"You are the Red Dust Pavilion's Pavilion Master, Miss Ruyan?" Ye Fan asked the woman.
The woman did not answer Ye Fan's question. Instead, she looked deeply at Ye Fan and said, "I didn't expect you to have grown so much."
Ye Fan frowned when he heard that.
From the woman's tone, it sounded like she had seen him before.
"What? You've seen me before? "Ye Fan raised his brows and asked the woman.
"I've never seen you before, but I recognize you." The woman said to Ye Fan, "You're Ye Fan, the reincarnation of Eldritch. Your father is the Inversed-Scale Sword, Ye Kong. Your grandfather is the head of the Ye Clan, the Snowthread Sword, Ye Yun. Am I right?"
"You're right. However, these things are already known by everyone, so they're not really secrets." Ye Fan leaned over and placed the unconscious Akatsuki in his arms under a huge rock. Then, he carefully tucked a few strands of hair behind Akatsuki's ears.
"You like this Japanese girl?" The middle-aged woman asked when she saw Ye Fan taking good care of Akatsuki.
"What does that have to do with you?" Ye Fan turned to look at the woman and asked.
"In terms of seniority, you're still my nephew. What's wrong with me asking about this?" The woman looked at Ye Fan with her beautiful eyes and said calmly.
"Miss Ruyan, please be more respectful when you speak." Ye Fan immediately stood up when he heard the woman spouting nonsense. He said coldly, "I respect you as a chaste woman and a kind person. That's why I stopped to talk to you. If you continue to spout nonsense and pretend to be my relative, I won't be angry with you."
He heard from his father, Ye Kong, that his mother was an only child. She had no brothers or sisters, let alone any distant relatives.
Since that was the case, how could he be called a nephew?
As Ye Fan spoke, he withdrew the Ever-Flame Sword and waved at Baihu Xiao Zhao, who was not far behind him.
Baihu ran from behind to Ye Fan's side and jumped onto Ye Fan's shoulder.
"Matsumoto Takeyoshi wants to invite you to the East Sea to meet him. He even brought a silver bracelet for you." Ye Fan stared at the middle-aged woman. As he spoke, he extended his hand towards the pile of rubble beside him.
Pa!
A silver-white object flew from the pile of rubble into Ye Fan's hand.
This silver bracelet had Akatsuki's aura, and it was separated from the bat spirit's gourd. Ye Fan could easily find it.
"Here." Ye Fan tossed the silver bracelet to the middle-aged woman.
The middle-aged woman caught it and looked at it in front of her eyes.
This was an ordinary silver bracelet that couldn't be any more ordinary. The tacky patterns on it had been worn away by about seventy to eighty percent, and the inferior coarse silver had begun to turn a little black.
It was obvious that this was a piece of jewelry worn by ordinary people, and it had been worn for many years.
However, it was such an ordinary item that caused the Red Dust Pavilion's Pavilion Master Ru Yan to frown.
Obviously, this silver bracelet was special to her.
"I have delivered the message, and I have given you the item. Hong Ji's mission is complete. Goodbye." Ye Fan said expressionlessly. He leaned over and picked up Akatsuki. Then, he turned around and prepared to leave on a cloud.
"Don't miss me. Time is like lightning. Twenty-five years later, we will reunite at the Mid-Autumn Festival. "
Just as Ye Fan turned around, the woman in the five-colored robe began to recite a short poem.
When he heard the middle-aged woman recite the five-word poem, Ye Fan's body froze on the spot. His eyes were filled with shock!
This poem was written by his birth mother on his first birthday. It was a farewell poem that she left for his father, Ye Kong. How did she know?!
One had to know that this farewell poem was only known to him and his father. Apart from the two of them, no one else knew of it!
Ye Fan turned around abruptly and looked at the middle-aged woman in shock.
"It seems that your father has told you about this," the middle-aged woman said calmly when she saw the shock on Ye Fan's face.
"Miss Ru Yan, how do you know about this poem?" Ye Fan asked in shock.
"I just said that in terms of seniority, you are my nephew. And you have to call me Aunt. Don't call me Miss," the woman said with a smile. "As for why I know about this poem, the reason is simple. It's because your mother is my Senior Sister."
As soon as the middle-aged woman finished speaking, Ye Fan's head buzzed!
His mother was the Senior Sister of the Red Dust Pavilion's Master!
How … How could this be?!
Ye Fan's eyes widened. He was stunned on the spot!
"Your mother's surname is Xiao, and her name is Wanyi. She left home on your first birthday and left this poem. She promised to reunite with you and your father on the Mid-Autumn Festival twenty-five years later. Am I right?"
Ye Fan's eyes were glazed over. He was speechless for a long time.
Everything was as she had said, not one bit off.
At that time, his father had told him that his mother left with a Daoist nun.
And this Red Dust Pavilion's Master, Ru Yan, was also rescued from a brothel by a Daoist nun!
Everything matched up now.
What she said was true. His birth mother was really her Senior Sister!
"What about my mother? Where is she now?" Ye Fan's eyes were red as he asked the middle-aged woman in a choked voice.
