In front of Wei Hao's tombstone, Zhang Ji was free and easy on the ground, and opposite him, Zhang Xin, who was the first time meeting, looked completely unrestrained. She knelt on the grass, with a look of nostalgia on her pretty face, and a soft voice kept telling.

The mottled light and shadow shone on the two of them, and Zhang Fan seemed to be listening, but also thought about his own thoughts.

With Zhang Xin's story, many past events from that year also surfaced.

Over the years, the reason why Zhang Fan has not found any clues about Han Hao is because he has completely found the wrong direction.

He knew that Han Hao's trip to sea must be related to Zhang Lie's past where he died, and concluded that Han Hao was also one of the travelers with Zhang Lie back then.

In this way, the people sent by Zhang Fan naturally followed the route between Qinzhou and the island where he was teleported from the underground immortal world to overseas for the first time.

At best, it extends to the direction of the Great Desert Island. The remaining boundaries are in boundless and vast sea areas. It is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack. Without a specific idea, it is impossible to find it at all.

This approach is completely different.

In Zhang Xin's story, Han Hao met her father Zhang Tao and her mother Bai Ling by chance. At that time, both were seriously injured and their lives were hanging on the line, and the latter had pursuers.

As an elder, Zhang Lie treated him like a teacher or a father. He could not have watched Zhang Lie's descendants die in front of him.

What happened next came naturally. Fu Hao escorted Zhang Tao and Bai Ling all the way to come here, taking root, thriving, and dying here.

“Zhang Tao”

Zhang Xin was immersed in the narrative, and did not notice the change in Zhang Fan's expression for a while, nor did he hear the sound that almost contained it in his mouth.

This name was deliberately forgotten by him, and it was not really in his heart. It was just that when he saw the steadfast of Han Hao, he suddenly felt like he was hit hard by a sledgehammer.

Some things we think are forgotten are just like a thorn, which penetrates deeply, and will only cause heart-wrenching pain if someone touches them.

"Zhang Tao, Zhang Lie's grandson, Zhang Yuantu's son, but he is not my Zhang Fan's father!"

A thought appeared in Zhang Fan's eyes, a sunlight that seemed to be sneered and sneered, which made Zhang Xin, who was just opposite, suddenly shudder and swallowed the words he had reached his mouth.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan came to his senses. He pulled it out of his memory and smiled apologetically at the girl.

According to her story, Zhang Tao married his wife overseas, that is, her mother Yi Bai Ling. She is very extraordinary, and she is a real monster of transformation.

A young man who has poor qualifications and travels far away to find opportunities for his dream of immortality and his ancestors' achievements. He can even become a Taoist partner with a giant monster. If it is passed down to the world, it is tantamount to the market myth of a scholar meeting immortality, and a civil servant.

Zhang Xin didn't know the specific situation. After all, she hadn't even been born at that time, and even Han Hao's experience was what he later told him about.

After all, this is just a little girl who has only been in the world for at least twenty years.

She only knew that Zhang Tao, who was still a young man, accidentally saved Bai Ling, who was seriously injured. This boat was a few things, and it was the most difficult thing to make a Taoist partner.

Bai Ling gave birth to five children for Zhang Tao. Unfortunately, she transformed into a giant monster, but because she was injured in the early years, her cultivation has never recovered. She encountered Zhang Tao several years ago.

Han Hao's life span was exhausted, and he had been dead on the bed for less than ten years.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Fan suddenly raised his head and asked, "Xinxin, have you Grandpa Han never contacted Jiuzhou?"

"ah!"

Zhang Xin was surprised and said, "Do you know Grandpa Han?"

Then he scratched his head and said in certain respect: "I heard from my brother accidentally mention it. It seems that it was a fall, a mountain closed, and I don't know anything else."

Zhang Fan sighed and shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Now he understood everything, and in times of difficulty, Weihao may not have wanted to ask for help from the sect. However, it was the beginning of the great disaster in Qinzhou. On the day of the 100-year closure, there was no way to ask for help. This was the case.

"Forget it!"

Zhang Fan stood up long, his face full of indescribable complex expressions, and he walked towards a stone wall not far away.

"Hey, where are you going?"

Zhang Xin shouted, then a bright red color appeared on her face. She obviously realized that this was not good, and said embarrassedly: "I don't know what your name is yet?"

"Just call me brother!"

A gentle voice came from Zhang Fan's back.

"Okay, brother."

Zhang Xin nodded obediently, then thought of something and exclaimed: "You can't go there."

He said that, and he hurriedly snatched two steps.

Strangely, whether she was running or walking, the results were no different. Zhang Fan's back always kept a three-foot distance from her, and she could not stop her.

Immediately, Zhang Fan kept walking and directly hit a mottled stone wall. The moss on it was yellow and green, and cracked and appeared, as if it was weathered and frost.

