On the fifteenth day of July, Guanzhong, the weather is extremely hot.

Gu Fan held his chin with one hand and watched the scenery outside the bus go quickly behind him, and he couldn't help but feel very thoughtful.

Three hundred years ago, according to my grandfather's will, I returned to this mountain village, dug up my grandfather's grave, and took out a wooden box from it. However, from the time I returned to Chang'an City to open the wooden box, my destiny had already turned to another direction------Luotian Continent.

Since then, he has practiced in Luotian Continent. Because of humans, he has practiced the vitality and has a breakthrough in the Yuantu, Yuanshu, Yuan general, Yuanzhu, and Yuanjun.

Finally, he cultivated himself into Yuansheng in three hundred years, and was praised as the most talented practitioner in the world in ten thousand years - Luo Tian Yuansheng. With his cultivation of Yuansheng, he became a sweet son of the Temple of Heaven.

When he was in seclusion in the Temple of Heaven, breaking through Emperor Yuan and attracting the immortal energy, he realized that the practice of practice for three hundred years was actually a conspiracy, a great conspiracy that only made wedding dresses for others.

The cultivation level of the late Yuan Sheng period has not been fully consolidated, but the Emperor's Tribulation has arrived early.

At the moment when the Emperor's Tribulation came, the backlash of the martial arts took away all his cultivation. Gu Fan discovered that the conspiracy originated from the heavenly realm that did not seem to exist in all worlds.

Under the imperial disaster, just as it was destroyed, the woman who had always liked her but was ignored by her and was fascinated by her cultivation, saved her, or gave her a glimmer of hope.

That spiritual seed carries its last trace of its unforgettable soul through the long river of time and returns to today three hundred years ago.

Looking at the flying scenery outside the minibus, everything seemed so strange, but familiar.

If it weren't for the problem with the practice of the last practice, Gu Fan would have thought that the grandfather who raised him since childhood was dead, but at this time Gu Fan understood that the source of everything was the wooden box that was opened from his grandfather's coffin, and that wooden box was the beginning of the conspiracy.

"Grandpa's sudden death is related to the wooden box, and there must be a hidden truth in it."

Gu Fan pondered for a moment and secretly vowed in his heart: "Since I, Gu Fan, have been invincible and returned to three hundred years ago, then I will not let your conspiracy succeed. No matter who you are, how powerful you are, I, Gu Fan, relying on my unyielding fighting spirit, will definitely slaughter the heavens and seek justice."

The old things are in sight, and new blood is surging. Traveling back to three hundred years ago, the starting point of this conspiracy will no longer be trapped in the conspiracy, but will have to embark on a new path to killing the sky.

At this moment, looking at the familiar mountain village, Gu Fan began to gradually adapt to the current day, under the current of time, everything he had faced before.

Eight years ago, since his grandfather passed away, Gu Fan rarely returned to the village where he grew up.

"Fan'er, grandpa can't watch you grow up. Take good care of yourself. Eight years later, on the Zhongyuan Festival, you come back and dig open the grave of grandpa. There is a box inside. This is the only thing grandpa left to you. You must remember that you must wait for July 15th eight years later, and you cannot let anyone know the existence of this box, even if you Uncle Chu."

It seems that I know that the wooden box is of great importance, so my grandfather told me so carefully.

Today is the fifteenth day of July eight years after my grandfather’s death, the Zhongyuan Festival.

My grandfather's instructions before his death were still heard. Even after three hundred and eight years, Gu Fan still felt sad. The bus stopped beside a small cement road. It was already afternoon.

The moment Gu Fan stepped onto the concrete road, he seemed to have returned to his childhood in a trance.

At that time, the road had not been repaired, and the only dirt road leading to Guojiazhai was still in the back mountain.

Ling Fan looked up at the back mountain. There were green trees and more than half a person's height. I thought that the road was already deserted and I hadn't left for a long time.

He tightened his backpack tightly. Gu Fan looked along the cement road and could vaguely see the jungle covering the depths, and a village began to smoke.

Gu Fan turned around and walked along the grass and headed towards the already deserted dirt road in the back mountain. He moved to Guojiazhai since he was a child. With his grandfather and grandson, he was successfully accepted by the village by medical skills and lived for nearly ten years.

When grandfather did not build the house in the village, but in the back mountain. Gu Fan did not understand it at the beginning, but when the scene before grandfather died came to his mind, Gu Fan suddenly found that the house was built in the back mountain and did not want to have too much contact with the villagers. This seemed to be what grandfather had planned long ago.

Gu Fan has always clearly recorded the scene before his grandfather's death. The three hundred years of practice, and many nights, lingered in his dreams in his dreams late at night.

Gu Fan didn't even want to believe that his only relative in the world left him that night.

That evening, the thunder was loud, and then it started to rain. Grandpa who came into the mountains to collect herbs has not been back for a long time.

Ten-year-old Gu Fan was standing under the eaves of the house, holding a raincoat in his hand, and was about to go into the mountain to find his grandfather. Suddenly, he was shocked by the sound of the car horn.

The moment he walked out of the yard, Gu Fan saw two men from the funeral shop carrying a coffin into the yard, and grandfather followed behind with a medicine basket on his back.

It was already dark, and Gu Fan suddenly realized that he could not even see his grandfather's face. A bad premonition came to his mind. From beginning to end, his grandfather didn't say a word to him.

After a while, Ling Fan followed his grandfather into the yard and found that his grandfather had actually started digging holes in the yard.

Gu Fan put his raincoat on his grandfather, and suddenly he saw clearly that his grandfather's face turned out to be extremely blue, and his limbs were as stiff as mechanically when he dug a hole.

Gu Fan didn't understand it at the beginning, but now he understood that his grandfather was dead when he entered the yard, but some wonderful force supported his grandfather back, perhaps he was worried about himself.

Grandpa dug a hole soon, pushed the coffin into it, took out a wooden box from the medicine basket, and hugged the wooden box and lay in the coffin.

Gu Fan's heart was suddenly overwhelmed by a sudden sadness. He hurriedly jumped out of the pit and lay next to the coffin. He watched his grandfather's dark face slowly recover a little rosy, and shouted that grandfather should not leave him.

Gu Fan remembered it very clearly that the rain was heavy that day, and soon the water in the pit had flooded his knees.

Grandpa returned to a little rosy face and smiled at Gu Fan, "Fan'er, Grandpa is leaving, you should take good care of yourself."

He then told Gu Fan that in the Zhongyuan Festival eight years later, he would come to dig open the grave and take out the wooden box he brought into the coffin.

Only after following the dirt road flooded by weeds and walking to the courtyard wall that had collapsed halfway, Gu Fan came back to his mind.

The grass on the grave is growing lushly, which means that children and grandchildren are blessed in the countryside.

Looking at the graves, Gu Fan didn't even dare to think about how he buried his grandfather and how he scooped out the water from the tomb pit. So the rain stopped in the middle of the night that night.

After burying my grandfather, I lay on the grave and fell into a coma.

When I woke up again, I was already in a car, and Uncle Chu picked me up.

From then on, I left the yard where I had lived with my grandfather for nearly ten years.

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(End of this chapter)
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