Zhao Fan was dumbfounded, could he even guess that he was from the lineage of Great Creation?
Not only that, asking for merit coins is used to forge sword embryos. How does Mrs. Tian know this?
At this time, Mrs. Tian did not wait for a response, so she shook her head and sighed, and turned around without any hesitation. Zhao Fan looked at her back, but fell into hesitation. The other party could see through it at a glance, which meant that her strength was far superior to his, and it was completely unclear whether she was an enemy or a friend.
But if Mrs. Tian has malicious intentions, she probably won't talk nonsense at all and will take action directly.
Thinking of this, Zhao Fan chased after him and said, "Senior Tian, I am the successor of Great Creation. What do you do for me?"
Mrs. Tian stopped her steps and said cheerfully: "I just said that I know that the induction will not be wrong. Besides, that old man Duan Ming only lost the Heaven Transformation Gua Technique to the great master of creation."
The old man who lost his life became an old man in her mouth?
Do you still know that you lost the Heaven Transformation Hexagram Technique?
Zhao Fan's eyes kept twitching, and he asked full of doubts: "Who are you...?"
"Follow me." Mrs. Tian didn't say much and walked ahead.
At this point, Zhao Fan could only follow her to have a look, and intuitively felt that the other party seemed to have something very important.
Gradually, night fell, covering the earth.
An old man and a young man walked in the night.
Although Mrs. Tian has no eyes, she walks more steadily than those with eyes, and she never encounters an obstacle.
Because she makes a "hissing" sound from time to time. This is to identify the location by listening to the sound, and through the echo of the sound, a distribution map is formed in the mind. Ordinary blind people can also do this, but they are far less accurate than Mrs. Tian.
Zhao Fan couldn't help but wonder, was such an unpredictable existence like Mrs. Tian born without eyes, or was it an accident?
About an hour later, we were already on the outskirts of Yangzhou City.
There is an open space among the weeds ahead, where a small thatched house stands, with smoke curling straight up, like a peaceful picture.
"This is my home." Mrs. Tian said something and then shouted: "Taozi, open the door, we have a guest today."
"Grandma, I'm here."
The door of the house opened, and an innocent girl in her prime appeared with a bun and a pink dress. Taozi came over and opened the courtyard door, looked at the young man beside her grandma, and asked, "Grandma, who is this little brother?"
"You have to call him cousin." Mrs. Tian smiled.
"cousin?"
Zhao Fan was stunned and asked: "Senior Tian, what is going on? Why am I a little confused?"
"Silly man, I am your uncle's sixth sister, your mother's aunt." Mrs. Tian asked with a smile, "So, what should you call me?"
Ga?
Zhao Fan immediately turned to stone. His uncle's sixth sister, isn't that his sixth aunt?
From the time he was sensible, my great-uncle asked himself to call him his seventh uncle-grandpa. However, he had never heard anything about his brothers and sisters, so he thought he might have passed away long ago. However, he never expected that Granny Tian, whom he met while running a stall in Yangzhou, , claiming to be the sixth aunt?
Zhao Fan kept feeling confused.
"Cousin." Taozi shouted enthusiastically. She had always been dependent on Mrs. Tian, and now it was the first time she saw her relatives other than her grandma.
"Uh..." Zhao Fan scratched his head and said unfamiliarly: "Cousin."
Then, he asked in a low voice: "That's not right, my great-uncle's surname is Li, your surname is Tian..."
Mrs. Tian raised her hand and slapped Zhao Fan on the head and said, "We, the Seven Immortals of Penglai, are not related by blood. Although we are married to Jinlan, we are as close as close relatives."
Penglai Seven Immortals?
Zhao Fan was very unfamiliar with these four words. He had never heard his uncle and uncle talk about them in the past. However, he did not feel any threat from Mrs. Tian, so he followed them into the yard with confidence.
Tao Zi set up the table and stools and served delicious home-cooked dishes. She handed the chopsticks to Zhao Fan and said, "Cousin, here it is."
"Thank you." He nodded and took it in his hand. This cousin, whom he had never met before, had a very clean temperament. Anyone else would feel particularly close to her.
At this time, Mrs. Tian said slowly: "If I remember correctly, your name should be Zhao Fan."
"Yes." Zhao Fan responded.
"You can't get used to having an extra sixth aunt for a while, right?" Mrs. Tian said while eating, "Let me tell you a story first."
Zhao Fan thought for a while and then said: "Senior, please speak."
He would not rashly acknowledge her until the matter was clear. After all, this was no small matter.
