Leisurely cultivating life

Chapter 147 Five Years, Parents Die (50)

"Thank you?"

Zhou Fan's face was dark, and he realized that he seemed to have done someone a great favor unintentionally.

Xu Tong continued, "My family's real person gave me 36 Danyang spiritual roots, 24 boxes of Baitao fine gold, six teams of beauties who can help take care of the cave, and six teams of puppet fighters who are good at transforming palaces... Finally, my family's real person A piece of Dan Dao experience."

Seeing Zhou Fan's indifferent expression, Xu Tong smiled faintly.

"Senior Brother Zhou Fan, please don't rush to refuse, the real person said that he looks forward to meeting you again!"

After saying these words, Xu Tong left quietly alone.

"Tell me, could it be him?" Zhou Fan said flatly.

Knowing who Zhou Fan was referring to, Lou Yehua shook his head and said, "Brother, it definitely can't be this person."

"Yes!" Zhou Fan nodded.

Zhou Fan already knew what Lu Zhesheng was like based on just meeting him once.

What he said just now was nothing more than an angry remark made in a hurry, and it could not be taken seriously.

"Eldest brother, why are you so...low-key?" Zhen Depang asked puzzled.

In Zhen Depang's view, with Zhou Fan's current strength, he can completely withstand the so-called "praise".

"trouble!"

After speaking, Zhou Fan turned and returned to the cave.

After Lu Zhesheng sent someone to visit Zhou Fan, Zhou Fan's reputation immediately rose a lot, and he was completely secured as the "number one traffic" in Dongshengzhou.

It also attracted many forces to send people a "gift", and even the princess of the hegemony country such as Da Xia sent people to send rare things.

The Ninth Princess, Si Qinshu, is rumored to be very popular with the King of Xia, and she often sighs why she is not a man.

With King Xia's favor, Ninth Princess Si Qinshu was granted the title of Yangzhai, which is the second largest city in Great Xia after the King's Capital of Great Xia.

But even so, Zhou Fanju ignored them one by one and sent them all back.

He only devoted himself to farming and practicing in Yujing Mountain, and watched Dongsheng's clouds and clouds in his spare time.

……

After Zhengyangmen was robbed and destroyed by Feiyun, many Dongshengzhou thieves became high-profile and frequently dispatched.

a time.

Everyone in the major forces is in danger, fearing that they will be the next Zhengyang Gate and become a stepping stone for others.

However, Daxia and Dashang still started fighting after all. The hatred that has lasted since their ancestors cannot be easily erased by time.

In the confrontation between the two behemoths, it is the small countries around that are the first to be unlucky.

Either it was destroyed, or it was forced to be involved in the battle.

The second is the practice sects. Some big forces are okay and can still maintain some autonomy, while those small forces are often all sent to requisition and used as cannon fodder.

Now the only places that can maintain a sense of tranquility are around the major holy places of practice. After Daxia and the Great Merchants fought together, the other major overlords also moved one after another, forming alliances or hostilities, and conspiracy and conspiracy emerged endlessly .

At this moment, Tranquility no longer belonged to Dongshengzhou.

……

Zhou Fan just watched it quietly on Yujing Mountain for 50 years.

50 years is enough for Zhou Fan to fade out of everyone's sight.

In the past 50 years, Zhou Fan has undoubtedly lived a very fulfilling time.

He watched his own daughter-like niece grow up step by step, get married, and have children.

I watched with my own eyes that the incense of the Zhou family gradually prospered.

I also watched the two elders grow old gradually, until... passed away.

It was a very ordinary day. Zhou Fan came out of the retreat and stayed with the elders as usual.

"Xiaoxuan, why are you here?"

"Mom, I'm Xiaofan." Zhou Fan said calmly.

The second elder has now lived to the limit of a mortal, and his mind is becoming more and more unclear. He often recognizes the wrong person and hears the wrong word.

"Xiaoping?"

"Old woman, it's Xiaofan!" Fortunately, the old man's condition is better today, so he finally heard clearly.

"Oh, it's Xiaofan."

"Well, it's me, mother." Zhou Fan squatted beside Zhou.

"Xiao Fan, it's your first time to travel far, you must follow your Uncle Zhuzi closely, and don't get lost." Mrs. Zhou took Zhou Fan's hand and muttered.

"Well, mother, I see, Xiaofan must be following Uncle Zhuzi closely." Zhou Fan sniffled and smiled.

"It's hard to come back once, why are you leaving so soon?"

"Mother, Xiao Fan won't go anywhere, just stay by Mother's side, not going anywhere, not going anywhere..." Zhou Fan patted his mother's hands lightly.

"Old man, Xiaofan is here, why don't you talk!" Zhou complained.

"..."

"...This old man, why is he still asleep!" Zhou muttered.

"...Mother...Father...has gone..." Zhou Fan stared blankly at his father, with no trace of life, his face was smooth, and he might still be listening to the conversation between their mother and father.

"Going away..." Zhou's expression froze, and his cloudy eyes suddenly brightened.

Grasping Zhou Fan's hand, his complexion suddenly turned rosy.

"Xiaofan, I miss our home."

Zhou Fan understood immediately, and quickly nodded in response.

"Son knows, son knows, son will take you home now!"

"Okay, okay, okay, old man, let's go home..." The voice gradually dropped.

Within a few tens of breaths, the two elders passed away in front of Zhou Fan one after another.

"Father, mother, don't worry, son... son will definitely bring you home."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Fan broke down in tears.

Who would have expected that today would be the end of the two elders' lives, and he hadn't even said a word to his father.

The sadness in this is only known to oneself.

……

Zhou Fan handled the funeral of the second elder very easily, and there were not many outsiders, except for his big family, who were related by marriage and Zhou Fan's juniors.

"Eldest brother, condolences!" Tu Mengmei patted Zhou Fan's shoulder.

Zhou Fan nodded sadly and remained silent.

"Uncle!"

Xiaoxuan, who is over 60 years old and even has a grandson, came over.

Standing beside Zhou Fan with bushy white hair, she called 'Uncle' in her mouth, which was somewhat contrary to harmony.

"Ah."

"You're getting old, you'd better sit inside." No matter how old she was, in Zhou Fan's eyes, he was always his little niece.

"Uncle, don't you have great supernatural powers? Why..." The words choked up.

"Hey... magical powers are no match for days." Zhou Fan sighed softly.

As for the truth of the facts, Zhou Fan hoped that they would never know.

"Okay, you go in first." Zhou Fan waved his hand.

He watched his elderly niece go back inside with the support of her children.

Zhou Fan raised his head and murmured, "The number of days!"

"Uncle, what is the number of days?" Zhou Fan said in a low voice, facing the void.

After a burst of ripples, Yu Jingcheng emerged.

"The heaven and the earth are not benevolent, and all things are regarded as dogs. How can there be a number of days? The way of heaven is impartial and selfless. Everything follows its own course, just like entering the night with the wind, moistening things silently. It is the most natural."

"With your comprehension, you shouldn't ask such a question." Yu Jingcheng said, frowning slightly.

"It's just a feeling, uncle, do you think there is a person in this vast world who regards the world as the situation and all living beings as children, turns his hands into clouds, turns his hands into rain, and disturbs fate."

(End of this chapter)