I woke up after 300 million years

Suddenly an old friend came to my mind, and it was already autumn when I looked back at the mountains and rivers.

There were thirteen young people when they came, and three when they returned.

This gap and blow made Yun Shiya and the others silent.

It was the first time they collided with the pride of heaven in Sanqianzhou. Once upon a time, they thought they were the best, but now they understand that they are nothing more than frogs in the well, weaklings in the fog, who do not know the true face of Mount Lu.

Bang! Bang!

Seven carriages drove slowly through the woods.

"Brother, why do they call you ancestor?"

"Didn't I tell you? In fact, my status in the Wushuang Dynasty is quite high. The Mu Emperor among outsiders is my son and grandson."

"The Emperor Mu is your son and grandson!"

In the first carriage compartment, Cai Xi was stunned.

You must know that Mu Changsheng is a legendary figure in the past few hundred years. According to records, he has never failed in his life. Even the old monsters with earthly immortal cultivation dare not easily provoke him.

Such a legendary figure is actually his brother's descendant?

Yan Fan, who was wearing red silk, smiled and said nothing, with the unconscious Le Huanhuan lying on his lap.

After they left the saint's ruins, they found Le Huanhuan in the outer area of ​​Shiwan Mountain. It was like seeing a ghost in the clouds at that time. They clearly saw Le Huanhuan entering the ruins. How could he be unconscious in Shiwan Mountain? They couldn't figure it out and couldn't explain it.

Fortunately, Le Huanhuan's injuries were not serious. He seemed to have suffered some kind of shock and fainted. The exact details of what he experienced will be known once he wakes up.

The carriage was very large and seemed spacious enough to accommodate three people. Yan Fan originally asked Ji Hongyuan to come with him, but the latter said that it would be more convenient to be alone in a carriage if he wanted to practice.

The forest path was not smooth and the carriage was slightly bumpy.

Caixi stared at Le Huanhuan's rising and falling chest and started directly.

Yan Fan was stunned, his head filled with questions, "What are you doing?"

"I'm curious how she grew so big. I usually eat a lot and absorb a lot of all kinds of natural and earthly treasures, but she's still mediocre. Although the energy intake from double pupils is very scary, it won't affect her development. ." Caixi's eyes were envious, her tone was low, and her hand movements were indescribable.

Upon hearing this explanation, Yan Fan couldn't laugh or cry, "There's no need to care. Your appearance is already as beautiful as a fairy. Being ordinary is also a kind of beauty. As a cultivator, your strength will always be ranked first. Beauty is just the icing on the cake. Those stunning looks are just the icing on the cake." Women without strong strength often end up in tragedy."

Caixi took back her hand, nodded in agreement, and said:

"Three thousand states are weak and strong. Without strength, I can't protect my body, my treasures, and my family. So... I must work hard to be strong enough that no one dares to bully me."

"Come on, my brother is optimistic about you. If you want anything, just ask me. I will try my best to satisfy you. There is no need to worry about safety. The Wushuang Dynasty has an extraordinary status in the Northern Wasteland State. The Heavenly Kingdom in the Tianqiong State does not dare to ask for people easily." Yan Fan pursed his lips. He smiled comfortingly, hoping that Cai Xi and Ji Hongyuan would grow up quickly.

Caixi smiled very charmingly, and her exquisite facial features were so perfect that she could charm many men just by her face.

after one day.

Le Huanhuan woke up, looked at Yan Fan's chin, straightened up immediately, and shouted excitedly:

"Ancestor!"

"Calm down." Yan Fan pushed the woman away with one hand and asked directly, "Why are you in the outer area of ​​Shiwandashan?"

Peripheral area?

Le Huanhuan was worthy of being the leader of the Peerless Army. He immediately calmed down, quickly recalled and analyzed in his mind, and stared:

"My little girl was looking for my ancestor in the ruins. On the tenth day, I accidentally found the entrance to the second floor of the ruins and saw a mysterious red-haired woman. When I looked at each other, I lost my intuition. When I woke up, I was lying on the old floor. On Zu’s knees.”

Listening quietly, Yan Fan's brown eyes focused, biting his lips, thinking:

On the tenth day, in other words, Le Daotao was the one who discovered the bronze coffin first?

A mysterious woman with red hair?

