Ye Fan flew up to the sky, looked far into the distance, and scanned all directions, but saw nothing. He walked away with doubts. (Internet--e

More than a month passed, and there was no change in Shizhai. When Ye Fan came back, Wang Shu and Er Lengzi were pleasantly surprised.

"Brother Ye, you are finally back. I thought you were gone."

"Brother Ye, where have you been? Why did it take so long?"

These days, Ye Fan has been in an ancient mine deep in the mountains, isolated from the world. He is very happy to see them again. He smiled and said: "I said I will come back together when I come back. Then I will take you to Yishi and let you go together."

{!·Long-cherished wish.

Zhang Wuye heard the news and rushed over. His old face was full of fluctuations, and he said in a trembling voice: "I'm back... Just come back."

Over the past few days, he has been sighing, full of sadness, blaming himself, always saying to himself, it would be great if he could stop Ye Fan. In his opinion, more than a month has passed, and Ye Fan must have been in trouble, and it must be like a thousand years.

Like the ancestor before him, he was surrounded and died in the purple mountain.

"Let's have a good celebration today." Mr. Zhang Wu swept away his depression, and the wrinkles on his old face melted away, and said: "You two idiots, Wang Shu, you two go kill the sheep and help Brother Ye wash away the dust.

Brother Ye was also very happy and said: "Today is indeed worthy of celebrating and getting drunk.

Although the people present were very happy, only Ye Fan and Zhang Wuye understood what an exciting moment this was. They had brought out the "Yuan Tian Shu". If it were spread, it would be enough to shock the Northern Territory.

Because, in the near future, it is very likely that a Yuan Tianshi will be born.

When the crowd dispersed, Zhang Wuye directly pulled Ye Fan into the courtyard, closed the door, and said with excitement and trembling words: "You...really...

With a flash of silver light, the Book of Origin appeared in Ye Fan's hand. The silver glow was hazy, like the bright moon in a well or the dragon beads in the sea, making people feel unreal.

"After a lot of hard work and close calls, I finally came out with the Book of Heaven."

"Okay, okay..." Zhang Wuye tremblingly poured a cup of tea for Ye Fan and asked him to elaborate on what happened.

When he heard that the Saint from Yaochi had besieged the Demon Mountain, he staggered for a while and said, "I never expected that the fairy from Yaochi was so attached to love and righteousness. I, the first ancestor of the Zhang family, owe her a debt."

After Ye Fan finished telling the story, the old man could not calm down until a long time ago, and said: "The Yuan Tianshu has finally been found."

He rubbed the silver book with his rough, calloused fingers, filled with emotion, and his mind finally calmed down.

Finally, Mr. Zhang Wu stood up, held the silver book and solemnly came to Ye Fan, and said: "You have gone through life and death for this book, and have gone through all kinds of hardships. I know you need it.

At this point, he paused for a moment and said: "Although this is a treasure book passed down by my Zhang family, without you, it will be lost forever. You...take it."

Ye Fan was not pretentious and said directly: "I really need this book very much, but I just need to take a look and write down the contents. The treasure book still belongs to the Zhang family."

Zhang Wuye's fingers trembled, he opened his mouth, and after a long time he said: "I am old and no longer have the energy to study this book. My children and grandchildren are exhausted, and none of them have become talented.

Please take this heavenly book. If you don’t need it in the future and you see someone smart in my Zhang family, you can pass it on to them."

"No need for this, you can just put it away after I finish watching it." Ye Fan replied with a smile.

"No, little brother Ye, listen to me, keep it in your hands for now, it will be safer that way. I know that you monks don't have a long life. If you have time in the future, just give it to the descendants of my Zhang family.

Mr. Zhang Wu had a hidden worry. He expressed his concerns, not only because there was a suitable successor for Nei Che in the clan, but also because he was a little uneasy.

Nowadays, the Northern Territory is in chaos and bandits are running rampant. He is afraid that he will not be able to protect the Book of Origin.

Children and grandchildren are impetuous and have poor aptitude, making it difficult for them to succeed in cultivation. If the news is leaked, it will inevitably lead to disaster.

"Right now, the Zhang family has no successful people. If you keep it in your hands, it will be a disaster for the family. One day, little brother Ye, when you think a suitable candidate has appeared in our Zhang family, please pass it back." At this point, he actually knelt down.

Go down.

"Okay, I make a solemn oath that I will pass the "Yuan Tian Shu" back to the Zhang family in the future." Ye Fan solemnly swore.

All the wrinkles on Mr. Zhang Wu’s face disappeared, and he was filled with smiles, as if he had fulfilled a huge wish.

The dinner was sumptuous, with a gleaming bonfire. People in the stone village sat on the ground in the open air, eating large pieces of meat and drinking wine from large bowls. Some beautiful girls danced in front of the fire. The aroma of meat and wine filled the air. People drank and drank together, enjoying themselves happily.

Suddenly, screams rang out, and women and children fled for cover.

"What is this thing? How did it get into the village?"

"Stop it quickly, don't let it run around and hurt people."

"Damn it, it actually took two whole roasted lambs in its mouth, please catch it quickly.

What was shocking was that none of the dozen strong young men stopped the black shadow. Instead, they were knocked into a rolling gourd and allowed to run away.

"It looks like a black dog. That's a big deal. I'll catch it and bring it back to eat hot pot meat." The second fool rushed out.

Not long after, Erluzi came back with a bruised nose and face, muttering: "This gun thing knocked me into the ditch."

Ye Fan was also alarmed and said: "I'll go take a look."

