After a full meal, Han Fan and Baozi walked out of the shop.

"You have to speed up." Baozi wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said.

"Well, okay." Han Fan sometimes really can't understand that a big man from the Ninth Realm is either eating and drinking every day, or on the way to eat and drink. This makes Han Fan feel for a moment that the Ninth Realm and the Third Realm are actually not the same.

Not much difference.

It's not that he's slacking off in his cultivation, but that he's still like this even if he's practicing extremely well, isn't it?

Han Fen pushed these things away from his mind and asked Baozi if he would go with him.

Baozi shook his head, looked up at the horizon, his eyes flickered with an inexplicable light, and then disappeared under Han Fan's nose.

On the horizon, Baozi's figure suddenly appeared, and there was an old man standing next to him, it was Old Master Han.

"I hope everything goes well for him!" Old Master Han actually said this. As a person in the ninth realm, standing at the top of the Zongheng Realm, he would also have such powerless times.

Baozi's mood was a little irritable, "Old Han, I have had a lot of dealings with those people in the underworld. Han Fan has golden Confucian qualifications and a first-class understanding. It is not a coincidence that he fell into the highest-level demon species."

"Indeed, it's just that the old devil of the Nether Clan's divination skills are much better than the divination masters of the three religions. They have taken advantage of Han Fan. It seems that he has to discuss it with the other old guys.

Come on, this matter is no small matter!" After hearing Baozi's words, Old Master Han thought of the causes and consequences and realized the seriousness of the matter.

After all, they have never thought about how terrifying it would be for a young man with golden Confucian qualifications to be demonized?

Han Fen followed Baozi's example and shook his head. He was about to buy some items he needed on the way before heading to Central Continent, but he suddenly paused on the spot, his heart trembling.

It was late in the afternoon and the street where Han Fan was located faced east and west. There was an endless stream of monks coming and going. Through the gaps in the crowd, he saw a scene that he would remember for the rest of his life.

She was covered in a light green tulle skirt, with a white short skirt inside the tulle, revealing her slender legs. The same light green wide belt was tied around her waist, which vividly outlined her slender waist.

, a smooth dark red hair stretched on the chest.

Her long hair obscured part of her fair and rosy face, her lips were like Danxia, ​​her small nose rested peacefully, the soft lines on the bridge of her nose quietly disappeared between her eyebrows, her eyes were like the slight ripples of clear water in a lake, a pair of

His clear eyes reflect everything in the world, and the corners of his raised eyebrows form a cold, slender angle, which adds a bit of heroism to the whole person.

The woman seemed to notice that a gaze was locked on her and turned her head to look over.

At this second, the whole world stopped, all sounds disappeared, and her eyes reflected the handsome face of the young man, as well as the unbelievable surprise in her eyes.

The next second, tears filled the girl's eyes, and then the tears burst and flowed down her face. The girl tried hard to stop her tears and tried to see clearly the appearance of the boy not far away. She was worried that even if she missed a moment, the boy would

They will all disappear in an instant.

"Brother Han!" The girl's clear and clear voice was filled with tears. This time, Brother Han expressed all his longing and grievances, but he still could not describe the hot and strong emotions in her heart.

The surrounding monks stopped and looked at the girl. Following the girl's distressed eyes, they followed her gaze to see Han Fan standing not far away.

"Little monk?!" Han Fan didn't even know that there was only a short distance of more than ten meters. He actually rushed to the girl's side at the fastest speed in the world.

How many thoughts I have accumulated over the years, and how many words I want to express, but when it comes to my eyes and lips, my trembling lips are unable to say a word.

"You...you are actually a woman!" After holding it in for a long time, Han Fan unexpectedly said such a sentence. The complex emotions and strong atmosphere of reunion after a long separation were instantly destroyed.

The monks around him were full of expectations, but after hearing such words, they all sighed deeply, what a disgraceful brat!

"Pfft." The little monk couldn't help but laugh. His tear-stained face looked very charming after the smile bloomed.

Han Fen also realized that his words were inappropriate, and when he was about to explain, the young monk jumped directly into his arms.

He could clearly detect a hint of coldness in the little monk's body. Holding it in his arms, it cooled him down and relieved him from the heat. It was really a cool treasure in the hot summer.

"Brother Han, I miss you very much." The little monk pressed his hand against Han Fan's chest, and the voice seemed to come from his heart.

"It's all my fault for being useless and failing to protect you." When mentioning the little monk, in addition to longing for him, there is only endless guilt.

"It's okay, it's not your fault." The little monk raised his head and stared directly at Han Fan with his clear eyes.

"It's all over." Han Fan didn't want to argue on this issue. In some aspects, he was very paranoid. If he was strong enough, how could such a thing happen.

"At that time, I felt something was wrong. I thought you were just more girly in personality, but I didn't expect you to be a real girl!" Han Fen said as they walked side by side on the street. The little monk jumped up and down with his hands behind his back and the corners of his mouth.

