It's the Qingfeng Sword.
A very large yellow sack was tied to the sword.
So much so that the Qingfeng Sword was swaying in the air and might fall from the air at any time.
Ye Fan was stunned. Why don't I just ask you to go back and get the book? Why did you bring such a thing back? It's a shame that you can fly so far with a heavy load...
To know.
The distance from Kunlun Mountain to Donghai City is nearly five thousand kilometers.
"Buzz"
The Qingfeng Sword made a very weak sword cry.
Ye Fan's face changed slightly, Qingfeng Sword couldn't hold on any longer, so he quickly sent a stream of spiritual energy for Qingfeng Sword to maintain balance.
The Qingfeng Sword, nourished by spiritual energy, turned happily in circles, turning into a stream of light and heading straight to Jiming Lake regardless of Mark.
It can't wait to stick to Long Ling.
Ye Fan's face darkened: "I haven't seen what I brought back yet!"
There are priorities.
Ye Fan first covered Liu Yingying with a thin blanket, then picked up a pen and paper and wrote a line of words.
When he was about to leave, Ye Fan saw the hawthorn-flavored ice cream that was about to melt. When he pointed at it, the ice cream became hard again.
Unless Liu Yingying picks it up, the spiritual energy will remain cold.
It took about an hour after Mark left.
Song Jia knocked on the door and said, "Mr. Liu."
Liu Yingying woke up with a start and said subconsciously: "Come in."
"Mr. Liu, the company's distributor is here to sign the contract."
"Take them to the reception room, I'll be there right away."
"OK."
When Liu Yingying woke up from a nap, she felt refreshed. Her neck was not sore and her head was not bloated. She felt sleepier and tired than when she woke up in the afternoon.
Is it because of Ye Fan’s massage?
"Where's Ye Fan."
Liu Yingying glanced around and only saw hawthorn ice cream on the table.
She didn't know how long she had slept, so she didn't know that the ice cream hadn't melted even after an hour. She first looked at the office area through the frosted glass, then quickly picked up the ice cream and took a bite.
sour and sweet.
It tastes so delicious.
Liu Yingying narrowed her eyes happily and saw the paper in front of her again. Her pretty face was as red as blood and she took a bite:
"Bah, obscene!"
There was only one line written on the paper——
Wife, see you tonight, I look forward to your kiss.
…
…
Although it was a hot afternoon, there were still many people in Jiming Lake Park, including locals walking around and tourists from out of town.
Ye Fan saw the yellow sack previously tied to Qingfeng Jian on the island in the middle of the lake.
No need to think about the Qingfeng Sword, it must be at the bottom of the lake.
Open the sack.
There's a lot of stuff in there.
There was a letter, three ancient books with yellowed covers, and some materials used to arrange the formation, such as the Spiritual Creation Grass, the Yin-Yang Stone, etc., each of which was enough to make the world of immortal cultivators grab their heads.
After all, this is the end of the Dharma era.
The auras and treasures of the world of cultivation have been plundered by the ancient cultivators. Whether they are old spiritual plants or materials for refining weapons and formations, they are all used less.
Only a Taoist temple like the Jade Girl Temple with two thousand years of foundation can find the birth-spirit grass that has been extinct for thousands of years.
Ye Fan opened the letter.
Su Qinghuan's handwriting is beautiful.
"Evil disciple, I am very angry that you let Qingfeng Sword hit me..., very angry! But for the sake of your diligent cultivation, I will forgive you for this crime of disrespect, but you will not do it in the future. Speaking of which, since After you came down from the mountain, the wind in Kunlun Mountain was very noisy, and I always had trouble sleeping alone at night..."
"So much nonsense."
Ye Fan curled his lips.
Su Qinghuan, a greedy and lazy silly woman, can still sleep poorly and lie to children.
Similar reminiscences took up most of the letter. Ye Fan skipped this large section and looked at the bottom of the letter.
"There are three Feng Shui classics you asked me to find, but the Feng Shui Dragon Locking Formation is used to suppress the real dragon veins. You must not set up such a formation that damages the moral character of this infancy dragon spirit. Taking the dragon spirit away with the spirit-birthing grass can shorten the long time it takes to give birth to spiritual wisdom by a hundred years, and it is impossible for it to refuse this temptation."
