Legend of Meow Immortal

Ye Fan opened his eyes, and he returned to the well in the atrium.

He looked around habitually, and there was silence.

Ye Fan adjusted his breathing slightly, he was still a little excited after all.

It's already 13.

What you think for 13 years is what you get.

Anyone would be excited.

It's just that he is Ye Fan, and the excitement is only fleeting.

Instantly calmed down.

He walked forward slowly, and returned to the hall in the middle of the hall after a while.

Walk in the door, stand in the middle of the room, and look up.

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly looking at the picture of a playful whale playing with the tide.

In this picture, the whale's space is not small, but in the terrifying waves, the whale's tail only occupies a little bit in the upper left corner.

The rest were drowned in the waves.

That's it.

Ye Fan pulled out a wooden chair next to him, stood up, and reached out to touch the back of the whale's tail.

Behind it is a green brick, but it feels no different from other green bricks.

Ye Fan counted three more blue bricks upwards.

There was a knocking sound when it was tapped lightly, and it was obviously empty inside.

Ye Fan stretched out his hand and drew a mark on the blue brick, and directly took down the picture of the teasing whale playing with the tide.

He rolled up the painting slowly, fastened it carefully, and put it aside.

No matter what the old guy said was true or not, he had to leave tomorrow.

This painting cannot be kept.

Looking back at the blue brick again, a sternness flashed in his eyes again.

Holding the picture scroll, Ye Fan did not touch the blue brick, but walked through the atrium and entered the innermost room.

That's Ye Fan's bedroom.

This afternoon, Ye Fan was busy back and forth.

He used a long-handled wooden hammer to hit every blue brick and floor tile.

It's not that he didn't think that things were hidden nearby, but he never thought that things were hidden here.

It's dark under the lights, and sure enough, no one is simple in old age.

The result was not beyond Ye Fan's expectation.

One floor tile is empty, just under the table where the painting used to be.

There are also two hollow blue bricks, one is in Ye Fan's bedroom, and the other is actually on the wall of the yard.

Ye Fan marked each hollow brick, and then he returned to the outermost courtyard.

He looked up at the tall locust tree and sighed slightly.

After paying so much, this day finally came. Although I was reluctant to give up, I had to do it.

With a light wave of Ye Fan's right hand, the ground shook slightly, and the tall locust tree actually uprooted from the ground.

The mud clods and stones mixed in the mud rustled down, and after a while, the roots of the locust tree were exposed/exposed in the air, floating in the air without any strength.

Another faint green light flashed, and the locust tree began to shrink rapidly, shrinking into a three-foot-long dark brown wooden sword in the blink of an eye.

It's just that this wooden sword is not complete, only the sword body without the hilt.

Even the blade was shattered badly, covered with shocking black lines, as if it would shatter if touched.

The edge of the wooden sword was speckled like blood.

Constantly expanding, and constantly shrinking, expanding and shrinking, like a living thing.

There was even a faint smell of blood.

It's just that the bloodstain is not dark red, but a little bit of golden light, and there is a kind of dignity in the ferocity.

It's a pity that no matter how noble the blood is, it's just the blood on the sword body.

An indescribable power emanated from the blade, and the two carps that were eager to try in the big tank next to it fell silent again under this power.

This kind of power is entangled with the surrounding vitality, gradually turning into a hazy white light visible to the naked eye.

Just for a moment, the light dimmed again, where can I still see the bloodstains that are constantly shrinking and changing, and the miraculous white light.

Ye Fan waved again.

The sword body buzzed, floating above the big vat, and below it was the purple lotus.

The tip of the blade faces the center of the lotus, standing vacantly.

Then the blade of the sword began to descend slowly, sinking into the blooming lotus.

The purple halo burst out from the intersection of the sword and the lotus, forming circles of purple light waves.

It's just that the range that this light wave can cover is very small, as if it is tightly controlled by the lotus.

Even though the heart was pierced by the sword blade, the lotus flower was not pierced at all. When the sword blade was completely submerged, the petals of the lotus flower trembled slightly and closed one by one.

After a momentary purple gleam, there was only a purple lotus seed floating on the water surface of the big tank, which shone with a faint red light.

The lotus disappeared, and the carp under the big tank became more and more restless, and seemed to want to jump out of the water.

Ye Fan didn't rush, took the flagon and poured some plum wine into the fish tank.

The two carp writhed for a while, and after being washed away by the green plum wine, they fell silent again.

The surroundings remained the same, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

Then, Ye Fan turned around and walked towards the green brick of the wall, neither too fast nor too slow.

When there was still a few feet away, Ye Fan stopped walking.

The purple lotus seeds, like living creatures, floated up and down behind Ye Fan.

Ye Fan pointed forward with a wave, and the lotus seeds shot away in the direction Ye Fan pointed.

After a sound of bumping, the hollow green brick was broken.

