In the Lianyun Mountains, the Sun rises on the Dongyang Peak.

Since Zhang Fan returned to the Faxiang Sect and returned to the former temple Dongyang Peak, a strange scene has appeared in the Faxiang Sect.

No matter when, whether it is sunrise in the east or sunset in the evening, looking at the Dharma Xiang Sect, a red sun is always floating on the top of Dongyang Peak, unchanging and unchanging.

During this red sun on Dongyang Peak, there was also a three-legged bird full of golden feathers dancing from time to time. Whenever the red sun seemed to be alive, licking the golden flames outward and emitting thousands of rays of light.

The disciples of the Faxiang Sect knew about that bird. They were brought by the demon birds that Donghua Daojun had been with him since the Qi training period. They had cultivated over the years. The ordinary Yuanying real people were not enough to flap their wings, so naturally they didn't dare to look at them, for fear that they would anger the little ancestor and they would have no place to complain about their injustice.

The time and time was rushed, and the disciples of the Faxiang Sect were circling by several sudden orders from the sect. Even if they were passing by occasionally, they could only look at Dongyang Peak from afar and show their admiration, and then daydreaming about being attracted by the Taoist Lord Donghua and being carefully trained by the disciples.

Therefore, no one has ever approached me, and no one can hear the piaopiao fairy music coming from Dongyang Peak at this time.

...

A flute sound passes through the sparse forest, attracting branches and leaves; it swings through the waves and lake surface, causing ripples; it passes through the prosperity of the brocade, seeps into the fog, and finally turns back, like a tired bird returning to the forest, lingering in a suppressed courtyard.

Carved stones into tables and carved wood into chairs, which are natural and integrated into the world.

In this place where elegant and elegant is not like the world, a white shadow dances with the clear sound of the flute.

"Wow~"

A white silk, like a silver snake dancing on the mountain, and a jade dragon rising from the land. It suddenly shot out from the lightning and wrapped around an old tree on the top of Dongyang Peak.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely gentle and graceful figure flew with Bai Lian, and with the power of the old tree, he turned around and slowly fell from the sky.

But I saw that the gauze was surrounded by a thin mist, surrounded by ribbons, and was as straight as a fairy in the sky, dancing to the Milky Way and descending to the mortal world.

As the sounds of laughter and light bodies fell, the naked jade feet shone with crystal light, as if the finest jade was carved and carefully, and with the good jade family playing with it for generations, it can be compared with the glory.

Wherever the jade feet fell, a crystal white lotus bloomed proudly. On each petal, there was pearl-like dew rolling, full of solidified beauty and vitality.

One point, one condensed, the beauty is like jade, dancing on the white lotus;

One volume, one relaxed, the whiteness was gone, and the rainbow appeared, and a touch of frost and cold.

The soft and light dance is extremely naturally transformed into a strong dance of swords, both hard and soft, pleasing to the eye.

Watching this beautiful woman's dance is like in spring and summer, when you are in the flowers, you can't help but be dazzled, but you still have your eyes wide open and can't bear to miss it, and you can't stop looking at it.

After hearing the clear sound of the flute and feeling the barriers of the flute being crying and complaining, the whole person sank into the fairy music, or soothing or melodious situation, and suddenly forgets the worries of the dust.

The stunning woman in front of her is as beautiful as snow, her smile is beautiful, and she cannot tell the charming look. She is the Taoist couple Zhang Fan, the inner decisive sect leader of the magical Taoism——Xiruo

As for the owner of the flute sound, as long as you look along with the flute sound, it is not difficult to see a woman with delicate hands sitting cross-legged in the **, her bare hands are fair and lightly pressing the jade flute.

Her long hair, like a waterfall, was pitch black and ink, straight and smooth, falling straight to the ground, and her slightly dispersed bangs could not hide a purple orchid.

Such a temperament that is like a secluded orchid in the valley and independent of the world is my uncle and Wan'er.

Apart from the two, in the small courtyard on Dongyang Peak, which was originally intended for Grandpa Zhang Fan to enjoy his old age, the only old man was smiling happily there, snuggling up to the old man and clapping his hands and laughing. Zhang Fan poured himself and drank his own eyes were full of warmth.

There is no one outsider.

This song of flute danced gracefully, and I don’t know how long it lasted. The dancer was tireless and the ** people enjoyed it. Zhang Fan and others wished that they would be able to do this forever.

“Brush ~”

Suddenly, Bai Lianwuwu was filled with layers of layers and densely packed. There was a beautiful woman in between. She lightly tapped the lotus platform with her single foot, and her body quickly turned around.

In an instant, like a dream, like a fantasy, like a celestial woman, blooming with endless beauty, even the prosperity of the distance, the colorful clouds, the fish swimming in the lake, and the birds flying under the forest, all felt ashamed of it.

The most beautiful thing is nothing more than that.

At this most magnificent and intense time, the lingering flute that seemed to never stop suddenly came to an abrupt end, replaced by an extremely stunning singing like a yellow oriole coming out of the valley.

It is a pity that the most beautiful dance is exhausted, and Wan'er sings the peerless sound with her song...

The two stunning women with different temperaments and completely different temperaments, but the only stunning women in the world, together interpret the most beautiful scene in heaven and earth.

After the dance and the songs were over, Zhang Fan and others looked at the bustling forest and the colorful clouds in the mirror lake. They suddenly felt that there was less color, and there was no agility of charm in it.

A dance and a song make the nature magnificent and colorful. Xiruo's cooperation with Wan'er is a peerless one.

