Chapter 835

Yanzhou is incomparably vast, tens of thousands of miles around, larger than the earth. On the earth, there are many volcanoes everywhere. The land is red and warm, and the seasons are like spring, so it is named Yanzhou.

Here, from time to time, you can see friars passing by riding on spirit birds or driving magic weapons. There is also a hundred Zhang flying boat of high officials and ladies, flying in a mighty way. These people came from the upper class of Yanzhou, either the major Xiuxian families or the sectarian chamber of Commerce.

The red flame City, the prefecture of Yanzhou, covers an area of 100 Li and has a population of millions. It is like a high peak standing among the mountains. Even at night, the lights shine through the sky. It is known as the city that never sleeps.

Chen Fan did not stop in the red flame city. He carried the wind spirit bird through the red flame city and went all the way north.

"Hoo Hoo."

The colder it was in the north, the less monks there were, and a large number of mortals began to appear. These mortals are black, dressed in simple clothes, and work hard in the frozen soil, which is very obvious compared with the friars in the red flame city.

Finally, an ancient stone city appeared in Chen Fan's eyes.

Here comes Guhua city.

"Come down, let's walk into the city."

Chen Fan ordered.

Ding Lao will wind spirit bird down, and then two people into master servant, step by step to the ancient city. Here, chen fan seems to have come to ancient China. People wear ancient clothes and speak words similar to Chinese. The stone tablet shop is engraved with Chinese characters. Ordinary people, pawns, street vendors, come and go. It's like in a TV play.

Chen fan is kind-hearted.

He seems to have returned to the earth and China.

What makes Chen Fan frown is that he sees too few friars. Only once in a while did one of the hundreds rush by. Besides, it's only for building foundation, which is rare to pass through metaphysics. Most people, at most, are strong and healthy. They have practiced some boxing. This is totally different from what you can see in Zhuyan city and ChiYan city. Although there are few people who cultivate immortals there, they can often be seen.

"Lord, it is said that the Chinese people have committed a felony and have been banned by the king of Beihan. They can't cultivate immortals in the world. And exiled to the north coast, living in a bitter and cold place forever Old Ding whispered.

"In front of me, there are millions of people living in this ancient Chinese city. There are more Chinese people scattered outside the city. There are more than ten million Chinese people in the whole northern cold region. Curse the blood of thousands of people, and continue for thousands of years, just like the northern Han king, have such accomplishments? "

Chen Fan didn't believe it.

He can't do it with his ability now, not to mention the northern Han king? Chen Fan feels that he can only plant the great curse of blood for a thousand years when he is at least in his infancy.

But along the way, he asked a lot of pedestrians. That's what everyone says. He bought some history books from the roadside stall, but now the origin of the Chinese people is vague, and there is no news about Qi Tianjun, the earth and Tianlu, as if it had been erased.

"Thousands of years ago, something big must have happened."

Chen Fan's eyes are deep.

Finally, chen fan bought a yard and moved in with Mr. Ding to settle in Guhua city.

In the twinkling of an eye, two months passed.

In the past two months, chen fan, like an ordinary person, rose with the rising sun and died with the setting sun. Never used a magic power, like a mortal. All the neighbors around know that a new couple of masters and servants, one old and one young, whose master's name is Chen fan, are very kind.

"Xiaofan, you got up early again and went to taishige to study."

"Xiaofan, Aunt Liu has many kinds of radishes. Don't forget to let Xiaoman take two home."

"Xiaofan, the journey to the west you talked about last time is very good. My boy still wants to hear it. I'll continue to bring him to you tomorrow."

The neighbors greet Chen Fan with a smile, and Chen Fan responds with a smile.

He was dressed in a Confucian costume, a square scarf, and a jade crown on his head, just like a handsome young man. Ding Lao's blue robe, driving ahead. They drove to taishige.

Taishige is the place where Chinese people collect historical books, and it is also the highest academic institution of Chinese people.

Chen fan has been studying here for the past two months. Listen and read the historical materials in the library. Unfortunately, these historical materials are the same as those on the outside, and there is no record of the earth friars thousands of years ago.

"Chen fan, come to read again?"

With a white head and a soft smile, the official came.

"My Lord, I feel that there seems to be a lot of incomplete historical materials of our family. There is nothing about the origin of our ancestors, the lack of talent for cultivating immortals, the loss of tradition and so on."

Chen Fan got up and said respectfully.

Taishiguan heard the speech, immediately silent. It took him a long time to speak slowly:

"I knew what you wanted to ask as soon as you entered taishige. In fact, for thousands of years, countless young people have tried to find the answers to those questions in history books. Unfortunately, I can't get back to you. If you really want to know, go to the ancestral temple. There is a record of the oldest and most primitive heritage of the Chinese people. There should be the answers you want. "

Chen Fan bowed his thanks.

When he looked back, he saw that the official was putting the bamboo slips back on the bookshelf one by one. Although the old Tai Shi had no accomplishments and was inferior to a foundation building monk in terms of strength, chen fan was respectful.It is with such people that the Chinese people can survive in this foreign land and pass on the experience and lessons of their ancestors.

