A crystal grape entered Zhong Ling's belly in just three or two seconds.
However, seeing that Zhong Ling still looked unfinished, Yang Fan was not stingy and took out another one and placed it in front of Zhong Ling.
But this time, Zhong Ling was obviously not as excited as before. He raised his head and glanced at Yang Fan, then hugged a large piece of crystal grape and began to eat it.
"Your companion spirit body, Zhong Ling, feels the care and love of its master. It is in a good mood, happy, and its loyalty has been slightly improved."
Yang Fan's handsome face darkened.
That's a bit much.
The second grape didn't even have any loyalty at all. It was a level four spiritual fruit, and many people might never have the chance to eat it in their lifetime.
As a result, this girl started to dislike it after taking the second pill, which is a typical rhythm of a prodigal.
With such a naughty little mouth, I don’t know how many elixirs and fruits he will waste in the future!
Yang Fan decisively gave up the confession.
I will never tolerate her bad habits.
Raising his hand, he summoned his personal brain from the outside world and opened the cartoon "Silly Chicken". Yang Fan said softly: "You can watch the cartoon here by yourself first. Go out and be quiet!"
After saying that, Yang Fan walked away directly.
Zhong Lingze's eyes shone, and he took the watch enthusiastically, lying casually on the sea, immersed in the animation, and didn't care at all about Yang Fan's departure.
"Your companion spirit body, Zhong Ling, feels the care and love of its master. It is in a good mood and has a happy spirit. Its loyalty has been greatly improved, and its loyalty is +10."
The idea just returned.
Yang Fan received this prompt from the system, and then Yang Fan's expression was startled, and he couldn't help but smile and shake his head.
A cartoon is actually worth ten or even twenty level four spiritual fruits. This little guy, even though he has lived for more than 1,600 years, is still like a child, very easy to coax. .
fair enough.
save money.
Yang Fan's mood instantly became very happy. After going out, he would find some more cartoons for this girl. Maybe her loyalty would be fully rewarded easily.
His mind returned to his original body, and Yang Fan slowly opened his eyes.
The bathhouse is gone.
His clothes were back again.
It was as if everything he had experienced in the bath had never happened at all.
"You broke out of the heaven-level psychic illusion array, realized something in your heart, and learned the heaven-level psychic illusion array - dream reality. Mental power +100, formation experience +1. Initial skill proficiency +100 , current skill proficiency (100/1000).”
moment.
The experience of the formation, as well as the principles of the illusory formation of dream reality were imprinted in Yang Fan's mind. Yang Fan had an enlightenment. When he looked at the world in front of him, he felt that everything seemed to be in the mist, and he felt more and more illusory and misty. .
When you don’t understand, everything in front of you is real, everything feels clearly visible, and what you see is what you hear.
With a little understanding of the practice, everything in front of you is illusory. It feels like everything you see is blurred, and what you see is illusory.
This is how Yang Fan feels now.
It was clear that just now he felt that his world was extremely clear, but after the formation experience and the heaven-level magic formation were imprinted in his mind, the whole world seemed to have changed.
The mountains are not mountains, the water is not water, and everything around me feels so unreal.
"What on earth is going on? Was I in the real world just now, or have I always been in an illusion?"
Yang Fan was confused.
His thoughts swept across the sea of consciousness, and in the sea of consciousness, the thousand-year-old spirit Zhong Ling was still watching the third episode of "Stupid Chicks" with relish, giggling.
Zhong Ling is real.
But why did the bathroom just now feel unreal
And where is he now? Why is there so much emptiness around him and no trace of reality
"What a terrifying young man! I didn't expect that it only took you less than ten minutes to completely crack my dream-reality illusion array. It's amazing!"
A low and gentle voice of admiration suddenly came to Yang Fan's ears, and then he felt his body being pulled by an inexplicable suction force. His vision went dark and then brightened, and he was pulled to an antique courtyard in a flash. middle.
Wooden pavilion, stone chairs, incense burner, purple smoke.
In addition, the stream beside the pavilion is gurgling, and the full moon hangs high in the sky.
It has a very poetic and picturesque atmosphere.
On the stone chair in the pavilion, there was a thin old man with white beard and hair, who was carefully adjusting the fire to cook tea. The fragrance of tea was drifting towards the direction of Yang Fan.
Yang Fan raised his nose and sniffed lightly, and couldn't help but salivate.
Even a layman like him, who usually only drinks tea to quench his thirst, felt that the taste of this pot of tea must be good.
Is this fantasy or reality
Yang Fan said nothing and stared at the old man and the surrounding environment for a long time, but could not see any flaws.
"You have been in the dreamy reality of the heaven-level spiritual energy illusion array for one minute, and your heart has been touched. Your understanding of the dreamy reality array has been further deepened, your array experience +1, and your skill proficiency +500."
After hearing the system prompts, Yang Fan confirmed that he should indeed be in a fantasy world now, but the fantasy here was so real, so real that with his current dream-reality skill level, there was no flaw at all.
What a brilliant magic formation technique.
What an awesome way to trap enemies.
