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Chapter 679 Reentry Memories
That night, Ye Fan once again entered the dreamland of memories.

The same three people were doing their own things in a dilapidated wooden house.

A Donghuang Taiyi, who looks like a doctor, holds a medicine plate and polishes the medicine.

The tangy medicinal fragrance drifts with the air, refreshing people.

Nu Wa was sitting on the dressing table arranging rouge and gouache, a lot of bottles and jars.

After tidying up for a long time, it was still not in order, but she still enjoyed it.

As for the immortal man Fuxi, he sat on a wooden chair with his eyes closed and rested, as motionless as a mountain.

That was the appearance of Ye Fan's youth, he had just stepped into the courtyard.

The pupils of the three dilated instantly, and their expressions were a little more joyful.

"Haha, my Fuxi's son is indeed the pride of heaven."

"This is how old he is, and he has already become a peerless master, comparable to a fairy."

"Come, come, let Daddy come and take a look."

Ye Fan smiled wryly.

Such a loud voice, such a rough look.

It really made him unable to associate with Emperor Fuxi.

He obediently walked to his side, his dark pupils flickered a few times, and a smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

this moment.

Ye Fan is no longer just watching, as if he is in the gold.

He deeply felt the love of the grace of nurturing.

Sometimes it is as gentle as a breeze, and sometimes it is as delicate as running water.

These three people have devoted almost all their efforts to cultivating him.

In Ye Fan's memory, the experience of the tenth life is like a cloud.

All things have changed.

His achievements have changed, his wife has changed, his gender has changed.

The only thing that hasn't changed is the three adoptive parents. The fate of ten generations is as heavy as a mountain.

"What do you look at? Xiaofan has just achieved a great achievement in cultivation. I don't know if his foundation is stable or not. You are a rough man, so don't let him get mad."

Donghuang dropped the medicinal materials and walked to Ye Fan's side.

The wrinkles on the smiling face were squeezed together.

Quickly felt his pulse.

"Second father, although I am not as skilled as you in medicine, I can still control my health." Ye Fan said helplessly.

"Yes, yes, then I don't need to check."

Even so, Donghuang didn't let go of his hand.

He didn't give up until he saw that Ye Fan's pulse was strong and his aura was majestic.

"Oh, the children are annoying you."

"Xiaofan, come to Sanniang, they don't show any practical things, it's just fake concern."

"Remember, only Sanniang cares about you the most. Sanniang will give you a present."

Ye Fan showed a smile.

I didn't expect Empress Nuwa to have such a gentle side.

Also, he was very curious.

Nuwa has always been young and beautiful in his heart.

Why have you always maintained the appearance of an old woman?

She pampered Ye Fan's hair a few times, and with one hand, a dark green jade slip appeared in her hand.

"Xiaofan, this is Sanniang's Nine Nether Mysterious Art. If you use it to break through the veins and enter the Dao with the mystery, you will surely be able to travel to the nine heavens and enter the universe as a dragon."

Ye Fan trembled slightly holding the jade slip.

This skill is Dutian's number one profound skill, everyone's method.

We all know the story of Nuwa mending the sky.

But don't know how to fix it.

The reason why the sky will be broken is a symbol of the wrath of the sky, it is a catastrophe, if you want to resolve the catastrophe, you will not be able to do it without sufficient strength.

That's why Nu Wa created the Nine Nether Mysterious Art, in order to be able to cultivate enough strength to compete with the Heavenly Tribulation.

Can fight against the sky.

Nature is extraordinary.

Although he had already studied and memorized it in previous lives, he still couldn't help being excited.

And this excitement comes from Sanniang's love for him.

"Xiao Fan, this is my second father's heart virtue steeped in medicine for thousands of years, and I will give it to you as a gift."

Not to be outdone, Donghuang casually threw a jade slip with a strong medicinal fragrance.

Be casual.

Ye Fan's heart was warm again, he knew that this was the lifeblood of the Eastern Emperor.

Immediately, the two turned their eyes to Fuxi.

He found that he was frowning slightly, lost in thought.

Fuxi's cultivation is the best in the world, and the cultivation method can be called the first in the world, which is called the Supreme Promise Taoism.

But its exercises are complex and lengthy, obscure and difficult to understand.

At this time, Ye Fan was not suitable for cultivation at all.

He smiled wryly.

Unexpectedly, a small gift made him face a difficult situation.

Ye Fan naturally saw through the pros and cons.

"Haha, big daddy, forget it! Second daddy and third niang's exercises are enough for me to practice, so I don't need to give anything else."

Ye Fan seemed to feel the great paternal love.

An unprecedented warmth in my heart.

"Haha, good son."

In the midst of Fuxi's laughter.

The scene in front of him suddenly disappeared.

Ye Fan wanted to reach out to grab it, but it was useless.

Ugh!
Good things are always short-lived.

Change before your eyes.

In the Golden Luan Hall, a golden sword is inserted in the middle of the hall.

Nine golden dragons twine around the sword body, the golden dragon roars, its sharp claws tear the sky, and the majestic imperial aura lives forever in the hall, majestic and majestic.

Fuxi sat on the golden chair in the main hall, and dozens of elders sat side by side in the audience, showing great momentum without anger.

"My lord, the matter of the young master is related to the rise and fall of the entire demon world, so you must not choose someone blindly!"

"Then Ye Fan is still young and powerful, so he is not worthy to be the young master at all."

The speaker is an old man.

Ye Fan didn't know his name, but secretly remembered his appearance.

This person is dressed in a purple robe, and his aura is imposing, which makes people feel a sense of lingering fear.

This person is so opposed to himself, maybe there is something tricky in his heart.

"Why not? Ye Fan will definitely lead the demon world to the peak in the future. Do we have to wait for the older generation not to give way for the rest of our lives?"

"Besides, apart from Xiaofan, looking at the demon world, I really can't see anyone who can beat him."

Fu Xi's attitude was very firm.

No one is allowed to refute at all.

"My lord, if you want to succeed the young master, you must pass the challenge of the younger generation of Yaozu."

"Are you sure Ye Fan has the strength to accept it?"

This person's words were clattering, and there was a thunderous sound between the words, and the shadow of thunder was shaking behind him.

The strength can be seen to be extraordinary.

Ye Fan complained silently.

How irritating is it for Lao Tzu to stop me as a young master?

Anyway, I remember you.

If I see you in the future, I will beat you to kneel down and sing conquest.

"Okay, let's do as you said. At noon tomorrow, on the Golden Luan Terrace, all young monsters can challenge Xiaofan. Let us witness Xiaofan's official succession to the position of young master."

After finishing speaking, Fuxi walked away with a flick of his sleeves.

Hey!

It's still our dear father, who is facing me!
It's useless for you to say more.

The position of our young master is determined by default.

Ye Fan in his sleep kept showing a smirk.

Fortunately, no one can see, otherwise I'm afraid he will think he is crazy.

But it may be related to the loss of his father and mother when he was young.

He desperately needs love!
This is a kind of hidden thing, no one can help, only hide in the dark and feel sad...

The screen changes again.

The time has come to the second day.

"My lord, my lord invites you to go to Jinluan Wutai to discuss important matters."

The person who spoke was Ye Fan's personal servant.

"Do you know what's going on?" Ye Fan tidied up his clothes, his tone indifferent.

(End of this chapter)