017 Pursuit

"It turns out that the seed is in my heart." Yang Zifan went out and stood outside thinking about what he had said to him. If his heart is his own, he has to find it by himself. Where is it?

His heart was chaotic and he really couldn't figure it out. He looked up at the sky and hurried back to the yard.

At this time, Mingdao ran out of the view and said, "Yang Zifan, did you help me ask what the master means?"

Only then did Yang Zifan remember that he forgot to ask what he said yesterday and could only apologize: "Brother, I forgot."

"Ah!" Mingdao bowed his head and said dejectedly, "How can you forget it?"

Yang Zifan looked at him and said with a smile, "Don't worry, how many days have you been watching?"

Ming said, "It's been three days. I'm afraid that Master will come out to drive me away again."

Yang Zifan said, "Has the master come out for three days?"

Ming said, "Is this not the time?"

Yang Zifan said, "That's enough. He won't drive you away if you stay here."

Ming Dao nodded helplessly, "That's the only way."

Yang Zifan came outside the incense burner and glanced inside, took out the last red powder and sprinkled it, and fell into meditation. He must find the lotus seed and bring his Taoist heart back so that he can have the ability to fight against them. The master is still trapped in that cave, and Mo Ke is still in the hands of the Empress. Everything is not going well for me.

And he didn't finish the matter of the Queen Mother of the West. Now he has many enemies and is extremely powerful. He looked at the clouds in the sky and said to himself, "Yi Chen, Yi Chen, when will you come out?"

For three months, he has been thinking about lotus seeds, but there is no solution. So he stepped into the room again, and the blind old way was still the same as before.

Yang Zifan said, "I can't figure it out. I really can't figure it out."

The blind old man said, "There are many things you don't understand. It's good to be confused."

Yang Zifan said, "But I can't be confused. My master and friends are in other people's hands. I can't wait for something else."

The blind old man looked up, and his empty eyes seemed to see him asking, "Then why did you come to Lingtaiguan?"

Yang Zifan said, "Someone told me about you."

The blind old man said curiously, "My thing? What's wrong with me?"

Yang Zifan said, "Someone told me a story."

1,500 years ago, Emperor Lu Rantian, the strongest man in the fairyland, did something. He jumped into the land of eternal disaster. A year later, he returned to the fairyland and lived on a mountain.

The blind old man asked, "What does this have to do with you?"

Yang Zifan said, "Only he can solve my problem, because he put the Death Book in the Sutra Pavilion."

The blind old man was silent for a while and said, "Three emperors have entered the land of eternal disaster, and no one can come back."

Yang Zifan looked at him and said, "But you're back."

"Wrong." The blind old man denied, "Lu Ran didn't come back, and no one came back."

Yang Zifan looked at him and laughed, "I thought you were a hero, but I didn't expect that I didn't want to admit my affairs. It's a pity."

The blind old man sneered and said, "Hero? What's the use of a hero? It's better to be a blind Taoist priest.

Yang Zifan also sneered, "What's the use of coming back? Just to set up a bureau. I know that all my secrets are in that place.

The blind old man suddenly laughed and said, "Joke, you are a mortal secret there. It's a joke, a big joke."

Yang Zifan asked, "It's not there, where is it?"

The blind old man said coldly, "Kid, I just made the obligation to publish a book in this matter, and you are just the one you chose immediately. You can only blame Long Xiaofeng for stealing things that shouldn't belong to you."

Yang Zifan heard something strange. He came to the Taoist temple for such a long time for this matter. At this time, his heart jumped and asked, "Who on earth gave you the book of mortal heaven?"

The blind old man shook his head and said, "I'm blind. Do I know who it is?"

Yang Zifan said, "Although you are blind, you are not blind. If you don't have eyes, you can also see things outside. My lotus pool was destroyed by you that day. What's the secret is the Lotus Pool of the Emperor of Heaven?"

The blind old man shook his head again and said, "You are wrong. It's a big mistake. It's you who destroyed a pool of lotus flowers. There is a fixed number of things in heaven and earth. It's really a dream to stop one side with your strength."

