: Throwing a stone to ask for directions

Half a month later, in Kyoto, Yuyang, an inconspicuous young man integrated into the streets of the bustling Kyoto.

Yang Fan dressed very ordinary, and his eyes occasionally swept across the mortals coming and going around him.

After nearly thirty years, these ordinary people have experienced spring, summer, autumn and winter, birth, old age, sickness and death, rebirth, some have died of death, and some have died of illness.

Old faces change to new faces, generation after generation.

Yang Fan's pace was slow, listening to the noise in his ears, he found that all this would gradually move away from him.

About half an hour, he came to the location of Xianhong Medical Center according to his memory.

The first thing he did when he came to Kyoto was that he wanted to see the Immortal Cultivation World Medical Center he opened.

However, when he reached a familiar position, his body suddenly stiffened.

He raised his head and looked quietly above the clinic.

Originally, there should be a plaque here, which was written by him personally.

However, at this moment, the clinic was empty and there was nothing.

Desolate and depressed.

Not only that, the clinic is still empty.

Yang Fan's face turned cold and he slowly walked into the clinic.

The clinic was messy and you could see some blood and traces of fighting.

But he didn't see a corpse.

"Why is this happening? When I was in Wuliu Town, Xianhong Medical Center was just suppressed, but was not really attacked."

Yang Fan suppressed the anger in his heart and calmly analyzed it.

Then, he came to the third and fourth floors of the clinic.

The result is still the same, there is no one.

"Who did it? Ghost Fantasy Sect? Qingyuan Sect? Or Demon Yang Sect or Three Demon Sects?"

Yang Fan slowly paced down from the upstairs.

The current situation in Yuyang Country is extremely complicated, and he can't tell me the reason.

Swish!

Soon, a figure flashed into the outside and knelt in front of Yang Fan.

"Report to the king, three days ago, the monk of the Guihuan Sect killed all the pharmacists and apprentices of the Xianhong Medical Center, and only Cang Yun escaped by chance."

Report of the secret spy from the Dark Blood Dynasty.

"Ghost Fantasy Sect?" Yang Fan fell into deep thought. After a long time, he said: "Give me instructions and increase supervision and infiltration of the 'Demon Yang Sect' and the 'Three Demon Sects'."

"yes."

The figure flashed and disappeared immediately.

Before leaving, the spy had a hint of doubt in his eyes. The current enemy is obviously the Ghost and Fantasy Sect, so why not supervise it, but instead increase supervision of the "Demon Yang Sect" and the "Three Demon Sects"?

Yang Fan stood in front of the door of Xianhong Medical Center, took a deep breath, and looked up at the sky.

He seemed to see the invisible clouds shrouded over the entire Yuyang Kingdom.

"Three Old Demons, your strength is beyond my expectations. I haven't seen you for thirty years. I didn't expect that you have already covered the sky in Yuyang Country. What conspiracy are you still brewing?"

Yang Fan stood for a long time and then entered Xianhong Medical Center.

Since then, no one has seen him come out of Xianhong Medical Center again.

Half a day later, two sneaky figures walked into Xianhong Medical Center, but found that there was no one inside.

late at night.

King Yan Mansion in Kyoto.

A pale yellow figure emerged from the earth like a ghost.

In the Genin Period, it integrates the power of the essence of the earth, and the earth escape technique is like a fish in water, and it is easy and easy.

Unless you encounter very special mineral vein materials, Yang Fan will travel in the earth without any obstacles and may even ignore the consumption of mana.

Even at night, the study of King Yan was still as bright as daytime.

Yang Fan sighed softly, walked through a wall, and merged into the earth again.

In the study room.

King Yan was wearing a dark purple robe, with slightly wrinkled face and a gray beard. He was checking the book.

Suddenly, a faint shadow appeared on his desk.

"Who?" King Yan shouted softly, turned around and punched him.

"Haha, prince, don't be fine."

The man raised his hand casually and grabbed his wrist.

Suddenly, the King of Yan could not move and could not even exert any strength.

"It's you..." When the King of Yan saw the appearance of the person, he was shocked.

Yang Fan let go of his hand, leaned on the bookshelf casually, and sighed softly: "Prince, we have always been together for nearly thirty years."

"Yang Yaoshi, can you live a good life based on my appearance?"

The bitter Tao of the King of Yan.

"Yes." Yang Fan looked at King Yan and sighed.

At this moment, Yuwen Lie looked like an old man in his fifties, with a gray beard, so he could not see his mightyness back then.

"It's because Yang Yaoshi hasn't seen him for decades, his appearance has remained unchanged at all, and he will always maintain Qin Chun, which really makes us and other mortals envious."

The King of Yan looked complicated and looked at Yang Fan with a little enviousness.

"Haha, will the prince be an ordinary mortal?"

Yang Fan smiled, looking undeniable.

He had long known that King Yan, like Wushuang, was both martial arts practitioners and one of the cultivators.

What's more, these two people have something to do with the mysterious martial saint of Yuyang Kingdom.

King Yan is a disciple of the Martial Saint.

"It's a pity that my king's cultivation has not improved for many years, and he has lost his faith in his heart and has declined to the realm of a mortal innate warrior."

The bitter and powerless Tao of the King of Yan.

Yang Fan understood that when the King of Yan competed with Wushuang, he was surpassed little by little, leaving a shadow in his heart, and his artistic conception gradually declined.

The existence of martial arts is rarer than that of immortals. Even Yang Fan only knows only a little bit of knowledge, only knows that he uses martial arts to enter the Tao, pursuing the shattering of the void and the ultimate principles of martial arts.

"Prince, I'm here to find you this time because I want to ask about Xin'er's whereabouts. She has been away for so many years, hasn't she ever been back?"

Yang Fan asked with a righteous expression.

Yuwen Xin and her sister Huixin had a very similar experience, and they were also taken away by strange people.

The former has the "Nine Sutra Xuanzhi", and Yang Fan is not sure why the latter is.

But from Yang Huixin's attention, she should have gone to the Qin Dynasty, and she was not in danger, and she even lived a good life.

"Although I don't know Xin'er's whereabouts, ten years ago, a mysterious immortal master brought a letter and a letter transmission talisman. The letter transmission talisman was left to Yang Yaoshi, and I kept it for twenty years."

When the King of Yan said this, he walked to a place in the study and knocked it a few times.

Squeak squeak squeak ~~

A dark secret passage appeared under the study room.

King Yan walked down, took out a black box, took out the key, and opened it.

Soon, he took out a white jade letter transmission talisman.

Yang Fan took the message transmission talisman and injected magic power slightly. The light curtain in front of him flashed, and the handwriting could be seen faintly.

After a while, Yang Fan let out a long breath and put away the message transmission talisman.

"I dare to ask Yang Yaoshi, where is Xin'er?" King Yan asked.

Yang Fan asked in surprise: "Didn't Xin'er leave you a letter? Didn't this matter be mentioned?"

"Yes." King Yan nodded: "Xin'er said in her heart that she had stepped on the Star Divination Path and became an immortal cultivator. She is safe at present, but she can't come back easily."

"I do know where Xin'er is." Yang Fan said righteously.

"Where is she?" King Yan said nervously.

"It's very far, very far." Yang Fan's eyes turned to the extreme north, meaningful.
To be continued...