Chapter 316 Youlan Qing 4432, break through in seclusion!

The small desert mountains outside, the wind is in the clouds, and there is nowhere to know where the flute is in the sound of one sound.

Walking through the clouds, the sound of the flute in the clear world came vaguely with the affectionate evening breeze.

In the sound of the flute, there are peerless beauties, the loneliness of living in the secluded valley is like snow; there are sleeping, thinking about clothes, and the earnest expectations of tossing and turning.”

When talking about the heart, there is only the sound of the flute;

Comfort me, only the sound of the flute;

Feeling the emotions in the sound of the flute, Zhang Fan couldn't help but stop.

This is not the first time he has heard of such a flute sound.

On that day, Wan'er was also alone in the dark room, and the sound of the flute expressed her feelings.

The difference is that today's flute sounds are even more intense, as if the wine that has been brewing for a hundred years, and as soon as the jar is opened, I feel drunk.

In a silence, you can see a purple orchid, swaying with the breeze, loneliness and expectation, and it is indescribable and graceful.

The sound of the flute disappeared in the wind. It was not at the end of the tune, but as if it had noticed some movement and suddenly stopped.

Zhang Fan smiled slightly and stepped forward.

The small desert mountain is lying across the cave, outside the cave, on a small hillside, a graceful and colorful figure stands on the wind.

She put one hand on her forehead and looked away, with surprise and nervousness in her eyes.

At this time, the smelting mountain mist rose, obstructing everything and blocking her anxious view of the distance.

The snow-white teeth bit the lower lip. The beautiful black eyebrows frowned slightly, and Wan'er couldn't help but wonder if her previous premonition was illusion. However, she held hope and couldn't go.

After a while, a look of surprise suddenly flashed in her eyes, and a smile appeared on her face, like a flower blooming, bright and brilliant.

In front, the formation was dense clouds and the mist in the mountains suddenly seemed to be fiddling with each other, and suddenly separated. A spacious passage was given out, revealing the yiyi that was floating in the cuffs with the wind.

Zhang Fan! Come back!

Walking out of the ladder, Zhang Fan looked over with a smile.

The wind blows in the mountains, and the drizzle is rising, shaking Wan'er's hair and wet her face, but she can't point it. Anxious and expectant, beside her slender feet, a splash of spirit bead grass falls, and the crystal clearness of the past is no longer covered with dust and has no time to take care of it.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan couldn't help but feel warm, and the smile on his face became softer.

"elder brother

A light shout made her smile like a flower.

After a long time of separation, even an ordinary stone table is gradually moistened by a mirror.

Zhang Fan brushed by. He knew that Wan'er must have wiped and cleaned carefully. Otherwise, judging from the dust in the barren mountains, dust would be everywhere, which would be about an inch thick.

In the past six months, Wan'er has done more than that.

At this time, she was holding her chin and looking at Zhang Fan with some anxiety. The hope in her eyes was just like a child doing the most proud thing, hoping that his relatives would like to praise him.

On the stone table in front of the two, four or five dishes and two or three bowls of soup were placed.

"Wan'er, you did this?"

Zhang Dan asked slightly surprised.

The dishes in front of her are all home-cooked dishes, which are different from those sent by Xu Fan. The biggest possibility is that they come from the hands of this girl, and the eyes in her eyes also prove this.

"It's quiet!"

"Brother, do you want to try it if it tastes delicious?"

Wan'er nodded vigorously and persuaded her diligently.

Zhang Fan smiled without scrupleting his kindness. He tasted it briefly. Although he felt that although he was not as skilled as those chefs, he had somehow a warm smell.

This is the feeling of home. I worked hard for half a year, and I returned to the cave, looking forward to the girl, washing her hands and making soup!

Is there anything better in the world than this?

After a while, Zhang Fan put down his bowls and chopsticks and said with a smile: "It's delicious!"

The words were praised, overwhelming everything. Wan'er smiled like a flower, and almost hummed a song to clean up the remaining soup.

"Wan'er, why do you suddenly want to learn these things?"

Zhang Fan looked around and found that in addition to cooking, there were also some things like female red on the cloud bed next to him. Obviously, she was studying them over the days.

Hearing this, Wan'er paused her hand slightly and twisted the corner of her clothes, and hesitated and said, "What they said."