He was already twenty-four years old. He had been separated from his birth mother for twenty-three years!
Twenty-three years without a mother's love. He didn't even know what his mother looked like. He knew this feeling better than anyone else!
Now that he knew about his birth mother, how could Ye Fan not be emotional?!
"Senior Sister is now working by my master's side. I can't tell you where she is. This is my master's order. I don't dare to go against my master's orders," Ru Yan said to Ye Fan. "Even what I said to you just now was a violation of my oath. If I hadn't met you by chance, I wouldn't have told you this at all."
"How is mother now? Is she alright? "Ye Fan's eyes were filled with tears as he asked.
For more than twenty years, Ye Fan had always complained about his birth mother. Countless times, he had questioned his mother in his heart why she had abandoned her husband and child and left without saying goodbye! However, when he heard the news about his mother, he couldn't help but miss her.
Mother and son were connected by heart. Blood was thicker than water. Ye Fan was a piece of flesh that fell from his birth mother's body. How could she not miss him!
"Don't worry, your mother is fine. She just misses you …" Ru Yan's eyes were also filled with tears as she spoke. "Don't blame your mother for being cruel. She has her own difficulties. She suffered no less than you. Every full moon night, Senior Sister would lock herself in her room alone. She wouldn't eat or drink and would wash her face with tears. She would look at the moon from afar and cry all night long …"
Ye Fan closed his eyes. Two streams of hot tears flowed out.
"There's still one more year," Ru Yan used her long sleeve to wipe the tears in her eyes. She smiled and said, "In one more year, the three of you will be reunited. At that time, you will understand everything. I can't tell you the truth yet. If I tell you, everything your mother has done for the past twenty years will be in vain. Don't blame Aunty."
"I understand, Aunty, I understand …" At this time, Ye Fan was already choking with sobs.
A mother abandoning her baby son in swaddling clothes and her husband, who had helped her in times of need, heartlessly left. How much courage did this require? How much difficulty did she have to face?!
As the saying goes, heaven's secrets cannot be revealed. The matter of Qing Chenzi had always made him feel guilty.
Mother's difficulties were probably the same.
Ye Fan thought to himself.
"My surname is Han. In the future, you can call me Aunty Han." Ru Yan said to Ye Fan.
"En." Ye Fan, whose face was covered in tears, nodded in response.
"What about your father?" Ru Yan asked Ye Fan. "How's his recovery from the Demon Slaying Conference?"
"Father is fine. I think he has more or less recovered." Ye Fan replied.
"That's good, that's good." Ru Yan nodded and said, "When Senior Sister hears this news, she will be very happy."
"Aunty Han, when you see my mother, please say hello to her for me. Just say that I miss her and my father also miss her …" Ye Fan said while choking with sobs.
"Don't worry, I will definitely pass on your words." Ru Yan said with red eyes.
She had thought it through. When she went back, she could tell Senior Sister everything. The only thing she couldn't tell Senior Sister was that her baby son already had a head full of silver hair at such a young age.
If that happened, Senior Sister would be very sad.
"Aunty Han, that Matsumoto Takeyoshi is sinister and cunning. He has many experts under him. If he asks you to go, it must not be a good thing. You must not pay attention to him. Don't go to the Eastern Sea to see him." Ye Fan said to Ru Yan.
"I know what you said, but if I don't go, that Matsumoto Takeyoshi will definitely suspect you. I'd better go to the Eastern Sea." Ru Yan said to Ye Fan earnestly, "Go back and tell him that I will go see him in seven days."
"But Aunty Han …" Ye Fan said anxiously.
He was already entangled with Matsumoto Takeyoshi. He didn't want his aunt to be dragged into the water.
"Don't worry, I know what to do." Ru Yan said to Ye Fan. She stretched out her hand and waved at the ground.
Hua …
On the ground, the scattered fragments of the gourd slowly floated up and flew into her hand!
Buzz …
The fragments gradually condensed in the air above her palm, flashing with a golden light!
In the blink of an eye, the broken gourd was restored to its original state, shining with a golden light!
"Aunty Han, this … this is …" Ye Fan stared dumbfoundedly at the gourd in Ru Yan's hand. His face was full of disbelief!
"This thing is born from the essence of heaven and earth. It contains Yin and Yang Qi, the power of water and fire. It can absorb all things. Even if it is destroyed thousands of times, it can be restored to its original state." Ru Yan said to Ye Fan, "The Thousand-Year-Old Bat Spirit left this treasure for you to repay you for not killing it."
Ye Fan frowned when he heard that.
No wonder the Bat Spirit looked at the gourd fragments before leaving. It turned out that this was the reason.
"This treasure can be big or small, big or thin, and can be absorbed or released. It may be helpful for you to find the cauldron in the future. Keep it." Ru Yan said. With a thought, the gourd in her hand suddenly shrunk from three feet to the size of a fingernail, shining with a golden light!
She stretched out her hand and handed the gourd to Ye Fan.
Obviously, her cultivation was far beyond that of the Thousand-Year-Old Bat Spirit.
The Bat Spirit could only maintain the gourd at three feet, but she could control it freely!
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