The next half month.
Yang Fan seemed like a different person, going to school to give lectures every day.
During this period, he also visited Han Bing's alma mater several times.
This made Zhou Haitao so excited that he almost erected a statue of Yang Fan in their school.
Until this night.
Yang Fan went home to rest after school as usual.
After falling asleep, he had a dream.
In his dream, Yang Fan saw the woman in red who had appeared in his mind countless times but whose identity he could not remember.
Different from before.
This time, it was no longer her back.
Yang Fan saw her raising her head.
I saw a tear fall.
At that moment, Yang Fan subconsciously reached out to catch it.
Then.
He woke up from his dream with a start.
He sat up in bed in shock, keeping his hands raised.
But his hands were empty, there was nothing.
Buzz!
The shocking ancient sword flew out of his body, making a buzzing sound.
Yang Fan turned his head and looked at it.
For some unknown reason, an inexplicable aura of sadness emanated from the shocking ancient sword.
Yang Fan was stunned and frowned as he began to think.
A moment later.
His spiritual consciousness sank into the depths of his sea of consciousness again and came to the Heaven-Suppressing Coffin.
The Heaven-Suppressing Coffin lay there quietly.
In the coffin, a green lotus was blooming.
There are several lotus seeds on the lotus.
One is missing.
The missing one saved Han Bing's life in the ancestral corpse land.
"Who on earth...did I forget?"
"Is it the Green Emperor? Who is the Green Emperor?"
Yang Fan muttered to himself, still unable to remember.
His consciousness returned to his body, and the ancient sword suddenly flew up from the bed beside him.
Yang Fan looked at it.
The shocking ancient sword seemed to have a spirit, emitting a faint light on its surface.
Then, it wrote the three words "Sword Burial Valley" in the air in front of Yang Fan.
"Sword Burial Valley?"
Yang Fan was stunned and frowned again.
Looking at the light of the shocking ancient sword gradually fading, he knew... after resting for so long, it was time to leave.
although.
Yang Fan didn't know why the Jingtian Ancient Sword asked him to go to the Sword Burial Valley.
But he had a vague feeling that going there...maybe he could uncover the truth and remember who he had forgotten.
the next day.
He came to Mengxi Middle School and gave his last lecture to all his younger classmates.
After finishing his speech, he said his final goodbyes to his boss Zhang Dongliang, Qin Baihe and a few others.
Afterwards, he left Fengcheng quietly, just like when he came.
After leaving Fengcheng, Yang Fan headed south.
The location of the Sword Burial Valley is close to Pangu City.
But it is still some distance away from Pangu City.
Yang Fan did not stay in Pangu City, but went directly to the Sword Burial Valley.
Because he was eager to know what the strange dream he had last night meant.
Why would the ancient sword suddenly let out a mournful cry and guide him here when all was fine?
Near dusk, Yang Fan arrived at the Sword Burial Valley.
A sense of vicissitudes, antiquity, and desolation came from the Sword Burial Valley ahead.
Yang Fan still remembers the first time he came here.
At that time, he was being chased by the old dog Su Tianguo and came here to escape.
Later... he tried hard to think, but he couldn't remember who helped him.
Yang Fan shook his head and stopped thinking about it.
He raised his foot and stepped into the Sword Burial Valley.
Buzz!
Buzz!
Suddenly, a buzzing sound was heard.
The broken and rusty ancient swords in the entire Sword Burial Valley seemed to sense his arrival.
They all rang their swords and trembled slightly.
The next moment.
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