It’s okay not to accept it.
"Why, little friend, aren't you going to come over and have a glass of my freshly brewed Daqianmen?"
The old man who was making tea looked up at Yang Fan, stroked his beard and greeted softly.
Yang Fan calmed down and bowed his hand to the old man: "This old gentleman is here to invite you. Xiao Ke is new here, so I am very offended. Do you dare to ask the old gentleman about your name?"
Yang Fan did not dare to take it lightly. From the old man's words just now and the magical means of summoning him, it was clear that the old man in front of him was an extremely powerful illusion master.
The real illusion he experienced in the bathhouse before was probably his work.
Although the dream reality is an illusion, there is reality within the imaginary, and imaginary within the reality. The space may be false, but the thousand-year-old chalcedony and the thousand-year-old spirit body there are all real.
Thousand-year-old chalcedony liquid and nine-color mysterious jade are still placed quietly in his collection space. Zhong Ling has even entered into a soul contract with him and became his companion spiritual pet.
These are real things and cannot be faked.
And being able to casually take out an entire bathhouse of millennium chalcedony as bath water, and take an extremely rare millennium spirit body as the ultimate reward for passing a level, such an existence is definitely not a simple thing.
Can't afford to offend.
Therefore, Yang Fan behaves very well now.
Be polite and courteous.
The old man in the pavilion really liked this. Seeing Yang Fan being so polite, the smile on his face became even brighter.
"You don't have to be so formal." The old man waved to Yang Fan with a warm smile and said, "Come, come and sit opposite me. If you have anything to say, let's talk slowly."
"Thank you, old man. I would rather be respectful than obey my orders!"
Yang Fan bowed his hands to the old man again, and then carefully stepped into the pavilion.
The aroma of tea became stronger. When Yang Fan heard this meditation, he felt refreshed and his whole mind became clear.
"You smell a hint of the aroma of the ninth-level spiritual tea. Your mind is clear and your mind is clear. Your mental power has been improved. Your mental power is +300 and your intelligence is +1."
The system prompts followed, and Yang Fan's eyes lit up. He couldn't help but raise his nose and take a sharp sniff. As a result, the aroma was still the same, but it no longer had the refreshing feeling just now.
The old man chuckled, knowing full well what Yang Fan was doing.
"To be able to discover the mystery of this big front door so quickly, your affinity for spiritual power is indeed extraordinary."
The old man praised softly and looked at Yang Fan with more and more satisfaction.
Hearing the name Daqianmen, Yang Fan couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. The name was chosen casually, and it sounded like the name of a certain kind of cigarette before the disaster.
"The old gentleman is ridiculous. This junior is just a little better than ordinary geniuses, and is not worth mentioning."
Yang Fan was very humble, and slowly sat down on the stone chair opposite the old man, and said softly: "To be honest, I don't have much research on tea ceremony, but the tea leaves of my senior are extraordinary at first sight. I wonder if I will be lucky enough to drink it later." One cup?”
"Of course!" The old man laughed and said, stroking his beard: "I invite you here this time just to meet your friends over tea. If you like it, you can naturally have a few more cups."
"I'm not bragging. Except for me, you won't be able to find even a trace of this big front door on the entire Origin Star. It is definitely the best of the best."
The old man seemed to enjoy Yang Fan's praise of his tea. He was in a good mood and began to brag about himself unconsciously.
"That's natural." Yang Fan took it seriously and continued to flatter him, saying: "This junior has never even heard of the ninth-grade spiritual tea, not to mention drinking it. That's why you, senior, are like this Only a powerful person has the opportunity and ability to pick such a superb spiritual tea.”
The old man's eyes narrowed, and he couldn't help but raise his head and take a deep look at Yang Fan: "You, a junior, have good eyesight. You can actually tell the grade of my spiritual tea at a glance. Not bad, not bad!"
"It was a fluke, senior, I was so complimentary." Yang Fan asked the old man again: "I don't know the old man's name yet, can you tell me easily?"
Yang Fan had just tried to use the identification technique on the old man. As expected, the results of the identification were all a series of question marks and no information at all.
"It's just a name, not worth mentioning." The old man smiled and shook his head, and said softly: "If you must have a name, you can call me Mr. Wuliu."
Mr. Wuliu
Yang Fan's teeth were sore for a while. Does this old man think that Yang Shuaishuai has never read a book
Mr. Wuliu is clearly an ancient man’s nickname, but you are shamelessly borrowing it
Feeling contempt in his heart, but still with a smile on his face, Yang Fan handed over his hand and said, "It turns out it's Mr. Wu Liu who is in front of you. This junior is polite here."
"May I ask senior, what kind of place is this? Senior called me here, isn't it just for drinking tea and chatting?"
Yang Fan asked directly.
Mr. Wu Liu smiled slightly and did not answer in a hurry. Instead, he gently picked up the teapot in his hand and slowly filled a cup into the teacup in front of Yang Fan.
"Don't rush to talk about some trivial matters first. Come on, little friend, let's try my tea-making skills first."
(End of chapter)