I can't suppress my smile no matter what.

Han Fan still couldn't believe that the little monk was actually a woman and so beautiful. At that time, Han Fan regarded her as a younger brother. Now that his younger brother has become a beautiful girl with long hair, this relationship has to change. He needs a buffer.

time.

"Who makes Brother Han so nervous?" the young monk said with a wink.

"Yes, so how have you been...in these years?"

"...Hmm!" The little monk hesitated for a moment before humming.

Han Fen frowned. The young monk's reaction clearly showed that she had lied, but he did not expose her. How can the path of spiritual practice be smooth sailing? Who hasn't had hardships and ups and downs?

"By the way, what happened to you when you fell into the Naihe River?" Han Fan noticed that the young monk's cultivation was already at the peak of the four realms, nearly two realms ahead of him.

"I fell into a coma at that time. I only remember the grief-stricken appearance of Brother Han before the coma. Later, I was rescued by an expert. He... He said that I had extraordinary qualifications and taught me how to practice. Brother Han Fen, why are you only in the middle of the third realm? No

You should!" The young monk hurriedly turned the topic to Han Fan.

The little monk would stutter every time he lied. Maybe she hadn't realized it yet. Han Fan's doubts became a little bigger. Has she started to hide it from me in a few years?

"That's right. I searched for you along the Naihe River for two years. Finally, I found you at the end of the Naihe River and there was no sign of you, so I gave up." When he said this, Han Fan's face showed a vicissitude that did not suit his age.

"Ah!?" The little monk opened her mouth. With her intelligence, she could probably guess what kind of state Han Fan had been in during the past two years. I'm afraid that he had delayed a lot of practice in the past two years.

"Brother Han must be very good at Zhulu Academy, right?" the young monk affirmed.

"It's okay, Confucian disciples are not so competitive." Han Fan looked at the young monk and smiled.

"By the way, where did you learn from? Is it the Buddhism of Central China?" Han Fan asked. After all, the young monk was originally a body-refining type and a violent one.

"No, the master is an expert from outside the world. We have no sect." When the young monk said this, he lowered his head and did not look at Han Fan.

"Okay~ Over the years, I have been thinking that you must be fine, it's just that I haven't found you yet. Look, I was right!" There was a little sadness in Han Fen's smile, and the little monk said to him again and again.

He lied.

The little monk didn't answer. She wanted to tell Brother Han thank you for caring about me so much. I actually care about you too, but because of her identity, she chose to remain silent.

"It's good. At least you're fine. As long as you're alive, everything is possible." Seeing the two of them fall into silence, Han Fen took a deep breath and smiled.

"Yes." The young monk didn't know whether he sighed or was perfunctory. This reaction made Han Fan feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

Even though he had lived in two lifetimes, he had seen and learned a lot of techniques for flirting with girls in his previous lifetime, and now he didn't know how to continue the conversation.

Silence, only endless silence.

Both of them walked forward with their heads lowered, each with their own thoughts.

It got dark at some point, and when Han Fen came to his senses, he had already arrived at the gate of the town.

Han Fan thought of the demon seed in his body and looked at the gate of the town. He still wanted to go to Dongzhou. Was this a reminder to himself that it was time to leave? "Have things changed and people have changed?" he thought to himself.

God arranged for him a sudden reunion after a long absence, and sent him a ruthless time, and a separation after a brief meeting.

After this separation, we will no longer have the expectation to meet again next time. This time we leave, we will say goodbye forever!

The little monk seemed to be aware of this problem. The world is so big that I don’t know if we will meet again next time.

"Brother Han!" The little monk didn't know when he stopped.

"What's wrong?" Han Fan also stopped and turned around and asked.

"If...I mean if..." The young monk couldn't continue talking at this point. Han Fen was a disciple of Confucianism and had a natural hostile relationship with people like her. She felt that there was no need to continue talking.

"Hmm, if..." Han Fan looked at the little monk with a smile and waited patiently for the next sentence.

Seeing Han Fan's familiar and long-lost gentle gesture, the young monk's persistence instantly relaxed, and he spoke out by accident:

"Do you care about my identity? Even if I am the type you hate." After saying this, the little monk realized that she was too impulsive. How could she say this? Her eyes dimmed, as if they were in a clear lake.

Pour a bucket of ink.

"You mean the Demon Cult?" Han Fan immediately thought of his own demon species and asked directly.

The little monk covered his mouth with both hands and shook his head desperately. Unknowingly, his eyes were wet with tears.

Han Fen smiled happily. He thought things were different and people had changed, but he didn't expect the young monk to have worries.

He waved his hand, and the half-gold and half-dark blue natal character floated out of his body.

The little monk stopped crying and stayed where he was.

"Did you see it? We are actually the same." Han Fen took back his birth name.
Chapter completed!