Feng Lingyun frowned. Isn't this an illusion? Why does it seem to be talking to them?
"Xiaofan, what's going on?"
"It should be regrets." Ning Fan frowned and said, "I don't mean to disturb you, this junior."
"It doesn't matter. No one has come here for many years. Please come in."
Ning Fan thought about it and walked in.
After entering the main hall, the figure walked to the back mountain and sat under a tree.
"Senior, who are you?"
"A lonely soul that doesn't want to go away, lingering here." The middle-aged man sighed.
Because Ning Fan has Yin Yang eyes, he can see the essence through illusions.
Under the tree, there was a skull that had been dead for a long time, with a hole in its forehead.
The good thing is that the power emanating from this human skull condensed into this middle-aged man.
The physical body of a middle-aged man during his lifetime was this set of human bones.
"sit!"
Ning Fan and Feng Lingyun sat down.
The middle-aged man took out his cup, picked up a leaf from this old tree, and began to brew tea.
Suddenly, a burst of fragrance escaped.
"It smells so good," Feng Lingyun said.
"Senior, what kind of tea is this?"
"In my time, it was called Enlightenment Tea, but don't you know now?"
Ning Fan nodded: "In today's era, the vitality of heaven and earth has been exhausted. All races have already migrated to the stars to practice another system. This kind of tea is basically nowhere to be seen."
"Times have changed." The middle-aged man sighed.
"Senior, what era were you in?"
"Ancient."
This shocked Ning Fan to the extreme. It can be believed that there were still strong people surviving in ancient times.
But in the ancient times, it was still millions of years ago. After all, it was too glorious at that time, and it took hundreds of thousands of years for an era to change.
Ancestor Qilin and the others were just strong men from ancient times.
Eternal, ancient, ancient, ancient.
The period from eternity to ancient times spans more than one million years, and the period from ancient times to ancient times is at least a million years.
This is such a distant and vicissitudes of life number.
In the past, before the troubled times, Ning Fan could live to be two or three hundred years old, but now he has to use ten thousand years as the minimum calculation unit.
Looking back now, it feels like a dream.
The middle-aged man in front of me is really a living fossil.
Ning Fan digested the news and asked: "Senior, why don't you ask how the endless era is going?"
Hearing this, the middle-aged man smiled: "No need to ask, even if you ask, it can't change the facts. I have been buried in the long past, and now is the era of your generation."
"Have tea!"
"Thank you!"
Ning Fan politely picked up the tea cup and took a sip. His thoughts were immediately pulled into a fantasy space.
This is a world from the future, surrounded by towering ancient trees.
The ancient trees were covered with complex patterns at every moment. Ning Fan took a closer look and found that they were avenue patterns.
"Enlightenment tea, enlightenment..."
When you reach Ning Fan's level, it's more about understanding and enlightenment. Of course, Ning Fan still needs to temper his body for the path he takes.
Ning Fan looked at the lines in front of him over and over again, as if every line was a world.
Corresponding to the saying that one flower is one world...