Seeing the unhidden anxiety of Master Kang, Zhang Fan did not keep it in his arms and said directly: "Don't worry, what I want in my younger generation will not delay Master Master's slightest time."

"oh?"

In Old Man Kang's puzzled eyes, Zhang Fan gave the answer.

"What I want is a Blood Spirit Pill and a "Strange Things Record", how about it?"

"Strange Things" was naturally added by him temporarily, and his original intention was all on the Blood Spirit Pill.

Foundation-building pills are good, but he does not lack them, and may not be able to obtain them again. Although spiritual weapons are precious, they can refine them in no time. What's more, with the top-level spiritual weapons in hand, he does not value other goods.

It was not an impulse to go to Wuhui Valley regardless of life and death. From beginning to end, all he wanted was a blood spirit pill.

Grandpa, after all, he is nearly a hundred years old. If he doesn’t have a elixir to prolong his life, how many years can he live? Although God’s will is difficult to violate, if he doesn’t fight for it within his ability, how could it be done by the Son of Man?

Old Man Kang naturally didn't know what Zhang Fan was thinking, and was stunned when he heard this.

The boy in front of him looks like he is only in his twenties. What is the use of asking for a blood spirit pill? Of course, it may be for someone else. It's fine, but he actually wants...

Thinking that someone could actually not have foundation-building pills and spiritual weapons, but instead asked for the book he wrote, the old man felt tears in his eyes for a moment.

Originally, he thought that even if this book was completed, he would have to travel in this Morning Star Hall for a hundred and eighty years to see if it would be taken away by a young monk with a wise eye and play a role.

I don’t expect that the book is still in full swing and someone has already asked for it. How could he not suddenly feel like a soulmate?

"Okay, okay, no problem, no problem." The old man murmured and repeated, and after a while, he continued: "After the elixir is refined, the old man will send it to you, as for "Strange Things"..."

He hesitated for a while before continuing, "You will come and send me my way to my trip, and you will pick it up by the way."

"Okay, I'll say goodbye, I'll leave." As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and strided away.

Zhang Fan was unwilling to stay here for a moment, especially after listening to Uncle Kang’s account, he felt like he had a stone in his heart, and he gradually felt like he was unable to breathe.

As soon as he left the door, he held his knees with both hands and gasped violently.

Just now, through Uncle Kang's wrinkled old face, he seemed to be able to see his future and the cliff that seemed to be eternal.

In an instant, my whole body trembled and I was so scared that I couldn't help myself!

He had killed dozens of people without changing his expression, and he also turned a living life into blood mist in an instant, and his hands were already stained with blood.

But I never felt that death is so close to myself.

When he was killing, he always held the belief that "the enemy is not human" in his heart, so he didn't feel anything?

At this time, perhaps something was hurting his kind, and invisibly, he overlapped himself with Old Man Kang. For a moment, the boundless fear wrapped it tightly like a thread, tightly stalking it...

"There is a great horror between life and death."

Zhang Fan smiled bitterly and muttered to himself.

I have heard and said this sentence countless times, but only at this moment can I truly understand the profound meaning of it.

The hands holding the knees suddenly clenched, and he shouted silently in his heart: "No, I will never, I will end up like this, no!"

As if he was roaring out the depression in his heart, his violent breathing slowed down slightly, Zhang Fan straightened up and couldn't help but look back.

Behind me, the gate of the Morning Star Hall suddenly became dark and deep, as if I wanted to choose someone and devour it.

Trying to calm the chaotic thoughts in his heart and suppress the surging fear of the surging waves. After a while, Zhang Fan returned to his past calmness and had room for thinking.

Uncle Kang is undoubtedly admirable, but his path is wrong.

How could we, a monk, put our lifelong efforts into illusion?

Only eternity and freedom are worth waiting for, and we go against the will of heaven, struggle in every way, and die without any concern.

The long journey of immortality is for eternity.

There are thousands of ways and doors, and the struggle is freedom.

Only by living in the world without rotting with plants and trees is the highest desire of living beings.

What else can I ask for besides immortality?

But please:

The sky cannot shirk my will, the earth cannot shirk my heart, and the life and death must be my hand, and everything will be as good as I wish.

If not, even if it is immortal, it will be nothing but a puppet from others, trapped in a cage, and not taken by wise people!

“Eternity and freedom, eternity and freedom…”

Repeating constantly, the simple five words, as if they had endless magic, firmly locked his mind.

Gradually, the divine light gathered in his eyes and regained the focus. He was confused and firm again.

As if reborn from the fire, the road in front of me suddenly became clear, and there was no longer the ignorance and confusion of the past.

What is the purpose of practicing? Just seek immortality!

What is the use of spells? But for freedom!

Eternity and freedom are no longer just slogans or pale words, but are truly shining with glory and true meaning.

Throw all the haze, suddenly relaxed, no longer stopped, instantly turned into flowing light, disappearing in the sky.

...

Outside a small courtyard, a young man wandered around, waiting to enter, but hesitated. If he left, he would be reluctant to leave, so he could only go back and forth, occasionally looking at the courtyard, and then retracted like a frightened rabbit, his face flushed.

At this moment, a fire flashed across the horizon and appeared again, and had already arrived in front of him.

After looking closely, the young man looked surprised and shouted: "Senior Brother Zhang, you are finally back..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Zhang Fan's face turned pale, as if something was wrong, and he couldn't help but stammer. The following words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it.

Zhang Fan looked at the courtyard where the restrictions were wide open. Through the shadows of the swaying trees, he could also see a beautiful and graceful back. His face became more and more heavy, and he asked coldly: "Junior Brother Li, what do you mean?"

"Huh?" Junior Brother Li was puzzled at first, and looked at his gaze. Then his face was full of admiration and said in surprise: "Senior Brother Zhang, you don't know her, she is..."

Zhang Fan waved his hand to interrupt, and shouted without any warmth in his words: "No matter who it is, I will only ask one question."

Junior Brother Li nodded in confusion, puzzled in his heart. Senior Brother Zhang has always been kind to others. What's wrong with this today?

Before he could figure it out, Zhang Fan's words had already echoed in his ears.

"I just ask you, is she my relatives and friends? Friends? Have you ever sent me a message to you?"

"No!" Junior Brother Li showed a bitter look on his face, and finally realized it.

Then, he said unwillingly: "But she is..."

"Who is it!" Zhang Fan's voice and expression were both stern. The word "who" was expressed, but he did not use a questioning tone, but was determined and full of the determination of no one.

Junior Brother Li's face turned pale when he heard this.
Chapter completed!