The connection between the four realms presided over by Ye Bufan is not random, but has fixed passages and sequences.
For example, it is impossible to go directly from the earth to the fairy world and the holy world of chaos. You must take the passage to enter the Kunlun continent, then to the fairy world, and finally to the holy world of chaos, and the same is true when you come back.
Moreover, each passage entrance is guarded by strong men from the interface. For example, the ones guarding Kunlun Continent are Zhang He and Li Daoran, who take turns on duty.
If you want to travel from Kunlun Continent to Earth, in addition to paying a hefty toll, you must also obtain their approval. At the same time, most of your cultivation base must be sealed to ensure that the interface does not collapse.
Zhang He happens to be on duty today. Now he is very proud, his strength has reached the early stage of transcending the tribulation, and his wife Ximen Jiayin is also eight months pregnant.
To describe it in the language of the earth, he has achieved both career and family success. He has reached the pinnacle of this interface. His wife is as beautiful as a flower, and now he is going to have a child of his own.
Zhang He sat on the leisure chair at the entrance of the passage and was extremely proud. He knew in his heart who he should thank. If the master hadn't appeared, he would still be a eunuch and would not have the ability to continue the Zhang family's lineage.
It is no exaggeration to say that everything he has today is thanks to Ye Bufan.
With this thought in his mind, suddenly two figures walked out of the passage and appeared in front of him.
Zhang He immediately jumped up as if he had been electrocuted, and fell to his knees with a plop: "Old slave, I have met the master!"
Although Ye Bufan had terminated his master-servant contract, his heart had not changed at all, and he was even more respectful than before.
"Get up, it looks like you're doing well."
Ye Bufan smiled slightly
He smiled and raised his hand to help Zhang He up.
Behind him was Feng Zhiwu, who was once the Supreme Elder of Xuantian Clan, but now his lower abdomen was bulging, obviously she was pregnant.
Zhang He saluted again and then stood up, "I wonder what the master's instructions are."
He knew that Ye Bufan was busy with his affairs and would not come here easily.
The last time we met was twenty years ago. I gave him this good job and taught him the unique sealing technique.
"It's okay. Xiao Wu is pregnant and will give birth soon. I'll bring her back to relax."
What Ye Bufan said is true. Today, his ownership belongs to Feng Zhiwu, but he is not far away from giving birth, so dual cultivation is not suitable.
After all, Feng Zhiwu grew up in the Kunlun continent. She had nothing to do and wanted to come back to relax.
He happened to have something to deal with, so the two of them appeared here.
Zhang He lowered his head and twitched the corners of his mouth.
This one of the three great sects, the Supreme Elder of Xuantian Clan, a female murderer who once roamed the Kunlun Continent, would shun anyone who saw her. I am afraid that only her master would dare to call her Xiao Wu.
"Congratulations to the master on the birth of his precious son!"
Zhang He said happily, "Thanks to my master, this old slave will also become a father!"
"Really? That's great."
Ye Bufan reached out and patted his shoulder, feeling happy for his servant.
Zhang He said: "Old slave, this is nothing. The master should already have a son and a daughter. I wonder which son this is?"
Originally he just said it casually, but there was no movement after he said it, which made him feel nervous. Could it be that he said something wrong and made his master unhappy?
He looked up and was about to admit his mistake, but found that Ye Bufan was not angry.
He just kept twirling his fingers as if he was calculating something.
"this……"
Zhang He was immediately confused and didn't understand what was going on.
And then Ye Bufan spoke: "This should be my seventy-third child."
"Well!"
Zhang He was stunned and almost choked on his own saliva.
Seventy-three, this is too many. No wonder after such a long time, the master is the master, and it is simply beyond his reach.
In fact, this is not Ye Bufan's fault. There are too many children, and the number changes frequently. From time to time, another child is born, and occasionally twins appear.
It really takes careful calculation to give the latest and most accurate figures.
"You stay here to check in, we're leaving."
Ye Bufan didn't say anything more to him, and took Feng Zhiwu and the two of them disappeared.
Niujiao City is an unpopular small city in the huge Tianwu Prefecture. Now, with the passage of time, under the layout of Jubao Pavilion, many places here have the atmosphere of a modern city on earth.
For example, televisions, laptops and other entertainment items have entered some wealthy families.
Of course, the traditional projects that originally belonged to this continent will not be lost, and industries such as elixirs and weapon refining are also very prosperous.
There is a weapon-refining workshop in the city. It is not very large, but it is quite famous because a rare and talented weapon-refining master was born here.
Tiejiang Zhao, few people know his name. He was called Little Blacksmith when he was a child, and later he was called Tiejiang Zhao when he became famous.
Although he is not very old, he has extremely high attainments in weapon refining. No one around him can match him. His strength is also very tyrannical. He is only in his twenties.
Reach the peak of the Void Refining Realm.
As the sun sets, the whole city begins to get away from the hustle and bustle and slowly falls into silence and peace.
The weapon refining workshop was closed, and Blacksmith Zhao was sitting in his room, his resolute face showing sadness, and two lines of hot tears streaming down from the corners of his eyes.
Next to him, a tablet computer was playing a song in a loop, with endless desolation, sadness and regret in the song.
"I am the wandering tears on the annual rings,
You can still smell the rouge in the wind,
If I carve my promise on the bank of the river,
A river of cold water and a vast ocean filling the city with moonlight,
I have been waiting for you under the tree of time for a long time,
Chenfan'er pesters me to slander me and laughs at me until my head turns gray..."
"Flower Demon", since the first time he heard it, Tiejiang Zhao has been crazy about this song. He listens to it every day and sheds tears every time he listens to it.
After the song ended, the door suddenly opened, and a middle-aged woman ran in from the outside excitedly.
"Son, someone comes to propose marriage again, and this time they are all ladies from good families.
The photos of Miss Zhang from the City Lord’s family, Miss Ma from Ma Dahu’s family, and the core disciples of the Eight Star Sect are all here, and they all look beautiful, which one do you want to choose?”
The woman is Niu Cuihua, the mother of Tiejiang Zhao, who has been worried about her son's marriage.
Although their family came from a poor family, as a top weapon-refining master, Blacksmith Zhao was naturally attracted by various forces. Countless matchmakers came to propose marriage, but Blacksmith Zhao rejected them all without exception.
Today, both the City Lord's Mansion and the Eight Star Sect asked people to come to propose marriage, which made her particularly excited, thinking that her son would definitely agree this time.
But what surprised her was that Tiejiang Zhao even took the photo in her hand
I didn’t even watch the film, I just waved my hand and refused.
"Just go back, I don't agree."
"No...I don't agree!"
Niu Cuihua's face was full of astonishment, "Son, please think about it, this is the city lord's palace and the Eight Star Sect, including the big family of Ma, they are also extremely wealthy.
What a great opportunity this is, you have to choose one..."
She was just halfway through her words when she was interrupted by Blacksmith Zhao without hesitation.
"I've already said it, I don't agree!"
Liu Cuihua looked eager: "Son, I don't agree with this, so what exactly are you looking for?"
Blacksmith Zhao looked confused: "I don't know either!"
At this moment, a clear voice came from the door: "I know!"
(Flower Demon is a song with a story, it’s very nice, and it just fits the plot, so I’ll borrow it. If you’re interested, you can search it on Baidu.)
