My girlfriend scolded me for being worthless and backhandedly marrying Bai Fumei.

"Mr. Chen, my father has something very important to ask you for help. In addition, my father got another piece of the stone you mentioned!"

The phone was connected and Yu Guofeng's respectful voice came.

"Got another piece? Okay, okay, I'll be right over!"

Chen Fan was very happy and came to Yu's house without stopping.

"Mr. Chen, are you here?"

Mr. Yu personally greeted him at the door.

"Old man, where is the stone?"

Chen Fan couldn't wait to ask. This stone was related to his cultivation, and Chen Fan had to pay attention to it.

"Haha, please be patient, Mr. Chen."

Mr. Yu slowly took out a box and opened it. Inside was a stone that was the same as last time. Although the shape and size were different, Chen Fan did feel the presence of spiritual energy from inside.

"Old man, it is indeed of great use to me at this time, so I accept it without mercy."

Chen Fan put the stone away and asked anxiously: "Old man, where did this stone come from? Where did it come from?"

"Mr. Chen, this stone was seized by an old friend of mine from a drug lord in the Golden Triangle. It has been more than 20 years since then. The drug lord has long since died, so the provenance of this stone is no longer known. "

Mr. Yu said a little apologetically.

"That's it..."

Chen Fan was greatly disappointed, and the illusion in his heart was suddenly shattered.

"Mr. Chen, I have one more thing to ask of you, but I don't know whether to tell it or not."

Mr. Yu hesitated and asked cautiously.

"But it doesn't matter."

Seeing Chen Fan nodding, Mr. Yu was obviously very happy and said: "Mr. Chen, the three mother trees in Dahongpao are showing signs of withering. Geologists, botanists and experts in various fields are helpless. , Mr. Chen has great powers, I wonder if you have any good ideas?"

Before Chen Fan could speak, Mr. Yu said again: "Mr. Chen, those three trees are one of the oldest tea trees and are national treasures among national treasures. If you have any way, please help!"

"Okay, I'll take care of it."

Chen Fan agreed wholeheartedly. Since he accepted the stone from the other party, why not do him a small favor?

Moreover, the mother tree Dahongpao is an intangible cultural heritage and has a long historical significance. It would be a great pity if it dies just like this.

Mr. Yu was immediately overjoyed: "Mr. Chen, are you really sure?"

"Ok!"

Chen Fan nodded slightly, not to mention that the three trees were not dead yet, even if they were withered, he could still find a way to bring them back to life.

"Okay, okay, great! I'll get someone ready right away, and we'll fly over in a helicopter!"

Mr. Yu immediately made a call, and soon a helicopter parked in the Yu family compound.

"Mr. Chen, please!"

Chen Fan nodded and got into the helicopter with Mr. Yu. It was his first time to ride in a helicopter and it felt very novel.

This is a military helicopter. It is very fast and arrives at its destination very quickly.

"Hello, Chief!"

As soon as the two stepped off the helicopter, soldiers in camouflage uniforms saluted Mr. Yu.

Chen Fan looked over and found that this mountainous area was guarded by soldiers everywhere. On a mountain wall in the front right, there were several clumps of tea trees, rooted in rocks, standing proudly in the wind.

Under the tea trees, there were crowds of people, including soldiers, experts wearing glasses, and Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes, pointing at the tea trees.

"Mr. Chen, let's go there."

Mr. Yu quickly walked over with Chen Fan.

"Hahahaha, Lao Yu, are you here?"

A hearty laugh rang out, and an old man with gray hair but a very strong spirit came to greet him.

This old man is about the same age as Mr. Yu. He has a tall and upright posture, a righteous face, and the majesty of a superior person. At first glance, he is a great big shot.

"Hahahaha, Lao Li, long time no see!"

Mr. Yu stepped forward and held his hands tightly with each other.

The two of them were like old comrades reunited after a long separation. They exchanged warm greetings for a while. The old man looked at Chen Fan and asked, "Old Yu, is this the expert you mentioned?"

"Yes, Lao Li, this is Mr. Chen."

Mr. Yu quickly introduced: "Mr. Chen, this old man is the commander of the Southern War Department! You can just call him Mr. Li."

"Hello, Mr. Li."

Chen Fan did not hesitate and said hello in a neither humble nor overbearing manner. He had always admired iron-blooded soldiers, and Mr. Li in front of him was exactly this kind of person.

He was full of justice and his eyes were as sharp as knives, as if no evil could escape his eyes.

"Okay, okay, young man is very good!"

Mr. Li looked at Chen Fan carefully. He didn't look domineering or looking down on others, but instead had an interesting look in his eyes.

"Mr. Chen, the withering of these tea trees is unstoppable. If we can't find a solution, I'm afraid humans will lose them completely! If you have any good ideas, please save them."

Mr. Li said with a serious face. Since it was the person introduced by Lao Yu, he naturally believed it very much.

"Don't worry, Mr. Li, since I'm here, nothing will happen to these three tea trees!"

Chen Fan could also see the clues that these three ancient trees withered prematurely due to their age and the fact that the energy of the earth veins here was vented.

As long as a spirit gathering array is arranged around the tree, they will soon recover.

As soon as he finished speaking, an inappropriate voice sounded: "Where does this kid come from and dares to talk so shamelessly here?"

I saw a young Taoist priest in his twenties, wearing Taoist robes and dressed as a Taoist priest, walking over with a cold expression.

Next to him, there was an old man in his nineties, with white beard and hair, and a childlike face.

The instructor is holding a fly whisk, his breath is strong, and his steps are steady. At first glance, he is a man of the right principles.

"Even my master is not sure of saving these three tea trees, but you brat is bragging here. Is this how your parents and teachers taught you to be a human being?"

The young Taoist priest looked at Chen Fan with sarcasm, disdain, and a hint of disgust in his eyes.

Chen Fan's face darkened and he retorted mercilessly: "People who cultivate Taoism cultivate their moral character, pay attention to being calm and tolerant of all rivers, but you are aggressive and have such a violent temper. Have you cultivated your Tao like a dog?"

"Boy, you..."

The young Taoist priest suddenly became furious and was about to explode. Mr. Li quickly calmed things down: "Don't get angry, you two. We are all here to save the ancient tree. Don't let this hurt your harmony!"

"Humph!"

The young Taoist priest gave up because of his face, and just snorted coldly, looking very unconvinced.

Mr. Li introduced: "Mr. Chen, these two are masters from Longhu Mountain, Master Dingzheng and his disciples!"