As he walked, he soon came to the City Lord's Mansion.

The City Lord's Mansion, located in the center of the entire Ten Thousand Ghost Bazaar, is a bluestone building, covering an extremely wide area, Ye Tianming's preliminary estimate is as large as the two Qin Mansions, but the City Lord's Mansion is as dilapidated as the entire Ten Thousand Ghost Bazaar, the two stone lions in front of the mansion are cracked, and one of them has lost a leg, which looks extremely pitiful.

"Let Brother Ye smile again, this city and this mansion have existed for too long. ”

Yang Shilang has expressed embarrassment to Ye Tianming many times along the way, but this time when he arrived at the door, he had to regret it again.

Ye Tianming had a lot of doubts in his heart, and he was still waiting to ask for advice one by one after entering the mansion, where did he care about these small details.

Stepping into the mansion, Ye Tianming suddenly felt that the heavens and the earth were spinning, the rules were reversed, and it seemed to be another world completely different from the market outside.

After a pause, he looked back, and the street outside was still the same, and there was no abnormality.

"Hehe, Brother Ye, do you feel it? To be exact, this can indeed be said to be another world. Yang Shilang strode into the mansion, explained with a smile, and then threw the tengu pocket in his sleeve to Yang Da and the others, and ordered: "You will go to deal with the Town Demon Tower first, and the old man will chat with Ye Daoyou first, and then inspect the City Lord's Mansion later." ”

Yang Dajiu obeyed the order and left, turning to the backyard of the City Lord's Mansion.

Yang Shilang and Ye Tianming continued to move forward, and then climbed the stairs and entered a grand palace.

The so-called Demon Suppression Tower, Ye Tianming found that at this moment, under the command of Yang Da and others, it had been re-erected in the backyard, and although it had fallen, it was not dilapidated.

"This is an ancient thing, even I don't know how long it has existed, but I can't help it. Yang Shilang sat on the main seat and invited Ye Tianming to taste tea: "Brother Ye, this tea is unique to this place, it has only been formed into a pound for thousands of years, it is good at calming the nerves and regulating qi, especially suitable for novice ancestors to condense ghost bodies, of course, this point has no effect on you and me." However, the first time you drink it, there will still be some unexpected gains. Please give Brother Ye a try. ”

Ye Tianming listened to the introduction, and looked at it with some concern, in the transparent crystal cup, there were three small leaves, the color was white, like the best white fungus, and it was whirling and dancing in the water cup at the moment, sniffing but not seeing the slightest taste.

Yang Shilang picked up the water cup and took a sip first, revealing a look of intoxication on his face, and smashing his mouth seemed to have an endless aftertaste: "Brother Ye, please." This tea does not rely on the sense of smell or sight, it is a feast for the soul. ”

Ye Tianming naturally wouldn't drink other people's things at will, and when he was groaning and observing, he had already turned on the inspection function to confirm that there was no harm, so he took a small sip.

The entrance is cold, like a 10,000-year-old ice spring, without the slightest taste, but there is a trace of rhyme, expanding layer by layer, infiltrating into the ghost body, washing every bit of ghost energy, faintly strengthening the texture of ghost energy, Ye Tianming can clearly feel that just this small bite will strengthen one-tenth of the ghost qi particles in his body, and even the soul will be purified.

"Good tea is worthy of being a treasure brewed over the years, not only is it refreshing, but even the soul can be nourished. I don't know what the name of this tea is?" Ye Tianming opened his eyes in horror, at this moment the Lingtai was unprecedentedly clear, and he couldn't help but want to know the name of this tea, and he faintly felt in his heart that if such a good tea was nameless, it was really an extremely cruel thing.

Seeing Ye Tianming's inquiry, he knew that he had already tasted one of the samadhi, Yang Shilang was very proud, smiled proudly, and suddenly had some conspicuous thoughts: "Brother Ye Gaoyi, if you ask this, you are really the old man's confidant." Ten thousand years have passed, and the old man has never drunk this tea with others, and people who have not accumulated years cannot taste it. Whenever you drink this tea, the long years of the past can be clearly presented again, and those emotions that have faded for a long time can make the old man throb again. Although he was born a ghost, with this tea, he can make himself more human. This tea was originally nameless, and the old man called it [Yoyo]. ”

Long.

Ye Tianming silently recited the name, and couldn't help but take a small sip again: "Yoyo, Yoyo...... It is the taste of the years. How many years have passed, echoing in dreams, how many dreams have faded, wandering in the night, when the years are old, things are not people, everything is just a leisurely dream, only the feeling that once was the truest. It's a pity that it's hard to recall, and it's hard to taste it again when it's gone. Good tea!"

Yang Shilang raised his glass to accompany him to drink, and the old man was relieved, although he had just lost Yang Wan, but for an old ghost like him, life and death have already seen too much, everything has been left in his own heart, and killing a few more demons in the future is a memory.

The two of them each tasted their own long years, and in an instant, the entire Gaotai Palace was full of the breath of time.

The effect of Yoyo varies from person to person, but this point has not been elaborated on by Yang Shilang. It's not intentional, but everyone has their own fate, and it's good to taste their own years, so why care about other people's feelings.

Every bit of ghost qi particles in Ye Tianming's body was finally washed by Youyou, washing away the dust of many years. These dusts are all dust, they are the non-mainstream in Ye Tianming's endless years, and they are some thoughts that he wants to cut but forget on the edge of being cut off.

fluttering ......

Ye Tianming's ghost body was shaking at a certain mysterious frequency, emitting a wonderful Douyin that only he could hear, but the "dust of the years" that could be shaken off had been misty and manifested outside the body, although it was a useless thought that could not be fragmented, but the nature conveyed in the thought had some real memories.

The endless darkness flashed outside Ye Tianming's body, it was absolutely black, even the darkness before the light was born, so that Yang Shilang was so shocked that he quickly closed his eyes after taking a glance, and suddenly felt that the whole person had no light, completely immersed in the boundless absolute darkness, and could no longer find the light, and the loneliness was unbearable.

Fortunately, Ye Tianming's body finally fell a grain of dust from the years, among which there was a shadow of light, which was the first light between heaven and earth, faint and shiny, but it illuminated all the darkness, there was no temperature, only light, and in an instant, Yang Shilang had light in his heart, and he breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the more and more ancient Cangsang years around Ye Tianming, the whole person could no longer move, and he was so shocked that he even stopped thinking.

At this moment, Yang Shilang felt that he was witnessing the evolution of heaven and earth, independent of heaven and earth, just a bystander, and he had not even affected heaven and earth.

He knew that all this was the heel of this Ye Daoyou in front of him, it was too terrifying.

"It's a myth. I, what an anti-heaven existence I have picked up......" Yang Shilang really tasted what it was called Yoyo at this moment, just a few scenes he peeked into, I don't know how many years have passed, at least it is not measured in tens of thousands of years.

Plop puff!

The dust of the years has fallen more and more, and Ye Tianming's surroundings have become bizarre, and various pictures are constantly intertwined, but it is no longer Yang Shilang who can see clearly.

Rumble!

In the spirit platform, there was a thunderstorm, Yang Shilang hurriedly closed his eyes and concentrated, he knew that the opportunity that he had been waiting for for ten thousand years had arrived.

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