Fantasy: I, The Longevity Body, Have Survived Ten Generations Of Geniuses

"good!"

Ye Fan pushed open the room on the second floor of the inn and found that although the building of the inn was a little dilapidated, the interior decoration was pretty good.

It's no problem to stay there for a while.

The room is not small, about 40 to 50 square meters, but it only has one bed.

There is a washroom with mountain spring water supplied from a bamboo pipe.

Soon, Chen Muxin also walked into the room, his expression a little unnatural.

Obviously, what the old woman said to her just now made her feel a little confused.

Although Ye Fan and Chen Muxin are both monks, they both retain the habit of sleeping and resting.

It was already late at night. After Chen Muxin washed himself, he went to bed to rest, but he inevitably felt a little uneasy.

"This little girl!" Ye Fan shook his head and sighed.

Although he is not a gentleman, he is not a lecher either.

The room was big enough, so Ye Fan decided to put in an extra bed.

He sunk his mind into the system space, found a tree at random, cut it down and made a wooden bed.

Soon, Ye Fan extinguished the lights in the room, released Boss Teng, and secretly protected him and Chen Muxin, and then fell asleep himself.

"Come...I'll come, come...I'll come..."

In the dark night, Ye Fan felt someone calling him.

"Who called me?"

Ye Fan, who had fallen asleep, did not wake up. Instead, while half asleep and half awake, a spiritual thought left Youlai Inn following the summoning voice.

Wandering to an unknown place.

"Sure enough, he is the descendant of Brother Li Dao! It's so good. It seems that my inheritance is well established."

The old and illusive voice was full of surprises.

"Who's here?"

Ye Fan was confused and suddenly found himself in an uninhabited wilderness, standing on a low hill.

An old man with white beard and hair and a face like a crown of jade was looking at him with a smile not far away.

"Who is the senior?"

Ye Fan vaguely felt that he was dreaming, but he had never seen this person before, so why was he dreaming about him?

"I, Li Tianyang, although my body is dead, my spirit is intact! I summoned you because I have important matters!"

"Li Tianyang? This name seems familiar. I seem to have heard it somewhere.

Ye Fan couldn't remember when he heard this name, but he was certain that he had indeed heard it.

"It turns out to be Senior Li. You called this junior here. What's the matter?"

"I want to hand over my inheritance to you. Remember, there is something under my statue that you remember to pick up. As long as you can pass the test, all the wealth I have learned and accumulated in my life will be handed over to you."

"Don't let my inheritance be cut off, remember this!"

"Senior Li!"

Ye Fan wanted to stop the old man, but he looked around and saw no sign of the old man anywhere.

"Senior, don't go, what do you mean by what you just said! Don't go, don't go!"

Ye Fan sat up on the bed, opened his eyes and looked around, and then realized that he had woken up.

"What's going on? I had such a strange dream!"

Ye Fan stroked his forehead, feeling really strange.

Generally speaking, cultivators rarely dream, except under some special circumstances.

"Brother Ye, are you okay?"

Ye Fan suddenly shouted in the middle of the night, which naturally woke Chen Muxin up early.

Chen Muxin also sat up from the bed and looked at Ye Fan worriedly.

"It's okay, I just had a strange dream!"

Ye Fan stared and thought carefully, did he just dream of Li Tianyang?

Li Tianyang also asked him to go under a certain statue to pick up an object.

The dream was so real, he remembered it clearly.

Could it be that Li Tianyang, who has been dead for tens of thousands of years, is really entrusted with a dream?

"dream?"

Chen Muxin was a little surprised. It was not an ordinary thing for cultivators to have dreams.

It means that something is going to happen, and serious misfortune may occur.

"Brother Ye, you need to be careful when going out these days!"

"Well, Mu Xin, it's okay, let's continue sleeping!"

Ye Fan nodded and lay down again.

He planned to inquire tomorrow to see if Ji Tianyang had a mausoleum or something like that.

The next morning, Ye Fan asked Chen Muxin to stay in the inn temporarily, while he went out early.

"Is there a tomb of Tianyang outside the city?"

After some inquiries, Ye Fan finally got some news.

It is said that Li Tianyang committed suicide and was martyred in the dark Late Stage, leaving no trace of his body. However, in order to commemorate this sage of the human race, later generations still built a tomb for him.

Ye Fan did not find out the specific location of the tomb. He only knew that it was located to the west of Heavenly Sun City.

“Although it’s just a dream, let’s go find it!”

Ye Fan pondered for a moment and decided to look in the west direction of the city.

Otherwise, the old man might come looking for him again in the future, which would also be a troublesome matter.

Thinking of this, Ye Fan left Heavenly Sun City and searched all the way west.

"It's strange. I've searched hundreds of miles around here. Where can I find Li Tianyang's tomb?"

A hundred miles away from Heavenly Sun City, Ye Fan stood among the hills and looked around with a confused expression.

He searched for a long time and found that there was a hill with 0.7 mounds here, which was somewhat similar to the environment in the dream.

But he searched here for a long time and still found nothing.

As for other places, he also searched carefully two or three times, but also did not find Li Tianyang's tomb.

"It's strange. Could it be that because it has been too long, Li Tianyang's tomb has long been lost in the dust of history?"

When Ye Fan was puzzled, a bleak sound of the piano came into his ears.

The melodious sound of the piano seems to be full of endless vicissitudes of life.

"I don't know who is playing the piano here. I'm afraid this person is not an ordinary person!"

With curiosity in mind, Ye Fan quietly escaped towards the direction of the sound of the piano.

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