Xianhong Road

Chapter 385
"Shi Yao..."

When Yang Fan saw the familiar fairy figure, his heart was shocked.

How did she come to Tianqin Inner Sea?

Yang Fan was taken aback and lost his composure, not knowing whether to be happy or worried.

However, the moment he turned his gaze, those Confucian monks had disappeared from Yang Fan's vision.

Once you pass through the entrance of the gorgeous hall, you will be teleported out. As for the direction to which the teleportation will go, it is difficult for Yang Fan to predict.

"Is it my illusion?"

Yang Fan felt uncertain.

What Deng Shiyao made him familiar with was the kind of poetic and picturesque atmosphere that came out of the mud without being stained, in a dignified and gentle way, not lacking in romance and innocence.

This kind of aura was also present on Nangong Yixue's body a few days ago, but there was a certain difference.

If the woman's back and aura she saw just now were really Deng Shiyao, then how did she come here from the Northern Qin land tens of billions of miles away.

Use the ancient teleportation array?

But the ancient teleportation array needs nine high-grade spirit stones, and even high-level golden elixirs don't have that capital.

Could it be that day...

Yang Fan suddenly thought of a possibility!
"You only need to inlay nine high-grade spirit stones to activate the teleportation array, which can teleport three people at a time. However, according to the history of tens of thousands of years, all the monks who stepped into this teleportation array have never returned. Shi Yao guessed that this is a one-way teleportation formation, if I can understand this formation and enter the ancient ruins, there should be hope to connect to this formation and return to Northern Qin."

Deng Shiyao's words played back in Yang Fan's mind.

Three people can be teleported at one time!
Yang Fan suddenly found the details he had overlooked.

The teleportation array activated by nine top-grade spirit stones can teleport three people with the energy contained in it.

If Deng Shiyao also came to Tianqin Neihai, then he must have followed Yang Fan that day and took his "ride".

"With her persistent personality, it is very possible to chase her..."

Yang Fan's complexion was cloudy and uncertain.

Swish!
With a flick of his sleeves, he took away all the items on the table, and then hurried out of the hall.

The entrance of this hall is actually a short-distance fixed-point teleportation array, with four directions to choose from, and the transaction fee of a middle-grade spirit stone needs to be put in to activate the array, which is also a means of making money here.

Yang Fan chose a direction at random, and disappeared from the spot in a flash.

"What's the matter with this kid, he's in such a hurry."

The Azure Dragon Guardian glanced at Yang Fan in confusion.

Guan Song was not surprised and said: "The one he called just now is obviously a woman's name, and he should be looking for it..."

"Oh, I really don't understand you human beings. You have a limited lifespan, so why are you so interested?" Qinglong Dharma Guardian said suspiciously, and then said wretchedly: "If I want a woman, I'll just grab her and enjoy it at my house..."

Speaking of Yang Fan, he appeared outside a dilapidated pavilion, opened his mind to look around, but failed to catch the silhouettes of those Confucian monks.

Obviously, the few people I saw just now teleported away from another direction.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan entered the dilapidated pavilion again, disappeared, and returned to the hall again.

Afterwards, he took out another spirit stone and found a transmission direction.

Swish!
Yang Fan disappeared again.

Seeing this scene, Guardian Qinglong was stunned, and Guan Song smiled slightly.

It was sent out again, but it appeared outside a dilapidated hut.

"This time I came to the 'Purple Heaven Palace', and I have traded several materials, but the price is a bit high, and that person is a high-level Nascent Soul, I dare not compete with him..."

A man's voice came from not far away.

At the same time, Yang Fan felt four or five strands of Confucianism, and was overjoyed that he had found the right place.

He took a closer look, and not far from the hut, there were four or five Confucian monks, three men and two women, all of whom had Golden Core cultivation.One of the elders was actually a Jindan Great Cultivator.

Yang Fan's eyes suddenly fixed on a peaceful and picturesque woman, only half of her face was exposed, her face was elegant, and she was not stained by mud.

"Junior Sister Deng, you have the best luck this time. You have also traded several materials, and the transaction price is not at a disadvantage."

One of the men in blue at the mid-Gold Core stage said with a smile, Zhuo Ran.

Junior Sister Deng nodded and smiled: "Zitian Temple is well-deserved, and Shiyao's purpose of this trip has been achieved."

"Yeah, I finally went down the mountain. The master is so strict. I don't know when it will be when I come out next time."

Another delicate and beautiful woman complained.

Yang Fan listened to their conversation and looked at Deng Shiyao quietly with a pair of eyes, without speaking.

After not seeing him for many years, Deng Shiyao has also been promoted to Jindan, and his cultivation has even approached the mid-term realm. Yang Fan is not surprised by this.He is very clear about Deng Shiyao's talent, which is better than the three rookies in Yuyang.

Deng Shiyao is still calm and picturesque, with a poetic melancholy between her black eyebrows, the same lonely self-admiration, romantic and stubborn.

She was among the four, and her appearance and temperament were all superhuman. The man in blue complimented her very much when he talked, and there was a hint of obsession in his eyes.

Perhaps feeling something, Deng Shiyao suddenly turned sideways and looked in a certain direction.

However, there is nothing in that direction.

For some reason, Yang Fan suddenly disappeared, but Deng Shiyao didn't see him.

A trace of confusion flashed in Deng Shiyao's starry eyes.

The elder Jindan great monk saw Deng Shiyao's movements, and also glanced at where Yang Fan was, with a flash of light in his eyes.

