Fan Guang knelt on the ground and raised his hand.


    He waved his hand in the air, then slapped him hard and slapped him in the face.


    Fan Guang didn''t speak.


    Peace did not speak.


    But he watched carefully.


    As a practitioner, peace is hundreds of times more sensitive to human life than ordinary people.


    Fan Guang is in a very bad state now. He has a trace of white hair in his hair, a beard all over his face, a black face and a thin body.


    "You eat very little and can''t sleep at night, right, fan Guang?"


    A peaceful voice can''t hear joy and anger.


    Fan Guang opened his mouth.


    He wanted to say something, but he couldn''t open his mouth. After a long time, he squeezed out a word:


    "Peace, I''m sorry for you... I didn''t find your mother... She disappeared the day the city broke down..."


    "I didn''t find mi long either..."


    "I''ve been looking for it in the city for a long time... Why can''t I find it..."


    "Peace, you entrusted me with such an important thing, but I... alas..."


    Six months ago, Jianchang city was broken.


    On that day, fan Guang hurried to the city in the evening.


    But he searched the whole city and couldn''t find Zou and mi long.


    Mi long''s family in Jianchang city also said they couldn''t find them.


    In the past six months, fan Guang was unwilling to eat and lay uneasy on his pillow, looking for traces of the two people everywhere.


    But I never got anything.


    The only thing that made him a little subtle was that he couldn''t even find the body.


    However, Pinghe doesn''t know where he has gone.


    The people who acted with peace said that peace was taken away by the immortal.


    Fan Guang didn''t know whether it was true or false, and he couldn''t find peace.


    The loss of two friends and the inability to complete his friends'' entrustment not only dealt a great blow to fan Guang, but also destroyed his health.


    Until the day before yesterday, fan Guang heard that an immortal came to the world in Jianchang city and hurried to find that the immortal was peaceful.


    "Fan Guang, I can''t blame you for this..."


    Peace tried to restrain himself, said.


    But his trembling voice betrayed his true mood.


    "I''ll find them. Don''t blame yourself any more."


    He put his hand on fan Guang''s shoulder.


    In his body, the spiritual power like water flows and transforms in a certain direction.


    Psychic power transpires the mana to restore attributes, and then forms into Qi healing, which falls on fan Guang.


    Ping he doesn''t know these details.


    All he knew was that he used magic to restore fan Guang''s health, and at the same time, his strength in his body decreased a bit.


    Peace is hard to measure how much less.


    "What Shifu said before is true..."


    "There is no aura in the world."


    "If I go down the mountain, I can''t continue to practice. And my strength is reduced by one point. Originally, this is not only a reminder that I''m not a secular person, but also a real rule..."


    Fan Guang''s face was full of surprise. He looked at his friend.


    Look up peacefully.


    He was standing in the street, and fan Guang was kneeling on the road. Around him, many people were looking at this side from a distance.


    People in this city are both respectful and afraid of peace. For a moment, they dare not approach.


    But peace was not in the mood to talk to them.


    After saying goodbye to fan, he left the street in a hurry.


    After that, peace searched day and night.


    Regardless of the consequences of spiritual power consumption, he used several small spells he could use at this stage, desperately looking for his mother.


    He used these three spells again and again and ran to several cities.


    However, these two people seemed to suddenly disappear in place, leaving no trace.


    Peace can perceive that the spiritual power in her body is rapidly consuming and cannot be replenished.


    However, he had no way to find his mother. He felt that everything was meaningless.


    During this process, several groups of people came to him and seemed to ask him for help.


    However, he didn''t have time and refused all.


    As time went by, peace became more and more desperate.


    Unknowingly, he returned to Fenhe city and the small village where he was born and grew up.


    At night, quietly, peacefully carrying a jar of liquor, he staggered into the house.


    The room was cold and quiet.


    He opened his mother''s door hopefully and wandered on the bed with warm eyes.


    However, No.


    He sat down peacefully on the ground, picked up the wine jar and looked up.


    The liquor rolled down his throat with a hot feeling.


    "Mother..."


    Whisper peacefully to yourself.


    He has always been a person who loves cleanliness. Since his practice, his temperament is also excellent, but now he is so decadent that he is no different from a tramp.


    Unconsciously, the sky outside the window has been dimly lit.


    In the twilight of the morning, someone sighed.


    The room lit up.


    Peace, look up along the light, it''s snow.


    White snowflakes are reflecting the morning light outside the window.


    But now, it''s July.


    It is impossible to have snow in July, unless the gods come.


    Countless snowflakes are flying indoors, and a familiar figure appears in front of peace.


    Peace struggled to get up and salute.


    "Master, I''m sorry..."


    His heart was full of shame.


    "Peace, you really let me down."


    Wen Ling looked at the peace on the ground and his voice was low.


    There was no excuse for peace for a moment, so he had to bow his head and admit his mistake.


    "I''m here to ask you something and tell you something."


    "Peace, what did you dream about and why did you want to wake up from your dream?"


    Wen Ling''s eyes are wise and warm.


    Pinghe looked into master''s eyes and unconsciously relaxed.


    He recalled his dream of that day.


    "I dreamed of a beautiful world."


    "In this world, I have not lost anything, but also gained a lot..."


    "But I have to wake up, because my mother still needs me and many people need me. I can''t indulge in dreams anymore."


    Peace tells the thoughts at that time.


    However, the next moment, Wen Ling said a word.


    This sentence completely surprised peace.


    He said:


    "Peace, if in the real world, your mother has died, your friends have died, Changguo has died, the people have obeyed, no one needs you, and everything you expect has become empty, are you still willing to wake up?"


    The peaceful eyes suddenly lost focus.


    After a while, peace asked:


    "I... what''s wrong with my mother now?"


    "Zou and mi long are no longer alive."


    The peaceful throat twitched a few times, as if to say something, but didn''t say anything.


    He froze for a moment. Suddenly he fell to the ground and fainted.


    Wen Ling looked at him sympathetically.


    After a while, Huang Si appeared silently.


    A mass of aura was suspended not far from him, but it always kept a distance.


    "Master." Wen Ling bowed and then asked, "look at this..."