067 passed away

"Yang Zifan, take a break! It's been a month. Let's go back to the mountain and tell the leader that the leader can find Qinglin.

Under a rocky cliff, Yang Zifan searched everywhere for Qinglin. Under the power of the weak water, Qinglin fell off the cliff. He hasn't closed his eyes for a month and has been looking for it, but there is no trace. Lingxiu and Haotian, who arrived later, and some disciples of the Tianyuan School, gave up searching.

Yang Zifan has an idea that Qinglin must be alive and live well. But day and night have hit him again and again for the past month. He thought he had always been strong and was so fragile.

"Brother, brother." A figure flashed in the distance and stopped in front of Haotian.

Haotian put his hand to his mouth and motioned him to whisper a little. He didn't want to disturb Yang Zifan. After experiencing so many things, he also saw that Yang Zifan's status in the Tianyuan faction would not be low in the future.

"Hip your voice, wisdom."

"I found something in the chaotic forest in the northwest corner. I'm afraid it's from Qinglin." Wisdom whispered.

Haotian quickly caught up with Yang Zifan and whispered the news in his ear.

Yang Zifan was overjoyed and finally had the news of Qinglin, which was full of excitement.

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When Yang Zifan and Haotian came to the chaotic forest in the northwest corner mentioned in Lingzhi's mouth, Yang Zifan did not expect that Tianbao Zhenren would be there.

Tianbao's real face is ruddy, wearing a blue shirt, and still wearing the white-soled cloth shoes under his feet. He said to Haotian and Lingzhi, "You two go back first and organize your disciples to go back to the sect."

Yang Zifan's heart was cold. He knew that the Tianyuan faction had been seriously damaged recently and needed to do a lot of things to adjust. Next, he may have to look for the trace of Qinglin by himself.

People are dispersed.

Tianbao Zhenren looked at Yang Zifan for a long time and said slowly, "Qinglin's things." With that, he took out a jade broom from his sleeve.

A dead branch-like jade hairpin, Yang Zifan recognized, Qinglin's bloodthirsty hairpin, his heart ached, and he was almost breathless.

Tianbao Zhenren said, "She may have left."

Yang Zifan was a little angry. It doesn't matter when Tianbao Zhenren spoke like this. He firmly believes that Qinglin will not leave, and there is no reason to leave.

"Impossible, Qinglin can't leave."

Tianbao sighed: "Some things can't be done by others." After saying that, he took something out of his sleeve.

I saw that it was a feather, but there were seven different colors.

"You just don't know that Qinglin is the body of the five elements like you. She is the body of weak water. Therefore, the weak water formula does little harm to her. After falling off the cliff, I'm afraid she will be taken away by a passing master.

Yang Zifan was stunned. He didn't believe Tianbao Zhenren's words, but Tianbao Zhenren didn't look like he was lying. Some were suspicious and held his feathers in his hand. The seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple exuded beautiful colors under the sun, like a rainbow after the rain in the sky, bright and Mysterious.

"Who took her away?" Yang Zifan asked.

Tianbao said, "I have never seen such feathers. I'm afraid they fell from some rare spirit beasts. I'm afraid that only the legendary spiritual rhinoceros can drive rare spiritual beasts in the immortal world."

Yang Zifan wanted to see something he suspected in Tianbao's real person's eyes, but he didn't find it at all. In this case, it could only be true, so he bowed his head and held the colorful feathers tightly in his hand.

At this time, Yang Zifan felt that his gown had been hit by something. He looked sideways and saw that the colorful light group brought out by the Magic Star Jun from the valley of Tianyuan School appeared at his feet and pulled his trousers. Yang Zifan bent down and picked it up, only feeling that the colorful light group was similar to himself.

"Let's go! Go back to the Tianyuan faction first.

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A day later, Bai Zhufeng listened to Yuxuan, and it was raining outside the house, and there was an endless stream of clicks. Yang Zifan sat in the room, with two cups of clear tea on the table. The faint fragrance of tea echoed in the room, but it failed to ease the atmosphere in the room. He brought the teacup to his mouth but put it back. Looking up, Liang Yichen sat opposite, dressed in white, and the sleeve of his left hand was empty. He was blown by the breeze in the rain and floated like a broken kite.

