It is also strange to say that this black pill entered the abdomen, and the powerful warm current instantly penetrated the limbs and hundreds of remains, and then, a slightly cool and clear touch went straight to the cerebellum and entered the sea of knowledge.

Zhang Yiyang suddenly sobered up, and when he opened his eyes again, the woman in front of him reminded him of his origin.

"It's... This... It's clearly the woman in the third painting!"

"What do you see? What woman in the painting?"

The woman in the pink skirt blinked her big watery, sparkling eyes, tilting her head to look at the young man in front of her.

This look, "poof...", the woman laughed again, laughing so much that the flowers and branches trembled, no wonder she laughed, Zhang Yiyang's appearance in front of her was indeed funny, the explosive head shape, black, purple, and blue face, as if she had done something bad and made the thunder split.

"What's your name?" asked Zhang Yiyang.

The woman replied casually to the woman, but he was not depressed.

"Where is this?" asked Zhang Yiyang again.

The woman took the towel with the water in it, handed it to him, and said, "Secret!"

Hearing this, Zhang Yiyang looked helpless, but he also guessed in his heart that this is what the third ancestor said about the mansion of the Lingding Master.

Immediately, he took the towel and wiped the dirt on his face, muttering as he wiped it: "If you don't say it, I also know! Who are you? Master?"

The woman dug her mouth, looked at the face that had become clean, and said suspiciously: "It seems that you already knew that grandpa would save you!"

"I guess so, grandpa, are you really his granddaughter?"

Zhang Yiyang couldn't believe it, according to the appearance of Qingyou and the women in the second picture, their existence, even he couldn't remember the years, but it must be much longer than the existence of this spirit top person, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a thousand-year-old demon, and even more than a thousand years.

"What? Are you so curious? Is there some purpose? Or are you here for grandpa's treasure?"

The woman's series of questions directly characterized Zhang Yiyang as a bad guy with a strong purpose.

"Don't get me wrong, I don't have any purpose, I'm from the Yi tribe, I just heard that there is a Lingding Mountain here, so I came to take a look, and I happened to catch up with the Thunder River, so I took the opportunity to temper it!"

The woman crossed her arms and carefully examined the man's words, seeing that his eyes did not look like a fake, but suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, grandpa said, when you wake up, I'll let you go and see him!

With that, the woman walked out of the room directly, leaving Zhang Yiyang to change her clothes.

The Mansion of the Spirit Peak Master is very large, but it is still much worse than the Mansion of the Green Dragon God.

On the way, the woman asked Zhang Yiyang a lot of questions, which were very trivial, mainly about what is fun, where is there good food, and so on......

However, it can be heard that women are very yearning, so Zhang Yiyang can be sure that she has never left here, and even she can't remember some of the things that happened to her, but the other party didn't want to say more, so Zhang Yiyang didn't ask more.

The distance was very short, bypassing the side hall, passing through the small forest, along the sheep intestine path, and actually walked to the river, the woman pointed to the octagonal fairy tower leading to the center of the river, and said: "Grandpa is fishing there on weekdays, you go to find him!"

Zhang Yiyang nodded, waved his hand with the woman, and strode towards the old man, in the distance, the rickety figure was no different from the ordinary little old man, which couldn't help but remind him of the dead thin old man, and it was inevitable that he would be sad and reminisce.