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Hearing the voice, Shi Yi quickly looked around: "Who? Who's talking?"

Ling Yiran looked up at the tower: "The person who should guard the celebrity building, what he means is that if we want to see the portraits of celebrities and gods, we have to become celebrities ourselves."

Shi Yi asked: "How can I become a celebrity?"

"It depends on your strength." Ling Yiran saw that the sky darkened: "We have been wandering inside for such a long time, let's go back first."

"it is good."

Everyone teleported away, and then, the freshman who transformed into Emperor Dongyue appeared outside the celebrity building, smiling and looking at the place where Ling Yiran disappeared before.

At this time, a voice came from the building again: "He can withstand Emperor Zhongyue's one and a half moves at most. I really don't know what you like about him?"

The freshman played with the hair in his hand: "How old is Ling Yiran now? How long has Zhongyue lived? He can block Zhongyue's every move and a half. It's very good. There is still a lot of room for development in the future, just give him a little Time can definitely improve."

The person in the building asked, "How much time do you plan to give him to bring it up?"

"Half a year."

"What is your intention?"

The freshman let go of his hair and smiled: "I just want a proof that the blood of the demigod is no worse than the orthodox blood."

The people in the building couldn't believe it: "How can a demigod compare to a real god?"

"Did you forget the words engraved on the school's seal? God rewards those who work hard. As long as he is diligent enough, he will gain something. Now the students in the school are too dependent on blood. It is undeniable that when they are born, their blood determines that they are In front of the starting line, but if you are lazy on the way, the people behind will eventually catch up."

The people in the building snorted coldly and stopped talking.

Da Yi smiled and disappeared outside the celebrity building.

Ling Yiran and the others returned to the first dormitory.

Elder Bai came to greet him: "Little master, the meal is ready, you can enjoy it slowly."

Only Ling Cang needs to eat now, and the others will not starve to death.

"I've been hungry all day, and I can finally eat." Ling Cang rushed into the hall to eat.

Ling Yiran was not in the mood to eat, so he walked to the side with Elder Bai and asked, "Elder Bai, I went to class today, and I always felt that it was too slow to learn from the basics. I want to speed up and improve my cultivation. It’s never too late to bring it up and learn.”

The most important thing is that he was stimulated by Emperor Zhongyue again. Although he has passed through the catastrophe period, he is still vulnerable in front of Emperor Zhongyue, which makes him feel very uncomfortable. Every time he hides behind others, he is really useless. However, it is really difficult to catch up with Emperor Zhongyue. The age gap between them is right in front of them. The opponent's cultivation base is a million years older than him. If you want to mention it, you may have to stay in the secret mirror for a long time.

Elder Bai smiled: "Master had expected that little master would say that, so after letting the old slave enter the school, he started to handle this matter."

"Really?" Ling Yiran said happily, "What am I going to do next?"

"It's still in the process of applying. It will be assessed after the application is passed. After passing the assessment, other arrangements will be made. My little master, please wait patiently for the next two days. I believe there will be results soon."

Ling Yiran felt relieved: "Then I'll go to practice."

Elder Bai was very pleased to see the little master working so hard.

When Ling Yiran returned to the room, he saw a golden palm print rushing towards him. He was startled, and immediately protected himself with the ghost protection barrier, and at the same time, took out the soul-hooking sickle and used the soul-devouring slash, and moved forward Chopping, countless black knife winds rushed towards the golden palm print, the two forces collided, and all the surrounding furniture was shattered.

Ling Yiran saw that Soul Devourer did not cut through the golden palm print, so he used another move to kill the ghosts in all directions, and four huge ghost kings appeared on all sides. While killing the golden palm print with a sickle, Ling Yiran also attacked the person who used the golden palm print.

The golden palm print has a powerful attack, breaking through Ling Yiran's spell in a few seconds, rushing in front of Ling Yiran, and then disappearing without a trace.

Then the lights in the house and yard came on.

Ling Yiran was stunned when he saw that the people in the room were people he was familiar with: "You are..."

Xing Han frowned: "It seems that we haven't seen each other for three days, and you forget who I am?"

"You are Xing Han?" Ling Yiran looked at him uncertainly: "It's still a freshman teacher."

"Freshman teacher?" Xing Han wondered, "Who is he?"

Ling Yiran was sure that it was Xing Han, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "My transformation teacher."

He told him about the transformation class.

Xing Han frowned even tighter: "After you saw him, you didn't rush over to hug him, did you?"

Ling Yiran said angrily: "I haven't completely forgiven you yet, how could I rush over to hug him?"

Xing Han laughed and said, "Then should I be thankful that you didn't forgive me? Otherwise, you'd rush over to hug him and kiss him."

"It seems that you really want me not to forgive you. You attacked me just after I entered the door."

Xing Han didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I'm trying your skills, it's not bad, it's not bad to be able to do this with your cultivation base."

"So what, if you can't stop it, you can't stop it." Ling Yiran was not happy.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself." Xing Han took out a bowl of chicken hot pot and gave it to him: "This is the ginseng hot pot that grandma cooked for you. She asked me to bring it to you to drink."

