The moon shines brightly, as beautiful as a fairy tale. With the hustle and bustle of the day, the market at this time seems to be particularly quiet and peaceful, just like a girl in a palace dress. Wiping off the powder and revealing her bare face may not be inferior to the heavy makeup during the day.

At this point, there were only a few stalls that had not been put away. They chatted with their employers in a word, arguing about the good and bad times from time to time. The business agreed, and immediately evacuated the people and disappeared without a trace.

Outside the store of the Faxiang Sect, Wang Yu watched the last buyer leave and felt relieved.

I made a lot of money today, and I have added up to buy some elixirs.

Wang Yu thought happily and quickly put away the stall.

Three generations of his family have been working as second-dealers in the market. They rely on their eyesight and strong relationships to gain a foothold. If they want to be rich and powerful, such small transactions alone are naturally not enough, and their wishes are not here.

The three generations have worked hard to be able to embark on the road of immortal cultivation. Their requirements are not high, but they just think that the Wang family can produce a foundation-building cultivator. Then they find a sect to rely on and build a small family, and they are satisfied.

But even though this wish is so small in the eyes of some people, they are poor, but they have not achieved their hard work in their lifetime, and the greatest achievement is that they have established a good relationship with Fuchang, the head of the Faxiang Sect here, and can occupy this best stall.

After packing the stall, he raised his fork and looked at the pavilion behind him. On the second floor, the lights were still on.

Thinking of the invitation from Senior Zhang, Wang Yu suddenly felt warm in his heart. If he could get along with this noble man or make a rich senior even further, it would be a great opportunity. Maybe the dreams of the three generations would have hope.

He thought about it and was about to strike while the iron was hot. He raised his foot and stepped into the store.

Just at this moment, a loud bang came from his head. When he looked up, he saw that the light was like the center of a storm. A huge airflow rushed out, and the whole window flew out a hundred feet away. In the air, it scattered into countless pieces, falling like rain.

Wang Yu took a deep breath, then shook his head, withdrew his steps and turned around and left.

He also grew up in a crowd of people since he was a child. He still had this little vision. The two seniors above were obviously not in a good mood. Now that he went up, let alone getting close, he would burn the incense without leaving any disgust.

"Opportunity, opportunity".

Wang Yu shook his head and sighed, disappearing from the distance of the dim street.

"Just call me Brother Zhuo

The gentle voice and expression of the first meeting are still in my eyes.

"I originally asked me to take you here yesterday. I thought about it for my brother, but I would wait until today to bring you here. I believe you understand the master's intentions."

Under the rough and generous appearance, there is no way to hide the meticulous concern.

"How many people can reach the end of the rugged fairy path and the long road of life?"

The worry about the cliff at the time came true!

The scenes kept flashing in Zhang Fan's mind, replaying, as if endless, but that generous and gentle figure had passed away.

Since embarking on the path of immortality, countless passers-by have appeared in life, including gentlemen who are as plain as water, and blood-colored enemies of life and death.

There will be many such people in the future, but there will be no relatives again.

Over the years, Zhang Fan can truly be called a relative in his heart, but only three people.

Grandpa, master, the rest is the eldest brother Zhuo Hao.

Some things in the world will never come again after passing away. At the weakest and most frightening moment, the position of those who are by their side in their hearts is not something that later generations can replace?

Since the first meeting, I have never missed concerns and careful teachings. I just silently walked in front of me, and I could hardly notice them without saying anything, but once I left, the sun was dazzling and no one could block it.

I also wanted to find a good apprentice, but I didn't want to leave quietly, so easy, so small, as if it were dust, scattered in the dark.

A small fall? Who made you fall, I also let him fall!

The nails were deeply embedded in the palm of the palm.

The strap of hair was unconsciously broken. The black hair was covered with wind and it floated up again, like a sharp sword, as if it was about to pierce the enemy's chest.

The mysterious gold slim suit expanded like a blow, and the strong wind sounded from the inside out, as if it was like the eye of the wind. It suddenly burst out.

His face was red and his eyes were even more bloody. He was so sad that he was filled with evil spirits. Even if he looked at him, he didn't dare to look at him.

The whole room seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar in an instant, and the murderous aura could not be concealed, and it was scattered and overflowed as if it had substance.

Feeling this terrifying murderous aura, Fuchang was secretly shocked and amazed at the high level of murderous intent. Seeing his blood-red eyes looking at him, he did not dare to neglect him. He quickly spoke, "It's Situ Ya of Shenxiao Sect, Li Gong of Baiyao Sect, and Chi Shu of Blood Demon Sect."

Zhang Fan's eyes condensed. At first glance, the blood red in his eyes seemed to fade a little. When he looked closely, it condensed in his pupils, devouring people deeply.

"Is it my senior brother who the three of them joined forces to kill?"

The sound seemed calm, without ups and downs, but it made people feel creepy and would rather be angry

roar.

Fuchang swallowed, shook his head and said, "No!"

"The battlefield of Yaozhu Mountain, three foundation-building monks in a group. Senior Brother Zhuo Hao and his group met them.

