Xianhong Road

Chapter 465
Half a month later, Yuyang Country, Wuliu Town.

Just like decades ago, this is a small town for mortals.

The early morning mist made Wuliu Town look hazy.

A man in a blue-patterned brocade robe quietly walked into this misty town like an outsider.

He took a light breath, closed his eyes, and showed memories, nostalgia, and sentiments on his face.

On the streets of the small town, most of the townspeople who came and went, he no longer looked at each other, but saw many new faces.

Yes, nearly 30 years is enough for an ordinary family to continue two generations of incense.

Of course, he also saw some familiar faces.

Ding bang! !Ding bang...

The middle-aged strong man with bare arms in the opposite shop who was forging iron, Yang Fan felt very familiar and kind.

He suddenly discovered that this strong man was very similar to his neighbor Tie Niu.

It's not like... it's an iron bull.

When he was in Wuliu Town, Yang Fan lost his kung fu overnight, and he had just started with the Immortal Hongjue, and had once fought against this pretty boy.

Thinking of this, he pursed a smile and walked to the blacksmith shop.

"This objective, do you want some..." The middle-aged blacksmith stopped abruptly, and he stared at Yang Fan as if he had seen a ghost.

"You...you are!" The middle-aged blacksmith showed surprise and disbelief on his face.

Yang Fan smiled without saying a word, just looked at him.

Finally, Tieniu spat out two words that were both unfamiliar and familiar: "Brother Fan..."

"Hahaha……"

Suddenly, the two laughed heartily, and Tieniu hugged Yang Fan together, and said excitedly: "You are worthy of being an immortal teacher. After so many years, your appearance hasn't changed at all."

Indeed, compared with decades ago, Yang Fan's appearance has not changed at all.

The passage of time did not leave any marks on his face.

What has changed is only the more unpredictable temperament.

Tieniu looked at Yang Fan enviously, and pulled him into the room very politely.

"Come, come, let me introduce you, this is my daughter-in-law and grandson."

After Tieniu entered the room, he introduced it to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan glanced lightly, and saw a pretty young woman with a two or three-year-old child beside her.

When the young woman saw Yang Fan, she was a little nervous, but at the same time very curious, she took a few sneaky glances.

"This is my grandson, Tie Long. Haha, isn't this name impressive enough?"

Tie Niu said proudly.

Yang Fan couldn't hold back anymore, he smiled and said, "Tie Niu, Tie Long, your family is really interesting."

"Tie Long, come quickly and call Yang... Grandpa Yang."

At the end of Tieniu's speech, he even felt a little awkward.

"Grandpa Yang?" The daughter-in-law over there showed a strange look.

The little boy blinked his black eyes, looked at Yang Fan curiously, and shouted in a childish voice: "Grandpa Yang..."

"Hehe, I didn't expect that I would be called grandpa one day."

Yang Fan's face was full of smiles, and he had a very warm experience.

This little toddler liked him very much, so he held him in his arms and teased him.

At the same time, he sighed in his heart: If he hadn't gone to cultivate immortals, would he be like an iron bull now, marrying a wife and having children, and even having grandchildren to enjoy his old age?

"Well, meeting me is also your blessing..."

Yang Fan thought for a while, and a drop of "Sansheng Wisdom Water" appeared on his hand, and he fed it into the little boy's mouth.

Before leaving, Yang Fan even gave Tieniu a piece of uncut jade the size of a thumb, and said, "It's good for the child to carry it close to his body."

Tie Niu's eyes lit up, he understood Yang Fan's status as an "immortal teacher", and thanked him again and again.

Yang Fan just walked home, but was stopped by Tieniu: "Brother Fan, do you want to go home?"

"Well, I have been away from home for decades, and now I want to go home to visit my mother, what's wrong?" Yang Fan asked with a strange expression.

"This...Brother Fan, there is no one in your family." Tie Niu stammered.

"Nobody? What's going on?" Yang Fan was taken aback.

He swept his consciousness and found that there was no one in the house.

When he found an enshrined spirit card and spirit image in the house, he froze, as if he had lost his soul.

A few words are engraved on the tablet: The spiritual seat of the birth mother Lin Cuiyan
These few words, like nine thunderbolts, made Yang Fan stand still for a while, and a few traces of grief flashed in his eyes.

Although Yang is not his biological mother, she is a loving mother who raised him since he was a child. This affection is beyond doubt.

Standing at the door of his house for a long time, Yang Fan finally calmed down and asked Tieniu next to him:

"How long has my mother been gone?"

"Ten years." Tieniu replied.

"Ten years..." Yang Fan roughly calculated that his mother should have lived to be more than 50 years old.

Over 50 years old, in the mortal world, in the normal category.

But Yang Fan still felt something was wrong. Before he left, he left some elixirs for his mother, which should prolong life and strengthen muscles and bones.

Of course, at that time Yang Fan didn't have the Life Extension Pill, let alone the conditions to refine it.

In other words, under normal circumstances, it would be reasonable for Yang to live to be six or seventy years old.

There are only two possibilities for this to happen, one is man-made persecution.Under the protection of the Dark Blood Dynasty, this possibility is unlikely.Even if the enemy really has malicious intentions, he can kill Yang Shi, a woman with no hands, with one blow.

Besides, Yang Tian said in the leftover letter that there is no need to worry about the safety of relatives.

