cried...

Ning Fan touched the corners of his eyes and felt stunned.

It seemed like he hadn't cried in years.

He seemed to really miss his mother, but he felt guilty inside...

Through the assistance of Shenxu Pavilion, he sent a lot of elixirs to Yujie, which should help my mother recover.

But who is my mother...

What is Shenxu Pavilion...

Why do I cry, why do I feel sour...

Perhaps there was some causal connection with Shi that attracted Ning Fan.

Or perhaps it was the tenderness between mother and son that attracted Ning Fan.

In short, Ning Fan did not leave Lailong Town in the following days. He walked and stayed in the town every day.

He doesn't know why he lives, why he dies, and why he exists.

He wants to integrate into the world and find himself, but the world rejects him and no one can see him.

One year has passed.

Two years have passed.

Seven years have passed in the blink of an eye

Shi, who was eight years old at the time, is now a fifteen-year-old handsome boy and a well-known figure in Lailong Town.

The people around me are changing with the years.

Only Ning Fan has not been changed by the years. His bone age and time are fixed at the moment he came into this world. When he leaves, it will still be at that moment. It will not deviate for too long and will only be a dream.

.

"I don't seem to be affected by the years in this world. Why..." Ning Fan felt confused.

It has been seven years since he came to this world, but he still can't remember many things.

Still don't know who I am.

He cannot interfere with this world.

The world cannot interfere with him.

on the other hand.

Shi, who was fifteen years old, thought he had accomplished his studies and wanted to go out and find a way to become an official.

In Zhenlei's country, there is no imperial examination system. If you want to become an official, you can only be recommended by others, and you can only be a guest of high-ranking officials.

Lailong Town is too small. If he stays here, Shi will not be able to show off his talents and earn a lot of money so that his mother can live a good life.

He has to get out of here.

"Even if I can't become an immortal, I will definitely become the best among mortals so that my mother can live a good life!"

The moment he left Lailong Town, Shi secretly made a vow.

Unexpectedly, it would be thirty-one years since I left.

This year, Shi was forty-six years old.

This year, Shi had married a wife and had a son, but his wife had forgotten her due to illness, and his beloved son also died young.

He was alone for thirty-one years and never came back to Longzhen once.

It’s not that I don’t want to go back, it’s not that I don’t miss my mother, it’s just that I don’t have the nerve to go back.

When he was young, he thought that the whole world was within his reach, and that as long as he possessed the talents and knowledge of the world, he could become a master.

But this world is so difficult.

He was young and energetic, but because he accidentally offended some nobles, he was unable to get ahead or be an official for thirty-one years.

The more depressed he becomes, the less he dares to go home and face his mother.

He didn't know how disappointed his mother would be if he returned home in such a depressed state.

He missed home and his heart ached, but there was nothing he could do.

He misses Niang Bao’s dumplings, misses Niang Lao’s pancakes, misses Niang Zuo Sheng You Sheng, who secretly added a local egg to his pancakes.

I really want to, I really want to...

But, I can’t go back…

He stayed in a small village far away from home to teach.

He is full of talents but has no way to display them, and he is full of longings that have no place to express.

He has to live in numbness, and he has to live in a miserable state.

Until one day, a fellow villager from Lailong Town found him after a lot of hard work.

I found him in this remote village.

The fellow countryman brought him bad news.

His mother, who could not be defeated by wind, frost or sword, fell ill.

He is over forty years old, and his mother is over sixty years old.

At this age, once you fall ill, it may be...eternal...

At this moment, face is no longer important.

Shi wants to go home, just wants to go home.

He was so anxious that he put on his shoes backwards and hurriedly followed his fellow villagers out of this remote place.

He didn't notice that there was Ning Fan outside the room door, silently watching him for thirty-one years.

No, maybe he was vaguely aware of something.

Because the moment Shi left the door, he seemed to frown in the direction where Ning Fan was standing.

"Interesting, this person has never practiced Taoism, yet he is vaguely aware of my existence..."

"But what is cultivating the Tao..."

Ning Fan sighed and quietly followed Shi, wandering all the way back to Lailong Town.

Perhaps he was timid about being close to home. Outside his home, Shi hesitated and did not dare to walk in.

He did not dare to face his mother, and he did not dare to imagine how disappointed his mother would be if she knew that he had wasted his life.

He just hesitated and turned in circles, like a timid ant.

Just when he was suffering and struggling in his heart, an old, excited voice came out of the house unexpectedly.

"It's my son...is it my son who's back..."

Shi felt like his heart had been hammered hard.

The big man's eyes immediately turned red, but he gritted his teeth and refused to shed tears.

…

Ning Fan did not watch the scene where mother and son reunited.

He walked far enough away that he could no longer see the mother and son, so he looked up at the sky and remained silent.

Although he could not remember many things, he could still vaguely see that Shi's mother had a lifeless look on her face and there was no cure.

The most painful thing in life is to be reunited for a short time only to be separated forever. That person named Shi will probably be very shocked.

"Strange, the wind has picked up..."

Ning Fan suddenly noticed something and frowned.

The wind he said was not rising in the ordinary sense.

But the wind of providence.

It seems that some important turning point is about to happen...

On the horizon, there seemed to be a scarlet thunder flashing away...

"Yaksha Divine Thunder..." Ning Fan's eyes were confused, as if he recognized the scarlet thunder light, but he didn't seem to recognize it.

The next moment, everything is forgotten.

"Yaksha Divine Thunder, what is it..."

He didn't know what the flash of red lightning was.

He just vaguely felt that there was an unforgettable aura in that red thunder light, which made him nostalgic and intoxicated.

It seems to be the aura of Sword Ancestor...
To be continued...