"Your Excellency, when you teleported out just now, the old man has already seen it, why do you need to hide?"

The old man in the Confucian robe said loudly.

"Hehe, you didn't see me."

Yang Fan stood where he was, and said with a smile.

Although the old man in the Confucian robe was a great cultivator of Jindan, it was difficult for Yang Fan to find out even if he tried his best to hide.

It's just that when Yang Fan appeared just now, the old man in the Confucian robe had already sensed it, but he didn't pay attention.

Only through Deng Shiyao's actions did he make a judgment, because the person teleported out will not disappear without a sound, there is only one possibility, that person has disappeared.

The old man in the Confucian robe changed his face, but he said with a loud smile: "Your Excellency is very skilled in concealment, and you are also very confident. I don't know what purpose you have for eavesdropping on me and the others. If you have any advice and purpose, you can talk to me openly and honestly." Let's discuss."

When Deng Shiyao heard Yang Fan's voice, her delicate body froze slightly, a trace of surprise flashed in her phoenix eyes, she stared in that direction, and at the same time she was a little confused.

Yang Fan remained silent, looking at Deng Shiyao's beautiful figure, he didn't want to meet him at this moment.

"It's you..." Deng Shiyao's slightly trembling voice came, and there was love and hatred in her bright eyes, as well as a little bit of anticipation and surprise.

"Shi Yao, you've always been nice. I didn't expect to meet you in Tianqin Inner Sea."

Yang Fan is still hiding his figure, he is vacillating in his heart, he hopes to meet Deng Shiyao, but he is a bit discouraged.

"It's you, it's really you!" Deng Shiyao exclaimed, her poetic and picturesque eyes were slightly red and swollen, sparkling with tears.

"Junior Sister Deng, who is he?"

The blue-clothed youth next to Deng Shiyao, seeing his junior sister's expression, looked very unsightly, and looked hostilely in the direction of the hut.

"Brother Yang, why don't you want to show up?"

Deng Shiyao's frail and boneless body trembled slightly, making her delicate and charming.

"So what if we meet? Does Shi Yao still want to hear my explanation..."

Yang Fan laughed at himself, his body flashed, revealing his true face.

Deng Shiyao stared at him, and clenched her teeth: "You used me, and now your purpose has been achieved, shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

"Confession?" Yang Fan was slightly stunned: "Didn't I already confess when Zhao Guo was parting?"

When Deng Shiyao heard this, her delicate body swayed, she was on the verge of falling, heartbroken.

"Junior sister! Junior sister!"

The young man in blue hurriedly supported Deng Shiyao, and angrily said to Yang Fan, "What have you done to offend my junior sister?"

"Yang Fan, I want to talk to you alone."

Deng Shiyao suppressed the grief in her heart, and suddenly her pretty face was indifferent.

"This..." Yang Fan hesitated, although he also had love and affection for Deng Shiyao, but for Yun Yuxi, he had no choice but to cut off this thread of affection.

"Do you still want to go back to Beiqin?" Deng Shiyao asked abruptly.

Yang Fan's expression changed: "Do you have a way to return to Beiqin?"

He suddenly recalled what Deng Shiyao once said: "This is the teleportation array that existed in the ancient battlefield. Shiyao has been studying it for many years, but he can only comprehend four or five parts of it. If you give me another few decades, maybe You can reset one."

Deng Shiyao is a wizard of formations. She has studied the ancient teleportation formation for many years. It is really possible for her to reset a teleportation formation back to Beiqin.

"Okay, I promise you."

Yang Fan and Deng Shiyao flew to a deserted place.

Yang Fan raised his hand lightly, set a restraint, and said lightly: "You can say what you have to say, no one can spy on the high-level Jindan."

"Brother Yang, ask Shiyao for the last time. When we were in the ancient battlefield, were you sincere to me?" Deng Shiyao's bright eyes were filled with tears, but her words were somewhat decisive.

"Make the fake come true." Yang Fan replied.

"In this way, it is true." Deng Shiyao showed a hint of surprise between her eyebrows, and then she cried in a low voice: "Then we meet again in Tianqin Inner Sea, this is also a predestined fate, why don't you want to let go of the past? "

Yang Fan was quite surprised, and felt an inexplicable pain in his heart: "Shi Yao? You are willing to forgive me and come back to me?"

"As long as the eldest brother is sincere..." Deng Shiyao's pretty face was stained with a thin layer of red glow, which was a kind of poetic and classical beauty, the shyness of wanting to refuse but also welcoming.

Yang Fan took a long breath: "But I can't."

"No, why?" Deng Shiyao looked puzzled: "Shiyao is willing to forgive you, why can't you."

"Because I can't forgive myself."

Yang Fan took a deep breath, he suddenly opened his hand, and a delicate and ancient jade flute appeared in front of him.

"You are a descendant of Confucianism, what is this?" Yang Fan asked.

"Seven Fragrance Jade Soul Flute! A treasure of Confucian musical instruments!" Deng Shiyao exclaimed, her bright eyes were full of splendor, and she asked quickly, "How did you get this thing?"

"I met her about ten years ago. This is a token of love she gave me."

Yang Fan said calmly.

"Seven Fragrance Jade Soul Flute...a token of love..."

Deng Shiyao felt a thunderbolt coming from the blue sky, her eyes darkened, her delicate body softened, and she fell unconscious.

(Second update)

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