Yang Zifan said angrily, "I don't believe it. You talk nonsense."

The blind old man said, "If you don't believe it, fate comes from the heart. You and I are just a bunch in the sea of suffering. Why do we have to guess?"

Yang Zifan said coldly, "The former emperor of heaven, the only emperor who came out of eternal disaster, I can't imagine that you are a coward for so many days here. Do you know what I practice in your courtyard?"

The blind old man did not refute and said, "You are refining a sword, a sharp sword."

Yang Zifan smiled and said, "It's good to know. Do you know why I practice swords?"

The blind old man said lightly, "Kill the immortals."

Yang Zifan laughed and said, "It's good if you know. Are you afraid that I will kill you with one sword?"

The blind old man said, "You can't kill me. There is only one thing in the sky that can kill me."

Yang Zifan sneered and said, "Then you just wait. It only takes seven days. After seven days, you will be able to kill immortals. At that time, you will be the first one to kill."

The blind old man said together, "We were born from the same root, so why is it too urgent to fry each other?"

Yang Zifan shook his hand and said, "I am the source, and you are the last source. Different Taoism does not conspire. How can we have the same root?" After saying that, he opened the door and went out.

As soon as I went out, I saw Ming Dao standing at the door and looking at Yang Zifan with a pale face. Suddenly, he took out Fengliu and Huomei from his body and said, "Yang Zifan turned out that you came to kill my master. You can't walk out of this door today."

Yang Zifan looked at him and asked, "Are you confident that you can fight me?"

Mingdao stepped back two steps. His low cultivation naturally could not defeat him, but he still said resolutely, "I can't beat you, but you can't easily enter this door."

Yang Zifan didn't want to talk to him and walked out of the door.

Ming Dao scolded, "I won't let you in."

The master's voice came from the room.

"Mingly, you come in."

Mingdao hurried into the room. Yang Zifan stood in the courtyard and took a long breath and closed his eyes. A thin layer of smoke floated on the incense burner at his feet. Seven days later, he opened his eyes and split it with one palm. The incense burner broke, and a sword handle was exposed in the ground. Yang Zifan grabbed it and shouted, "Get up."

With a sound, a half-arm-long red short sword was pulled out. The heat on it was still burning and the cyan flame was burning. Yang Zifan blew a breath on it, and the cyan flame went out. He looked at the sky and waved it. He only wooed. He nodded with satisfaction. I came to the blind old door.

Mingdao stood outside the door, and Yang Zifan said to him, "Go quickly. This matter has nothing to do with you."

Ming Dao took a look at the room, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes but still obediently went out of the yard. Yang Zifan kicked the door and walked in and entered the room with a sword. The blind old man sat quietly in the house and did not escape for seven days.

"Why don't you leave?" Yang Zifan looked at him and asked.

The blind old man said, "The person who killed me came back, but it's not you."

Yang Zifan raised the sword in his hand and said to him, "Don't you know what my sword is?"

The blind old man said, "Blood essence stone, the king of blood spirits, the thing of Yunxian, can send the spirit of blood spirits, and the immortal touch is dead."

Yang Zifan said, "You know what it is, aren't you afraid?"

The blind old man suddenly smiled and said, "What am I afraid of?" I have been mortal for a long time. Your sword is used to kill immortals and is useless to me.

Yang Zifan was shocked and waved his sword and said, "Then let you try my taste of killing immortals." The red airflow spewed out from the sword and passed through the blind old man's body without any reaction.

He laughed and said, "Do you know?"

Yang Zifan stared at the blind old Tao and was shocked. He had never explored his cultivation for almost a year. Today, it seems that he found that his body was as empty as wild as the spirit as the wild.

"You are a mortal. It's impossible. How can the magnificent Emperor Lu Rantian be a mortal?"

The blind old man asked, "Why not?"

Yang Zifan said, "But that's not what he said."

The blind old man said, "Do you know him well?"