""The voice fell and slapped it with one palm.

With a "boom", the entire black stone round table shattered into countless small pieces, and the stone powder flew like snow.

When Fuchang saw it, he showed a deep regret in his eyes. Looking around, the relief wood was decorated with charred wood blocks, the bronze tripod was overturned in four sinkings, and the hollow window technique was missing."

For a moment, Fuchang felt that he was more than three points worse than Zhuo Hao, and he regretted it. If he had known, he would not have arranged this ancestor to this room.

No matter how he was secretly reluctant to give up and regret, he didn't dare to show it. Now Zhang Fan is on the head of fire. If he slapped him with a bad slap, he would be so fat that he could not stand it.

After a while, seeing that he calmed down a little, Fuchang carefully comforted him: "Junior brother. People cannot be resurrected by death. Please be mournful and follow the changes!"

Seeing that he had no reaction, he continued, "Besides, on the battlefield, life and death, everyone depends on the destiny. Junior brother, you don't need to worry too much."

Hearing Fuchang's words, there was a faint feeling of telling him not to take revenge. Zhang Fan suddenly raised his head and stared at him and said, "Everyone depends on his destiny? I don't care about his destiny. I only know that those who are good at me will do good, those who are evil will do evil, and those who kill my senior brother will pay for their lives!"

The murderous aura was so murderous. Fuchang felt a stream of air conditioning coming out when he heard this, and his body was cold, as if even his soul was about to freeze.

This ancestor had to kill so many people and want to kill more people to have such a terrifying murderous aura. Fuchang shook his head and dared not think about it anymore. For a monk like him who believed in harmony and made money, he really could not understand these guys who were tempered and detached between life and death.

A thick breathing sound suddenly came from the opposite side. Fuchang looked up in shock, but saw Zhang Fan's mouth wide open and he took a deep breath.

The blood red in his eyes faded away, his hair fell down softly, his sleeves no longer swelled up the strong wind, and he had a full pound. Suddenly, it became quiet, as if a pool of boiling water suddenly condensed into ice.

He closed his eyes tightly and broke away for a while. His eyes were already cold and there was no more emotion.

Zhang Fan looked around and barely squeezed out a look of cold expression on his face, and said a little apologetically: "I missed the situation for a moment and ruined the rich senior brother's place. I'm really sorry, Brother Wan Wang, don't blame me."

What's wrong with this? Fuchang was stunned for a moment, then said repeatedly: "No wonder, no small matter!"

Then he asked cautiously: "Junior brother, this is it."

Zhang Fan's mouth slightly slashed a curve, as if he was smiling, and said, "Senior Brother Fu, I don't know if I can provide a quiet room. The junior brother needs to be in seclusion for a period of time."

Want to be in a quiet room? Go into seclusion at this time?

Fuchang was a little confused, but he couldn't ask the situation, so he had to say, "Of course there is no problem, junior brother later."

After saying that, he turned his head and shouted at the door. The female disciple who had been waiting outside the door walked in.

Just now, seeing the chaotic situation on the ground, a look of shock suddenly appeared on his face. Although he heard some noise outside, he didn't expect that he had already made it look like this. No matter how he looked, he couldn't see the original scene.

Although she concealed it very well, she immediately lowered her head and said nothing when she found out that something was wrong, but how could she hide it from the two people in front of her?

Fuchang frowned when he saw this. At this time, it was not the time to teach Mao’s subordinates. He just said in a deep voice: Judgment, Fen, you take Junior Brother Zhang to the quiet room where I was in seclusion."

"Yes, uncle."

Xiaofen seemed to notice Fuchang's dissatisfaction. He didn't dare to raise his head, and then he stretched out his head and walked forward first.

Zhang Fan sued Fuchang and left the room with Xiaofen.

"Oh, this matter is a mess." Fuchang waited for his back to disappear at the end of the corridor before turning around and returning to the house, but saw that there was no place to settle down, and couldn't help but sigh.

The voice network was made, as if the sound was endlessly amplified, and a "swish" sound suddenly came from the floor, as if something had been corroded or was deeply trapped.

Fuchang looked down and was stunned.

On the ground, the footprints were clearly marked and were three inches deep underground, extending out to the door.

Following Xiaofen, Zhang Fan quickly came to the quiet room where Fuchang said, pressing his hand on the stone gate. His movement suddenly paused, turned his head and asked, "What's wrong with Ling'er?"

"Ling'er?" Bu Fen immediately woke up and said hurriedly: "Miss Ling'er is very good and has already rested."

"Just what?"

Zhang Fan frowned and asked in a deep voice.

"It just seems she is afraid of staying alone." Seeing that Xiaofen frowned, her heart tightened and said quickly.

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment. Ling'er was a blind man, so how could he be?"

I soon understood, and in one day, the whole world seemed to collapse. How could it not have an impact? But she didn't show it clearly, but she still showed helplessness when she was alone.

"Forget it, take good care of her! Go down!"

Pressing the urge to visit her, Zhang Fan gave a cold command, then pushed open the stone door and walked into the quiet room.
Chapter completed!