Then there is another possibility, which is a heavy psychological blow, which makes people lose faith and sustenance in life and become disheartened.

These are only Yang Fan's preliminary guesses.

"By the way, where did my sister Huixin go?" Yang Fan asked suddenly.

He was asking about his younger sister, Yang Huixin.

"It seems that more than [-] years ago, he was taken away by a fairy priest, and there has been no news since then."

Iron Bull replied.

"What!!" Yang Fan's expression changed drastically.

Under the secret protection of the Dark Blood Dynasty, there are still people who can take my sister away.

If this is the case, then the Immortal Taoist Priest mentioned by Tie Niu is at least an existence above the Nascent Soul level.

"I understand why mother died so early..." Yang Fan took a deep breath.

Father Yang Tian died, and then he went away for nearly 30 years and never returned. Finally, his sister was taken away, and there was no news for 20 years.

Under these repeated blows, how could Yang, a mortal who doesn't know any spells, and a traditional woman, bear it?

It is reasonable to live ten years less.

"Why, if I could go back more than ten years earlier, my mother wouldn't have died."

Yang Fan looked up to the sky and sighed.

In the past 30 years, things have changed and people have changed.

The vicissitudes of time and the changes in the world gave him some enlightenment.

"My little brother, how is it now?" Yang Fan asked his brother Yang Lei again.

"You mean Castle Master Yang? He is very good now, he has a high status in this generation, and the people are in awe of him."

Iron Bull replied.

"That's good." Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, at least in this world, he still has a relative.

He bid farewell to Tieniu, walked into his main room, and placed incense in front of the mourning hall to worship.

Swish!
At a certain moment, a dark shadow appeared in the house.

"Get out." Yang Fan's voice was cold and heartless.

Swish!

The black shadow immediately disappeared from the house, allowing Yang Fan to quietly pay homage to the spirit of his mother Yang.

Finally, half a day later, Yang Fan came to the courtyard and said calmly, "Come out."

"Yes, my lord."

An ordinary-looking old man knelt in front of Yang Fan.

Yang Fan saw through his cultivation at a glance: the late foundation establishment stage.

"Thirty years after I left, how has the general situation of Yuyang Kingdom changed?"

Yang Fan's voice was steady, without any emotion.

"Yes." The old man reported to Yang Fan the changes in Yuyang Kingdom in recent decades in simplified language.

"In Yuyang, the power of the three major sects remains the same, but in the past few decades, several Nascent Soul experts have risen. Lie Wuhuan, a disciple of the Sanyou old demon of the Moyang Sect, has been promoted to the Nascent Soul stage, and there are also new promotions in the Yaoxian Valley. Cultivator Yuan Ying... In addition, a few years ago, Yuyang Kingdom stationed a foreign sect called "Three Devils". It is said that several scattered demon sects from neighboring countries gathered together. What is Yuyang's plan..."

After talking about the general situation, the old man talked about what happened in Wuliu Town and Yangjiabao.

Yang Fan listened quietly, occasionally interrupting when he had some doubts.

After a long while, the old man said again: "Your Majesty, there are also some changes within the 'Dark Blood Dynasty', do you want to report to you?"

"Dark Blood Dynasty?" Yang Fan's eyes flashed brightly: "You say."

"Twenty years ago, Hu Fei became the king of the Dark Blood Dynasty, named 'Potian'. In the past ten years, there seemed to be some disagreements and conflicts among the top management of the organization. As for what happened, I couldn't tell. Here the king has been waiting."

The old man looked at Yang Fan with special emotion in his eyes.

"Wait for me, how long have you been waiting for me?" Yang Fan asked in surprise.

"28 years." The old man said with a look of nostalgia: "I finally hoped for it. The old servant has always obeyed the orders of the 'Hidden King'. This is the task he entrusted to me before he died."

"For a mission, you stick to it for 28 years?" Yang Fan looked at him deeply.

"Yes, King Yintian has the grace of saving and reforming the old servant. Even if I die, he will not hesitate."

The old man said.

"What's your name?" Yang Fan asked.

"Yin San." The old man replied: "There used to be more than [-] brothers, but now there are only ten left. I am the third eldest."

"Okay." Yang Fan nodded: "You are my father's confidant, now I appoint you as an elder, and I will try my best to find Huixin's whereabouts."

"This..." Yin San said hesitantly, and said with dodge eyes: "Appointing elders requires the organization of high-level kings to make decisions."

"What, is there such a thing? As a king, to appoint an elder, you have to ask for the consent of others?"

Yang Fan's complexion suddenly sank, and there was a suffocating pressure in the air.

He faintly sensed that his father's death might jeopardize his rights...

"Tell me the truth, what happened to the upper echelons of the Dark Blood Dynasty?"

The cold light in Yang Fan's eyes was like the edge of a knife.

Yin San shuddered: "Without real evidence, this old servant dare not say anything, and besides, as an old servant, the information I know is very limited."

"Then tell me your own guess." Yang Fan stared at him coldly.

"The old servant suspects that the upper echelons of the Dark Blood Dynasty have been infiltrated, and some of the king-level figures have betrayed..."

Yin San said with a trembling heart.

"Betrayal, or king-level?" Yang Fan's pupils shrank, the air was depressed, and his voice was cold and piercing:

"Tell me, which king betrayed you?"

(One update, sorry, this chapter is a bit late)

(End of this chapter)