"them?"

Zhang Fan frowned slightly. He then suddenly realized that it must be Xu Fanshu who brought the food to Xiaoxianglou.

"They said that the maids should know these things."

Zhang Fan shook his head and laughed. He was about to say something, but when he heard Wan'er say quietly: "This is how you can stay with your brother..."

"elder brother!"

Wan'er suddenly raised her head and plucked up the courage and said, "Brother, I want to cultivate immortality!"

"Why?"

Jing'er wants to be with her brother forever."

When talking, Wan'er's expression on her face was fear and expectation.

What I fear is the separation between immortals and mortals, the beauty passes away; what I hope is the couple of gods and fairies, and the freedom of the world.

In the past, Zhang Fan spoke out for a hundred years of farewell; today, half a year has passed.

These finally made Wan'er understand that if she did not embark on the path of immortality, the gap between the two would become bigger and bigger. I am afraid that one foreseeable day, when her brother comes back, she would not even have the power of expectation.

Wan'er didn't say these words, but how could the children hide their thoughts from Zhang Fan?

I kept silent and pondered.

Zhang Fan was not hesitating whether to let Wan'er cultivate immortality. Since he learned that she had the Xuanyin body that day, he had this idea. He was the most silenced and stared at the muscles and mouth. However, the thought at that time Wan'er sent it to the top of Xuanyin Sect. After all, Xuanyin Qi dishes are the most suitable for her physique.

The reason why he has not been able to achieve success and has been delayed until today is mainly because he does not want Wan'er to enter the sect of cultivating immortals like her.

In such a place, although there are friendships and family ties, it is related to interests after all. Intrigue is inevitable, Wan'er. Can she adapt?

Zhang Fan was not sure.

As for whether he was reluctant to leave, he was afraid that even himself would not be sure!

But at this moment, just after listening to Wan'er's words, Zhang Fan had a new idea in her true thoughts deep in her heart.

"Just keep her by your side!"

"As for practicing the exercises

Zhang Fan's mouth bent a curve, and his mind sent a message: "Old Ku, are you going to take action now?"

"Hmm? What the hell are you doing?"

"The Soul Lord Infinite Art"!"

After a while, seeing that Zhang Fan had not responded, Wan'er's courage finally plucked up disappeared and said timidly: "Brother, why don't Wan'er?"

Just at this moment, Zhang Fan waved his hand and smiled and said, "Okay!"

The look of surprise instantly appeared on Bai Zhe's face, as if the crabapple was condensed, and it was indescribable.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, boy!"

"You just need to teach the little girl to go through it by herself, why should I take the old man to do my hard work?"

"Soul Master Wudizhi. Before the Foundation Establishment Period, is this a good supplement?"

"Um?"

The sound of the array turning pages sounded in Zhang Fan's mind, and then, an angry shout almost knocked him out.

"Demon-Sourcing Art!"

"Okay! The method you kid uses to deal with the old man turned out to be learned from here, damn it,"

The Taoist Ku was still chattering, but Zhang Fan had already cut off his thoughts and finally became purified.

In the quiet room of the cave, sitting upright with a little fragrance, the fragrance will not dissipate.

Zhang Fan sat cross-legged. A calm incense ignited beside him, and the fragrance lingers in the quiet room. In the hazy state, his whole mind calmed down.

Behind his head, the Great Sun Treasure Album was hanging high, and above the mirror, black air seemed to be as volatile as the substance, turning into various shapes. It was the evolution of the magic art skills, and the Daoist of the Tribulation made up for the lack of the Soul Lord's Infinite Art.

The Soul Lord Wudizhi is also a top-level magical technique. Although it is not as good as Xuanyin, it is suitable for Wan'er's physique. It is enough to exert its innate talents.

This technique can be practiced to the stage of transformation of the gods. The important parts behind it are quite complete, but the skills before the pill are missing.

It is not easy for Zhang Fan to reverse and make up for this part. He may even miss it all. His supernatural powers have not been cultivated, and he is more likely to be possessed by the evil spirit.

But for the vengeful Taoist, it is nothing!

The old monsters above the late Nascent Soul stage have seen many magical secret techniques in their lifetime. They have a deep understanding of it. Even Zhang Fan can’t catch up with it. Using it here is the only way to get the whole thing.
To be continued...