"Taozi, take some food and go back to your room first." Mrs. Tian ordered.
Taozi was very obedient and glanced at Zhao Fan curiously before carrying the bowl into the thatched house.
At this time, Mrs. Tian put down her chopsticks and said calmly: "In the past, the seven of us worked together to do a big thing, which offended God and was punished by heaven. Each of us became a mutilated body, and finally had to hide in Penglai Island. And this island is not under the supervision of Heavenly Dao, so there is no risk to your life if you stay there."
Zhao Fan was very excited. His great-uncle was called Li Sanjiao. He always used a cane wherever he went. On the surface, his two legs looked normal, but in fact, one of his legs was magically transformed. The secret was that he and his great-uncle were bathing in the river. I discovered it when I asked why, but I was put off.
As for Mrs. Tian, she has eyes but no eyes. What is missing is her eyes.
He listened quietly.
"Alas..." Mrs. Tian recalled: "We called ourselves the Seven Immortals of Penglai. In the first two years, our lives were quite fulfilling, but gradually... we lost the support to live because it was too boring and we had to survive twenty years. Four years, that is, two zodiac years, can only be born after God's anger has calmed down, so apart from sleeping every day, I don't even bother to cook. When I'm hungry, I eat some raw wild vegetables, feeling that life is meaningless. When we are tired of the world, we I sensed a breath of new life on the edge of the island, and finally something new happened, so I curiously went over to check it out."
After pausing for a few seconds, she continued: "Beside the island, there is a cradle floating. Inside is a little white fox, which has not even opened its eyes. It looks so cute."
"Little white fox?" Zhao Fan's soul was shaken. Could it be... could that be his mother?
"The Seven Immortals of Penglai were no longer bored on that day." Mrs. Tian smiled from the bottom of her heart: "This little white fox has the blood of the nine-tailed fox. Therefore, we have devoted ourselves to raising it. In order to teach it its skills, the boss will teach it today, and the second one will teach it tomorrow, one week at a time, plus its own inheritance, we are sure that this little white fox will unify the demon clan and ascend the throne in time. "
"Then what? What about the white fox..." Zhao Fan asked nervously. Even though he had guessed the identity of the white fox and heard the ending from his great-uncle, he still wanted to know the process.
Mrs. Tian said with emotion: "Eighteen years have passed in a blink of an eye. The little white fox has grown up and no longer pesters us every day like she did when she was a child. She wants to go out to the outside world. She is very strong. In terms of strength, But as she is on par with the top martial arts saints, we can safely let her go. The strange thing is that we didn’t tell her beforehand that male love and female love are not a thing. In fact, even if we told her, it would be useless. This is fate. Every one of her I would send a letter back to the island every month. That year, I said in the letter that I fell in love with a man named Zhao."
"Gu..." Zhao Fan swallowed, his heart trembling.
"Suddenly one day." Mrs. Tian changed the subject and said, "The little white fox came back and said she was getting married soon, and asked if we could go to her wedding. However, the period of divine punishment has not passed, and there are still two years left. In the end, the little white fox left in despair, but still received letters every month, and six months later, she returned to Penglai Island again, saying that she wanted to give birth to a child for her husband."
Zhao Fan's eyes became blurry and wet.
"Not to mention the demon race and the human race, even if the demon race and the demon race are different species, they cannot continue to descend. This is a rule of heaven."
Mrs. Tian sighed slightly and said: "However, the nine-tailed spirit fox lineage has a secret talent, which is to set up a magic circle, use the nine tails and demon veins to sacrifice to the sky, and become a human body that is no longer superficial. And once it is performed, it is irreversible. However, after becoming a human race, the soul is still a fox soul. In that case, neither the human race nor the demon race can learn the tricks. In other words, abandon the powerful strength and become an ordinary person. Also I don’t know what happened to the ancestors of the nine-tailed spirit fox, but they actually created this crappy thing. Thinking about it now, I’m so angry!”
She continued: "And that magic formation is extremely complicated. The little white fox can't set it up by himself, so he came back to the island just to ask the seven of us to help set up the formation."
"Then you agreed to her?" Zhao Fan's voice trembled.
"Nonsense, where did you come from if you don't agree?" Mrs. Tian said angrily: "None of us agreed at first, but the girl has grown up, and we can't control her or keep her. The weather on Penglai Island is bad, with heavy rain, hail, and heat. As if from a book, she knelt on the ground outside for seven days and seven nights. We treated her like our own child, and no matter how hard our hearts were, we would not soften..."
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