In the eyes of others, Osewei and Yan Qi were chatting in Chinese, chatting about some inexplicable conversations, and Osewei was still very excited, as if she had won five million.

Most of the people present were tourists and returned overseas Chinese, who could understand Chinese, and in their ears, the conversation between the two was:

Have you eaten it?

I was getting ready to dance.

What a coincidence, I'm going to the magic capital too.

yes, is Yanjing fun?

Tourists all suspect that these are two psychopaths.

The speed of the plane was fast, and Yan Qi just walked around the system store to broaden his horizons, and then arrived at Huaguo Yanjing International Airport.

Outside the suburbs of Yanjing International Airport, Ossewei looked at Yan Qi soaring into the sky with a longing expression, revealing a look of envy.

She clenched her fists secretly, and vowed that she would go like this again.

It wasn't until Yan Qi's figure completely disappeared into the sky that O'Celewei seemed to think of something.

Lin Immortal seems... I only gave myself a note, and I didn't leave any proof!

On the other side, Yan Qi, who rose to the sky, smiled slightly, and landed in Licheng in Qilu Province in a blink of an eye.

The sky is dark and cloudy, the air quality does not seem to be very good, and the whole street is silently sad, and the passers-by are in a hurry, Yan Qi suddenly thought that today is the Qingming Festival.

During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

Since the government has dealt with more and more supernatural events, the Qingming Festival has become hot again, but the corpse must be cremated and so on.

But the Qingming Festival didn't have much touch on Yan Qi.

Yan Qi has been an orphan since he was a child, and he doesn't know what his ancestral name is, so he only knows his surname Yan from the items he carries with him, not to mention anything else.

Although he became an immortal cultivator and could find his biological parents through blood connection, Yan Qi felt that there was really no need for that.

After all, he has abandoned himself for so many years, and how can he find his biological parents, and have more concern?

"Qingming Festival, am I, the Emperor of Xudu, going to appear?"

Yan Qi sighed, and changed into a handsome young man in a white robe at will, full of majesty and temperament.

Qilu Province can also be regarded as Yan Qi's Longxing land, so Yan Qi decided to give a lucky person in Qilu Province a chance.

But it was not possible in Licheng, the provincial capital, so Yan Qi chose a relatively central city in Qilu Province, Qingzhou.

Qingzhou is famous for kites, and it is also known as the capital of kites, but this has nothing to do with Yan Qi, he just saw that Qingzhou's location on the map of Qilu Province is more obvious.

Different from the weather in Licheng, it was drizzling in the middle of the sky in Qingzhou, and in a cemetery near Qingzhou, Yan Qi casually performed a stealth trick on himself, standing aside, watching the pedestrians coming and going.

Yan Qi carefully observed the pedestrians coming and going, not to see if they were good-looking, but to observe their qualifications.

Only those who are qualified can accept their gifts.

A basic introductory exercise from the Cangsheng Sect is almost the same rarity as the exercise given to Xie Zhirou by Mo Wen.

It can be said that in the current earth, this exercise is the unparalleled and the first exercise in the world!

As for the more esoteric exercises... It's a pity that Yan Qi doesn't have either, if he really wants to come up with more advanced exercises, Yan Qi can only learn from many inheritances and his own and Mo Wen's exercises.

......

On the Qingming Festival, Zheng Liang naturally had to travel thousands of miles back to his hometown to worship his ancestors.

He can't be regarded as a Qingzhou person, he grew up in the magic capital, but his ancestral home is Qingzhou, his ancestors have been Qingzhou people for generations, and the ancestral hall is naturally in Qingzhou, as the eldest son in the family, he must rush back to Qingzhou to worship his ancestors.

Zheng Liang also takes it for granted, after all, you can't forget your roots.

He made a lot of money from the live broadcast, and a few days ago he got a lot of money through the live broadcast of the Qingcheng Mountain Hook Snake and Du Guangting's confrontation, so he decided to buy a house in Qingzhou and settle down while returning to Qingzhou.

The housing prices in the magic capital are too expensive, even if you take all the income in the live broadcast room, it is only meaningless to buy two or three houses in the magic capital.

It's better to buy a big villa in a third- or fourth-tier city like Qingzhou, which is chic and happy.

Zheng Liang left the ancestral shrine and went to the cemetery, intending to pay tribute to his grandfather.

Unlike other people in the clan, his grandfather, who took the initiative to leave Qingzhou to work in the magic capital, was ostracized by the clansmen and could only be buried in the cemetery after his death.

Even if the clan does not approve, he has to go to worship the ancestors in the ancestral shrine, and he has done his filial piety, and he is not afraid of people talking about something.

As usual, Zheng Liang walked into the cemetery solemnly, but saw an unusual scene from previous years.

A luxurious young man in a white robe stood quietly by the road of the cemetery, but the pedestrians who came and went to pay tribute to him ignored him and rushed directly past his body!

Seeing this scene, Zheng Liang's face turned white on the spot.

After experiencing the Qingcheng Mountain Hook Snake and Du Guangting incidents, Zheng Liang believed in those rumors and myths more and more, and whether it was rumors or ancient myths in recent months, but in this case, it was undoubtedly a ghost!

Fuck, I can meet ghosts on incense, it's really evil.

Zheng Liang also noticed that only he seemed to be able to see him, so he immediately broke out in a cold sweat and forcibly shifted his gaze, trying to be like an ordinary person.

Contrary to his wishes, the white-robed young man looked at Zheng Liang directly, as if he was very interested in him.

"Uncle ghost, let me go, my meat is sour, it's not delicious..."

Zheng Liang's voice reached the ears of the white-robed young man, and the white-robed young man was suddenly stunned, feeling a little speechless.

The white-robed young man, who was originally going to say something, looked displeased, and with a wave of his hand, a majestic aura suddenly rushed into Zheng Liang's mind, Zheng Liang felt a splitting headache, and rolled wildly on the ground.

Unlike Xie Zhirou, his pain looked crazy, as if he had experienced a lot of torture.

"The talent is good, but it looks like the mud can't hold up the wall. ”

Yan Qi looked at Zheng Liang, who was constantly rolling on the ground, as if he was in pain, sighed slightly, turned around and disappeared into the reckless green mountains outside the cemetery.

And the people who came to the grave also found Zheng Liang who was constantly rolling, and he was taken aback, and his face was a little panicked.

In their opinion, Zheng Liang was obviously possessed by a ghost!

"He's demon-possessed, what should I do?!"

"Don't worry what's going on, just call the police if something happens, call 110!"

Afterwards, when the dust was gone, Yan Qi, who had hidden his merits and fame, flashed out of Qingzhou Cemetery, feeling a little unhappy.

This Zheng Liang's performance is too rubbish, right?

This kind of pain is not strong, but weak is not weak.

At the beginning of Lin Mountain, those fat and rich second generations only squatted down to relieve the pain, and did not roll in pain like Zheng Liang.