"Okay, very good"

The old man smiled "hehe", stroking the head of the young granddaughter under Chenghuan's knees with one hand, and stroking the beard with the other hand, smiling with kindness and satisfaction.

"Grandpa said, you dance so well, mom."

Youyou didn't care about snuggling up to the old man, and jumped three feet high. As soon as he said something, he seemed to feel something was wrong. He quickly stuck out his tongue and said, "Er Niang's song is also good, so I have to teach Youyou."

Among the three, only Zhang Fan smiled without saying a word, stood up to greet the two girls, each handed a piece of brocade handkerchief, with gentle affection in his eyes, and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

I don’t know if it’s because of the hard work of singing and dancing in this world, or because of the hundreds of years of waiting, it’s heartbreaking...

Among the countless people I have met over the past few hundred years, only his relatives can enjoy it.

At this moment, in front of these people, the man in front of him seemed not the Donghua Daojun who stirred up the turmoil in Jiuzhou, but the first person to come back, but just a simple husband, father, grandson...

Xiruo and Wan'er's faces and foreheads were covered with crystal-like sweat, and the sky above her head was filled with mist. Although she was full of smiles, she could not hide her fatigue.

Xiruo has a body of Nascent Soul cultivation, Wan'er is not a mortal woman. She doesn't deserve this after dancing and singing.

But if it weren't for this, it wouldn't be so stunning that it is invisible to the world.

They all used all their energy to burst out with the glory of the world. This has nothing to do with the technique, but is the interpretation of spirit and the ultimate natural beauty.

Facing the brocade handed over by Zhang Fan, Wan'er obediently took it, while Xiruoze did not move, slightly tilted his head, as if waiting for something.

The smile was lively and cunning, similar to the Youyou under the knees of Mr. Chenghuan, and fell in Zhang Fan's eyes, but it was the smile of a little witch who was like when he first met in the valley hundreds of years ago.

He shook his head and laughed, picked up the handkerchief and wiped it off Xiruoguangjie's forehead. At the same time, he did not forget to retrieve the brocade handkerchief from Wan'er's hand and made the same move. It was unbiased and a bowl of water was used to smooth it.

Xiruo just glanced at him with anger, then closed his eyes and enjoyed this rare tenderness as if he couldn't see it.

Only the old man and Youyou saw this scene with their own eyes.

The old and the young man's eyes flashed at the same time. In the big black and white eyes, their eyes were rolling around, looking at this and that, as if they were thinking about something.

The old man was much simpler, he smiled while stroking his beard, and he wanted to clap his hands and shout, "Baby is good at it."

Of course, it's just a thought, otherwise the new generation of little witch next to him would let him go, and he would have to pull out his beard.

"What a good skill, I can't say that I can add another grandson to the old man."

The old man was so happy that he couldn't help but have such an idea.

To be honest, he is now truly satisfied.

Can you not be satisfied?

Especially one month ago, Zhang Fan returned to the Faxiang Sect with the turbulent momentum of the world, and then said the first sentence when he was alone with him.

The scene of that day is still in the old man's mind, and it has been renewed for a long time.

At that time, Zhang Fan knelt in front of him with a "bang", looked up and said, "Grandpa, grandson did it."

"Did it"

These three simple words, as if with some indescribable charm, brought the old man back hundreds of years ago. He was nervous and forced to breathe his heart and sent his grandson to the Faxiang Sect's life.

...

That day, outside the Palace of Inheritance, the old man touched the head of the young Zhang Fan and said kindly: "Grandpa is incapable of his ability, has no great ambitions in his life, only one wish."

"I, Zhang Yuantu's descendants, can produce a great monk, so don't be looked down upon."

...

No one knew that after leaving Zhang Fan in the Faxiang Sect that day, the old man returned home with tears and continued to stop. No one knew that when Zhang Fan first went out to take a risk and went to Wuhui Valley, the old man looked forward to the extremely frightened thoughts; no one knew that whenever he heard outsiders proudly telling his grandson's deeds, whenever he heard his grandson telling his experience lightly, the smile on the old man's face could not hide his heartache and worry. No one knew...

Only the old man knows it himself

In hundreds of years, countless days, the experiences and resentment of the past years faded, and every midnight dream came back, the old man regretted that sentence.

"I, Zhang Yuantu, don't want a grandson of a great monk, I just want a safe grandson..."

Even though this sentence flashed through my mind countless times and never came to my mouth, it never said it to anyone.

He was afraid of causing trouble for his grandson who was becoming more and more noble.

The old man could only smile kindly, hide all his worries, fears and regrets, and play the role of a great monk's grandfather.

All of this has been accumulated in my heart and cannot be vented until Zhang Fan kneels in front of him, and his face is covered with sunshine as before, and he said word by word, full of emotion:

"Grandpa, grandson did it"

A word of my ears was filled with tears and tears were endless.

The grandfather and grandson talked a lot every day, and Zhang Fan told him everything, there was a past, present, and future. Even Zhu Jiuxiao, even Xiruo and others, no one was like an old man, and after listening to Zhang Fan's entire plan.

Surprisingly, it seemed that the tears of that day flowed away all the worries. When I heard that Zhang Fan was about to do a great job, the old man had no fear in his heart, only pride and pride

"This is my Zhang family's baby, and the blood of my Zhang Yuantu is aborted."

It's enough

The old man is satisfied

His dream back then was just another great monk in the Zhang family, so that they should not be looked down upon. The great monk in his mind was just like his elders, who had a great perfect foundation and a step away from building a pill.

No matter how far away it is, the old man dares not even think about it.
To be continued...