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When Wen Bufan came back in a hurry, he saw Yao Bai standing alone in the courtyard with a water ladle, and Huang Li leaning against the courtyard wall outside the door, looking at the setting sun.

Huang Li stopped him when he entered the door, "I still need to trouble you to bring him out."

"Xiaobai." Wen Bufan stepped forward, raised his hand and gently rubbed the back of his neck, his tone was as soft as a cloud: "You have to go home now."

Yao Bai looked up at him, then lowered his head to stare at the toe of the shoe covered in yellow mud, a little stubbornly: "When I go home, they will tell my father is dead."

Wen Bufan's voice is very soft, he has always spoken gently, always word for word, even the speed of speech rarely fluctuates.The wind came in from the wide-open courtyard door, and Yao Bai always felt that the voice in his ears was faint, and it sounded a bit disharmonious to his ears, "Although father is gone, there is still mother at home, and your brother is outside the door."

After a long time, Yao Bai raised his head, tears rolled down his eyes quietly: "Can you stay with me?"

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After the death of a fairy with a cultivation level like Emperor Qingling, his body and soul returned to the earth together, and not even half of his scales remained.There is only one statue standing in the empty shrine for later priests to look up and commemorate.

Compared with the remembrance and grief of mortals for their lost relatives, the death of Emperor Qingling seems to be just a slight wrinkle on the surface of the Tian Gen River. Everyone just stared at the statue for a moment, made a sad expression, and then dispersed one after another.

The end of cultivating immortality and becoming a god is cold and heartless, Yao Bai suddenly felt sad.He began to miss those lively and lovely mortals in Lingzhou City.

The empress stood in front of the statue with her head slightly bowed, her dignified and elegant face was a little tired, and a few strands of hair hung down from her rolled up bun, which looked a little messy.She walked in front of Yaobai, raised her hand and gently wiped away the tears on her youngest son's face, the grief in her eyes suddenly turned into tears.

Seeing his mother's tears, Yao Bai immediately panicked, "Mother."

The empress held Yaobai's hand, her empty eyes could only shed tears, "It's useless if it's the mother."

The father left suddenly, and the brothers who were busy running outside all came back.Everyone often gathers and sits outside the father's shrine from morning to night.It seems that everyone is silent, and my father is still in the hall, and will send out the little priest next to him to tell them to go in after a while.

Yao Bai looked at the sun that was about to fall in the sky, and asked Huang Li beside him, "Is sister still not back?"

He didn't see Sang Su after he returned to God's Realm. The third brother said that she went to the extreme north river to cross the soul a few days ago.

Huang Li said, "I think it's still on the way back."

Yaobai blinked his dry eyes, he hasn't been sleeping well these days, and at night he always lies in his den listening to the wind in the sycamore forest.The only thing his father left him was this sycamore forest, and he always felt very sad when he thought of it.Wen Bufan is not used to sleeping on trees, and would come up to accompany him every time he saw him lying on the tree and not talking.

Wen Bufan sat on the branch, and Yao Bai turned into his original body and lay on his lap, "It's strange, I don't seem to be so sad, but I just think of the days when my father was still alive." Yao Bai put his head on Wen Bufan's palm, Looking at Xingyue Guanghui in Lin Zhong, "In the past, I always felt that the time I spent with my father was still very long. Now that I think about it, there are very few things I can remember."

"I seem to understand why mortals have to go to the Naihe Bridge to erase their memories after a hundred years. When they are alive, they must remember everything very firmly. They must remember the people they miss and the things they are happy about."

Wen Bufan gently stroked Yao Bai's back until Yao Bai fell asleep in his arms.

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The night came in the blink of an eye, and the full moon shone brightly, casting a layer of quiet light on the scattered temples in the God Realm.

Yaobai came out of his father's shrine and walked aimlessly under the moonlight. He stopped to watch when he saw water, and stopped when he saw flowers.For some reason, spending time is his favorite thing to do these days.

Before I knew it, I came to an unknown small lake.There is a water pavilion in the middle of the lake, which is connected to the shore by a small straight bridge.The flowers by the river are blooming very well, especially the Bingdi lotus on both sides of the small bridge. The flowers and leaves are so prosperous that they almost drown the bridge deck.Yaobai walked up the bridge, and the quiet lotus fragrance drifted into the lungs along the wind.

He took a deep breath, feeling much relieved.

As he was walking, he suddenly saw a figure standing in the water pavilion.Originally, their backs were facing each other, but when they saw him approaching, they turned around and called out with a smile, "Your Highness Nine."

The voice was somewhat familiar, Yaobai raised his eyes to look at his face, and it was Tianxuan Shenjun standing gracefully under the moonlight.

Yaobai is not familiar with this god, but he only knows that he has lived for a long time.He remembered that when Shenjun couldn't beat his father in chess, he would play around. If his father didn't allow him, he would slap the table and yell: "Let me take a step! Don't forget that when you were young, I pissed on you!"

Yaobai stopped for a while, feeling a little strange, there are several shrines and Tiangen River from Xuanji Palace, so he wouldn't walk so far after a meal to digest food.

Tianxuan still stood with his hands tied looking at him, Yao Bai suddenly felt as if he was waiting here specially for him.

He had no choice but to walk over and greet the elder: "Good evening, Shenjun."

Tianxuan looked at him, nodded and said: "Well, I'm still in good spirits, I think I've recovered." After speaking, she turned around and sat down, and poured a cup of tea for Yaobai.

Yaobai glanced at the extra tea bowl, his heart really was true, but he didn't know why Tianxuan was looking for him specifically, and he would never come to comfort him at this time of bereavement.

"I heard that Qingling met you in the human world before he left." The conversation started unexpectedly, Tianxuan called his father's name directly, and there was a trace of intimacy between the elders and the younger in his words.The water pavilion is surrounded by water on three sides, separating a private world, and Yao Bai's gaze falls on the sparkling lake.

After a while, Yao Bai lowered his eyes and unconsciously clenched the teacup, "Yes."

He remembered the last time he saw his father.According to what my mother said, my father was already in poor health at that time.He experienced several fierce battles and was covered in injuries.

It was dark at that time, and he could only see half of his father lying in the grass, his tail hanging in the water swaying from time to time.Maybe at that time his lower body was covered with scars, so he didn't want to come ashore.The reason why the tail wags in sleep is because there is something eating flesh and blood under the water.

"Shenjun." Yaobai looked at Tianxuan, and expressed his doubts: "Why did my father die? My mother said that he was seriously injured when he was alive. Who hurt him?" He asked his mother and his third brother the same thing. Huang Li.Mother would just watch him cry.His third brother was not silent, he just looked at him and said, "Xiao Jiu, these are meaningless."

Yaobai had a premonition that God Tianxuan would give him the answer.

Tianxuan was silent for a moment, then stood up and walked to the water's edge, looking at Dangkong Haoyue: "Perhaps your Highness can listen to me tell a story about the past."