However, when he chased him out of the stone village, the dark shadow had already disappeared.

"You idiot, even if you like wrestling, don't get into the ditch." Wang Shu teased, "Have you seen what it is?"

"No, it's really annoying that two roast sheep were taken away. Ye Fan felt something was wrong. Your father-in-law ran so fast like ordinary wild animals, and he didn't notice any trace of them.

"It can't be that thing following me." He thought of the feeling of being spied on after coming out of Zishan.

However, what reassured him was that the black shadow did not hurt anyone and was probably not a dangerous thing.

In the following days, Ye Fan practiced quietly and meditated on the "Yuantian Book" every day.

He couldn't help but marvel that this book was worthy of being called a strange scripture, comparable to the ancient scriptures of major holy places, and the contents contained in it were mysterious and mysterious.

In Ye Fan's view, the value of this book is immeasurable. For him, it is comparable to the "Wu Shi Jing". Mastering it is like mastering a massive source.

He believed that in the eyes of many people, this book was on par with several ancient scriptures in the Eastern Wilderness, because it could determine the source of the gods and find the dragon's veins, and it was a priceless treasure.

“This is a gem among gems!”

Brother Ye believes that if he is strong enough, he may succeed in exchanging this heavenly book with the Holy Land for the opportunity to read the ancient scriptures.

Mastering the "Yuantian Book" is like mastering a divine mine that will never be exhausted. It has immeasurable significance.

Ye Fan compared it carefully and found that the material of the silver book was similar to the golden paper on which the "Tao Jing" was recorded. It was indestructible and was an unknown divine object.

In terms of refining techniques, "Yuan Tian Shu" and "Tao Jing" are obviously on the same level, and both are equally rare.

In terms of content, both are the most profound and wonderful works, and both are the works of Yi Feng in their respective fields. However, the "Tao Jing" is incomplete, with only the Wheel and Sea Scroll, while the "Yuan Tian Shu" is complete.

In a sense, the value of "Yuan Tian Shu" is far greater than that of "Tao Jing".

Ye Fan went through life and death, exploring Zishan, and the biggest gain was to obtain this heavenly book, whose value is simply immeasurable.

For a whole month, he was mesmerized and immersed in a wonderful state. Apart from practicing, he spent the rest of the time studying the "Yuan Tian Shu" even while eating.

In the past thirty days, Ye Fan has never left his hand with the Bodhisattva. Relying on the seeds of this sacred tree of enlightenment, his understanding of this wonderful book has improved by leaps and bounds.

He felt that he had thoroughly understood the basics of source identification.

"I have mastered some of the scriptures and I should try to put them into practice." Ye Fan came out of the stone house and felt the sunshine outside. He felt so soft and full of hope.

If someone else's body is a pond, then his body is a reservoir. If he wants to fill it up, he needs a lot of resources.

However, the power exerted is also completely different. At the very least, when facing monks of the same realm, he has always been overwhelming with absolute advantage, without any suspense at all.

In other words, if he reaches a later stage of cultivation and becomes a powerful person, he can even resist the siege of the major holy masters alone.

"The first realm of the Dao Palace requires one 4-jin source..." When he thought of this number, he couldn't help but laugh.

Even in the Northern Territory, Qianjinyuan and ordinary small sects can no longer bear it alone.

not to mention

"If superimposed ten times, the second realm of the Dao Palace would require one hundred thousand kilograms of energy..." This number made him twitch his horns and make his heart feel cold, which was unbearable.

As for the astronomical figures after the third realm of the Dao Palace, he forced himself not to think about it, otherwise, veins would definitely jump on his forehead.

Those terrifying figures, even the major holy places, have to change their color, which is an unbearable burden.

"In this world, there will always be some people who want to look green. I hope that person is not me..."

In this early morning, after breakfast, Ye Fan called Wang Shu and Er Lengzi and said: "I will take you to Yishi.

"Really?!" Er Lunzi turned somersaults excitedly and said, "I want to see this in my dreams, it's great!"

Wang Shu also rubbed his hands happily and said: "Since my grandfather's generation, Shizhai has completely declined, and the people in the village have almost never traveled far."

Ye Fan laughed and said: "Today, I will fulfill your wish. If you behave well, I will take you out often in the future."

"The Holy City is tens of thousands of miles away. It is really far away from here. However, the most high-end stone shopping shops opened in the major holy places are all there."

"According to the wandering Taoist priests, the legendary great powers, the royal family among the monks in Zhongzhou, and the giants in the northern region all gather in the Holy City and spend their time in the Stone Gambling Square all year round."

"Last time, the old Taoist priest said that fairies cut stones there, saints often appeared, and heroes from all over the world often fought there. Brother Ye, look at you smiling so maliciously, why don't you lay a memorial ceremony?

Do you want to win a goddess back?"

Ye Fan hurriedly put away his smile and said: "Where are you thinking? How can you go to the Holy City for the first time to gamble on stones? Today is mainly to test the waters.

He solemnly warned the two of them not to talk nonsense when they arrived at the place. The two of them had no idea about the Holy Land. They really thought they were good businessmen doing business. If they talked nonsense, they might get into trouble.

We understand that those people are like gods, and we only dare to discuss them in the village.

Pingyan City is six hundred miles away from Shizhai. It is a relatively prosperous city nearby and is located in an oasis with a radius of several hundred miles.

When Ye Fan and the other three arrived here, the sun had already risen very high. The ancient city was completely made of reddish-brown boulders, full of vicissitudes of time. According to locals, this city has a history of thousands of years and has always been the center of this area.

’s central city.
To be continued...