"Thank you?"

Zhou Fan's face was dark, and he realized that he seemed to have helped someone a lot.

Xu Tong continued, "The gift from my real person is thirty-six Danyang spiritual roots and twenty-four boxes of white Tao gold. Team Six can help manage the girl in the cave, Team Six is ​​good at transforming the palace's puppet hero... Finally, my real person's experience of alchemy."

Seeing that Zhou Fan looked cold, Xu Tong smiled faintly.

"Senior Brother Zhou Fan, please don't rush to refuse first. The real person said that he is looking forward to meeting you again!"

After saying these words, Xu Tong quietly left alone.

"You guys say, could it be him?" Zhou Fan said lightly.

Lou Yehua knew who Zhou Fan was referring to, shook his head and said, "Senior Brother, I definitely can't be this person."

"That's right!" Zhou Fan nodded.

Just by the first meeting, Zhou Fan already knew Lu Zhesheng's character very well.

What I said just now was just an angry sentence in despair, and I couldn't take it seriously.

"Senior Brother, why are you so... low-key?" Zhen Depang said inexplicably.

In Zhen Depang's view, with Zhou Fan's current strength, he can fully withstand the so-called "praise and kill".

"trouble!"

After saying that, Zhou Fan turned around and returned to the cave.

After Lu Zhesheng sent someone to visit Zhou Fan, Zhou Fan's fame immediately rose a lot, and he completely firmly took up his responsibility as the "first traffic" in Dongshengzhou.

It also attracted many forces to send people to send a "congratulation gift", and even princesses from overlord countries like Daxia sent people to send rare treasures.

The ninth princess Si Qinshu is rumored to be loved by King Xia today, and often lamented why she is not a man.

With the favor of King Xia, the ninth princess Si Qinshu was granted the title of Yangdi, which is the city in Daxia second only to the capital of Daxia.

But even so, Zhou Fan ignored them one by one and returned them all.

I only devote myself to farming and practicing in Yujing Mountain, and watch the clouds rising and surging in Dongsheng in my spare time.

...

After Zhengyang Gate was destroyed by Feiyun Thief, many Dongshengzhou thieves made high profile and frequently went out.

For a moment.

Everyone in danger of all major forces, fearing that the next Zhengyang Sect will be itself, and it will become a stepping stone for others.

However, Daxia and Da Shang still started to fight, and the hatred that continued from their ancestors could not be easily erased by time.

The confrontation between two giants was the first to be unlucky about the small country around.

Either they were destroyed or forced into war.

The second is the practice sect. Some major forces are fine and can maintain some autonomy. Those small forces are often requisitioned by the entire sect and used as cannon fodder.

The only thing that can maintain a tranquility is around the major holy places of practice. After the Daxia and Dashang started to work, several other overlord countries also started to move, either forming alliances or hostile, and conspiracies emerged one after another.

At this moment, tranquility no longer belongs to Dongshengzhou.

...

Zhou Fan watched quietly on Yujing Mountain for fifty years.

Fifty years are enough to make Zhou Fan fade out of everyone's sight.

And in these fifty years, Zhou Fan has undoubtedly lived a very fulfilling time.

He watched his niece grow up step by step, get married and have children.

Watch the Zhou family's incense gradually flourish.

I also watched the two elders grow old with their own eyes until... they passed away.

It was a very ordinary day. Zhou Fan came out of seclusion after practicing cultivation and stayed with the two elders as usual.

"Xiaoxuan, why are you here?"

"Mom, I am Xiaofan." Zhou Fan said calmly.

The two elders have now lived to the limit of mortals, and their consciousness is becoming increasingly unclear. They often recognize the wrong people and hear the wrong words.

"Xiaoping?"

"Old woman, it's Xiaofan!" Fortunately, the old man's situation is better today, and he finally heard it clearly.

"Oh, it's Xiaofan."

"Well, it's me, mom." Zhou Fan squatted beside Zhou.

"Xiaofan, you are traveling far away for the first time. You must follow you uncle Zhuzi immediately, don't get lost." Zhou took Zhou Fan's hand and said.

"Well, mom, I understand. Xiaofan must follow Uncle Zhuzi closely." Zhou Fan sniffed and smiled.

"I finally came back once, why are you leaving so soon?"

"Mom, Xiaofan doesn't leave anywhere, just stay by my side, don't go anywhere, don't go anywhere..." Zhou Fan gently patted his mother's hands.

"Old man, Xiaofan is here, why don't you talk?" Zhou complained.

“…”

"...Why is this dead old man still asleep!" Zhou muttered.

"...Mom...Dad...He's gone..." Zhou Fan stared at his father in a daze. He had no trace of life anymore, his face was very smooth, and perhaps he was still listening to the conversation between the two of them.

"Go..." Zhou's expression suddenly became brighter, and his somewhat turbid gaze suddenly became brighter.

He grabbed Zhou Fan's hand and his face suddenly became rosy.

"Xiaofan, I miss our home."

Zhou Fan understood immediately, and he nodded quickly.

"Son knows, son knows, son will take you home now!"

"Okay, okay, okay, old man, we're going home..." The voice gradually lowered.

In just a few dozen breaths, the two elders passed away in front of Zhou Fan one after another.

"Dad, mom, don't worry, son... he will definitely take you home."

After saying that, Zhou Fan was already crying.

Who could have expected that today would be the day when the two elders died, and he hadn't even said a word to his father.

Only those who know sadness in this are sadness.

...

Zhou Fan handled the funeral of the two elders very easily, and there were not many outsiders. Apart from his family, he was in-laws and had a few junior brothers with Zhou Fan.

"Senior Brother, I feel sorry for you!" Tu Mengmei patted Zhou Fan on the shoulder.

Zhou Fan nodded in grief and was silent.

"Uncle!"

Xiaoxuan, who is already in her sixties and even has a grandson, comes over.

With white hair, she stood beside Zhou Fan and called "Uncle" to her mouth, which was somewhat inconsistent.

"Um."

"You are old, so you'd better sit in there." No matter how old she is, in Zhou Fan's eyes, he has always been his little niece.

"Uncle, don't you have great powers? Why..." The words choked.

"Oh... the magical power is invincible to the number of days." Zhou Fan sighed softly.

As for the truth, Zhou Fan hopes that they will never know.

"Okay, you go in first." Zhou Fan waved.

Watching her elderly niece return to the inside with the help of her children.

Zhou Fan raised his head and murmured, "Days!"

"Uncle Master, what is the number of days?" Zhou Fan said in a deep voice in front of the void.

A ripples appeared, and Yu Jingcheng appeared.

"The heaven and earth are not kind, and treat all things as straw dogs. There is no such thing as a number of days. The way of heaven is selfless and selfless. Everything follows its nature, just like following the wind in the night, moistening things silently, which is the most natural thing."

"With your understanding, you shouldn't have asked this." Yu Jingcheng frowned slightly and said.
Chapter completed!