The young monk named Xuanyuan widened his eyes and finally swallowed the hot tea in his mouth, chuckled embarrassedly, "There is no holiday. On the contrary, when he was walking in the fairy world, he still had some connections. Hehe, of course it was a good fate. Recommended: The new work of the great god Can Luoyu "Shield De Vulcan": http://m./0_909/"

Although the young monk said this, the corners of his mouth twitched twice. He had no grudges with the person named Chu Fan, but his grudges with another little aunt were quite big. The key is that no matter how much anger he had in his heart, he could only use a good man to fight with a woman to calm him down.

The old man surnamed Ying obviously didn't really think that the young monk in front of him would have any holiday with Chu Fan, and said with emotion, "I just said that when I first met you, I felt a sense of intimacy with our village. Logically speaking, you younger generations should go out and have a stroll."

The old man surnamed Ying said, his eyes slowly looking into the distance of the post road. The intersection became narrower and narrower until it gathered into a line. The old man sighed in his heart.

Several monks came from a distance and headed straight to the tea shop under the big locust tree. The old man with white hair and hair drank the tea in his cup and then got up and greeted the monks. The monks did not seem to be monks who often appeared in the Myrrh King Mountains, all of them were raw, but they were obviously prepared. After coming to the tea shop, they looked at each other and smiled at the old man named Ling, took a set of tea sets, and sat down next to a wooden table.

Most of the monks who came to the Yaowang Mountains to seek opportunities were natives in the northern territory, and the northern territory was not large. However, for monks under the Six-Raven Illusion Tribulation Realm, this pond cannot be considered small, not to mention that there are three mountains of Wolong standing around. In addition, the Yaowang Mountains that gradually recovered as the Mingyuan Tianzheng dissipated, are enough for ordinary monks to experience and find cultivation resources. At present, there are a total of five monks in this table, one of which is an elegant monk with a green shirt and a literary scarf. The air is relatively elegant, somewhat similar to the disciples of the Chang Mingrui family.

There were two monks, one man and one woman, and their clothes were relatively more luxurious. Judging from the aura around them, although they had nothing to do with being arrogant, they could still bear the word "sharp". The man had a jade crown and a handsome face, with phoenix eyes and a silkworm eyebrows, and looked quite extraordinary. The woman seemed to be in her twenties and fair skin. She was also a rare beauty fairy. The remaining two looked much simpler. She was wearing a linen robe. Although she was not the kind of arm, she could also see the bulging muscles on her arms and chests. She was dressed as an ordinary casual cultivator.

In the fairy world, there are countless sects and clans, and clans are competing. However, if there are many random cultivators, it is difficult for any random cultivator to join a sect that is satisfactory unless they have excellent qualifications. As for joining those small sects with little reputations, it is said that they cannot get shelter, and there are no attractive tasks that can allow them to obtain cultivation resources. Therefore, most random cultivators will apply for a mercenary status and often see high-ranking clans having some good tasks, just like these two strong monks in front of them. Without guessing, they know that they were temporarily joining the other three teams.

The luxurious young man and woman were obviously more noble than ordinary monks. Even if they were deliberately suppressed, they felt an invisible sense of superiority from head to toe. The first time they came to the Medicine King Mountains, they probably received a reminder from the monk in blue shirt in advance. Therefore, when they sat down, they did not feel arrogant, but politely smiled at the old man with white hair and greeted him.

The woman in Jinxiu's fairy skirt drank the tea in her cup and frowned: "Senior Brother Long Yi, this is what we have heard of recalling the past without saying that there is no trace of fairy spirit, nor do we think it is special."

The monk in green clothes smiled but didn't say anything, but just took a look at his own tea. The man in brocade clothes, who called Long Yi, glared at his junior sister indulge in love: "There is a huge name for this tea, which is naturally unique. Just talk about those high-quality fairy wines, what kind of taste can you drink, but you're pouring it all over."

The woman rolled her eyes, looked at the monk Qingshan with a smile, and said in a delicate voice: "Senior Brother Xuanliang, I heard that Mr. Chu has a lot of connection with your Rui family, so why not tell me those stories."

Rui Xuanliang glanced at a woman who looked like a young lady and smiled speechlessly. The two young men and women dressed in beautiful clothes were said to be relatives of the lord of Tongxian City. Apart from the last meeting of the Northern Xinjiang Taoism, they had never met Rui Xuanliang before, and for some reason they had a relationship with the head of the family. This allowed him to accompany the two to the Yaowang Mountains. As for the purpose, it was very simple. The woman named Yuanxi heard from somewhere that there was a spiritual ginseng that transformed into spirits deep in the Yaowang Mountains. In addition to being very fast, her combat power was unbearable, so she thought about going into the mountain to try her luck.

Rui Xuanliang smiled indifferently, "I have never been out of the family for years, and some news is heard from others."

The woman didn't care at all and waved her hand and said, "It's okay, just talk about it casually. I heard that Mr. Chu came from Yaowang Village here, right?"