The muffled sound of his imagination did not appear, and he walked directly into the stone wall. The water-like patterns rippling along the way, and when he returned to peace, he was nowhere to be seen.

"How did he know?"

Zhang Xin stopped in shock. Going further inside, it was the absolute forbidden area of ​​the Zhang family. Even if it was her, Zhang Tao and Bai Ling's girl, it was not said that she could enter just by going in.

"Don't worry."

In addition to being surprised, she gritted her teeth and crashed into the stone wall.

Behind the stone wall is a maze-like curve. Every turn, three or five forks, and it is extremely complicated.

If it were someone else, Zhang Xin would definitely think that he would be lost in this maze. You must know that she had spent a lot of effort to remember it.

However, she always had an inexplicable trust in Zhang Fan, believing that he would not be stumped by this maze.

The previous obstacle was nothing more than a subconscious action. Zhang Xin did not think that this gentle brother would have any adverse actions.

He ran out of breath. After a stick of incense, Zhang Fan's back entered her sight again.

This is the end of the maze, the most fundamental and strictest place of the Zhang family. Even if the last person dies until the rest of the person is left, no one can destroy it. In front, Zhang Fan stood with his hands behind his back, as if he had not noticed Zhang Xin's arrival at all.

The stone walls are silly tricks and the huge maze. In his eyes, it is just a joke. Naturally, he cannot be stopped.

As early as when Han Hao's cemetery, Zhang Fan had already noticed the difference in the aura here, with the faint aura of a powerful man of the Nascent Soul level.

On this small island where Bird Bulaji, there is only one powerful Nascent Soul!

"Zhang Tao!"

"Bai Ling".

Standing calmly, a complex look flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes, as if he was hesitating.

In front of him, something like a sculpture stood.

At the center is a crystal coffin, which stands upright. Through the transparent coffin oak, an old man can see his hands overlapping in his dantian, closing his eyes peacefully, as if he was sleeping.

The coffin hanging and the old man could only see half of his body, and the rest of the body was surrounded by a white snake. It was not real to see it.

This entanglement does not have the power to strangle the python, but it is more like nostalgia.

The white snake's body was huge but not thick and clumsy, and its body was covered with countless thin scales, which were illuminated.

Under normal circumstances, the fine white scales would definitely be stained with the most beautiful color in the sun, but at this time, it was only as dark as rocks.

The whole white snake was petrified into a sculpture.

If it were a mundane person, he would definitely think that this was the masterpiece of some artisan, but Zhang Fan could vaguely feel some vitality through his petrified body.

This vitality is constantly weakening, not dead yet, but not far from death.

The old man in the crystal coffin was almost the same as the white snake, and there was only a wisp of tiny vitality. The reason why it did not turn into a rock was because the white snake sacrificed itself to help.

From beginning to end, Zhang Fan didn't say a word, as if he was immersed in another world.

Zhang Xin endured it for a long time, and finally couldn't bear the depression, and called softly: "Brother?

Even though he lowered the sound, it still caused an echo in this hollow place, as if it was thunder, which scared Zhang Xin himself.

"What's up?"

Zhang Fan responded calmly, his eyes wandering, as if he could see the distant dust seal passing through the coffin oak.

This man has a poor qualification, but has a resolute and brave heart. He resolutely left home to find opportunities. He was unwilling to be a slave to monsters as a human being. He did not give up his pride in his heart. He would rather give the opportunity of the demon cultivator Yu Xiang Ming's father, and then go abroad alone and continue his journey.

With the pride of human beings, he can practice both the great evil and transform into a demon and give birth to children. He is also considered an independent person.

As a stranger and a cultivator, Zhang Fan admires such a person. Compared to his qualifications, he has a heart suitable for cultivating immortals.

In fact, he finally achieved his dream. Zhang Fan could truly feel that the body sealed in the crystal coffin and sleeping deeply was the cultivation of the golden elixir.

However, being a Son of Man and a Father of Man is a complete loser!

"You guys look like you!"

Zhang Xin looked at the person in the crystal coffin, looked at Zhang Fan again, and whispered.

"Yeah?"

Zhang Fan's voice was very dull, countless times more dull than in front of Han Hao's tombstone outside.

"Yes." Zhang Xin nodded with certainty, "It's even more like my brothers than my brothers.

"Oh, how many brothers do you have?

Zhang Fan had already known the answer to this question, but he just responded casually, and his mind was still immersed in other places.

"There are four! But one has never been seen."

"Um?"

Zhang Fan finally came back to his senses, his pupils shrank unconsciously, and he said erraticly: "Have you seen him?"

More than: First

Correcting an error, the name of the person who raised the monument yesterday should be Zhang Tao.

This name is actually the protagonist of Dongliu's previous book. It was used at that time, but it was confused yesterday. I have made any changes. I have made any changes. I don't know if it has been changed.
Chapter completed!