"You shouldn't come to protect me." Yang Zifan looked at his broken arm apologetically.

Liang Yichen smiled and changed the topic: "Aren't you going to see some real people?"

"No, I'll go down the mountain tomorrow." Yang Zifan answered, but there was a secret in his heart that had never been said.

"Drink tea and go to the mountain." Liang Yichen saw that Yang Zifan had something in his heart, but he would not ask what Yang Zifan did not say.

Yang Zifan put down the raised teacup again, quickly took out the blood-stained jade pendant from his arms and put it on the table. Yang Zifan said, "You already knew it."

Liang Yichen saw it, smiled faintly, and took out another identical jade pendant from his arms: "So I should take care of you."

"But Li Chengcheng..."

Liang Yichen looked back at the house. There was a bamboo basket made of white bamboo unique to White Bamboo Peak, in which a little white fox was sleeping.

"Maybe it will be better." Liang Yichen turned around and said, "Take care of yourself when you go down the mountain. The world of immortal cultivation is much more complicated than the Tianyuan School."

Yang Zifan stitched together two jade pendants on the table, which happened to look like Bai Zhufeng. He pushed the jade pendant to Liang Yichen: "You should also take care of yourself."

After saying that, stand up.

Liang Yichen saw him walk out of the door. Yang Zifan stopped by the porch and said, "I will come back when I find her."

The sound of rain outside the house was pattering, and Yang Zifan disappeared in the rain.

Liang Yichen held the little white fox in his arms and said softly, "He is gone. Maybe he won't come back." The little fox yawned and walked into his sleep.

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Yuzhufeng, Yuzhutang.

Qinghui Zhenren looked at the empty room of the bright moon and said the pain without saying anything. She has learned about Mingyue and the Magic Star King. Yang Zifan also wanted to explain it to Qingwei, but he was very clear about Mingyue's temper and was afraid that he would not return to Yuzhufeng in his life.

"Squeak." At this time, the door opened.

"Mother." Mingyue's voice appeared in the room. Qinghui was puzzled and thought he had heard it wrong. He shook his head and turned away.

But at the door, the bright moon stood there. Qinghui Zhenren was stunned. He didn't expect that Mingyue would take the initiative to come back this time.

"Mother." Mingyue lowered her head: "I know I'm wrong."

Qinghui real people burst into tears, hugging each other better than all words. No matter what, it can always melt in front of the warmth of family affection.

The bright moon quietly glanced outside the Yuzhu Hall, and a gray figure disappeared in the courtyard.

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The second day, at dawn.

Yang Zifan stood at the highest peak of Cuiyunping, and finally took a look at this familiar place.

Far away, on Biyunfeng, Tianbao said respectfully to the old Taoist priest beside him, "Uncle Tianyi, I should send him off."

Tianyi Laodao completely changed his appearance today. His face was ruddy, like a baby's skin, but there was still a mess of hair on his head. He smiled and said, "What's the difference between sending or not?"

"Tianbao doesn't understand."

"For more than two years, Tianbao, haven't you found that Yang Zifan doesn't have any regularity of Tianyuan disciples?"

Looking at the gradually lit up Tianbao Tianbao, you can see it.

Tianyi Laodao had a warm smile on his face: "It's really hard to find such a person, but I'm curious about where he comes from and where he will go. Do you know? Tianbao.

Tianbao shook his head.

Tianyi Laodao laughed and pointed to the sky and then pointed to the ground. Then he floated away and sang loudly: "I don't know what to say. It's just a matter of affairs. Immortals are immortals, and people are people. I don't know what I want to return to. I'm free with the wind."

In 1123, the 89th generation head of the Tianyuan faction, Qingwei Zhenren, successfully crossed the disaster and came back to Xianmen. Cuiyunping's palm vein Tianbao Zhenren succeeded Qingwei Zhenren as the 90th generation of Tianyuanpai, with four veins returning to one.

Except for a few real people and several disciples, I'm afraid no one remembers Yang Zifan of the Tianyuan School.

The end of the second volume of Fairyland.

A year later, in Yinming Mountain, a strange man with a rag ring, a gray gown and a colorful group of light stood on his shoulder. The new story will begin from here.