Sigh... This situation is becoming more and more confusing. Who is behind the scenes? The Feathering Palace in the upper realm? The remnant soul of Kunpeng hidden in the coffin? Mysterious woman?

With thoughts swirling around him, Yan Fan held Le Huanhuan's wrist and peeked into his body again to make sure he was not affected.

"Ancestor?"

"elder brother?"

The two women shouted in unison, and Le Huanhuan was startled for a moment, looking up and down at Cai Xi who was directly opposite.

She is an enviable fairy with outstanding grace, skin as white as snow, waist that is not too tight, a pair of long and beautiful feet, and cultivation and strength that surpasses the younger generation.

"You call me ancestor...brother?" Le Huanhuan was confused.

Caixi ignored her and was always cold to others.

"call......"

Yan Fan took a long breath, rubbed his forehead with his thumb, leaned back with a haggard attitude, and changed the subject:

"Cai'er, are you hiding something from me?"

"Really?" Cai Xi smiled and blinked, her face not red, her heartbeat steady.

Yan Fan patted the woman's shoulder and said, "Actually, my brother has guessed it roughly. It doesn't matter if you don't tell me. I'll ask Yun Shiya later. She might know."

Caixi: "......"

After a long silence, Caixi sighed, "Brother, those things are not important. The past is in the past. I thought we were dead, but the result was unexpected."

After a pause of words, she stood up and sat next to Yan Fan, resting her head on the strong and warm shoulder, smelling the faint fragrance of jasmine, and continued, "It's good now. We are together. I am infatuated with you and you pamper me. Even if In the future, the enemies will be extremely powerful, and I have the confidence to be proud of the Ninth Level. From now on, I will be the empress, and you will be the empress’s brother.”

Everyone’s fantasy for the future is beautiful and sunny, which is also one of the driving forces that supports everyone to go forward.

Yan Fan kissed Cai Xi's forehead gently, patted her back, and his brown eyes rippled, "The future?"

He is quite confused about his future. He doesn't know what kind of person he was before, he doesn't know if he had any dreams or pursuits before, and he doesn't know whether Su Yue is dead or alive...

But he knew it was useless to think too much, the road was at his feet.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with improving your cultivation and stepping onto the Nine Heavens stage.

Even a gorgeous fall is better than meaningless wandering.

...seven days later.

The carriage drove to the gate of the imperial city of Wushuang Dynasty.

The setting sun is waiting for you to return.

The group of people walked out of the carriage, and Yan Fan looked up at the majestic and bleak iron gate, at the rows of soldiers standing on the battlements, and at the bustling scene of people coming and going, feeling inexplicably relieved.

Caixi came to Wushuang Dynasty for the first time. Even though she was cold and arrogant at heart, her eyes still fluctuated and her red lips slightly opened:

"Is this the imperial city of the Wushuang Dynasty?"

"It's much more elegant than the gates of the Imperial City of Heaven. It's such a luxury for a monk from the Heavenly Realm to guard the gate!"

Ji Hongyuan, who was dressed in ragged clothes, had an indifferent expression. He did not pursue material conditions, nor did he pursue good or bad life, he only pursued Yan Fan.

"Your Majesty the Prince!"

The soldier guarding the city gate recognized the cloud at a glance. He immediately cheered up and knelt down on one knee.

The leading soldier captain approached and lowered his voice:

"Sir, Prince Ye has given instructions before. If you come back, please go to the palace to find him as soon as possible. He said that there is a big matter to discuss with you."

What a big deal? Old guy, what kind of medicine is being sold in the gourd... Yun Duan waved his hand and said, "I know, everyone, get up and perform their duties. Don't block the city gate."

"Yes!" the soldiers kneeling on one knee said in unison.

Immediately, the group entered the imperial city.

In the evening, the streets are bustling with lights and colorful lights. Today is flower viewing day, the most beautiful day in autumn.

There are countless flowers that only bloom in autumn.

Boats on the river are the only choice for talented people and beautiful women.

The wealthy daughters have beautiful features and beautiful smiles, and the talented men in brocade robes, holding folding fans, write poems in seven steps, showing off their rich literary skills.

Like a curious cat, Caixi grabbed Yan Fan's hand and looked around.

"Brother, what is this?"

"Brother, what is that?"

"Brother, why are they gathering together?"

