Chapter 148 Goodbye Zhu Mange

After hearing this, Ye Yang's face changed.

"Could it be?"

Ye Yang frowned slightly, secretly guessing what happened between this pair of master and apprentice, or father and son.

As if seeing Ye Yang's doubts, Dugu Qiang spoke appropriately.

"Brother Ye, I came to you this time to say goodbye. I have reached the fourth level of warriors and am preparing to set off to the Great Fortune Dynasty for training. At the same time, I am looking for the right evil spirit to remove the evil and condense the purity."

Ye Yang clasped his fists and said, "Congratulations, Junior Brother. Congratulations, Junior Brother, you are so talented that you have reached the fourth level of warriors so quickly. No wonder you can win the title of the first place of the Seven Flying True Ones."

"What's the use of these false names? Let's not talk about anything else. I know myself. If you wanted this title at that time, I couldn't beat you."

Ye Yang changed the subject: "I heard that there are many cultivators in the Great Fortune Dynasty, and immortals and mortals live together. It is extremely prosperous. I hope that you will have a smooth journey and achieve something when you go there for training."

Dugu Qiang nodded: "Thank you, Senior Brother, for healing me before. If we are destined to meet in the future, you and I will drink and talk happily in Beijing again and wipe out all the heroes in the world."

Ye Yang waved his hand. He had no interest in wiping out all the heroes in the world.

"Junior brother, you are going far away, and I have nothing to send you off. This Bitan Piaohua tea is made by me. It is bitter but sweet, and tastes like life. I hope you will accept it to comfort your homesickness."

Ye Yang walked into the house and took out a bag of dry tea. The fragrance of the tea was far away, and Dugu Qiang was very excited.

"I have heard that you are good at making tea. This Bitan Piaohua is famous. It can neutralize the chaotic energy in the body. It is rare to see it. I have been craving it for a long time."

Taking away the tea leaves, Dugu Qiang slowly left the courtyard.

...

During this period, Ye Yang has been practicing hard in Feitianmen. Since breaking through to the second level of warrior, the Jingyun Pill in his hand can no longer keep up with the consumption.

During the trip to the Changsheng barrier, he harvested many spiritual materials, among which the hundred-year-old Zhu fruit was the main ingredient of Jingyun Pill, so he asked Gu Xuan to help and refine another batch of Jingyun Pill.

It is worth mentioning that many disciples of Feitian Sect have gained a lot in the Changsheng barrier, and many disciples have contributed spiritual medicines to the sect. During this period, the sect has a sufficient supply of various elixirs.

In addition to Jingyun Pill, he also used contribution points to exchange for many demon-feeding pills for the Sun-Chasing Flying Turtle.

Since swallowing the flesh and blood of the three-headed swallowing python, the Sun-Chasing Flying Turtle has changed more and more day by day. Some scales have grown on its limbs, and its body has grown bigger.

Time flies, and half a year has passed unknowingly.

Since Dugu Qiang left, there has been an endless stream of people who come to him to get in touch with him, especially the group of casual cultivators newly recruited by the sect, who always want to get along with him for no reason.

This also seriously interfered with his practice time. With no choice, Ye Yang could only hang a sign of retreat on the gate.

Next to the stone well, the spiritual energy is rich, the courtyard is filled with lotus fragrance, and the white mist is fresh and natural.

It was still early at this time. Ye Yang finished his practice and felt that his eyes were getting more and more painful and itchy, especially his eyes were red and swollen.

Before, in the Changsheng barrier, after he took the marrow cleansing fruit, his life had new changes, and it seemed that some special pupil skills were about to awaken.

However, his life had been sleeping all this time, and now his eyes were getting more and more painful and itchy. He vaguely guessed that his life seemed to be about to wake up.

After practicing the sword technique three thousand times, he practiced the Shaoyang sword technique several times. After a while, the sun slowly rose from the east.

The morning sun rose in the east, the clouds were golden and red, and the golden light of the sun shone on Feitianmen up and down, like a fairyland.

Ye Yang walked out of the courtyard alone.

…

The sunlight shone into the window lattice, and Xiu Ya, bathed in the warm sunlight, slowly woke up from the bed.

She stretched out a pair of slender, white, jade-like legs, and couldn't help rubbing her sleepy eyes. Seeing that Ye Yang had finished practicing outside the window, she suddenly woke up.

"Oh no, I overslept again. I should have prepared spiritual meals for the young master in advance."

Thinking of this, she rubbed her head, feeling quite annoyed, and hurriedly got up to prepare.

But Ye Yang had already walked out of the courtyard.

"No wonder the young master has achieved such great success at such a young age. I heard that his aptitude is not good, but he has been training hard in winter and summer, and he has always persisted. I don't know how many geniuses have been pulled behind him."

Xiu Ya's heart was filled with strong admiration.

Others don't know, but she has been in contact with him day and night, so she naturally knows that the young master gets up before dawn to practice every day, without exception.

This is something that no disciple of Feitianmen can compare to.

...

The sun is rising, and Feitianmen in the early morning is shrouded in a layer of gorgeous golden red clouds, like a fairyland.

The spiritual energy overflowing from the mountain gate, mixed with the morning dew, condensed into water droplets on the leaves, and when the wind blows, they drip all over the ground.

