Traveling through time, collecting handsome men, even the master can't escape!

Chapter 127 Immortal Grass and Xirang

I saw that the middle-aged man sitting on the seat had stood up, still holding the bowl in his hand. At this moment, he was staring at me with curiosity on his face.

"You...are you a human...or a ghost?" Wu Yuying's face changed. She stepped back subconsciously, hesitatingly.

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The middle-aged man turned his head to look above the hall, was silent for a while, then looked at Wu Yuying again with a wry smile on his face.

"This old man is not a human being..."

Before he finished speaking, Wu Yuying's body trembled suddenly and she screamed, "Then you are a ghost! I have no grudge against you, don't bother me..." Her voice became weaker as she spoke the rest of the sentence.

"You little brat! You interrupted me before I could even finish my sentence!" The middle-aged man smiled, a helpless look on his face, and then continued.

"But it's not a ghost either!"

"Not a human? Not a ghost? Then what could it be?" Wu Yuying frowned, glanced at the middle-aged man, and said in a low voice.

At this moment, Hua Meinan's voice sounded from her right.

"He is a thought!"

"To be precise, it is a trace of thought from the original owner of this body!"

Suddenly, Wu Yuying turned her head to the right, and saw that Hua Meinan had come out from the space of all worlds at some point.

"Hua Meinan, why did you come out? Have you gotten rid of that monster?" Wu Yuying looked delighted, grabbed Hua Meinan's arm, and asked excitedly.

The pretty boy looked sideways at his arm expressionlessly, staring at the middle-aged man, and said in a flat tone, "He's dead!"

"Wow! Hua handsome boy, you are so awesome. Nothing can stop you!" Wu Yuying took the opportunity to flatter him.

However, it was of no use. The pretty boy glanced at her without changing his expression, and a voice had already reached the middle-aged man's mind.

"I hope you won't mention my identity! Thank you!"

The middle-aged man glanced at Wu Yuying, nodded thoughtfully, looked at Hua Meinan, and asked.

"I guess that monster was killed by you, fellow Taoist! I admire you so much!"

The pretty boy nodded slightly to show his agreement.

Afterwards, the two of them seemed to be chatting casually, but in fact they were discussing serious matters using their spiritual sense in private.

Not long after, they ended their conversation. Wu Yuying only saw them exchange three sentences throughout the whole conversation.

At this time, the middle-aged man came over and handed the bowl in his hand to her.

This sudden gift left Wu Yuying completely baffled. She was stunned and completely confused.

"That's?"

This... this bowl that the middle-aged man treasured until his death was just given to her so casually?

This is simply the most speechless event in the universe, and even Wu Yuying can't dance anymore.

She even wondered for a moment whether the bowl and the grass inside were some kind of unlucky thing.

However, the pretty boy nodded to her, indicating that she should accept it. She had no choice but to hold the bowl in her hands and ask about it later when she had time, what exactly happened.

Afterwards, the handsome man next to him disappeared. The middle-aged man took a deep look at the bowl in Wu Yuying's hand and smiled at him.

"Good luck, young man!"

After he finished speaking, the middle-aged man's body turned into nothingness and disappeared in the hall.

Wu Yuying was stunned. The hall, which had been bustling with activity just a moment ago, was now filled with only her. She felt as if she were dreaming.

She shook her head, looked at the bowl in her hand, fixed her eyes, and walked towards the spirit vein.

Suddenly, the handsome man appeared in front of her again, and Wu Yuying saw that there was a small pile of soil in her hand.

She rolled her eyes and felt that the soil looked familiar, but she couldn't remember it for a while.

Perhaps it was because so many things had happened in the past few days and she had absorbed so much that the memory in her brain began to become confused.

"Hua Meinan, this is..." She looked at Hua Meinan in confusion and asked.

"Put it in there!" The pretty boy handed the soil in his hand to Wu Yuying and pointed to the bowl in her hand.

"Oh, okay."

Wu Yuying would not have the slightest doubt about Hua Meinan's words.

Then, she placed the bowl under Hua Meinan's hand and carefully moved all the dirt in Hua Meinan's hand into the bowl.

Only then did she realize that the soil in the handsome boy's hands was exactly the same as the soil in the bowl.

The pretty boy suddenly disappeared just now and suddenly appeared again. It turned out that he went to get the soil. This made her realize that the soil must be very precious.

