I was forced to control the world of cultivating immortals

"understand!"

Shangguan Wan'er was clever, and immediately understood what Ye Nan meant.

Isn't that the kind of rocking chair?
Immediately, she walked into a furniture store.

After a few breaths.

He walked out with a recliner.

"Brother Ye, lie down and I'll shake you."

She helped Ye Nan onto the reclining chair, and stood at the head of the chair to help him shake up.

When an old lady selling groceries passed by with her cart.

She conveniently bought another fan, and fanned Ye Nan slowly~~
"What's the matter with these two people? They set up stalls and squatted on the ground. After a long time, their legs are sore and their feet are numb."

"But what about him? Why does he seem to be on vacation?"

"Ghost knows, maybe these two people think it doesn't matter whether they sell it or not, anyway, they can't sell it anyway, the pot is broken."

"It makes sense, but looking at his unrestrained appearance, my teeth are a little itchy."

All kinds of rustling discussions sounded around.

Ye Nan didn't care so much, he simply fell asleep.

……

the same moment.

The gray-clothed old man turned around on the street.

He followed the road pointed by Ye Nan, turning east and west.

Finally, after several hours, they came to a place.

Look up.

This turned out to be a garbage dump.

Smelly rotten vegetables and fruits were everywhere on the ground, exuding a disgusting smell.

Not to mention treasures, there is not even a decent thing.

"That kid can't be fooled by me, can he?"

The old man in gray murmured.

The more I think about it, the more it feels wrong.

It was indeed following the route given by that kid!
He walks as he lets himself go.

can.

Why didn't I go to the treasure house and didn't say it, but came to the garbage dump?

After a while, he slapped his forehead and suddenly realized!

"Oops! My brain is not working well, I was tricked!"

With a bang, the old man in gray jumped three feet in anger.

Grandma, don't worry about yourself.

If you think about it with your feet, you will know that others know the location of the treasure house and wish to empty it overnight.

How can you tell yourself?
and.

As a majestic elder of the Dinglong Holy Land, I was really cheated!

If this gets out, where will I put my face?

Therefore, this matter cannot be spoken out.

Instead, he had to deliberately say that he had indeed picked up the treasure, so as to make that kid greedy and cheat him too!
"Hmph, since you tricked me, then I just don't follow your wishes! I want you to regret it!"

The old man in gray took out a thick book from the storage ring.

On the cover of the book, there are several large characters written in bold strokes: Hunyuan Creation Sutra.

call out! ——

He turned into a ray of light and flew back.

Not long after, they returned to Ye Nan's booth.

at this time.

Ye Nan was dozing off on the recliner, and Shangguan Wan'er beside her was fanning herself, looking relaxed and unrestrained.

"Haha, my little friend, you have really helped me a lot!" The gray-clothed old man deliberately put on a red face, and smiled happily: "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to get this kind of treasure. , thank you so much!"

He took out the Sutra of Hunyuan Creation and shook it back and forth in front of Ye Nan's eyes.

"Little friend, this is the Sutra of Hunyuan Creation. It is a treasure that is extremely difficult to find in the legends. It is an extremely powerful mental method. If you practice this skill, you can easily kill people across borders. Treasure, peerless treasure!"

Hear him say that.

Ye Nan couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Shangguan Wan'er also smiled, and the way she looked at the old man in gray changed.

Her eyes seemed to be looking at a fool.

"Master, where did you find this kind of treasure?"

Ye Nan asked with a smile.

The gray-clothed old man ran on the train with his mouth full: "Little friend, I followed the route you gave me, turned left and right, and finally came to a treasure house."

"I took a look at this treasure house at the time, and just took a look. Oh, my weak heart is about to pop out! It's full of treasures shining with golden light!"

Ye Nan asked unkindly: "And then?"

Then?

The old man in gray frowned slightly, "Then there is no more."

Speaking of which.

He hastened to add: "Hurry up too, or you'll be robbed by others if you're later, hurry up!"

Ye Nan didn't even move his feet, and said calmly: "I have a story, I think you should listen to it."

"Story?" The old man in gray asked subconsciously, "What story?"

Ye Nan said: "A long time ago, there was an old man who made a living by weaving baskets. He used soft bamboo or rattan to weave baskets for things. You know that?"

The gray-clothed old man nodded, "There are a lot of these things in my holy land, I know, you go on."

Ye Nan said with an unkind smile: "Once, that old man took a big order, requiring a total of [-] baskets, so he could only weave baskets day and night."

"The old man worked so hard on editing that he finally fell asleep."

"His son loves him dearly. In order to relieve his father's burden, he helps to weave baskets."

"In the morning, when the old man woke up, he saw his son was weaving baskets, and he had made a lot of baskets, the quality of which was no less than his own. The old man was very happy. He touched his son's head and said, 'Son, your weaving is really good. !Keep making up!'”

After listening, the gray-clothed old man nodded, admiring the old man's son.

It is a good son who can understand the old father and help the old father relieve the pressure!
Just thought of this.

In the heart of the gray-clothed old man, suddenly there was an inexplicable feeling.

The story sounds okay.

But after careful consideration, why does it feel a bit wrong?

Snapped.

He slapped his forehead and said angrily, "You! How dare you point fingers at Sang and scold Huai, I think you are courting death!"

Ye Nan didn't raise his head and said, "Finally realized? I thought your brain was rusted."

"Rust?" The gray-clothed old man was taken aback for a moment, and he faltered with his fingers: "What does rust mean?"

Ye Nan said casually: "I'm sorry, your stupid pig head can't understand such wise content."

The voice just fell.

Boom.

The gray-clothed old man exploded with strong cultivation in his body, and shouted violently: "You boy, how dare you disrespect this old man, have you thought about the consequences!"

Ye Nan reluctantly glanced at him, and said indifferently, "I never thought about it, I don't care, if you really have the ability, then come and beat me up."

In a word, the old man in gray was completely enraged.

"You are typical looking for a beating, you will die!"

Suddenly, he waved his arms and slapped Ye Nan's face fiercely, destroying layers of space with a fierce palm force.

Rolling palms passed along the way.

Thousands of hours have been opened up one after another, and they will be ruthlessly submerged in the next moment.

In a blink of an eye, this palm force was less than three centimeters away from Ye Nan's face.

"This fisherman is really insane. He even offended the elders of the Dinglong Holy Land. He really fell into the ditch halfway--you don't have eyes!"

"Oh, another life is lost."

"It's a pity that the woman next to him with smooth and white skin like milk is really a pity. She has to be a widow."

Discussions arose.