Ye Yang walked without restraint, but at a very fast speed. Along the way, many cultivators have gotten up and practiced by absorbing and exhaling the first ray of purple air between heaven and earth.

Feitianmen covers a large area, and several surrounding peaks belong to the mountain gate. The mountains are extremely steep, and there are often various plank roads and paths connecting them.

This autumn happens to be the season when spiritual rice matures. Ye Yang crossed the front mountain and saw a silver waterfall in the valley, flowing from top to bottom, splashing water.

The water spiritual fields in the gate are distributed around this waterfall, and the terraced fields opened up in the back mountain are dry spiritual land used to grow spiritual wheat.

"I heard that soaking the leaves of spiritual rice in water and then wiping them on the eyes can keep the eyes clear and relieve pain."

Ye Yang walked to the waterfall, and water splashed and wet his sleeves. He looked far into the distance, and saw that the spiritual field was covered with golden rice, with fat leaves, and each plant was three feet tall.

Some late rice plants are not yet mature. When the wind blows, the blue and white rice flowers float back and forth, with a sweet fragrance.

He found a few plants that were growing well, pulled off a few leaves, and planned to soak them in spiritual water and smear his eyes with them when he went back.

But I never expected to hear a voice.

"You, this disciple, have no rules. Why did you come to pick leaves without saying anything?"

A pleasant voice came, and Ye Yang raised his head, only to find a tall and beautiful figure walking out of the spiritual field. After seeing that it was Ye Yang, the woman quickly changed her tone.

"Who am I talking about? It turns out to be Senior Brother Ye. It's just some leaves worth nothing. Come here quickly. The leaves here are fat and big..."

"It turns out to be Junior Sister Zhu, why are you here?"

Zhu Mange walked over gently, her eyebrows were frivolous, her red lips were slightly pursed, and her snow-white skin seemed as holy as snow in the early morning sunlight.

Wearing a moon-white gauze skirt, her plump buttocks were lifted up, and the moon-white gauze lifted up high. Her round and slender jade legs were half covered, and a section of them was exposed from under the skirt, which was smooth and delicate.

"Senior Brother Ye, who told you not to help me! Am I not relying on my own efforts to earn contribution points?"

Zhu Mange gritted her silver teeth secretly, feeling a little angry and a little coquettish.

Ye Yang smiled and didn't take her coquettishness seriously. At this moment, Zhu Mange came slightly closer to him, with a glint in his eyes.

"Senior Brother Ye! I heard that a batch of martial arts elixirs have appeared in the sect recently. Do you know about it?"

She stretched out her jade hand and slid it randomly on Ye Yang's chest, as if she wanted to find out something.

"What! This happened."

Ye Yang was shocked and pretended not to know. Seeing Ye Yang's reaction, Zhu Mange frowned slightly. Even the Protector Ye from the Official Affairs Hall in front of him didn't know whether the news was fake.

This makes it a little difficult for her.

During this period of time, she worked hard day and night. First, she formed a team to kill monsters and earn contribution points. As soon as she returned to the sect, she took on various tasks, and the purpose was not just for the martial arts elixir.

Ye Yang put down Zhu Mange's hand without leaving a trace and said, "Junior sister Zhu, it's not easy to manage the spiritual field. Thank you for your hard work."

Zhu Mange smiled and passed by with a sound like a silver bell.

"It's not hard work. I don't know what Senior Brother Ye, a busy man like you, is doing here."

"Pick some leaves and use them as medicine."

Ye Yang did not go into too much detail. Zhu Mange said: "Recently, for some unknown reason, the aura of heaven and earth in the entire Feitian Sect has suddenly become stronger. Even the scope of the spiritual field has expanded a lot. If you want spiritual leaves, you can feel free to do so." pick."

After finishing speaking, she turned her eyes and said: "Senior Brother Ye, I have encountered some difficulties in my practice recently and I have some doubts. I wonder if I can ask for advice."

With the continuous supply of resources from the Zhu family, Zhu Mange has already entered the ninth level of ventilation, but it is difficult to break through.

"Junior sister, it doesn't matter if you say so."

Ye Yang was in short supply of spiritual stones before and had made an agreement with the other party. Now that he was no longer short of spiritual stones, he might as well give the Zhu family a favor.

"When I was practicing qi recently, whenever I was lucky enough to pass through the meridians in my lower abdomen, I always felt a slight swelling and pain in the three inches below my belly button, and the meridians were stagnant."

Hearing Zhu Mange say this, Ye Yang frowned slightly, secretly moved his hands and placed them on her lower abdomen.

A hot and rough hand pressed slightly on his lower abdomen. Zhu Mange couldn't help but blush slightly when he thought of Ye Yang's strong and upright figure when he was practicing in the courtyard.

His heart trembled slightly, and he felt his body soften, and he couldn't help but want to fall into Ye Yang's arms.

Her plump buttocks accidentally rubbed against Ye Yang's thigh. The moment their skin came into contact, it was like receiving an electric shock, followed by a feeling of comfort.

Ye Yang moved his hands, and a light of life emerged, and he said: "Do you have unbearable pain every time you have menstruation?"

Zhu Mange nodded quickly and was shocked.

"This situation has become more and more serious in recent days. I may have gone crazy."

Ye Yang smiled: "At least you have to wait until you are a martial artist to encounter someone who is obsessed with madness."

Zhu Mange didn't care either: "Brother, what's going on with me?"