Ling Yiran opened the lid, and there was a strong smell of ginseng and chicken soup inside: "Grandma? Why is she still cooking? By the way, do you have time to go back and see grandma?"

"After I dealt with the affairs of the Immortal Mansion these days, I went to tell the Emperor of Heaven that my calamity in the world is not over yet. I will take over the affairs of Dongyue Immortal Mansion after it is completely over, and the Emperor of Heaven agreed."

"That day God...does he know about us?"

Xing Han picked up a spoon and fed him: "I don't know, if I knew, I would be furious, and even do something we couldn't predict."

"Emperor Zhongyue didn't tell him about us?"

"Not at the moment, he will still be concerned about brotherhood and won't talk nonsense." Xing Han put down the spoon and rubbed his head: "You don't need to worry about these things, the most important thing for you now is to improve your strength."

"I know, I will work hard to improve myself." Ling Yiran changed the subject again: "I haven't seen grandma for so long, grandma is not angry?"

"For her, as long as you have a good life, it's a wish to remember her."

Ling Yiran still felt very guilty, so he took out the potted plant that he planned to give next time and gave it to Xing Han: "Give it to grandma for me."

Xing Han smiled and said, "It's a potted plant again."

"My pleasure."

"If you send it down, grandma will be able to open a potted plant exhibition."

Ling Yiran's eyes brightened: "This is a good idea. Grandma won't be bored. Not only will she have something to do, but she will also have someone to accompany her. I'll ask someone to do this tomorrow."

Xing Han joked, "Your grandson-in-law is more filial to him than my grandson."

"I haven't registered my marriage with you yet, so I'm not considered a grandson-in-law." Ling Yiran grabbed the spoon and drank it himself.

"Then I have to behave better until you agree." Xing Han took the bowl back again: "I'll feed you, ah, open your mouth wide."

Ling Yiran: "..."

"After eating, I'll take a bath and rub your back, and then I'll sing you a lullaby to lull you to sleep."

Ling Yiran glared at him: "It's fine to sing and play lullabies, but you don't need to rub your back in the shower. I'm afraid you'll go to bed after washing."

Xing Han smiled lowly: "You know me better and better."

"I want you to kneel on the washboard and wash my feet."

Xing Han: "..."

Ling Yiran said that, so he definitely wouldn't let Xing Han bathe him on his knees. After all, a man has gold under his knees and has his own dignity, so he shouldn't bow down.

After he drank the soup, he went to meditate and practice.

The next morning, Ling Yiran smelled the scent of candle incense, and it was Penglai brand incense. He got up and walked out of the room, and asked the ghost guards, "Who is burning incense?"

"Burning incense?" The ghost guards sniffed: "Little master, we didn't smell the fragrance."

"No?" Ling Yiran was surprised, he clearly smelled the scent of incense candles in his nose, could it be that he smelled it wrong?Or something wrong with his nose.

When he came to the compound, he saw Shi Yi sniffing the air, "Wow, it smells so good, who is burning incense?"

Ling Yiran asked: "Ayi, you also smell the fragrance? So it doesn't mean that there is something wrong with my nose."

"Yes." Shi Yi took another deep breath of the fragrance: "It's as if the smell of incense candles is swaying under my nose, I'm almost drooling, I haven't smelled the smell of incense candles for a long time."

"Me too." Ling Yiran saw the expressionless Ghost Guard: "It seems that only the two of us smelled it, what's going on?"

"Are only the two of us able to smell it?" Shi Yi asked the ghost guards: "Master Ghost Guards, have you smelled the fragrance of incense candles?"

The ghost guards looked at each other and shook their heads.

Ling Cang, who had just come out of the backyard, heard Shi Yi's words: "What kind of incense smell?"

Ling Yiran told him what they smelled.

Ling Cang thought for a while, then smiled and said, "I know what's going on."

Shi Yi asked: "What's going on?"

"Today is Ching Ming Festival, and someone will burn incense and candles for you. I heard a wild ghost say that as long as people worship them, they will come smelling the incense."

Ling Yiran and Shi Yi exchanged glances: "Bring us incense and candles? Who is it?"

No one burned joss sticks for them before, so I don't know about people offering them, but after hearing what Ling Cang said, I remembered that there was a ghost who said that when it was Qingming, the ghosts who were worshiped by people could smell the scent of joss sticks. Chicken flavor and so on, when the time comes, they will be able to pick up the package from the post office of the local government, which was burnt to them by their relatives in the mortal world.

Ling Cang said: "It should be my grandfather who burned it for you."

Shi Yi asked: "Why do I have it too?"

"My grandfather and the others know that you don't have family members to burn incense for you in Yangjian, so they set up a monument to burn incense for you." Ling Cang said embarrassedly: "I am also purely guessing, it may not be what I guessed."

Shi Yi said happily: "Whether they burned it or not, if I tell you that I don't have any family members to burn joss sticks, I know you have a heart, and keep my matter in mind. From now on, as long as it is about the Ling family, That's my business."

Ling Cang nodded: "The Ling family will be your home from now on."

At this time, Elder Bai flew in happily: "Little master, the application has been approved, the application has been approved."