and paper, she would write and draw on the ground. Over time, her handwriting became better than that of the old masters in the village.
Flipping further back, there is a small picture of an unnamed flower. The flower is orange, the flower disk is quite large, and it looks like it is thriving.