Chapter 98 Chapter 98 Long Aotian's Father 12
Zhuozhuo was waiting for Fengfeng to show his face, and his little head turned around like a rattle, wanting to see it first.
The next second, the spinning little head was pinned down. Fengfeng's voice was as steady and calm as ever, "No. I won't let you watch."
Zhuozhuo was not disappointed and said, "Fengfeng talks a lot and Zhuozhuo likes to listen. It feels so familiar." This made Zhuozhuo feel a sense of familiarity.
Fengfeng was silent for a moment, then chuckled and said something ambiguous, "Who do you think my voice resembles?"
"Hmm..." Zhuozhuo frowned, thinking hard, mumbling, "Who does he look like? Who does Fengfeng look like?" She scratched the back of her head with her little hand, unable to remember. She said in a baby voice, "Fengfeng is Fengfeng. No matter who Fengfeng looks like, Fengfeng is still Fengfeng."
As she spoke, Zhuozhuo began to laugh, shaking her head like a little lunatic. She opened her arms and made a gesture of hugging the air, saying happily, "Wind, wind, wind, it's Zhuozhuo's wind."
"What is it of yours?" Holding Zhuozhuo's wrist again to refine the spiritual energy, "Fengfeng" asked casually.
"What is what?"
"What is the relationship between you and me?"
"Fengfeng is Zhuozhuo's good friend."
"The same bad boy from Qingyuan Sect? No, change someone else." "Fengfeng" was very disgusted and said it in a nonchalant tone. He did not take Qingyuan Sect, which was known as the number one sect in the world of immortal cultivation, seriously at all.
Zhuozhuo hadn't realized who the "bad boy from the Qingyuan Sect" was, otherwise she would have definitely argued that "Senior Brother isn't bad." Now, she was stumped by Fengfeng's question. She tilted her head and thought for a while, then suddenly an idea struck her. She said, "Fengfeng is everything to Zhuozhuo, and Zhuozhuo is Fengfeng's host!"
These words struck a chord with 9972, and even though the barrier was interfering, it caught on immediately. It suddenly let out a sharp, explosive cry, "Baby! You can't say it!"
However, Zhuozhuo couldn't hear 9972's voice and only waited expectantly for Fengfeng's response. She felt that she was absolutely right this time, because Fengfeng was just like Tianquan, talking to her and playing with her, and they were both blind.
Perhaps sensing the burning expectations, Fengfeng did not express obvious ridicule or contempt for everything. He simply said, "I am not everything to you. Keep thinking."
Zhuozhuo uttered an "Ah" in disappointment. She couldn't figure out what the relationship between herself and "Fengfeng" was. She didn't embarrass herself any more, but said softly, "Zhuozhuo can't figure it out, Fengfeng will tell me."
"Think for yourself."
Zhuozhuo hummed, wanting "Fengfeng" to help her. Suddenly, 9972's previous complaints about the male protagonist Long Aotian popped up in her mind, and she said loudly: "Fengfeng is Zhuozhuo's jade pendant grandfather!"
She even found an excuse for not being able to see Fengfeng, "Where is the jade pendant that Fengfeng lives in? Zhuozhuo doesn't have the jade pendant, so he can't see Grandpa Fengfeng!"
"Fengfeng" was silent for a while and said, "Although I have lived a long life, I don't look old. But you can call me grandpa." His tone was serious but subtle.
Zhuozhuo shouted happily: "Grandpa!"
"It's 'Grandpa'."
"grandfather!"
"Um."
"Where is grandpa's jade pendant?" When he thought about seeing "Fengfeng", his eyes lit up and he shook his little head excitedly.
"Fengfeng" didn't say anything, but a palm-sized green jade pendant appeared out of thin air in front of Zhuozhuo. It was the color of grass and leaves, and there was something like a live fish swimming slowly in the jade pendant.
Zhuozhuo was delighted. She held the jade pendant carefully, turning it over and over, and gradually she felt that her breathing was synchronized with the jade pendant. But when asked to explain how the jade pendant breathed, she couldn't explain it. She just felt that the entire jade pendant exuded a strong vitality.
"Little genius." Fengfeng sighed softly, "What a pity."
After playing with it like a treasure for a while, Zhuozhuo suddenly started to search her body, but found nothing, so she began to lie down in the pool to look for it.
