The time-traveling husband is also comprehensible

Ding Baocheng thought about it and said: "Brother Kong, go to bed and sleep. I really trouble you today, so I'll go first."

Kong Mingfan's relaxed expression suddenly became serious for a moment, and he smiled stiffly: "Oh yes, I'll take you back."

Ding Baocheng was just about to say no, but after walking a few steps, seeing Kong Mingfan's sad expression suddenly stuck in his throat, he could only say: "That's the work."

"You are Welcome."

Kong Mingfan helped to carry Ding Baocheng's basket of tattered treasures, and sent him all the way to the side courtyard. The two of them stepped on the clean moon, neither of them spoke.

Ding Baocheng regretted for some reason:

——Perhaps I shouldn't have said that I would come back just now, it was too troublesome for him, running back and forth without sleep at such a late night... Sigh, Brother Kong is not happy?

After hesitating, he arrived at the door of Ding Baocheng's training room. He was inexplicably agitated, and thought to himself: Why is the road so short and arrived so quickly...

"Give it to me." Not good enough to continue standing awkwardly, Ding Baocheng raised his hand and pushed open the door, took the bamboo basket from Kong Mingfan and put it at the door, saying: "Brother Kong, please come back... ..."

Kong Mingfan's bright eyes moved slightly, but he didn't say anything, just nodded slightly and walked back.

Bamboo leaves rustled in the breeze, and his black clothes were hidden in the yellow shadow, making him look particularly desolate.

Ding Baocheng looked at the deserted figure who had completely merged with Xiuzhu, and he opened his mouth a little unhappy and shouted at him: "Brother Kong..."

Kong Mingfan paused in response, looked back at him calmly and said, "Ma'am?"

Ding Baocheng stepped forward and grabbed his shoulders and led him into the house: "Let's go to a good place to rest."

Kong Mingfan didn't understand what he meant, frowned and said, "It's getting darker in the middle of the night, so it's not appropriate to wander around."

Ding Baocheng said: "Don't wander around, don't worry, come... quickly enter the house."

Kong Mingfan entered the room, watched as Ding Baocheng closed the door and locked it, took a yellow cloth strip, drew red cinnabar charms on it, and hung it on the four walls of the room.

After pasting up the yellow banner, Ding Baocheng clasped his fingers together and recited a formula silently, and saw the four walls flash past golden.

Ding Baocheng clapped his palms and said: "It's done, no one can come in now, unless it is a monk who is higher than me to break my spirit array."

He turned his head to look at Kong Mingfan and said, "Brother Kong, I'll take you to my spiritual knowledge space. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth that I have collected in the past 300 years is gathered there. It should also be good for your body."

"300 years?" Kong Mingfan frowned.

Ding Baocheng consciously slipped his mouth, but he felt that Kong Mingfan was trustworthy, so he briefly said that he had traveled through time.

Seeing Kong Mingfan's expressionless expression, he was not sure whether he believed it or not.

Ding Baocheng gave him time to think about it, closed his eyes and chanted a mantra to open the door of the spiritual consciousness space, and spiritual energy came rushing from the door.

Taking a deep breath of immortal energy, Ding Baocheng instantly felt refreshed. The success of the foundation establishment is to be able to enter the foundation establishment space at any time.

Although the higher-level space in the back cannot be opened for the time being, there are still some treasures in the foundation building space, and they can be used for refuge or planting, cultivation, alchemy, and repairing artifacts...

He turned his head and glanced at Kong Mingfan, only to see that Kong Mingfan was also particularly shocked by the Void Gate, which was full of spiritual energy.

Ding Baocheng took his arm and stepped through the door to the foundation building space. Inside was a vast plain, and what came into view was a large expanse of green grass, surrounded by thick fog. If you look closely, it looks like a mosaic. one grain.

In his own spiritual consciousness space, Ding Baocheng can fly on the wind without being restricted by spiritual power. In order to let the already amazed Kong Mingfan accompany him, Ding Baocheng grabbed his waist and led him to fly into the air.

Kong Mingfan's figure is indeed good, and Ding Baocheng's arms around that firm and tight waist are a little bit distracted.

Kong Mingfan glanced at Ding Baocheng faintly, and saw his little wife with long light-colored hair fluttering in the wind behind him, and her white robe overlapped with his black robe.

Ding Baocheng was a little flustered by him, and he wanted to cover it up: "Look at what I am doing? If I don't take you to fly, this space is enough for you to walk for three days without reaching the end."

Kong Mingfan stared at him for a moment with a half-smile, looked up into the distance and didn't say much.

As the dense fog approached, the fog slowly dispersed around, and the scorching flower forest under the feet appeared faintly within sight.

"It's here. I was very excited when I entered the space for the first time when I was building the foundation. At that time, I was in the late stage of the second disease, and I was very obsessed with the legendary Peach Blossom Spring. I planted eight hundred miles of peach trees and built water pavilions inside." Ding Baocheng pointed to the center of the flower tree, and looked far into the distance at a half-height hill, the pavilions and pavilions on the top of the hill were full of brilliance.

Kong Mingfan stared blankly for a moment, and they arrived in front of the building in a daze.

The colorful lights on the roof were confusing and scattered, and Kong Mingfan realized that the slightly abrupt colorful lights on the quaint wooden house turned out to be thousands of butterflies with five-color wings and golden powder!

With their arrival, the five-color golden butterflies, which had been silent for a long time, danced with the wind one after another, bringing up gusts of golden dust, coiling around Kong Mingfan and Ding Baocheng.

Ding Baocheng landed on the observation deck on the roof with the Kongming flag, and raised his hand to shake off a colorful butterfly on his shoulder.

Knowing that the master had returned from a catastrophe, the colorful butterfly happily spun half a circle around his finger, and landed on his fingertip.

Ding Baocheng laughed angrily and said: "I'm not here, you little things just occupy the magpie's nest..." He turned his head and smiled brightly at Kong Mingfan, and said in a deep voice: "The guests are here, are you still welcome?"