With the small pile of soil from the pretty boy, the bowl was finally filled up. She found that the grass in the bowl seemed very happy. The originally dull green light on its body became much brighter, and it seemed to have grown a little taller.

Suddenly, Wu Yuying raised her head and asked Hua Meinan what she was wondering, "Hua Meinan, what kind of treasures are this bowl and the grass inside? I see that you and the senior just now both value them very much."

Hua Meinan seemed to know that Wu Yuying would ask this question. He smiled and explained, "This bowl is just a container, but the grass and soil inside are of great significance!"

"Oh? What's your background? Pretty boy, tell me quickly." Wu Yuying's eyes lit up, she became interested and asked quickly.

Since even Hua Meinan said that he had a great background, then he really had a great background! Hua Meinan had experienced much more than her, not just a little bit...

Next, Hua Meinan began to explain to Gu Fei the origin of the grass and soil.

After a long time, Wu Yuying had a general idea of the situation.

It turns out that this little grass is called "Immortal Grass" and is one of the ten magical objects. It has many magical uses, and the most powerful of them is its terrifying life-saving and recovery abilities.

As long as you still have a breath, a wisp of soul, a trace of consciousness, etc., with the Immortal Grass in your hand, it can keep you in your current state, no longer continue to weaken, and it will recover at the fastest speed. It has many benefits.

Therefore, it is the supreme treasure that all practitioners dream of and want to obtain, and no living thing will refuse it.

As for that soil, it is not ordinary soil. It is called "Xiran". It is the most fertile soil in the world and has the most abundant nutrients. It is the place where all plant life dreams of living.

These include immortal grass and several other plant-based magical objects.

At this time, Hua Meinan said, "Xiaoying, take out a drop of blood and let the Immortal Grass recognize you as its master!"

"Oh, okay..." Thinking of cutting blood, Wu Yuying responded in a weak voice, and then hesitated, not daring to start for a long time.

Later, the handsome man standing by couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he personally cut Wu Yuying's blood to recognize her master! Wu Yuying screamed in pain the whole time.

Essence blood is different from other blood. Losing even a drop of it will have an impact on the body.

After successfully recognizing the master, the bowl and the immortal grass inside it entered her body and went directly to her dantian.

Afterwards, Wu Yuying stared at Hua Meinan with a resentful look, blaming him for being so decisive just now. However, the latter simply ignored her and her little emotions, and went directly into Yan Xiaopang's misty dream.

For this reason, Wu Yuying had no choice but to give up. She slowly came to the spirit vein, sat down cross-legged, and used the spirit vein to recover from her injuries caused by the loss of essence and blood.

With the help of the Immortal Grass, it won't take long for her to recover.

Misty Dream

As soon as Hua Meinan came in, he heard a dissatisfied rebuke.

"Hey, hey, hey, who is that? I've already given you all the Xirang I have, what are you still doing here?"

"You are not welcome here, please get out!"

In the attic, Fat Yan was lying on his side on the bed with his round belly pressed against the bed. His fat face was red and he looked as if everyone owed him money.

At this time, Hua Meinan's voice appeared beside the bed. Looking at Yan Xiaopang on the bed, there was a hint of embarrassment in his eyes. He moved his lips slightly and uttered a sound.

"Yan boy, I'm sorry for what happened just now!"

"In the future, I will definitely compensate you!"

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Yan Xiaopang's chubby body suddenly jumped up from the bed, glared at the pretty boy, and said in a sarcastic tone.

"Compensation! What are you going to use as compensation? Do you know what it is? Xirang, that is Xirang!"

"I have worked so hard in my life to get this little bit, and you just snatched it away from me!"

"You, a dragon who loves the new and dislikes the old, make me so sad. Our friendship of so many years is not as good as that stinky girl in her early 20s out there..."

As Yan Xiaopang spoke, he became more and more excited, his eyes banging and sparkling.

"Okay, boy Yan, I was wrong this time! I can agree to your conditions from last time!" The pretty boy said slowly with a helpless look on his face.

"You're serious!" Yan Xiaopang's expression lit up, he wiped away his tears, and his eyes blossomed with bright colors.

"Seriously!" The pretty boy nodded and looked at Yan Xiaopang sincerely, who had a cheerful smile on his face.

"Great, great..."