Chapter 148 Goodbye Zhu Mange

After Ye Yang heard this, his expression changed.

"Could it be?"

Ye Yang frowned slightly, secretly wondering what had happened between this master and disciple, or father and son.

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

"Brother Ye, I came to you this time to say goodbye. I have reached the fourth level of warrior and am preparing to set off to the Dayun Dynasty for training. At the same time, I am looking for a suitable evil spirit to dispel the evil and condense the purity."

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

"What's the use of these false names? Apart from anything else, I know myself well. If you wanted this title at that time, I would not be able to defeat you."

Ye Yang changed the subject: "I heard that the Great Fortune Dynasty has many cultivators, immortals and mortals living together, and it is extremely prosperous. I hope that you will have a smooth journey when you go there to practice, and achieve success."

Dugu Qiang nodded and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother, for healing my wounds. If we are destined to meet again in the future, we can drink and chat in Beijing 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 tastes bitter but sweet, just 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 tea had a faint aroma and Dugu Qiang was very excited.

"I've heard that my senior brother is good at making tea. This Bitan Piaohua is famous. It can neutralize the chaotic energy in the body. It's rare to see it. I've been craving it for a long time."

After taking the tea, Dugu Qiang slowly left the yard.

……

During this period, Ye Yang has been practicing diligently in Feitian Sect. After breaking through to the second level of warrior, the Jingyun Pill in his hand could no longer keep up with the consumption.

During the trip to the Longevity Barrier, he harvested many spiritual materials, among which the Hundred-Year-Old Red Fruit was the main ingredient of the Jingyun Pill. So he asked Gu Xuan to help him refine another batch of Jingyun Pills.

It is worth mentioning that many disciples of Feitian Sect reaped rich rewards in the longevity barrier, and many disciples contributed elixirs to the sect. During this period of time, the sect’s supply of various elixirs was abundant.

In addition to the Jingyun Pill, he also used his contribution points to exchange for many Monster-Feeding Pills for the Sun-Chasing Flying Turtle to take.

Ever since it devoured the flesh and blood of the three-headed Sky-Swallowing Python, the Sun-Chasing Flying Turtle has changed more and more. Some scales have even grown on its limbs, and its body has grown larger.

Time flies, and before I knew it, another half a year has passed.

Ever since Dugu Qiang left, there has been an endless stream of people looking for him to stay in touch with him, especially the group of new cultivators recruited by the sect, who always want to build a relationship with him for no reason.

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

Next to the stone well, there is a strong spiritual energy, the courtyard is filled with the fragrance of lotus, and the white mist is hazy, fresh and natural.

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

Previously in the Longevity Barrier, after he took the Marrow Cleansing Spirit Fruit, new changes occurred in his destiny, and it seemed that some special pupil technique was about to awaken.

However, his original life had been in a deep sleep during this period of time, and now his eyes were becoming more and more painful and itchy. He vaguely guessed that his original 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 sun rises in the east, the rays of light are brilliant golden and red, and the golden light of the sun shines all over Feitian Gate, making it look like a fairyland.

Ye Yang walked out of the courtyard alone.

……

The sunlight shone through the window lattice, and Xiuya, bathed in the warm sunlight, slowly woke up from the bed.

She stretched out a pair of slender, white, jade-like legs and rubbed her sleepy eyes. She was suddenly awakened when she saw Ye Yang had finished his practice outside the window.

"Oh no, I overslept again. I should have prepared spiritual food for you in advance."

Thinking of this, she rubbed her head, feeling quite annoyed, and quickly got up to get ready.

But Ye Yang had already walked out of the yard.

"No wonder you have achieved such great success at such a young age. I heard that his aptitude is not that great, but he trains hard in winter and summer, and he always persists. I don't know how many geniuses have been surpassed by him."

Xiu Ya felt a strong sense of admiration in her heart.

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

This is something that no other disciple of Feitian Sect can match.

……

As the sun rises, the Feitian Gate 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 and condensed into water droplets on the leaves. When the wind blew, the water droplets were all over the ground.

Ye Yang walked at a very fast speed. Along the way, many monks had already gotten up and were practicing by breathing in the first ray of purple air between heaven and earth. Feitianmen covers a large area, and several mountains around it 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 the spiritual rice matures. Ye Yang crossed the front mountain and saw a silver waterfall in the valley, flowing from top to bottom, with water splashing.

