The sea is inclusive of all rivers and swallows the lake and the sea.

One night of penance, one step to build the yuan.

Ye Feng felt the surging aura in his body and stood up.

He looked around, his eyes flickering, and he could vaguely see some sneaky primordial gods in the tomb.

However, these primordial gods are all weak.

Normally, the strength of a person's primordial spirit is about half of the cultivation of a person's physical body.

For example, Ye Feng has just built the Yuan now, and his Yuan Shen is only a five-fold Qi Cultivation Being, and if he is attacked by more than the Five-fold Qi Cultivation Level, he will be injured.

"But I've just built the Yuan, and it seems that the Yuan Shen hasn't reacted yet?"

Ye Feng looked inside the dantian.

Inward vision is also one of the characteristics of Zhuyuan.

Under Ye Feng's inner vision, in his dantian, in addition to the hanging blue phoenix stone, a small figure the size of a pimple also appeared, with his eyes closed, and it was a miniature version of Ye Feng.

Ye Feng is not in a hurry, and Zhuyuan is a long process.

Compared to the Qi Cultivation Realm, which only needs to constantly absorb aura, when it comes to Zhuyuan, it is not only necessary to absorb aura, cultivate the physical body, but also cultivate the Yuan Shen.

Only by taking care of both can you build the Yuan perfectly, and then step into the Earth Yuan!

Ye Feng retracted his inward gaze and continued to look around the cemetery, he saw that there were old people, children, and headless women in front of some tombstones.

However, these primordial gods are all broken, and they probably can't attract Yin Mis's subjugation, or it won't be long before they will dissipate on their own.

Ye Feng finally set his gaze in front of Old Man Qin's tombstone.

He glanced at the tombstone several times, and finally confirmed that there was no Yuan Shen of Old Man Qin here.

"Where has Grandpa Qin gone?

Ye Feng was suspicious.

After thinking about it for a long time, Ye Feng was not sure, so he had to shake his head.

After bowing at the end, Ye Feng said goodbye to Grandpa Qin.

When Ye Feng returned to the Lingquan community, his parents were not suspicious, they thought that their son had gone outside to play.

Ye Feng immediately went downstairs and went to a shopping mall near the community.

There is a photo spot on the second floor of the mall.

It's called 'I love stickers'.

A long time ago, in the non-mainstream circle of killing Matt's ancestors, it was very popular to shoot headshots, and then it declined, and now, the retro trend is rising, and many nostalgic people will ask the boss to take some headshots for themselves, or commemorate, or sell cute, or pretend to b, and the needs are different.

"Hello little brother, do you need to take a big head sticker?"

As soon as she entered the door, a little girl poked her head out from behind the computer and asked Ye Feng politely.

Ye Feng glanced at her, saw that she was not old, and was worried that he would scare her, so he said politely: "Where are your parents?"

"My parents just went out to dinner and will be back later...... However, I'll also shoot big head stickers, and it's very good-looking, what style do you need, tell me, the domineering president is cold, or the young man in white is pure?"

The little girl asked enthusiastically.

"Is there a posthumous photo style?"

Ye Feng asked.

His eyes fell on the wall, there were several old men and women on the wall, which were black and white posthumous photo styles, looking at the date, they were all five or six years ago, and the characters on it were eighty percent of immortals who had passed away.

When the little girl heard this, her baby's fat face trembled with fright.

In these years, there are indeed old people who take posthumous photos of big head stickers, but it is rare for someone like Ye Feng to take them at such a young age.

"Little brother, don't think about it, you are so handsome, so tall, and so temperamental......"

The little girl looked at Ye Feng with a serious face, as if she wanted to save a little brother who couldn't think of it.

Ye Feng smiled bitterly, he knew that the other party would misunderstand.

He originally planned to take pictures with his mobile phone, but found that there was no posthumous photo style, and it was all color.

I wanted to go to a larger photo studio, but I found that the size was wrong, and the posthumous photos of other people were framed with photo frames, about five or six decimeters long and wide.

And the posthumous photo he needs is used to stick it on the bad card, which is only the size of a student card.

After thinking about it, the size of the sticker is about the same, and you only need to add a black and white posthumous photo style.

"I'm not looking for a short-term view, I'm just pursuing the trend and want to take a posthumous photo style, can't I?" Ye Feng forcibly explained, for fear that this little girl would fight demons and demons.

"Really?"

The little girl still didn't believe it.

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and a middle-aged couple walked in.

"Mom and Dad!" the little girl hurriedly ran up.

"What's wrong? Oh, there's a guest. The middle-aged couple walked in with a smile, saw Ye Feng, and asked politely, "What do you need?"

"He's going to take a posthumous photo style headshot. The little girl said for Ye Feng.

When the middle-aged couple heard this, they also glanced at Ye Feng in surprise: "Little brother, you're not kidding, this is very unlucky." ”

"I know, I'm just following the trend and I can pay double as much. Ye Fengdao.

"It's not a matter of money, we have always only taken this posthumous photo for the elderly, you are so young......" The middle-aged man hesitated.

"It's okay, you can just shoot. Ye Feng didn't care.

"Okay, I don't have to pay double for you, I just hope something happens to you in the future, don't rely on us. The middle-aged man was still relieved.

"No, it won't. ”

Ye Feng said, and under the instruction of the middle-aged man, he walked behind a curtain.

Behind the dim curtain, the lights flickered, and Ye Feng's last photos soon came out.

The middle-aged man took a stack of square-sized stickers, handed them to Ye Feng, and chuckled: "If it weren't unlucky, I really want to say that your photo is really good." ”

"It's really good. ”

Ye Feng took it over and admired his posthumous photo.

The hair is neat, the facial features are straight, and the black and white color is really a good look.

"Three hundred. ”

"Okay. ”

Ye Feng nodded, and after paying three hundred yuan electronically, he left the photo studio.

As for the family of three in the photo studio behind him, he shook his head secretly, and he didn't care about the photo studio family of three.

When he got home, Ye Feng locked the door of the room and closed the doors and windows.

Ye Zheng and the others thought that Ye Feng had gone to sleep, so they didn't care about him.

Ye Feng took all the precautions, took out the bad card from the Qiankun bag, and opened the title page.

On the left side, there is a blank frame, looking at the traces, there should be a posthumous photo before, but with the death of Yin Cha later, it seems to have fallen off.

Thinking of this, Ye Feng took out his black and white photo and gently pasted it.

Originally, Ye Feng was still thinking, should I go and get another 503 glue?

But on second thought, it may not be necessary.

Sure enough, in the next second, he just put his black and white posthumous photo on it, and after a little shaking, a black mist burst out.

The fog dissipated, and Ye Feng's last photo was already firmly pasted.

Ye Feng stretched out his hand and tried to tear it off, but as a result, a sharp pain of tearing came from his face.

"Rub, it's already bound to my body?"

Ye Feng was shocked and hurriedly let go.