Yan Fan explained everything with a smile.

Yun Duan took Yun Shiya and three young people away first, and the three Ascension Realm monks disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

Ji Hongyuan spoke little and had a calm expression, but her darting eyes gave him away.

He has been imprisoned in a secret room since he was a child, and all his knowledge comes from books. He is actually more curious about the surrounding things than Cai Xi, but he pretends to be steady because of his face.

Suddenly, a burst of insults came from the front.

"It's you stinky beggar again! I'll beat you to death!"

A little boy in rags was lying on the ground, holding a bamboo basket tightly with both hands.

The fat boss of the bun shop beat and kicked the boy ruthlessly.

The boy looked five or six years old, very short, very thin, skinny and obviously malnourished, his feet were dirty and dusty without shoes, his light brown eyes were firm, he endured the blow without saying a word, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. .

The fat boss put one foot on the boy's head and shouted angrily:

"Once or twice, you specifically focused on stealing from my bun shop. Do you think I'm taking advantage of you? This stinky beggar should die!"

In the lively street, this movement naturally attracted many people to watch and point.

"This boy is often in Beicheng District, and he seems to be bringing a girl with him. Anyway, he has been without a father or a mother since he was a child, and his hands are very dirty. Please be careful, don't get your money stolen."

"If you ask me, we should kill all the beggars to save worry and effort and maintain the image of the imperial city."

"It looks very pitiful. It's a pity that I have no feelings for beggars. I don't deserve sympathy. They are the lowest and lowest group of people. I really don't know why they live by stealing. It's so painful and humble. It's better to find a tree outside the city and hang yourself." , once and for all.”

"The emperor is too tolerant, if I were to..."

"Hush! You are so desperate for your life. If you dare to talk about the emperor, get out of here!"

In the bamboo basket, the girl's cries were faint. The boy was already used to this kind of beating, already used to being scolded, already used to this damn life, and he could bear everything numbly.

"stop!"

Suddenly, an incompatible voice came.

When the onlookers heard the sound and looked around, they saw that it was a man with white clothes and white hair, as handsome as an immortal.

The owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop paused in his cursing and said sternly:

"What? You want to be the first person?"

Yan Fan didn't talk nonsense. He threw out a piece of silver and said succinctly, "Get out."

The fat boss swallowed, greedily picked up the money, and snorted coldly, "Stinky beggar, good luck to you, if you dare to steal my buns next time, I will break your dog legs!"

Yan Fan's behavior aroused scorn and discussion among the onlookers.

"A foolish young man with too much money."

"I guess he wants to prove that he is a good person in front of his female companion. Such a hypocritical young master is not uncommon in the imperial city."

There was nothing left to watch, and the crowd dispersed.

The little boy picked up the bun at his feet and covered it with a layer of dust, but it still felt like a treasure.

He opened the bamboo basket, and inside was a little girl about two years old, with braids and two tear tracks on her dirty face.

Passing the bun to the little girl, the boy picked up the bamboo basket, knelt on his knees, kowtowed to Yan Fan, his weather-beaten face was full of gratitude, and said stiffly:

"Thank you, thank you."

Yan Fan tugged at the collar of his white clothes with his right hand and asked calmly:

"Last time, why did you attack the carriage to save me? Don't you know, in the carriage is Prince Ye's granddaughter, Princess Wen, your behavior, even a hundred heads are not enough to kill you."

The boy was silent for a long time, not very good at talking. He gestured awkwardly and responded intermittently:

"You, good guy, Baozi, saved...sister."

"I return the favor to you."

"Repay my favor?" Yan Fan looked deeply at the boy with his brown eyes. After seven or eight seconds, he suddenly smiled and said, "Are you willing to follow me? Ancestor, I will take you to a road that reaches the sky!"

The boy's expression was stunned, the rag of the bamboo basket was opened, and the little girl stuck her head out, tears streaming down her face.

After a long time, the boy said seriously:

"Every day, if you can eat enough...I will go with you. I need...to take it with me, sister."

Yan Fan took a step forward and rubbed the little boy's messy black hair with his big hands, "Of course."

After receiving a positive reply, the boy kowtowed to Yan Fan again, feeling extremely grateful without saying a word.

He didn't know that today's decision would make him stand on the Nine Heavens in the future.

Make all nations bow their heads!