"boom!"
Ye Fan became famous.
Why does this demeaning tone sound so like that of Liu Yiyi and fake master Shen Yun?
He subconsciously raised his hand.
Shen Hua was so frightened that she subconsciously covered her buttocks. After finishing the action, she was stunned, and so was Ye Fan.
"..."
In front of the Guanyin statue, a man and a woman fell into an eerie silence. Neither of them spoke.
Finally, a shrill scream came from the depths of the pit, breaking the silence.
"Master!"
"Run away!"
Ye Fan was worried that Su Qinghuan was in danger, so he rushed in regardless of his own safety.
Shen Hua was worried that her identity would be exposed. Not only was this vest useless, but it would also be treated lightly by Ye Fan, so she chose to run away.
that's all.
The two people passed each other.
A gentle sigh came from the Guanyin Hall, and it was melted into the thunder that exploded outside the hall.
Walking along the very narrow cave, you can't see your fingers.
"Shua——"
Ye Fan activated his spiritual energy, and a ball of flame floated out of thin air and floated deep into the cave to illuminate the darkness.
The further you go in, the more intense the demonic energy becomes, so intense that Ye Fan's body in the middle stage of the golden elixir cannot bear it.
Heavy.
too heavy!
Ye Fan's body seemed to be pressed by a huge mountain out of thin air. He could not straighten up at all. He could only hunched his waist and gritted his teeth and stepped forward with willpower.
It's just that my feet are filled with lead, and every step is very difficult. It can be said that it is difficult to walk.
"call……"
Ye Fan's eyes were blood red, and he held on to the stone wall and gasped for air. The spiritual energy formed a golden barrier around his body to resist the invasion of evil spirits.
only.
After all, there is too much difference in realm.
Less than ten minutes after Ye Fan entered the narrow entrance, the golden barrier exploded, and the skin, which was several times harder than steel, was cracked like a spider web. A large amount of blood oozed out and fell to the ground, and his body was shaky and about to fall. fall.
"puff--"
After walking for less than a minute, Ye Fan suddenly spurted out a large mouthful of blood. His head became dizzy and he fell to the ground uncontrollably. His vision was so blurred that he could hardly see clearly.
"Su Qinghuan, are you there?"
Ye Fan used up the last bit of strength in his body and roared out. The sound echoed in the narrow cave, but... there was no response.
"Are you going to die here?"
Ye Fan had difficulty breathing, his head was buzzing, and the intense sleepiness made his eyelids heavier and heavier until he lost consciousness.
"Buzz!"
The last thing that sounded in my ears was the sound of a clanging sword.
…
soft.
Extremely soft.
fragrant.
Especially fragrant.
Ye Fan didn't know where he was, he just felt that his body was inexplicably warm and as comfortable as heaven.
"Wake up!"
An anxious call came, and Ye Fan slowly opened his eyes.
The rain stopped at some point, and the bright moonlight shone through the gaps between the clouds.
Ye Fan felt dazzled inexplicably, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover it, but his right hand hit a soft and elastic thing.
"ah."
Su Qinghuan's face was as red as blood and she said angrily: "Evil disciple, you are almost dead and still want to bully your master!"
"Master?"
Ye Fan looked around blankly.
He was still in the main hall of Guanyin Temple, and he could catch a glimpse of the Guanyin statue from the corner of his eye. And he... was lying on Su Qinghuan's lap, looking up at the bulging Saintess Peak.
He tried to struggle to sit up, but felt inexplicable pain in his body. He couldn't help but take a breath: "It hurts..."
"Don't move, just lie down for a while."
"Um."
Ye Fan responded and said thankfully: "Master, you are not dead."
Su Qinghuan's pretty face turned dark: "You are really my good disciple. You hope that I will inherit the view of jade girls until you die, right?"
Ye Fan shook his head vigorously: "The Jade Girl Temple is not as important as you."
Su Qinghuan was startled, feeling moved and embarrassed at the same time: "You... what are you talking about? I am your master!"
Ye Fan stopped talking, hugged his master's waist tightly, and rested peacefully.
Su Qinghuan's delicate body was stiff and her pretty face was full of anger: "You evildoer, take your hands away!"
"Shut up and let me get some sleep."
Inverted.
It’s really the opposite!
How can there be such a disciple in this world?
Su Qinghuan was furious, but even if she was angry, she didn't push Ye Fan away at all.
After all, he is the apprentice he chose, so what else can he do?
I can only endure it!
and……
She saw Ye Fan's move to go to the sealing place of the second-generation wolf ancestor regardless of life and death.
"Why."
Su Qinghuan sighed faintly: "You are such an idiot. You dare to break in even if you are a little golden elixir. You are simply risking your life."
"I'm afraid you'll die in there."
"..."
Su Qinghuan bit her lip hard, and gently ran her delicate jade fingers through Ye Fan's hair. She knew that this evil disciple liked to touch it like this.
really.
Ye Fan's frown gradually relaxed, and soon his breathing slowed down, apparently falling asleep.
Su Qinghuan sighed: "Fortunately, Qingfeng Sword appeared in time, otherwise you would have exploded and died. If I hadn't protected you, how could I have allowed Xue Yu and the old woman to run away? What a pity."
Even more pity.
It was Mark who fell asleep and couldn't hear it at all.
Su Qinghuan looked into the distance and sneered: "But where can you run to? If you dare to attack the Jade Girl Temple, if you dare to attack my disciple, you are seeking death!"
…
…
Ye Fan had a dream.
I dreamed of a kind-hearted old woman sitting on a wicker chair in the backyard of Peony Garden.
The strange thing is that the lower body of the old woman is actually a sea-blue fish tail. There is a flower basket next to the fish tail. The colorful and fragrant flowers are all turned into very strange human faces.
Dream?
Or have you fallen into some kind of hallucination?
While Ye Fan was breathing heavily, he saw Liu Yiyi yawning and walking out of the living room.
As if she hadn't seen Ye Fan, she said very familiarly: "Mother-in-law, you are here again."
"Liu Yiyi..."
Ye Fan shouted loudly, but his voice couldn't be conveyed at all.
On the contrary, the old woman took a deep look at Mark and smiled slightly on her old face.
All of a sudden.
Ye Fan's scalp was numb, and the world in front of him was in pieces.
"Uh-huh!!!"
Ye Fan sat up suddenly, and he suddenly understood that part of Liu Yiyi's previously missing dream memory was related to this old mermaid woman!
Ye Fan shouted: "Master, find me paper and pen quickly, quickly!"
In an instant, paper and pen were handed to me, but the paper was rice paper and the pen was a brush.
Ye Fan held the brush, and the tip of the pen was hovering in the air. He couldn't put down the pen for a long time. What did he... want to record?
Why.
Suddenly everything was forgotten.
Ye Fan looked confused.
He didn't remember what happened in the dream just now, and he didn't know why he was so excited. He only knew that he seemed to have forgotten a very important memory.
"donor?"
A childish face appeared in front of him.
Ye Fan looked up from his daze, and it was the young monk who was eight or nine years old and whose Buddhist name was "Dongxi".
Dongxi asked with concern: "Donor, are you okay?"
"fine."
Ye Fan looked around. The statue of Guanyin remained the same, but the hole leading to the seal of the great demon disappeared, as if it had never existed.
Dark clouds cover the outside of the hall, while the lights inside the hall are bright, forming a sharp contrast.
"clatter"
"clatter"
"clatter"
The blind old monk with no eyeballs was tapping the wooden fish rhythmically and mumbling something.
Ye Fan asked: "Where is my master?"