"Taishige has nothing to gain. Next, only the ancestral temple is left."

Chen Fan looks up.

In the center of Guhua City, a towering ancient palace is standing there. From time to time, we can see the light escaping from all directions and falling into it.

Ancestral temple.

The highest holy land of the Chinese people. Almost all the Chinese monks come from ancestral temples, which is also the highest authority of the whole Chinese people.

In the evening.

When Chen Fan returned to his courtyard, he saw the door open and a pretty girl in purple poked out her head: "brother, grandfather Ding, you are back."

"Brother, do you want to taste the sweet scented osmanthus glutinous rice cake I just made?"

The girl holds a food box and hands it to Chen Fan attentively. Her eyes are full of expectation, like a child waiting for praise.

"It's delicious. Xiaoman's craftsmanship is getting better and better."

Chen Fan tasted and praised.

The girl in purple has big eyes and smiles. She is like a cat, humming and humming.

This girl is Chen Fan's neighbor. Her name is Xiaoman. Chen fan is occasionally from the North sea water demon hands, rescued a little girl. At that time, Xiaoman's family went out to sea and was attacked by a water demon. Their parents died. If Chen Fan hadn't passed by the north coast, I'm afraid even Xiaoman would have been buried.

From then on, Xiaoman regarded chen fan as his last resort and never left.

At the beginning, chen fan wanted to drive her away, but the little girl didn't speak, so she looked at him with tearful eyes, tears in silence, like a pet abandoned by her owner. In the end, even Mr. Ding couldn't look down and asked for help.

Xiaoman is very clever. Although he is only twelve or thirteen years old, he takes care of the whole family like the most diligent little maid. Unconsciously, even chen fan is used to her existence.

"Brother, tomorrow is the annual time. When the ancestral temple tests the cultivation talent, all the people under the age of 15 have to go. There are tens of thousands of people. It is said that only a few dozen of them have the talent of cultivation every year. "

Girls chirp.

"If I can detect my cultivation talent, I will be able to cultivate like my brother and master Qin Luo, a powerful monk, to avenge my parents and kill demons, and help my brother."

Xiaoman opened his eyes and waved his fist.

Qin Luo is one of the few Chinese friars who are born with brilliant talent. He broke through the shackles of his blood. After 50 years of cultivation, he became the strongest of the Chinese people and the patron saint of the ancient Chinese city. Countless people adored him throughout the ancient Chinese city.

"Don't worry, my little man is so powerful that he will be chosen."

Chen Fan comforted me.

"Yes."

Xiaoman nodded confidently.

Next, the girl said many interesting things she heard from her neighbors. Finally, she yawned and fell asleep with Chen Fan's arm in her arms. Even in her sleep, the little girl holds Chen Fan tightly in her little hands for fear that he will leave.

Looking at Xiaoman's drooling face, chen fan's eyes became softer and softer.

Originally, with his character, he should have left guhuacheng or even beihanyu long ago, trying to find divine materials, and turning the remaining three yuan Dan into divine Dan. But because of the little girl's presence, he put it off again and again. In his heart, he was reluctant to give up the life in front of him.

Xiaoman is just like an anchor, linking Chen Fan with the celestial realm.

"That's all. I'll leave after I've explored the affairs of the Chinese people."

Chen Fan sighed softly.

His palm, unconsciously, even lit up the light.

In this bright light, a silent dragon, suddenly hissing. Then, a virtual shadow like cloud and dragon appeared from Xiaoman. As soon as the shadow of the Dragon appeared, an ancient and boundless power came down in the room. It's a dragon with distinct horns, surrounded by clouds and bright eyes. It's a real dragon, not a dragon or a boa constrictor.

What a dragon!

It's the same as Zhuque, Xuanwu and Kunpeng. It's a real pure blood dragon, not a mixed blood hybrid like Chu family.

You know, Chu Tianyu can point to the golden elixir with those blood dragon veins. Xiaoman, however, is the blood of the real dragon, one of the strongest deities in the universe. As long as he steps on the road of cultivating immortals, there will be no obstacles before he turns into a deity, and he will become a Yuanying in a hundred years. In the future, if there are enough opportunities for practice, it will be impossible to turn the spirit back to emptiness.

If we let the holy places in the universe know to break a star field, we must seize her.

But at this time, an invisible chain, but the Dragon shadow, winding tightly, so that it can not break free, only out of grief. These chains all came from the deepest part of Xiaoman's blood and were inherited from his ancestors.

"The chain of laws?"

Looking at these chains, chen fan's eyes are cold.

These chains are very similar to Chen Fan's five deceptive chains.

The next day.

Xiaoman went back to his residence with his head down.Looking at the girl's dejected look, chen fan knows. This time, she was judged to have no talent to cultivate immortals. Just as the little girl's tearful eyes whirled, chen fan suddenly spoke slowly:

"Xiaoman, do you want to cultivate immortals?"

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