Fantasy: My skills are all passive

"Haha, it's okay."

Fan Jian scratched his head, his eyes suddenly shrank, and he looked at Jing Fan in astonishment and said.

"How long did you say I slept?"

"Seven days, to be precise, it should be six and a half days." Jing Fan said.

"Today is the cold dew season!"

Fan Jian was dumbfounded.

Thousands of words come together in one sentence:

"Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

"Hurry up!"

Fan Jian panicked and said in a panic:
"Senior Bi Luo, hurry up, we are leaving here!"

Biluo Qingxia asked suspiciously:
"Leave? How to leave?"

Fan Jian quickly said:

"Stop asking, grab my clothes, and I'll take you away!"

When the two heard this, they immediately grabbed Fan Jian's clothes.

Fan Jian closed his eyes, and recalled in his mind the stone when the two of them fell, and when the Qianshan Feidu kung fu was activated, it appeared on the stone in an instant.

Seeing the dim light around him, Fan Jian almost thought he was still underwater.

On closer inspection, it turns out that's not the case.

It is true that it is six days later, but it is the early morning of the cold dew solar term. Since there is no skylight as a reference, Jingfan's time calculation has some deviations.

The cold dew season is the most foggy day in Hanshize. The entire lake is covered with dense fog, covering a little bit of starlight, making it impossible for any light to come through.

As soon as Fan Jiang settled down, he heard a voice from the shore:
"Who!"

The voice was delicate and soft, Fan Jian's heart moved when he heard it, he flew over, put his arms around the man's waist and said.

"Qingqing, I thought I would never see you again!"

Ye Qingqing suddenly had tears in her eyes, and cried and said:

"You are necrotic! Are you unhappy if you don't let me cry? Elder Shen said that you might fall into the cold stone lake, which frightened us all, you know? If you don't come back, my aunt and I will die." Ready to go down and find you!"

When Fan Jian heard this, he rubbed her head in distress and said:
"I'm sorry... I was wrong, don't cry, I will take you with me wherever I go in the future, even if I fall into hell, I will never leave you, okay?"

Ye Qingqing cried and said:

"Well, what you say is what you say!"

The two were intimate for a while, and Gu Shengren also heard the sound, and there was a lot of reproach and resentment. Fan Jian coaxed and teased them, and finally made the two laugh.

At this time, Elder Shen and Elder Shen also came out, and even Guigu Gudeng also came. He brought some magic ropes. If Fan Jian didn't show up today, he might really have to go into the water to find them.

"Fortunately, little brother Fan, you came back in time. When the first ray of morning light hits, the dew will start to condense until the water mist in Hanshize dissipates."

Fan Jian nodded, and flew up to the sky to look at the horizon, and saw that the sky in the distance had already turned white.

Hastily jumped down and said:

"Give me a dew container!"

Guigu Gudeng took out a bottle the size of a forearm and said:

"Let's use it, a common water bottle, a bottle can hold ten buckets of water."

Fan Jian took the bottle and jumped onto the rock.

Close your eyes and open all five senses.

Hearing the sound of water dripping slowly, Fan Jian raised his hand and hooked it, and a drop of dew flew into the polywater bottle.

As the sky gradually brightened, the stones were moistened by water vapor, alternating between warm and cold, and soon began to condense dew. Go to the next area.

The entire Hanshize has a radius of a hundred miles, and Fan Jian is flying over the stones like a dragonfly, followed by the ingested dew that has not reached the bottle.

Fan Jian had a great time by himself.

The dots of dew seemed to be chasing the elves behind him, flying away under the strength of Biwei Qingzhen, and then entered the bottle in strands.

He felt that if he added a wing at this time, he would definitely look like a butterfly flying among flowers, or a swan dancing on Swan Lake.

Involuntarily, Fan Jian began to dance ballet on each rock.

At this time, the cloud and mist had gradually thinned, and everyone was dumbfounded when they saw Fan Jian's appearance.

Ye Qingqing said suspiciously:

"Sister, why does brother Jian want to learn how to jump like a grasshopper?"

"So that kind of bug is called a grasshopper!"

Gu Shengren nodded thoughtfully.

Fan Jian's five senses were fully activated, and he almost stepped on the ground and fell into the water when he heard this.

I don't know!
My name is Tchaikovsky!

Dance of Prince Siegfried!
When Fan Jian was excited, he heard the sound of water in the bottle, and when he looked down, he saw that the dew had filled a whole bottle.

what?
This is full?

Looking around, the mist was already very thin. Although the dew was still condensing at this time, it was much scarcer, so he shrugged immediately.

So be it!

When everyone saw Fan Jian coming back, they immediately said in doubt:

"what happened?"

"It's full!" Fan Jian said flatly.

Everyone was shocked when they heard the words.

Guigu Gudeng stepped forward excitedly to take the water bottle, and said in astonishment, "Why are you so fast?"

"Let's be clear! Otherwise, it's easy to be misunderstood!" Fan Jian said.

"Who am I? I am everyone's favorite, the flower blooms, a branch of pear blossom presses the begonia, the universe is super invincible, and I am known as the beautiful boy of the Thunderbolt Century..."

"Slap!" Gu Shengren walked over and slapped him on the head and said:
"Why so many words?"

Fan Jian shrank his neck in embarrassment and said:

"The head of the beautiful boy Fan..."

Guigu Gudeng said with a smile:

"Little brother Fan is really amazing! I really admire my brother!"

Fan Jian heard the words and said quickly:

"By the way, you get half of this water, I'm going to use it to make wine!"

"Brewing?" Everyone looked at Fan Jian suspiciously.

Ye Qingqing said happily:

"Brother Jian, do you really want to make me non-spicy wine?"

Fan Jian put his arms around Ye Qingqing's waist with a smile and said:
"Of course, and the purple cloud fruit is used to make wine, nourishing and beautifying, and rejuvenating!"

Everyone was shocked when they heard the words.

Fan Jian's words are really not surprising.

The preciousness of the purple cloud fruit is so rare that even land gods can't ignore it. If it is used to make wine, it's okay if it succeeds, but wouldn't it be a waste of money if it fails?
Speaking of Ziyun fruit, Fan Jian immediately looked around, only to realize that Bi Luo Qingxia had left at some point.

This woman was talking about it, and she saved her by herself, but she didn't even say thank you.

It's really rude to just take a broken stone and exchange myself for a purple cloud fruit.

Guigu Gudeng took out another polywater bottle, divided half of it into Han Shilu and handed it to Fan Jian, saying:

"The purple cloud fruit is your own, brother Fan. I logically say that I shouldn't decide for you, but can you exchange it for me? I will exchange it with the magic weapon of Tianji Zhongpin!"

Fan Jian heard the words and said immediately:

"Are you so unconfident in me? Have you forgotten my Xiaofan barbecue forging method?"

Guigu Gudeng rolled his eyes and said:

"It's not that I don't believe it. Even if you really know how to brew it, the purple cloud fruit is too precious. If you accidentally brew it and fail..."

"Cut!" Fan Jian said with a sneer.

"I'll let you see that I'm not only the god of medicine, but also the god of wine!"