The water spirit fields inside the gate are distributed around the waterfall, while the terraced fields opened up on the back mountain are dry spirit lands used to grow spiritual wheat.

"I heard that soaking Linggu leaves in water and then applying it to the eyes can keep the eyes clear and relieve pain."

Ye Yang walked to the side of the waterfall, water splashed and wet his sleeves. He looked into the distance and saw that the spiritual field was full of golden rice with thick leaves, and each plant was a full meter tall.

Some of the late rice has not yet matured. When the wind blows, the bluish-white rice flowers float back and forth, with a sweet fragrance.

He found a few plants that were growing well, plucked off a few leaves, and planned to soak them in spiritual water and apply them to his eyes when he got back.

But I never expected to hear a voice.

"Your disciple is so unruly. Why did you come to pick leaves without telling me?"

A pleasant voice was heard, Ye Yang raised his head, and found a tall and graceful figure walking out of the spiritual field. After seeing that it was Ye Yang, the woman quickly changed her tone.

"Who was it? It turned out to be Senior Brother Ye. What's the point of these leaves? Come here quickly. The leaves here are fat and big..."

"It's Junior Sister Zhu, why are you here?"

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

She was wearing a moon-white gauze skirt, her plump and perky buttocks lifted up the moon-white gauze high, and her pair of round and slender legs were half covered, with a part of them showing from under the hem, looking smooth and delicate.

"Brother Ye, who told you not to help me? I am just relying on myself to earn contribution points!"

Zhu Mange gritted her teeth, showing a bit of anger and a bit of coquettishness.

Ye Yang smiled, not taking her coquettishness seriously. At this moment, Zhu Mange moved closer to him, with a gleam of light in her eyes.

"Brother Ye! I heard that a batch of martial arts golden elixirs appeared in the sect recently. Did you know about this?"

She stretched out her jade hand and slid it across Ye Yang's chest, as if trying to find out something.

"What! There is such a thing."

Ye Yang was shocked and pretended not to know. Seeing Ye Yang's reaction so big, Zhu Mange frowned slightly. Even Ye Protector of the Personnel Hall in front of him didn't know about it. Could it be that the news was false?

This made it a bit difficult for her.

During this period, she worked hard day and night. First, she formed a team to go out and kill monsters to earn contribution points. As soon as she returned to the sect, she took on various tasks. Her purpose was not to get the Golden Pill of Martial Fortune.

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, her voice as sweet as a silver bell.

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

"Pick some leaves and use them as medicine."

Ye Yang didn't go into too much detail, so Zhu Mange said, "I don't know why, but the spiritual energy in the entire Feitian Sect has suddenly become richer recently, and even the range of the spiritual fields has expanded a lot. Brother, feel free to pick any spiritual leaves you want."

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

With the Zhu family's constant supply of resources, Zhu Mange had already entered the ninth level of ventilation, but was having difficulty breaking through.

"Junior sister, you can speak freely."

Before, Ye Yang was short of spirit stones and had made an agreement with the other party. Now that he is no longer short of spirit stones, it would be fine for him to do the Zhu family a favor.

"When I was practicing Qi recently, whenever Qi passed through the lower abdominal meridians, I always felt a slight swelling and pain three inches below the navel, and the meridians were blocked."

Hearing Zhu Mange say this, Ye Yang frowned slightly, secretly activated the Withered Hand, and placed his hand on her lower abdomen.

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

My heart trembled slightly, and I felt my body soften. I couldn't help but want to fall into Ye Yang's arms.

Her plump and raised buttocks accidentally rubbed against Ye Yang's thigh. The moment their skin touched, she felt like she was electrocuted, followed by a feeling of comfort.

Ye Yang performed the Withering and Flourishing Hand, and a ray of life light emerged. He said, "Do you suffer from unbearable pain every time you have your period?"

Zhu Mange nodded quickly, horrified.

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

Ye Yang smiled: "You can only encounter the state of being possessed by a demon after you become a warrior."

Zhu Mange didn't care: "Brother, what's wrong with me?"

(End of this chapter)