Yang Zifan said, "He saved me and taught me things. How can he lie to me?"

The blind old man laughed and said, "It's just that we fell into another game. Look, they're coming."

The sound of Mingdao came from outside the door.

"Who are you?"

Yang Zifan was shocked and wanted to rush out. He didn't know what means he used to pull him and stuffed him into a paper ball. He rushed out. He saw a large number of immortals surging in the courtyard, all covered their faces. Mingdao had died in the courtyard. He rushed into the crowd angrily and waved his sword and killed the immortals. The spirit of blood rose into the sky, and the immortals in the courtyard fell under the attack of the spirit of blood, but there seemed to be many immortals outside the door who rushed in as if they were not afraid of death.

At this time, there was an explosion in the backyard. Yang Zifan turned around and rushed into the door of the blind Taoist priest. He saw a bright fairy sword in his chest, but with a faint smile on his face.

Yang Zifan angrily grabbed the chest of the blind old man in the room and asked, "Who sent you?" A strange color flashed in the man's eyes and suddenly collapsed on the ground. Yang Zifan pulled off his turban and found that the man was dead. He quickly rushed to the door. There was no trace of a fairy in the Taoist temple, and even the body on the ground was taken away.

In panic, he remembered the paper ball in his hand, opened it and saw this line written on it: "The seed is in his heart, and the root is at home."

He sighed and didn't expect that his arrival would harm the two masters, so he buried them in the back mountain and burned the spiritual platform.

That night, the fire of Lingtaiguan burned overnight, and Yang Zifan destroyed the note to hide the matter in his heart and moved it to the cloud.

"I ask you, is my lotus seed really with Lu Ran?"

The white clouds were ethereal, and the colorful demon god light felt Yang Zifan's murderousness lit up. Yi Chen's voice came from the cloud: "Didn't you find it?"

Yang Zifan said angrily, "Why did you send someone to kill them?"

Yi Chen sneered and said, "Are you sure it's my person?"

Yang Zifan said, "Isn't it? Lu Ran told me everything when he was dying. What on earth do you want to do?

Yi Chen said, "If you don't believe it, get out of here!"

Yang Zifan was a little hesitant, but his blind old words woke him up. Although Yi Chen spread his original method and saved him in the hands of the Emperor of Heaven, he had never seen Yi Chen.

So he raised the killing immortals and shouted at the demon god light.

The light mask shook without any damage, but Yang Zifan was shaken by the power of the rebound above and sprayed a mouthful of blood.

Yi Chen laughed and said, "Arrogant guy, if you can break him with your cultivation, wouldn't I have gone out a long time ago?"

Yang Zifan wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and said angrily, "What the hell is going on? Who the hell am I and why did you set up such a big situation?

Yi Chen said, "You have to ask yourself. If you want to know, go home and have a look!" Everything is in the nine-leaf green lotus in your body, as long as you can bring him back to life.

Yang Zifan put away his sword and said, "Is this really the case?"

Yi Chen said, "That's true."

Yang Zifan scolded, "But you know clearly, why didn't you tell me?"

Yi Chen asked, "Do I know?" I just guessed.

Yang Zifan said, "Guess? The emperor also guessed. It was a joke to guess that he could fight with the Western one in those years.

Yi Chen was surprised and said, "How can you be sure that I am the emperor?"

Yang Zifan did not say what he remembered in his mind. After so many things, he began to realize that he could not fully believe others' explanation: "Only the human emperor can unlock it and exchange my immortal body for my life. Only a powerful spell can be used by a human emperor."

Yi Chen did not hide it and said, "Yes, I am the emperor. My only purpose is to break the star disk on the star platform, which has nothing to do with your affairs."

Yang Zifan asked, "Then why did you save me?"

Yi Chen said, "Why can't I save you if you have a mortal heart?"

Yang Zifan said again, "Then when can you come out?"

Yi Chen said, "When you find the seed, you can save me."

Yang Zifan said, "Why do you think I will let you out?"

Yi Chen laughed and said, "You will, you will."