The order Rui Xuanliang received was to serve the two people in front of him, especially this woman. He heard that his identity was very unusual, so he thought about it and chose some things he had heard about slowly. At first, it was the relationship between the Rui family and Chu Fan, from a chance meeting to the Mingyuan Dandao Competition, and then some rumors about Chu Fan, and several thrilling battles. In fact, the woman had also heard of some. Of course, the most vivid one was not long ago when Chu Fan resurrected his soul in the northern border. It was rumored that the powerful demonic man who was at the peak of the Ten Absolute Illusion Tribulation Realm that day was poured into the millions of monks in the northern border with the power of heaven and earth, causing the world to lose color. What is even more sensational is that after that, Mr. Chu actually used human power to reverse the time and space of heaven and earth, so that all the monks who were killed by the power of heaven and earth were resurrected.

Rui Xuanliang said it very plainly, but the woman in the gorgeous clothes was stunning. She didn't applaud her hands and applauded her, and her eyes were even brighter, as if she had really seen the shocking battle with her own eyes.

The young man in Jingui's clothing said with some doubts: "That young master Chu can really reverse the world, time and space, and run against the way of heaven."

This time, before Rui Xuanliang could speak, the two Qiu Zhuang monks who were sitting on the side drinking tea sips of tea laughed: "No, we were among the hundreds of thousands of monks at that time, and we saw it with our own eyes. Those mysterious magical powers can be seen once in this life. Even if we cannot step into the peak of the immortal grade and see the scenery on the top of the mountain, there is no regret."

The young monk in gorgeous clothes was leisurely fascinated.

He listened to all his words and sat under the locust tree and looked at the end of the post road. He looked back at the half cup of light green tea in his hand, poured it into his mouth in one mouthful, as cheerful and bold as if drinking.

Over the years, the old man has heard a lot of rumors about Xiaofan, and even some rumors. He has heard them three or five times, but every time he hears them, he doesn't feel much. He also feels that Xiaofan is about to come back.

The young monk named Xuanyuan sucked a cup of tea and said, "It's amazing, it's amazing."

At the end of the post road, there are figures floating, and they are getting longer and longer in the sun.

The old man who had been sitting in the tea shop for countless years suddenly stood up, his hands were put together, and he walked towards the intersection outside the shade of the trees.

The old man surnamed Ling, whose hair and beard are all white, also stood up, with a peaceful smile on his face.

At the end of the road, two people came with each other, one man and one woman, holding hands, shoulder to shoulder.

When the old man saw the two figures, he cried with joy, his eyes blurred with tears, and he couldn't stop smiling. The man was wearing blue and gray clothes and the woman was wearing a black and green fairy skirt, swaying in the wind, as if he was a fairy couple.

Chu Fan and his two figures flashed away, and the long mountain road under their feet was close to each other. In an instant, they came to the old man. Chu Fan smiled and looked at the old man who was crying with joy, and said softly: "Grandpa, Grandpa Ling Hui, we are back!"

The old man with a hunchback nodded and his throat trembled.

The woman in the Xuanqing Fairy Skirt bit her lips tightly, and tears flowed out like a spring, pounced on the old man's arms and whimpered softly. The old man rubbed the woman's head, then looked at the young man who grew up and said softly: "I've grown up, I've grown up, Xiaofan is stronger, and Xian'er is more beautiful."

Chu Fan sniffed, gently pulled the old man's trembling hands, and nodded.

The old man with white hair and hair was so happy that he couldn't stop talking. He pulled Chu Fan and the others to sit down, pinched Chu Fan's shoulders and arms, rubbed Sixian's head, and smiled and said, "Good boy, it really didn't disappoint us old men. It's more solid and handsome than I thought."

The woman sat on a green bench and pulled the old man's hand. Chu Fan patted the young monk with a look of disappointment and said, "Why did Senior Brother Xuanyuan Po come to the Mingyuan Realm?"

Xuanyuan Po smiled and grinned, "This is a long story. I'll talk to you if I'm free."

Chu Fan nodded.

The other table looked inexplicable, but Rui Xuanliang felt awe-inspiring and admiring.

The old man looked at the graceful woman in front of him, then looked at the handsome young man, finally wiped the tears from his face, and smiled and said, "Let's go, the little bastards in the village are talking about you all day and night, saying that when Xiaofan comes back, he wants to learn boxing from Xiaofan, and he also yells to ask their sister Sixian to take them to Luoxia Lake to play."

Chu Fan grinned and looked at the children in the village. A child who was squatting on the ground and watching the ant move with his butt suddenly raised his head. Seeing the old village chief’s grandfather’s face full of tears and was confused, the child stood up and ran out of the village door, came to the big locust tree, raised his head and said, “Grandpa Village chief, why are you crying?”

The old man raised his hand to wipe away the tears, rubbed the child's head with a smile, turned to Chu Fan and said, "It's so fast, you have grown up from this little in a blink of an eye."

The child looked confused and thought to himself who is this big brother and this beautiful sister whom he had never met before? Why do he look like the old village chief and Grandpa Ling are very happy, but why do he cry?

Chu Fan looked at the child in front of him and looked up at the village, just like before.

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Chapter completed!