I rely on residual blood to repair my longevity

At this time, Naming Wujing gathered the sixth comprehension power, and then lightly came to Changsheng, and paused for a moment.

Changsheng looked at it, the sadness on his body had not faded, there was still a slight hint of water in his eyes, and he stretched out his hand.Ming Wujing flew over obediently and landed on her palm.Looking at it from a close distance is different from seeing it in the dantian sea. Cha Changsheng only felt that although the Ming Wujing in front of him was emitting a strange light, it was not dazzling, but had a sense of presence.

Stretching out a finger to touch, gave Changsheng the feeling that he had touched something that seemed real but not real.The shell is a bit hard, as if it feels like a spar, but when you touch it carefully, it feels like you are touching a puddle of water, a cloud of fog.

"What the hell are you? Why did you appear beside me? Do you have your own consciousness?"

Changsheng unconsciously asked a few words, but Ming Wujing didn't respond, it seemed that he just paused for a moment, and then got into the sea of ​​Changsheng's dantian again.

Yuanji Wuchangli glanced at Ming Wujing who had regained the best position in Dantian Sea, and flicked his tail in disdain.What are you pulling?No matter how much you pull it, it will still be a stone that cannot speak.Wait until you find out what you are doing, and let Changsheng throw you away first!

Just when it had finished its mouth craving, Ming Wujing, who had been ignoring Yuanji Wuchang carp, suddenly trembled, and the next moment, Yuanji Wuchang carp froze all over and couldn't move his eyes in horror!
Not only was he unable to move, but he was also held in mid-air by an invisible force, and then slammed wildly.

"!I*……"

Yuanji Wuchangli was dumped even worse after he cursed a few words, just like a machine used to dry clothes in a certain historical stage of human beings.After a violent storm, Yuanji Wuchangli felt that he was about to vomit out his internal organs.

This invisible torture slowly stopped.

With a "plop", Yuanji Wuchangli's stiff body recovered for a moment as it fell back into the sea of ​​Dantian.But it can hardly control its horror, is that Ming Wujing alive?But it didn't respond at all no matter how teased it was for so long!

So, was it lying to itself before?The bastard!Is it fun to just look at me like a monkey?

Yuanji Wuchangli did not know how many thoughts flashed through his mind to tear the opponent into pieces, but when he thought of the way the cup was suppressed and unable to move, he felt a little scared.

Fear, you must know that as a qualified ahem, a qualified living body, how can there be fear?This is simply an insult to myself!But let Yuanji impermanence carp to resist for a while, it dare not.

In the end, I could only mutter a few words of complaint in my mouth, and then there was no sound.

After spitting out bubbles in the water, Yuanji Wuchang Li was very depressed.Don't be complacent, when my strength returns, I'll be the first to kill you!snort!
Yuanji Wuchangli didn't realize that his emotions were much richer than before.

At this moment, Chang Sheng had gradually recovered from the deep sorrow, and carefully restrained Granny Fan's bones.Looking up at the green water and green mountains, I felt a little relaxed, and then returned to the small world where Grandma Fan lived.After handing in the task, the monk in charge of the task took a look at the age of Changsheng, and then looked at the Moon Purification Grass, which was obviously beyond, and was a little surprised.

But after all, he was well-informed, so he didn't say much, and after giving the corresponding spirit stone, he watched Changsheng leave.

"what happened?"

A fellow Taoist who was acquainted with the monk asked, and the monk was a little dazed.

"I don't know if it's my illusion, but I always feel that that fellow Taoist just now has an inexplicable sadness. It makes my nose a little sore. Hey, I guess I was thinking too much, that is a high-ranking disciple of Penglai Pavilion, How could it be possible to come to this small place like ours?"

Before his friend could speak, he comforted himself, and then continued to get busy.

And Changsheng was flying with his sword in the air, and slowly rushed in the direction that Grandma Fan had said.She was a little afraid to see Granny Fan's relatives, because she didn't know what to say.

But no matter how hard he tried, he finally reached his destination.Above the clouds, Chang Sheng looked at the peaceful and quiet village with an extremely complicated expression.Yuanji Wuchangli wanted to persuade him, but he didn't know how to speak, so he could only watch Changsheng hesitate in the air.

After a long time, Changsheng sighed, and moved out a middle-aged man in the village who was closest to Granny Fan by blood.

The middle-aged man was shocked when he realized that the land under his feet was getting farther and farther away from him.He wants to struggle, but even if Changsheng pays attention not to let him get hurt, the ability of being a fit monk is not something a mortal can stop.

Being moved to a small hillside closer to the mountain village, the middle-aged man barely maintained his composure and looked around.

"I don't know which immortal is in charge, but if something happens, Xiaomin will never dare to refuse."

Chang Sheng showed his figure, stared at him for a while, and released Granny Fan's body under his uncomfortable gaze.

The moment he saw Granny Fan's body, a sharp pain appeared in the eyes of the middle-aged man, and he rushed forward.

"Mother! Mother! Open your eyes and see, I am your son, mother!"

The heart-piercing cries almost made this middle-aged man, who could manage to maintain his composure even in situations that cannot be explained by common sense, cry like a child at the moment, tears and snot dripping uncontrollably.

Originally, he wondered if this thin, silent-looking woman in front of him had killed his own mother.But upon closer inspection, the smile on Granny Fan's face was so contented, just like the smile on her face the night she left a year ago.

So, mother was not killed by this woman...

"Grandma Fan left it to you."

Changsheng's voice was a little dry, and he handed over the booklet.The middle-aged man took the booklet with trembling hands.

Turning to the first page, there are two lines of small characters written in elegant handwriting.

"To the bravest Fan Huajin."

"Oh, and Fan Huanian."

The second line of handwriting is a bit small, as if it was added on the spur of the moment, with a sense of randomness.However, he knew at the first sight that it was mother's handwriting.Even in a rural family, it is useless for a woman to study and practice calligraphy, but Niang is very persistent in this matter.Without pen and paper, I wrote and drew on the ground.Over time, this handwriting is even better than the old master in the village.

Turning back, it is a small picture of a flower that cannot be named. The flower is orange, and the flower disc is quite large. It looks like it is thriving.