"What are you looking for?"
"Bell, red bell, so beautiful. How come it's gone?" Zhuozhuo stared at the pond, confusion gradually emerging in his clear eyes. He said blankly, "Zhuozhuo is sleeping, not taking a bath. Where's Daddy?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the mist-shrouded pool was like a shattered mirror. Zhuozhuo was startled and suddenly woke up. She stared at Chengchen above with wide eyes, then turned her head to look at the quilt and Yan Bufan sitting cross-legged, and she became even more confused.
"Tongtong, this is so strange." Zhuozhuo subconsciously called 9972 in her mind. Before she realized that 9972 could no longer be contacted, Fengfeng's voice rang in her ears, "That was just your dream, and now you're awake."
At the age of three, she was able to create a dream that could accommodate her. Even with his protection and the blessing of spiritual energy, it was still remarkable, which showed that Zhuozhuo's soul was very strong. After Zhuozhuo discovered the irrationality of the dream, the dream was broken and she naturally woke up.
Zhuozhuo instinctively looked down and saw that the green jade pendant was still in her hand. She smiled happily. She twisted her body and searched around on the bed, finally finding the small bell under the pillow.
"Fengfeng, look quickly." Zhuozhuo held up the bell and whispered, "This is a gift from my senior brother."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bell was blown away by the wind. Feng Feng said, "This is fake. Next time I will bring you the real Dong Huang Bell."
Zhuozhuo said childishly, "I don't want the yellow bell, I want the red bell. The bell was given to me by my senior brother."
The bell was carried by the wind and sent to Zhuozhuo's hand. "Fengfeng" said: "Then let's see if he is willing to give it to you for real."
Zhuozhuo held the bell in her arms, wanting to ask who "he" was and why she still couldn't see "Fengfeng" when she heard the door open. Zhuozhuo looked up and saw Hua Duoyou scanning the room with a cold expression. She inexplicably felt that Hua Duoyou was in danger at this moment and whispered, "Brother."
Hua Duoyou put on a smile and walked in casually but cautiously. He asked with a smile, "Who were you talking to, Junior Sister Zhuozhuo?"
"Talk to Grandpa Fengfeng, and he'll give Zhuozhuo a jade pendant." Zhuozhuo raised her hand to show Hua Duoyou the jade pendant, but Hua Duoyou stared at her hand for a while and said, "What kind of jade pendant is it? Senior Brother, you didn't see it."
"Hey?" Zhuozhuo looked at the jade pendant that was as big as her hand. She stood up, walked around Yan Bufan and came to Hua Duoyou, trying to raise her small hand. "Brother, did you see it?"
Hua Duoyou bent down and looked carefully. His intuition was warning him frantically that there was something very important in Zhuozhuo's hand that he must see. However, he tried his best, even used the hidden power of his bloodline, but it was as if he was blinded by the way of heaven and saw nothing.
Hua Duoyou suppressed the shock in his heart, shook his head gently, and said gently: "I didn't see it. This must be the adventure of my junior sister. Can you tell me, senior brother, how did you get this jade pendant?"
Zhuozhuo no longer insisted on being seen by Hua Duoyou, and began to tell in a baby voice how he fell asleep and woke up in a pool full of mist. He kept telling this story until Hua Duoyou pushed the door open and came in. After finishing his story, Zhuozhuo said regretfully, "Brother, if you had come earlier, you could have talked to Grandpa Fengfeng."
Hua Duoyou laughed, not saying that this "Grandpa Fengfeng" probably left after seeing him come in. He glanced at Yan Bufan, who had already left his cultivation state after he came in, and said, "Junior Sister Zhuozhuo, what should your father call your grandpa?"
Yan Bufan opened his eyes and said, "Zhuozhuo doesn't have a grandfather."
"Yes." Before Zhuozhuo could be happy, Yan Bufan woke up and raised his little hand to let him see the jade pendant. "Grandpa gave Zhuozhuo the jade pendant."
Yan Bufan looked at Zhuozhuo's hand calmly. In his eyes, there was nothing there. He reached out and held Zhuozhuo's hand, and did not feel any obstruction.
