Su Wentian Wife - Part 2

Although Su Wentian asked him to take care of Nangong Yuqin mother and let her settle down peacefully but that little thing, Zhou Fan won't be able to stay here always.

He can let her settle down peacefully as it's easy for him but he won't be able to stay here and take care of her all his life.

The spiritual energy nearby is very thin, almost negligible, so we can only rely on spiritual stones to practice.

Without the spiritual stone, the cultivation will not increase and cultivation base will stagnate.

When Zhou Fan said this, Nangong Yuqin pretty face turned pale.

Unexpectedly, her husband, who had immortal means in her eyes, was actually... dead?

For Nangong Yuqin, this is no different from the sky falling.

Seeing her like this, for a moment Zhou Fan was also at a loss as what to say.

"Cough cough, condolences. I don't know how I can help, but if there's anything, you can tell me what you plan to do next, I am under Brother Su and as his friend will try my best to help you achieve your wishes."

Saying this he took out the earthenware pot and gave it to Nangong Yuqin.

Then he saw Nangong Yuqin bring the earthen pot to the main hall with tears in her eyes.

Zhou Fan more or less still has to stay for a few days.

Nangong Yuqin simply organized a funeral for Su Wentian.

Zhou Fan, a person on the 7th floor of the Qi Gathering Realm, was guarding. After learning that Su Wentian was dead, the people who coveted Su Wentian rich family property in the town and Nangong Yuqin beauty naturally paid the price.

At night, Zhou Fan was hanging out by the pond in this manor.

After all, he was a cultivator, and he no longer had any reliance on sleep. Meditating for half an hour would restore his body much better than mortals sleeping ten thousand times.

"Still guarding?"

Seeing that the lights in Su Wentian mourning hall were still flickering, Zhou Fan couldn't help but walk over to take a look.

Sure enough, like everyday, today also Nangong Yuqin came to Su Wentian to express her longing and bitterness.

This made Zhou Fan a little envious.

This Brother Su really has a good eye.

He couldn't help but walk over.

After hearing the movement behind her, Zhang Miaoyi turned her head and saw that it was Zhou Fan, so she couldn't help but whisper, "Master Immortal."

At this moment, Zhou Fan, no longer know what words to use to describe it.

After thinking about it, there are only two words to sum it up, that is: crime!

Yes, Zhou Fan didn't know why, but he actually wanted to take Zhang Miaoyi...

"Immortal master"

Nangong Yuqin repeated calls made Zhou Fan come back to his senses.

He hurriedly pretended to be calm and said, "That...you can be considered half of my sister-in-law, sister-in-law, don't exhaust your body because of this, rest early!"

After finishing speaking, Zhou Fan forced himself to leave.

Zhou Fan, ah Zhou Fan, after decades of practice, have you cultivated into a dog? How can a mere mortal make you unable to control it?"

Zhou Fan was walking on the street outside, rebuking himself deeply in his heart, thinking that his cultivation was still too bad.

But she is so pretty...

Recalling how charming, tender and pitiful Nangong Yuqin was when he first saw her, Zhou Fan had other thoughts in his mind.

"Beast, she is Brother Su widow, half of your sister-in-law. Brother Su just left, how could you do such a thing, and you still think...you're really a beast!"

Zhou Fan gave himself a slap in the ear softly.

Zhou Fan calmed down a few moments later.

Then he began to deceive himself again.

"Brother Su is gone. His wife can no longer stand on their own in the town. If it wasn't for me, she would have suffered. He asked me to protect his wife and let her settle down peacefully. Is it implying me..."

Xia Changge thought a lot.

Yes, doing that by yourself may also be in line with Brother Su arrangement?

After all, he was just an ordinary cultivator. His previous practice was just fear of death. How could he have any lofty morality.

"Could it be that our low-end cultivators have their life trajectories already doomed?"

Zhou Fan thought about the experience imparted by the elders in the small group of scattered cultivators in the White Fog Mountains range.

That is, their immortal cultivators practiced with pure heart and few desires in the first half of their lives and struggled hard in the world.

Until the second half of life, when there is no hope of longevity, he will focus his attention on other fields, and cannot be as maverick as a real immortal.

Zhou Fan can indeed be said to be reaching second half of his life, as a Qi Gathering cultivator lifespan was only a little over a hundred years old.

And the Foundation Building didn't have much hope for him.

Zhou Fan was indeed about to reach the time period of "spreading branches and spreading leaves" that some senior loose cultivators said.

Specifically, after the practice is hopeless and the Foundation cannot be established, find a good place, spread branches and leaves, and see if you can give birth to children with spiritual roots.

And if you can build the foundation realm, you can also spread the branches and leaves when you can't break through the golden core realm.

Most of the Cultivators Clan came this way in this world.

"I don't want it anymore, just practice harder and make your heart will be much more stable."

Zhou Fan shook his head, and after walking around the Su Mansion for two laps, he returned to the room that Nangong Yuqin had arranged for him in the mansion, and began to continue his practice.

In places like Green leaf Town, it is impossible to cultivate, but the martial art can indeed be practiced normally.

Out of humanitarianism for his fellow friend, Zhou Fan gave Nangong Yuqin seven days to make arrangements for herself.

During these seven days, Zhou Fan didn't think about other things, but only focused on cultivation.

For the past seven days he continued to practice in his room. After seven days, he went to find Nangong Yuqin.

In any case, it is best to have a result today.

At this moment, Nangong Yuqin was still dressed in simple mourning clothes, and combined with her delicate body, she looked even more pitiful.