"You only need to strengthen the original spirit gathering array. If the dragon spirit lives in it, it can also improve the purity of the aura."
Signing——
The most beautiful, wisest and kindest Master in the world, Su Qinghuan.
"What a good master I have."
Ye Fan's eyes lit up, which saved a lot of things.
Cleansing the marrow and tendons every day and night with the formation and dragon spirit will lay a solid foundation for Liu Yingying and her daughter Ye Zi's future practice.
Even if they have no intention of practicing, they can still live longer and be free from all kinds of diseases.
Ye Fan took out the birth spirit grass from the jade box.
After a while, I saw a white light swimming from the bottom of the lake. It was a super small and exquisite pocket dragon spirit, followed by the Qingfeng Sword that kept spinning in circles.
really.
The birth-spirit grass has a fatal attraction to dragon spirits.
Ye Fan took everything with him, stepped on the Qingfeng Sword, and lured Long Ling out of Jiming Lake bit by bit, and then slowly flew to Baiyun Community twenty miles away.
As the dragon spirit soared into the sky and flew away, the seven islands in the center of the lake collapsed instantly, and the little spiritual energy gradually dissipated into the world.
…
at the same time.
The sea is about tens of kilometers away from Donghai City.
There is a very large black turtle floating on the sea.
On top of the turtle shell, sitting cross-legged, was a rickety old man with gray hair, almost skin and bones, and exuding a strong aura of death.
Obviously.
The old man had half his foot in the coffin, and his life would not be long.
There were obviously several fishing boats nearby catching fish and shrimps, but they seemed unable to see the very strange turtle and the dying old man.
Whenever a fishing boat tries to get closer, the sea turtles fiddle with their fins and create waves that push the fishing boat away.
"boom!"
A piece of the turtle's shell suddenly burst.
It suddenly started wailing miserably, paddling its limbs wildly, setting off huge waves at least ten meters high, overturning several small fishing boats nearby.
It opened its huge mouth and ate all the fishermen who fell into the water. Although his blood energy has been replenished, the severe pain caused by the turtle shell on his back still cannot be reduced.
At this time.
A right hand that was so withered that it was almost skin and bones gently touched the piece of turtle shell that had just exploded. The wound was not bloody and bloody, but rather smooth.
If someone can look down from the air, they can see that the turtle shell the old man is sitting on is a very standard round shape, completely dark, with the innate Bagua diagram engraved on it.
With the old man's touch, a picture appeared out of thin air.
It was a scene where the dragon spirit, which looked like a small white loach, left Jiming Lake and flew into the distance. Only the back of an adult man could be vaguely seen, as well as the spirit-birth grass in his hand.
The old man on the turtle's back suddenly opened his eyes.
What's horrifying is that the old man actually has two pupils in his eyes. He stares at the Spiritual Creation Grass in Ye Fan's hand, his four pupils flashing with surprise.
"It's true that you can't find anything without wearing iron shoes. It takes no effort to get it."
"I, Ji Ming, have been searching hard for a hundred years. The Spirit-birth Grass, which I thought had been extinct for thousands of years, actually appeared and successfully took away the dragon spirit sleeping at the bottom of Jiming Lake..."
"If I can swallow that dragon spirit, I will be able to extend my life for a hundred years, no... at least three hundred years! Hahahahaha, it was indeed the right thing to leave this mark a hundred years ago, otherwise I would have missed this huge event. Opportunity.”
The old man was ecstatically making calculations, and soon his brows were deeply furrowed.
Because the hexagram was in chaos, with his method, he couldn't figure out who took away the dragon spirit.
"Ahem..."
The old man coughed violently.
His physical condition was already as bad as a candle swaying in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time. Forced hexagrams would undoubtedly make things worse.
I coughed for a long time.
The old man panted and said: "Fortunately...Fortunately, I have a few disciples. Let them find the dragon spirit for me. They must be fast. I...can't hold on for long."
The turtles seemed to understand.
He opened his mouth and spat out a jade slip, which instantly turned into a stream of light and disappeared.