"Junior Sister Zhuozhuo, have you confused dreams with reality?" Hua Duoyou seemed to completely regard Zhuozhuo's words as childish nonsense, and joked, "Junior Brother Yan is probably still a child who needs care in your heart." Otherwise, why would you dream of finding a father for him?
Hua Duoyou didn't say anything more. After all, Yan Bufan's father died unjustly, so it was not appropriate to joke about it.
Yan Bufan said calmly, "Zhuozhuo has a kind heart."
After exchanging a few words with Hua Duoyou, Yan Bufan escorted him out, closed the door, and turned to look at Zhuo Zhuo, who was already drowsy on the bed. Hua Duoyou might not have been sure about the existence of "Feng Feng", but the second time he heard the name, Yan Bufan knew that there was something wrong with "Feng Feng".
Who is "Fengfeng", the genius who appeared in the mortal world and was able to hide from the immortal sects and the world of immortal cultivation? What is his purpose in finding Zhuozhuo?
Yan Bufan felt that his understanding of the world of immortal cultivation was too limited. When he encountered something, he couldn't even judge what the other party wanted to do. He coaxed Zhuozhuo to sleep and went out to borrow some books from Hua Duoyou that introduced the basic situation of the world of immortal cultivation.
Hua Duoyou handed over a stack of books and then took out a jade slip. He smiled and said, "I haven't congratulated you yet, Junior Brother, for creating your own cultivation method. This aptitude is rare in a thousand years. This is a jade slip, a 'book' used by the immortal world to record things. Reading and engraving require the use of spiritual consciousness. Junior Brother, you can give it a try."
"Thank you, Senior Brother Hua." Yan Bufan hadn't expected that cultivating on his own would be such a rare opportunity, but he didn't become complacent. Not to mention that there are always people better than you, Yan Bufan could only draw Qi into his body right now, and he had no idea how to proceed. If he wanted to advance, he still needed to become a disciple and practice diligently.
After returning to his room, Yan Bufan attempted to read the jade slip using his spiritual sense. Initially, he struggled, and after finally gaining control, he felt dizzy, exhausted, and at his limit. Yan Bufan put the jade slip away and began to read.
After reading this, Yan Bufan found that his memory had improved a lot. Before, he had to read a book two or three times before he could memorize it, but now he can remember everything he read, and his reading speed has greatly improved.
At daybreak, Yan Bufan learned about the general situation of the world of immortal cultivation. In contrast to the mortal world, there is the world of cultivation, which is divided into five realms: the world of immortal cultivation, the world of demons, the world of monsters, the world of spirits, and the world of ghosts.
The demon world is where demons live, the ghost world is the underworld in the mortal world's strange stories, and the immortal world is where cultivators who practice spiritual energy and some people who have no spiritual roots and poor aptitude and cannot practice gather.
The demon world is similar to the world of immortal cultivation, except that the inhabitants are not real demons, but cultivators who cultivate with demonic energy.
The Spirit World is the most special and mysterious. For eons, it has been accessible only to those who leave but never to those who enter, never allowing any outsider to glimpse its true nature. Cultivators who emerge from the Spirit World possess precious treasures, exceptional talents, and unique techniques, often wreaking havoc in the world of cultivation.
The book does not reveal the ending of the spiritual cultivators, but Yan Bufan speculated based on the known information that most of them had a miserable end. They were often like meteors, leaving a strong mark in the world of cultivation before ending tragically very quickly.
"Daddy."
Zhuozhuo's muffled voice came from behind him, and it was obvious that she was still asleep. Yan Bufan responded and turned around to see Zhuozhuo fiddling with the bell in a daze. Looking more closely, she was trying to tie something to the bell's string.
Yan Bufan immediately thought of the jade pendant that only Zhuozhuo could see. He said, "You want to tie the jade pendant and the bell together?"
"Um!"
"I'll teach you."
Yan Bufan found two ropes and tied them together slowly.
Zhuozhuo did it twice and cheered, "It's tied!" She held the jade pendant bell string and looked at it. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it. She said in a milky voice, "It's so beautiful. Daddy, this is the most beautiful bell Zhuozhuo has ever seen. This is the most beautiful jade pendant Zhuozhuo has ever seen!"
"This is also the most beautiful bell I have ever seen." Yan Bufan said strangely: "Zhuozhuo, do you know the spirit world?"
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