"right."
Dongfang Yuan's eyes showed little stars, and she admired: "Master is so smart, even the slave family didn't think of it."
"..."
Guigui's mouth was slightly open, this acting was too exaggerated.
But it was so timid that it didn't dare to say anything, so it could only agree: "Yes, there are either terrible existences in the dark that are so powerful that it is unimaginable. Or, that is not the so-called immortal sect at all, even if there are demon cultivators , it’s not much better.”
"There is a third scenario."
Ye Fan said calmly: "Whether it is the swordfish demon cultivator or the bronze door, they are all pretexts to lure the cultivators there."
Hear the words.
Turtle Shell Lingbao suddenly took a breath of cold air: "It's really possible. I heard that many demonic cultivators liked to do this kind of thing in the past, using heavenly materials, earthly treasures or spiritual plants as bait to attract other cultivators to go explore for the treasure. In the end, Catch them all in one swoop, thieves are immoral!"
"Okay, you guys can rest."
Ye Fan waved his hand and said: "I have to continue practicing."
Dongfang Yuan looked at her reluctantly, and took away the turtle shell spirit treasure before leaving. The latter struggled frantically: "Master, help me, master, I want to serve you, master, help me, wuwuwuwu..."
By the time we got to the back, there was completely no sound.
Ye Fan withdrew his gaze and devoted himself to cultivation.
The recent events that have happened one after another have put Ye Fan under a lot of pressure, especially the fact that Xue Shisan, the blood wolf demon clan, said that the end of the Dharma era is coming to an end.
The source of the news is Qingqiu Yaoshan, one of the three holy places in the world of immortality today.
Although I don't know what kind of interrogation methods Dongfang Yuan used, there is a high probability that Xue Shisan does not need to lie about this kind of thing.
Once the end of the Dharma Age comes to an end, those old monsters who have survived for hundreds or even thousands of years, as well as the proud ones sleeping in the sealed spiritual mansions, will be born.
There is even a high probability that the upper and lower realms will be reconnected, and the suppression of monks by Heaven will also disappear.
At that time.
When all the heroes come together, it will be a real 'big chaos'.
Ye Fan must accumulate enough strength before chaos comes, at least to protect his wife, daughter, relatives and friends.
The early stage of Jindan.
Far from enough!
"Although Liu Yingying has not practiced yet, when she first massaged her, the spiritual energy entered her body and she stepped into the first level of Qi training... Meeting with her every day was worth several months of hard work. From Jindan The mid-term is not far away.”
…
Daybreak soon dawned.
Ye Fan sent his daughter to school without waiting for Liu Yingying to get up.
It was still early, and Ye Fan didn't want to go home so early, so he drove to the antique city.
Li Changsheng's fortune-telling stall is still there, but it's obvious that no one has been here for a long time, and the stall is covered with dust.
"I don't know how Li Changsheng is practicing."
Ye Fan waved his hand and the dust dissipated.
Except for dragon veins, spiritual veins like Kunlun Mountain, and villas transformed by the spirit gathering formation, there is too little spiritual energy in the world. It is better to go home and inhale it for a day.
So Ye Fan didn't practice. Instead, he sat behind the stall and closed his eyes to rest, thinking about how to spend this extremely important day tomorrow.
Yes.
Tomorrow is Liu Yingying's birthday.
Ye Fan hasn't thought about his birthday gift yet and has a headache.
After thinking about it all morning, he couldn't come up with a good gift, and there was no fortune-telling customer. Ye Fan, who had nothing to gain, sighed and prepared to leave.
At this time.
Song Qing walked up quickly and said with respect and joy: "Taoist Master Ye, you haven't been to the Antique City for a while."
Ye Fan said with a smile: "Boss Song is quite well informed."
Song Qing's face turned red.
He knew Mark's magical methods.
The initial solution to bad luck, the Bai family's cannibalistic poison later, and the death of the seventh-grade master Wu Tianxiong, all these things were connected together, causing Song Qing to tell the store manager more than once that once he saw Ye Fan coming to set up a stall, he must contact him immediately he.
so.
After finishing what he was doing, Song Qing hurried over and nervously invited, "If Taoist Ye is not busy, would you like to have lunch with me?"
Ye Fan took a deep look at Song Qing, nodded and said, "Okay."
"Please come this way."
Song Qing took Ye Fan to find a nearby Shandong restaurant with particularly good business.
There are no private rooms in this small restaurant, and all the tables in the lobby are occupied. The only good thing is that there is no need to queue.
Song Qing ordered three dishes and one soup, which tasted very good, but Song Qing was obviously worried and didn't move his chopsticks at all.
Ye Fan put down his chopsticks and chuckled: "What happened to Boss Song? He even lost his appetite."
Song Qing smiled bitterly and said, "Nothing can be hidden from Taoist Ye's fiery eyes."
First, he poured tea for Ye Fan, and then Song Qing sighed: "Speaking of which, I also want to thank you, Taoist Ye, because you cured Bai Hui's disease, and Master Jiu entrusted me with a construction company that has benefited a lot. I've only been in the jade business, so I don't know anything about real estate, so I'm taking care of it in a daze."
Ye Fan took a sip of tea and waited for the next words.
"A few days ago, the company's real estate sales said that the Louwang Villa on the top of the mountain was haunted. Even other villa owners in the community reported seeing dirty things. These residents were either rich or expensive and asked to check out. After all, the richer and more powerful the more powerful they are. I believe this. If Master Jiu comes in person, they will definitely not dare to retreat, but I don’t have the face..."
Song Qing said cautiously: "So Song wants to ask Taoist Ye to go and find out. This is the reward."
"Shua"
A paper ticket was pushed in front of Mark.
Ye Fan glanced at it and his pupils shrank deeply, one hundred million!
This is too big a gesture.
It was so big that Mark couldn’t calm down at all.
After all, the initial fee for refining the amulet for Song Qing was only two million, but now the remuneration has actually increased dozens of times.
Even if he later acted for the Liu family in Jinling City, he only received 20 million.
wrong.
Su Qinghuan, the bad woman who cheated her apprentice, also took 50 million, which should be 70 million...
"Director Ye, the second and third phases of the villa community are under planning. If the haunting time cannot be solved, the losses and impacts will be huge. Song really has no choice, so I am here to bother you."
Song Qing stood up and bowed respectfully.
"Boss Song, you're welcome."
Ye Fan took the check and said calmly: "I took the money. I have nothing to do this afternoon, so I'll go take a look."
"Thank you, Taoist Ye!"
Song Qing was overjoyed.
…
…
Peony Mountain.
Located on the bank of Jiming Lake.
The Peony Villa District is located at the foot of Peony Mountain. Because it is surrounded by mountains and lakes and has a beautiful environment, it is a well-known wealthy area in Donghai City. Those with a net worth of less than 50 million are not even qualified to view houses.
now.
There were two beautiful women walking around the Peony Villa area. Behind them was a saleswoman who always had a professional smile on her face.
"Yingying, how is the house here?"
"It's good, but it's too expensive. The cheapest one costs 50 million, and the one you're interested in costs 80 million... Sister Juan, are you sure you want to buy here?"
If Ye Fan were here, he would definitely recognize these two beautiful women at a glance. They are his daughter-in-law Liu Yingying and her best friend Zhao Juan.
