Immortal Road of the Dharma Idol Chapter 203: Wu Ji affectionate, bone flute flying clouds

, Pei Lei Xin hangs back the death of Wan'er. The pure golden Wei Ze is set against her inferiority, showing a different style, not just beautiful, just at the moment Yu Pei hangs back. The ripples of it appeared in the center of it, and immediately spread.

The Zhang Fan next to it can be seen clearly. These ripples are not what Yu Pei is spreading, but are filled with the strange atmosphere of the whole room, which is instantly repelled by Yu Pei, and this is the case.

The highly targeted jade pendant, the picture scroll suggesting something, and the teleportation array. All this seems to be telling what secrets are hidden in the Qing Jun man named Uncle Wuji.

"It's a pity."

Zhang Fan sighed and shook his head helplessly. He couldn't go to the other end of the teleportation array to find out what he wanted, and no matter how he thought about it, it was finally false. So he didn't dig any further, and turned back to look in the room and the secret room, then frowned, and suddenly asked, "Waner, do you live here usually?"

It's okay when the room is over, after all, the boulders are blocking. Not ordinary people can get in and out, and the run-down is normal. But thick dust also accumulated in the back room, which is not reasonable.

"No."

Wan'er shook his head and said: "Wan'er usually lives in the village. This is where my father used to live."

"He just came out from here!"

"Really!"

Speaking that she also emphasized the painting, adding her eyes, then looked at Zhang Fan nervously, as if afraid that he would not believe it.

Zhang Fan smiled dumbly and nodded to appease her.

If you change the ordinary people who live here, there is no such thing as dharma idol letter. But after seeing the teleportation array with Zhang Fan, there was nothing to understand.

Uncle Wuji apparently arrived here through this teleportation array. Like him, he is an outsider. Both the picture scroll and the jade pendant illustrate this point.

It's strange. Looking at the picture, this person is clearly a cultivation person. How could he settle down here after arriving here. It seems strange to have a wife and have children, leaving Waner as her daughter.

Waiting for him to continue to inquire, Wan'er has spoken out of her father's calendar, and the words are full of pride.

It’s also a coincidence that Waner’s mother took berries and other things on the open space outside the castle. It happened that Uncle Wu walked out of the castle, and had not had time to do anything. "Punch" can't afford to go to the ground, and he passed out in a coma.

Wan's mother is also a kind-hearted person. He brought Uncle Wuji back to his home and took care of it. After that, everything was logical.

According to Wan'er, her father's health did not seem to be very good, he had hemoptysis all year round, and died a few years ago.

After listening to Zhang Fan, he groaned a little and roughly understood the whole story.

Uncle Wuji didn’t know where to send it from here. When he arrived here, he was seriously injured and died soon. It’s no wonder he didn’t leave, nor blame the man’s face above the scroll, full of twilight. The look is as if it is near dusk.

A cultivator, who should not be weak, was trapped in this small place because of serious injuries, surrounded by ordinary people who knew nothing. Step by step, unable to ease towards death, the desolate bitterness in the middle is to understand one or two without personal experience.

After Waner finished speaking, it seemed a little sad. There was a moment of silence.

Slightly, Zhang Fan broke the silence and asked, "Waner, did your father have anything left?"

At this time, he has no background in his uncle. And the sources of these strange breaths are more and more interesting, and the premonition in the world tells him that these are very important!

Unfortunately, except for the teleportation arrays that are not yet available, there are no other clues worth paying attention to, so I had to hit the idea on Uncle Wuji's relics.

"Yes."

Wan'er nodded vigorously, and then said sadly: "It was put in the house, Waner was afraid to go back."

Zhang Fan nodded in understanding, a bunch of monsters just waiting, no one dared to go back. In the loneliness and despair, Waner hides in the castle, and I hope that some people can come out like his father and rescue her!

The last line of hope in this desperation. It will leave an eternal mark in the heart of the person. If the hope is placed on the religion, it will often be converted into piety and placed on the person. That is an inexplicable trust and attachment.

No wonder the childbirth is too kind to him. It seems that it is not a stranger who meets for the first time, but it seems to be half of the relatives worth relying on.

"Let’s go, I’m not afraid of anything.

Zhang Fan smiled and took Waner's little hand. He turned and walked out of the chamber, halfway through, and suddenly stopped. He glanced at the teleportation array in the room. His heart moved, a shot of cosmos bag, a disc and a number of flags appeared in his hand.

This is a simple set. Zhang Fan himself has forgotten when the loot was, and it is not very useful to him, but at this time, it can play some role.

