Zhou Beiyou glared at him: "I'm not serious all day long, don't know what my identity is?"

"Yeah yeah..." Chen Feihan smiled even happier.

"The Great Elder is in the Ancestral Temple!"

Zhou Beiyou suddenly felt bored and left with a shook his sleeves.

"If the Great Elder was like the Second Elder, how could I have so many worries?"

Chen Feihan shook his head and walked towards the ancestral temple.

The ancestral temple is solemn and dignified.

This is the place of worship for all dynasties of the Nanyan Zhengzhi.

Chen Feihan brewed his emotions and even wanted to educate Song Changshou in the ancestral temple...

Thinking about this.

Chen Feihan stepped into the ancestral temple.

I saw it in the ancestral temple.

Song Changshou knelt in front of the stone statues of the heads of all dynasties, and did not notice Chen Feihan's arrival.

He muttered something.

"The ancestors and ancestors are above, I wish my Nanyan to be prosperous..."

Chen Feihan listened, and the corners of his mouth twitched and wanted to speak out.

Dingsheng?

Dingsheng, you are a stick.

But the next moment.

Chen Feihan's body was stiff.

Song Changshou continued: "Master, I'm sorry.

As Fei Han continues to become stronger, I am afraid that he will be impulsive and will go to save you regardless of everything..."

There is guilt and sadness in the voice.

"He is still so young that he shouldn't have endured this danger.

So, I'm sorry, if Han hadn't been strong enough, I wouldn't have allowed him to save you..."

Chen Feihan listened and said nothing.

He listened for a long time.

Finally, I heard Song Changshou praying there, but not for himself.

"I wish you can dream of a horse without cold, I wish you can be safe and sound, I wish you can be without harm or disaster in this life..." He prayed with his most sincere blessings.

The sun sets in the west, and the dim light shines in, shining on the old and the young.

One stood.

One kneels.

The shadow spreads.

Chen Feihan left in a hurry, but she didn't expect Song Changshou to find out.

The night is as bright as ink.

Chen Feihan stood on Xiaohan Peak, and his eyes gradually became firm.

"Since I have the belief that I must practice the God and Demon Art, if I am afraid of even practicing the right path, then that's all my belief!"

"Now, the correction of the path is nothing more than spending more time and more difficulties in the future! But I have endured loneliness for thousands of years in my previous life. Are you still afraid of these in this life?"

Chen Feihan's fingertips slid, and the spiritual energy turned into silk.

then.

Chen Feihan's big hands were closed and his hair grew wildly behind him, and tied it with spiritual silk.

Long hair is arbitrarily and openly hyped.

But this bouquet of hair seemed to tie up the free and unfaithfulness in his heart.

That night, the boy tied his hair.
Chapter completed!