A puff of white smoke came out from the middle.

Covered the lotus seeds in.

The faint light on the lotus seeds disappeared.

Ye Fan's face changed slightly, as expected, that old guy still didn't give up.He glanced back at the vat behind him, his eyes full of gloom.

After half a stick of incense, the white smoke slowly dissipated.

Ye Fan still didn't approach, he just quietly looked at the lotus seeds floating beside the blue bricks.

After a while, a slight red light flickered on the lotus seeds again.

Only then did Ye Fan lift his foot and walked over.

Inside the blue brick, there is a jade tablet.

In the middle of the jade plate is engraved a clear character.

It's a little cold in the hand.

Ye Fan weighed it in his hand, and put it into his arms without thinking much.

Another green brick shot/fired three throwing knives, but fortunately Ye Fan hid far away, but none of them had any effect.

The blades of the flying knives are all blue, and they are smeared with strange poison.

Ye Fan carefully put away all these throwing knives.

What was placed in the blue brick was a booklet, which seemed to be some kind of cultivation method, but it was obviously not the time to read it carefully, so Ye Fan could only put it away first.

The floor tiles were also broken, but there were no traps. There was only a thick stack of money bills, at least 100 taels of silver bills.

Even though Ye Fan didn't care about money, he couldn't help being stunned when he saw so much money.

But he didn't reach out to grab it, but habitually let the purple lotus seeds get close first.

The red light of the lotus seeds dimmed suddenly.

Ye Fan frowned, went out and pulled a wooden stick, and picked out all the bank notes.

Then spread them all on the ground, and let the lotus seeds go through one by one, and finally eliminated three, all three of which were 1000 taels of gold tickets.

No pity, Ye Fan put away all the other money tickets, and pressed the three golden tickets directly with wooden sticks.

Looking back at the wall, it was the last blue brick.

Ye Fan took a deep breath, his face was calm, but his heart couldn't restrain the ripples.

His forehead was already covered with beads of sweat, and using lotus seeds many times was not a small burden for him.

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, turned around and walked to the door of the room, and then ordered Lianzi to fly away.

After a dull sound, the blue bricks shattered.

A faint golden light suddenly exploded from the broken part of the blue brick, covering a vast area of ​​the entire room.

Ye Fan's expression changed slightly, and he took a step back slightly.

The gust of wind brought by the golden light whizzed past Ye Fan's cheeks, causing him some pain.

There were bursts of piercing sounds, and just before Ye Fan took a step, the ground was forcibly cut off by a layer of golden light, and the stone foam dancing with the wind flooded the sight of the entire room.

The golden light comes and goes quickly.

Dissipated without a trace between breaths.

The wind stops, the smoke and dust are quiet.

When the vision was clear, Ye Fan lowered his eyes and looked at the ground that had been shortened by a layer, with a complicated expression.

That old guy is really willing to spend money!

Just like this, it may be half of the old guy's net worth! !

It seems that everything here has to be destroyed, so that the old guy can make such a big capital...

Ye Fan's eyes were cold, but there was a smile on his face.

After taking the things behind the green brick, Ye Fan didn't even look at them, and put them directly into his arms.

Turning around to go out, he went straight to the kitchen.

After a while, the entire upper yard of the house was covered with grease, and even a lot of firewood sticks were set up.

Ye Fan packed up the package, stood at the gate of the yard, looked up at the sky, it was almost dusk,

But without hesitation, he threw the fire bag in his hand out.

The fire ignited instantly.

The flames reflected Ye Fan's face, but there was no trace of warmth.

The water in the large tank in the courtyard was gradually boiled, and the goldfish that had been comatose woke up again.

Seemingly furious and unwilling, the goldfish struggled desperately in the boiling water.

Without the suppression of the lotus seeds, the boiling water in the vat was splashed by the goldfish, but was instantly vaporized by the high temperature outside.

Apparently, the struggle of the goldfish had no effect at all, but within a short while, the two goldfish sank in the boiling water, but rose up again with the bubbles of the boiling water, apparently dead.

Indistinctly, there were two mournful screams coming from the back of the yard.

Ye Fan pursed his lips, and there was a trace of curvature on his expressionless face.

In the well in the atrium, bubbles were bubbling, and after a while, two corpses floated up from the water.

But it was those two old people.

In the raging fire, the big vat boiled all the water, and with a bang, it exploded into pieces.

The ground trembled slightly.

In the well in the atrium, a vortex was rolled up, and the bodies of the two were sucked down.

Ye Fan looked in the direction of the well, his expression darkened, and at the same time the white jade ring on his finger was also broken.

It's a pity for that cold jade bed.

It's just that he has completed body training, but it is of no great use.

Looking around the sea of ​​fire with a gloomy expression, Ye Fan slightly closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he went straight to the depths of Qianmei Mountain without looking back.

Years of waiting will pay off.

It's time to go too.