Yang Zifan ignored him, jumped off the cloud and flew straight to his home. What exactly is there at home? Since he was taken away by Long Xiaofeng, he has never thought about his family. He only remembers his mother, Qingfeng and the storyteller Huang Lisheng, and other things are very vague.

Several times moved him to Pingyiji outside Jinzhou. With his cultivation, he has been able to easily shuttle between the two worlds, but he is still a little excited when he comes to Pingyiji.

Although it didn't bring him much memories, at least it was his hometown. He stood on the cloud and recalled what he wanted to do when he was a child. Now he can do it and has exceeded a lot, but he found that he was not happy at all along the way. He sighed and looked at the nine-leaf green lotus heart in his body. The lotus withered without a trace. His spiritual power is all provided by the human armor on the lotus flower. If he doesn't have it, he will be a useless person.

When I left, there was no lotus heart. When I came back, the lotus heart was destroyed. This time it seemed to be a reincarnation, but what is there in this place? He fell down on the clouds and pretended to be an outsider and walked towards Pingyi.

The ground is muddy. Obviously, it has just rained. Pingyiji is very quiet as before. Walking into the array, the cyan stone brick road, and the small shops do not seem to have changed much from those years. He walked around the corner and recalled the hut by the river. Soon, he walked to the riverside across the river bank and looked far away. The master lived there. The place has been changed into a courtyard house, but the willows he planted were still there. He hesitated for a moment and walked over to see the willows he planted in those years.

Walking through the wooden bridge and coming to the courtyard, the door of the yard was closed. Yang Zifan walked to the willow tree, looked at the thick and tall willow tree, stroked the trunk and felt the roughness on it, and recalled it.

"Why plant trees?"

"You will grow one when you are one year old, and you will remember what happened when you grew up."

"No, I don't want to remember."

"No, right?"

"If you don't plant it, I won't plant it."

"Then you can find a fight."

......

These trees were all forced by his master to plant.

"What are you doing here?" The sound behind interrupted his memory. Yang Zifan looked sideways and saw a well-dressed middle-aged man standing behind him. He was a little familiar with his eyebrows, but he couldn't remember who it was.

The man looked at him, frowned, and a trace of doubt flashed on his face. Suddenly, he raised his hand and said, "Yang Zifan."

Yang Zifan was slightly stunned. He didn't expect anyone else to recognize him and asked, "Are you?"

"I, Liu Feng, the one who often fights with you." The middle-aged man laughed.

Yang Zifan remembered who he was and patted his head and smiled, "It turns out to be you. Doesn't your family live in the east of the city?"

Liu Feng's face showed a trace of pride and said, "Look, this yard is my home. Isn't it good? The old man lived here, but that night, the house was suddenly destroyed and you were gone. Where have you been?

Speaking of the past, Yang Zifan's heart darkened and said, "Mr. Wei said that he would take me out for a walk, but the house could not be taken away, so it was destroyed by fire."

Liu Feng suddenly realized, "The people in the collection thought it would be good if you had an accident. How are you doing outside?"

Yang Zifan smiled and said, "I went to some places and saw some things. How can you live a happy life?"

Liu Feng looked at Yang Zifan's shabby clothes and said, "That's natural. It's better to go out at home. How about going to my house?"

Yang Zifan said, "No, I still have some things to do."

Liu Feng smiled and said, "Well, you go!" Come to my house if you have time.

Yang Zifan said, "Okay." Liu Feng went to the room, and he suddenly thought of something and said, "Liu Feng, is Huang Lisheng still concentrating?"

Liu Feng said, "In the original place, you really can't change it. There are no immortals in the world. You should believe it after you go out."

Yang Zifan nodded to express his gratitude. He saw Liu Feng walk into the room and sighed with envy, "It's good to have a home."

He turned around and walked to the Baoxiang Pavilion in his memory. Where did Huang Lu Sheng know so many fairy stories when he was a child? He was very curious. I'm afraid he could only start from here if he wanted to investigate.