Cao Yi groaned for a while, and his gaze returned to the small purple tree.

According to the memories that this small purple tree had just passed over, it was sucked in by the Gate of Eternal Life a long time ago, its name is the Soul Treasure Tree, also known as the Tree of Memory, as the name suggests, in addition to being of great help to cultivators, it can also record what happened.

At the same time, it is also a divine object, otherwise it would not be possible to achieve nirvana rebirth immediately after the death of the Eternal Gate Blank Fetal Spirit.

Now it is only in a juvenile state, and the consciousness has not yet been fully formed, so it can be said that it is very suitable for cultivation.

Of course, all this is the information given by the Soul Treasure Tree, whether it is true or not, it remains to be confirmed.

Close your eyes and use the method of divine transmission to communicate with the soul treasure tree, and soon the soul seems to be wrapped in a warm current of heat, which is very comfortable.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

Cao Yi opened his eyes and felt that his divine soul had strengthened by more than fifty percent.

"Not bad"

After Cao Yi nodded approvingly, his gaze swept to the entire space, how did he leave here?

"Yes, forget it, get out of here."

Cao Yi was about to ask the system, but as soon as he shouted a word, he gave up. This system that burns gas like gasoline, he can't afford to ask.

One second, two seconds...... For a minute, he remained in place.

Cao Yi closed his eyes, concentrated, opened them again, closed them again, and opened them again...... After trying six or seven times, suddenly, his eyes suddenly returned to the temple.

"It's finally back"

At this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps, approaching his residence in the wandering earth world.

The grandfather of the protagonist Liu Qi, the father-in-law of astronaut Liu Peiqiang, the bad old man of the post-95 generation, Han Ziang is here.

Cao Yi got up and entered the passage, the wind was blowing under his feet, and in a blink of an eye, he passed through the passage several hundred meters long and came to the residence. Use the earth line to seal the exit.

It is suspected that Han Ziang's footsteps are less than a hundred steps away from the door.

Cao Yi sat cross-legged on the futon, quietly waiting for Han Ziang's arrival.

A few minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door.

"The door is unlocked"

Squeak, the door was pushed open from the outside, and an old man with a familiar face from the 80s and 90s walked in.

"Sir, please be seated"

Cao Yi raised his hand and pointed to the futon on the side.

The old man arched his hand, came to the front, sat down cross-legged, and said softly: "Hello, Dao Chief, my name is Han Ziang, and I am a senior driver. I don't know how to do it lately, I'm always restless and can't sleep well, is it dungeon syndrome? ”

Cao Yi exerted his fiery eyes, and immediately saw the black gas bubbling above Han Ziang's head, as well as the blood light looming in it.

immediately ripped off his fiery eyes, and quietly pushed the cup of tea in front of him, "After walking such a long way, you should be thirsty, drink tea first"

Han Ziang noticed the teacup at this time, and after picking it up, he was stunned.

Cao Yi, who also picked up the cup and was about to drink, asked, "Why doesn't the old gentleman drink it?" ”

"Tea leaves in this cup?"

Han Ziang's cloudy eyes widened, as if he had seen something incredible.

"Hmm"

Cao Yi nodded.

In modern times, Xu Keming transferred a lot of tea given by his big names, what Wang Mantian brand best Huangshan Maofeng, Xinyang Maojian Tea King "Blue Sky Jade Leaf", Phoenix Dancong Song Chong No. 1, it is said that they are all millions of kilograms.

But for him, it doesn't make a difference, it's all tea.

Han Ziang licked his lips, glanced at Cao Yi, brought the teacup to his mouth with trembling hands, took a sip, and then his eyes lit up, regardless of the heat, he drank it cleanly.

"The old gentleman likes it, when you leave, the poor road will give you some."

Cao Yi said.

Han Ziang hurriedly waved his hand, "How can I accept such a valuable thing as tea?"

Cao Yi chuckled.

"The Taoist is not simple, for a long time, tea is a valuable thing, only a big man like Mr. Ma can afford to drink."

Han Ziang sighed.

"Mr. Ma? Which Mr. Ma? ”

Cao Yi asked.

"Which one else could it be, Mr. Alipay"

Han Ziang's eyes were full of envy.

"Mr. Ma is still alive?"

Rao is used to seeing the wind and waves, Cao Yi is still a little surprised.

According to the information on the encyclopedia, the payment BMW was always 1964, and now it is 2075, that is to say, Mr. Ma lived to be 111 years old, and as a half-apocalyptic person, he was too capable of living.

"Mr. Ma is seven years older than me, and his living conditions are so good, it's not normal to live."

Halfway through speaking, Han Ziang stopped, didn't this Taoist priest who could take out tea get some inside information.

Cao Yi reacted instantly, this Ma always should be Ma Yun's son Ma Yuankun.

Ma Yuankun was born in 92, just seven years older than Han Ziang, who was born in 99.

The news said that Mr. Ma was going to come to Beijing for a meeting in the next two days, and it seemed that he would not be able to come. People, no matter how rich you are, you still can't escape the days. ”

Han Ziang sighed.

"Poor Dao asked casually, you think too much."

Cao Yi said lightly.

Han Ziang sighed, and continued to ask: "Daoist, I heard that you are an expert in mental health, do you think I have dungeon syndrome with this symptom?" ”

"You're a high-level transporter driver, and you've been on it all year round, how can you get dungeon syndrome?"

Cao Yi asked rhetorically.

"Yes, too"

Han Ziang laughed.

Soon, he restrained his smile and lowered his voice and asked, "Dao Chief, do you know how to tell hexagrams?" ”

Are the post-95 generations so superstitious?

"Will be a little"

Cao Yi said modestly.

Han Ziang continued: "Dao Chief, you calculate for me how long I can live? Although my son-in-law is coming back soon, I still can't let go of my two grandchildren. ”

Cao Yi picked up the cup and took another sip of tea, and said, "When you came in just now, Poor Dao had already calculated it for you. ”

Han Ziang leaned forward a little, "How long can I live?" ”

"Less than three days"

Cao Yi said indifferently.

Han Ziang was stunned for a few seconds, and then suddenly smiled, "Daoist, are you joking with me?" ”

"Poor Road is never a joke"

Cao Yi looked very serious.

Last time, a billionaire lost his entire net worth because of a joke with him, and he was almost finished.

"Dao Chief, I may have come to the wrong place, thank you for the tea."

Han Ziang got up, arched his hand, and walked out.

"Go back and see what's missing"

Cao Yi said something very casually.

Han Ziang paused and walked out.

Immediately, there was a squeak and the door shut.

Cao Yi took out a classic book and read it leisurely.

Three hours later, Han Ziang went and returned.

A look of incredulity: "Dao Chief, my car card is missing"

"Hmm"

Cao Yi didn't raise his head.

Han Ziang walked up, sat down, and asked with a worried face: "Dao Chief, I really only have less than three days left to live?" ”

"Not anymore"

Cao Yi raised his head and smiled slightly.