Under Waner’s curious gaze, he gently touched his hand

The market and flag streamer flew out of the year and instantly inserted into the guest room? in. Immediately rolled away generously. It spread all over the room, and then seemed to melt onto the four walls and disappeared.

After doing this, Zhang Fan took out a piece of jade material from his arms, and his fingers picked up the power of Da Nichi, and slowly stroked on it.

In an instant, the whole piece of jade material became a red-red color like a soldering iron. With fingers passing, jade scraps flew, and a few pieces, a pristine jade pendant was formed.

This is actually the simplest item refining process. Through such actions, Zhang Fan engraves the restriction that can enter and exit the previous formation technique on the jade. As long as the person wearing the jade wear enters, formation technique will not start, otherwise it will come Keep out.

"Wan'er, you wear this jade. If you encounter any danger in the future, remember to avoid it here, you know?"

Handing Yu and Pei to Wan'er, Zhang Fan told him.

"Uh!" Waner nodded vigorously. He was very happy to take the jade and put it on his body, then covered his chest with his hands, as if confirming its existence.

Looking at the happy smile on her face, Zhang Fan smiled slightly and stopped, wearing her and leaving the castle and returning to the previously dead village.

Under Wan'er's leadership, the two came to a common small courtyard.

Here, Zhang Fan looked around. The difference between the normal courtyard and the not at all seen earlier in the village is too dilapidated, but a little cleaner, it seems that Waner has lived here for a while.

It is not the run-down courtyard that really attracted his attention, but the two towering tombs in the small courtyard.

On top of the two tombs, there are two tombstones, one wood and one stone, one rough and one exquisite. Apparently it is Waner’s parents who are buried.

Uncle Wuji didn’t know the psychology of going, and buried his wife’s grave in the courtyard. The little girl Wan'an was ignorant, and she learned something after her father died. >

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"Brother, you are waiting for me here, Waner goes in to get it."

Different from Zhang Fan's left and right, Waner saw a smile on the face of this run-down courtyard. The feeling of home emerged clearly and said with a smile.

Immediately after Zhang Fan nodded, she jumped through the cracked wooden door and entered the room, rummaging around.

Zhang Fan set aside spiritual sense to pay attention to the situation in the house, and then focused his attention on the two tombstones.

The wooden tombstone is very rough. At first glance, it looks like it was just a chopped down piece of dead wood with an axe. It is written with curvy and tender handwriting. Seven people: "The Tomb of Uncle Father"

This catty, the tombstone and the small dimples under it are obviously Waner's handiwork.

Another grave beside the place where Waner’s mother lives is very different.

Although it was buried in the courtyard, it was covered with bluestone bricks above the tomb and curved into a dome shape. If it was not small, it would not be a mortal power.

The tombstone is made of blue stone three feet long and two feet wide. The edges and corners are polished to be very rounded. Even the long-time old stonemason will never go to skill.

On the front of the tombstone, the silver hooks and iron paintings engrave six people in the "Tomb of the Beloved Wife Cloud Water". On the handwriting, there is a sense of coexistence of sharpness and depression, clearly revealed through a few pens.

Especially above the word "cloud water", Zhang Fan clearly sees that the surroundings of these two words are significantly smoother than other places. It seemed to be a paste, and even the writing was a little bland. Obviously someone has been using touching back and forth for many years.

There is no distressing words such as love and grief, but hard bluestone can be worn away by thoughts, but it is more shocking than any words.

When Zhang Fan sees this, he has some doubts about the previous views. Uncle Wuji does not seem to be reunited with Wan'er’s mother when he recovers his hopeless life soon. Affectionate look.

"Found!"

A few moments, a girl’s cheer came out of the room~IndoMTL.com~ Soon a slender figure ran out and came to Zhang Fan with a little breath. Above the tender white hands, a crystal-like bone flute was held tightly.

"Huh?"

Zhang Fan sunlight condenses, took the bone flute from Waner's hand, and looked carefully

When he saw it on the first day, he appeared. This is no ordinary musical instrument.

On the bone flute, obvious spirit qi fluctuations. How could he hide his item refining Grandmaster eyes without even taking over, he was sure that this is at least a spirit item above middle rank.

In the end it was still in his hands, but it was because of its material that aroused Zhang Dan’s interest. This kind of material was not the first time he saw it.

While holding the bone flute in his hand, a piece of high rank magical item that has not been used for many years also flew out of cosmos bag with his movements, and fell into the hand and compared with bone flute.

Few things, Zhang Fan's complexion solemnly solemnly.

Defense, two minutes in one chapter (to be continued)