After they left Wuliang Valley, they had to experience it everywhere, but after all, they were not grown up in Wuji Holy Heaven. Most of their understanding of Wuji Holy Heaven was superficial and not profound. They really didn't know where to go for a while.
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Dongji City held a Taoist ceremony, and any famous masters of artifacts will gather here, and many strong people will come to visit. Isn’t this a great opportunity for them to increase their experience and improve their horizons, even if they don’t make it for Tianyue Purple Soul Gold,
They will never miss it.
"I'm so happy. Could it be that I've long thought that old man was so upset and didn't want to stay for a moment?" Seeing Gu Fenghua's joyful look, Zhang Yidao joked again.
"How can I, my seniors are so kind to us, and I am so approachable. On my seniors, I seem to see my grandfather again, and I wish I could stay by my seniors for the rest of my life, serve tea and water to fulfill my filial piety." Zhang Yidao knew that Zhang Yidao
Gu Fenghua also joked with his personality. However, the joke was half true and half false. On Zhang Yidao, she really vaguely saw her grandfather's figure, and the corners of her eyes were slightly wet when she spoke.
"Yes, I remember my father too. Senior, there is a belt here. I originally wanted to give it to my father, but I don't know when I will go back. I'll give it to my senior. I hope my senior is as blessed as the East China Sea and long as the South Mountain
.” Hearing Gu Fenghua's words, Luo Enen felt melancholy, and remembered his relatives who were far away from home and could meet at some time. While wiping tears, he took out a belt and handed it to Zhang Yidao.
Giving gifts! Why did this girl remember the gifts again? Gu Fenghua opened her mouth, and a layer of sweat couldn't help but seep out of her forehead.
"I don't know how my uncle is doing recently? I also saw my uncle in my senior's body. Here is a good book that I personally collect. Although it is not a masterpiece of famous masters, it is unique in Wuji Shengtian. Now it is given to my senior's leisure time.
It is my intention to get rid of the fatigue and relieve my boredom at this time." Ye Wuse took out a book from his arms and handed it to Zhang Yidao.
The cover of the book has turned slightly yellow and the edges have been worn. Obviously, Ye Wuse has spent a lot of energy on this book. I don’t know how many times I read it, but it has not been damaged at all. It can be seen that he cherishes it very much.
.The "Sutra of Heaven and Earth", the title of the book "Long Feifengwu" reveals a bit of mysterious and strange feeling.
"I also remember Xinghua's grandfather. Although he is not a close relative of blood, he still treats me equally. I didn't accompany him well before I left. I really owe him too much." The fat white man wiped his tears and took out a mouthful.
The dark pot, "Senior, I have used this pot since I was a child. It was made by a famous teacher. I wanted to use it with my own hands to make delicious food for my grandfather to taste it, but I don't know what
I can only go back when I go back. Today I will give it to you. When I have time, I can make some food and take good care of my health. It is also my filial piety."
Zhang Yidao's mouth twitched, it would be fine if someone else gave him a belt and a book, but why did you do the pot? After staying in Wuliang Valley for so many days, the fat white man made several meals and asked him to taste it. It was full of color, fragrance and taste.
He praised the food all the time. Looking back, he still felt the fragrance on his cheeks, and even secretly sighed that it would be a pity not to be a chef with this guy's good skills.
But it’s your business whether you are a cook or not. I don’t want to be a cook, so why do I give it to me?
Zhang Yidao subconsciously wanted to refuse, but when he saw the white fat man's tears of guilt, he couldn't bear to hurt his heart, so he finally took it.