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

"The falling clouds and the solitary owl fly together, and the autumn water and the sky become one color together!"

As the sun sets, Yangguan Lake is enveloped in a glow, and a lonely fishing boat is drifting not far from the shore of the lake. It reminds Ye Fan of this eternal masterpiece from his previous life.

"Brother also knows poetry?"

Shen Qin'er glanced at Ye Fan in surprise.

"This poem was not written by me, but by an ancient man named Wang Bo.

"I see."

"What a poem! It really fits the occasion!"

A slightly older voice came from the lake.

Ye Fan and Shen Qin'er looked towards the lake, but it was what a white-haired fisherman said on a fishing boat not far from the shore.

"Old man, this poem was not written by me, but I borrowed it from someone else's poem."

Ye Fan smiled slightly and bowed his hands politely to the old fisherman.

"Haha, the young master is quite sincere. I wonder if the young master's surname is Ye?"

"Exactly, does the old man recognize this junior?"

Ye Fan was a little surprised. He looked at the old fisherman with a slightly focused look, but found that he did not recognize this person.

"It's a long story. Sir, would you like to come on board and have a drink with me?"

"It is better to obey orders than to be respectful!"

Ye Fan's eyes flashed and he nodded in agreement.

He took Shen Qin'er onto the old fisherman's boat.

This boat is just the most ordinary wooden boat in the world, there is nothing special about it.

But the old fisherman is not an ordinary person, but a monk of the Core Formation Stage.

"I wonder how the old man recognizes this junior?"

Ye Fan got on the boat and asked curiously.

"It's just a guess. I saw that the young master is a good talker, so I tried to test him. I never thought that the young master is really the person I am waiting for."

The old fisherman took out several pots of rice wine and began to warm it on a small charcoal stove.

He took out more than ten fresh lake fish just caught from the lake and started grilling the fish.

"Oh, I don't know who the old man is. Did he come here specially to wait for the younger generation?"

Ye Fan's eyes flickered, and he felt a little strange.

"Master Ye is indeed smart! I am indeed here to wait for you."

The old fisherman nodded and said: "My surname is Li, and I am a descendant of Patriarch Tianyang.

"I see. Could it be that Senior Li also gave me a dream?"

Ye Fan was startled, remembering the strange dream he had, and couldn't help but blurt it out.

"Exactly, a few days ago, our ancestors suddenly gave me a dream and asked me to wait for Mr. Ye's arrival in this lake.

"I see!"

Ye Fan suddenly understood, and at the same time he was also a little curious. After Li Tianyang fell for so long, could it be that he really had no trace of his soul and still had a lingering memory in the world?

"No rush, let's drink a few glasses of rice wine first."

The old fisherman worked hard with a smile. When the wine was warm, he also grilled the fish.

So, the three of them ate the most common rice wine and an ordinary lake fish.

"The world is so troubled. It would be great if there weren't so many intrigues and plots against each other."

In the quiet night, Ye Fan couldn't help but sigh.

"What Mr. Ye said is absolutely true! The world is full of chaos and hustle and bustle for profit! If there were not so many ambitions, how could there be endless fighting?"

The old fisherman also sighed with emotion, shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity that there are few people in the world as open-minded as Mr. Ye, so this fight will never stop."

"That's what the old man said!"

Ye Fan quite agrees with this. In fact, even if the Cangxuan Immortal Cultivation World does not have the Demon Race and the Sea Clan being so aggressive, the human race will still be fighting openly and secretly within it.

This is something that is hard to avoid.

"Master Ye, take note of the old man's words..."

The old fisherman began to transmit messages and told the secret about Li Tianyang's treasure place.

"Young master, please remember that if possible, you can choose a kind-hearted person to inherit the inheritance of Patriarch Tianyang so that it will not be cut off. In this way, Patriarch Tianyang will be able to smile."

"Don't worry, old man. The younger generation will do their best. However, do I have no descendants? Why don't the descendants of the Li family accept this inheritance?"

"Alas, this is the legacy of our ancestors! My Li family is very small, and our ancestors did not want us and our descendants to get involved in right and wrong again, so they passed down their legacy so that we would not be able to accept the legacy of our ancestors.

"That's it! Junior understands!"

The two chatted for a long time, until early in the morning, Ye Fan said goodbye to the old fisherman.

"Master Ye, take care!"

"Take care of yourself!"

The old fisherman smiled at Ye Fan and Shen Qin'er, rocked the oar and left slowly.

"||Qin'er, I may have something to do during this time. You should go to the Void Tower to practice for a while first!"

Ye Fan watched the old fisherman's figure disappear in the morning light, and then turned to Shen Qin'er.

"Okay! It's all up to my brother's arrangement."

With a thought, Ye Fan moved Shen Qin'er into the Void Tower, and he walked towards the shore with long strides.

Soon, Ye Fan came to the door of a decaying temple. After clearing away the cobwebs, a majestic statue appeared in front of him inside the temple.

"Junior Ye Fan, senior Yang Yang!"

Ye Fan bowed in the direction of the statue and then walked into the temple.

A few minutes later, he obtained the token and left the temple again. Before leaving, Ye Fan paid a few more bows to the statue of Li Tianyang.

"Senior Tianyang and juniors must make good use of this resource (from Li) and do their best for the great cause of our human race!"

After saying this, Ye Fan turned and left.

"Senior Li Tianyang's sword is said to have sunk at the bottom of the lake. For tens of thousands of years, no one has been able to obtain this sword. It must be that this sword has an extraordinary hook.

"Now that I'm here, I will try to find it at the bottom of the lake no matter what."

In the early morning, Ye Fan stood on the shore of Yangguan Lake, slightly absent-minded.

Yangguan Lake is extremely vast, and even the old fisherman doesn't know the location of Li Tianyang's natal spiritual sword.

Although Ye Fan has the patience to search slowly, he doesn't want to waste this time.

Therefore, he released thousands of surrendered sea monsters from the system space, letting them quietly sneak into the bottom of the lake and disperse, and began to slowly search for the spiritual sword.

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