After a long time, the lack of interest of the old handymen dispersed, Ye Fan got up from the ground with a wooden stick, and everywhere he could see someone rolling on the ground screaming in pain, looking for his lost axe, this thing can not be lost, if it is lost, it will inevitably be punished. As for the small bowl of food he had left, he was long gone.

"Big brother, don't beat me, don't beat me, I was wrong!" A fat man lying on the ground, crying bitterly holding his stomach and wailing, seeing Ye Fan limping and walking towards him, he immediately hugged his head in fear and begged.

At this time, Ye Fan's face was covered with blood, and his clothes were also stained with red blood stains, of course, these blood were not his, and he himself didn't know whose it was, or those people, and that's it, his face looked particularly hideous under the moonlight, his eyes glanced at the man, and suddenly a pale yellow with a fishy smell flowed out between the man's legs, Ye Fan glanced at the man in disgust, and kicked at him.

Looking for the axe all the way, as long as someone is in front of him, Ye Fan will always kick it mercilessly, he was still worried, but found that they had hit to such an extent, Wang Dazhi has not come out to stop it, presumably he will not care about this matter, so he will not be restrained.

Seeing the axe beside a young man, and the young man's eyes shrank and looked at Ye Fan, for fear that he would want to come by himself, Ye Fan's eyes swept over the location where he saw the axe, walked towards the axe, leaned over and picked up the axe, just as his gaze swept over the young man, and looked at him in all directions, although the young man was extremely embarrassed at this time, not much better than him, his face was covered with blood and dust, but Ye Fan still recognized him, this person was Jia Yu who took the lead.

A smile appeared on the corner of Ye Fan's mouth, and he slowly came to Jia Yu, Jia Yu wanted to escape but he couldn't escape, except for Ye Fan, he was injured in the end, but he didn't have Ye Fan's perseverance.

"Don't hit me, don't hit me, don't hit me..."

Jia Yu said slowly as he crawled forward, fearful and urgent.

"Ah!!h

A painful wail and scream resounded throughout the Miscellaneous Servant Office again.

At this time, it was already dark, no one cared about his life or death, Ye Fan walked back to his wooden house with a wooden stick, and after locking the door, he finally couldn't hold on, sitting on the ground with a heavy buttocks, his chest rose and fell violently, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the ground.

After sitting on the floor for a long time, he regained a little strength, slowly got up, lit the oil lamp on the table, and crawled to the bed little by little, he had never been so seriously injured since he could remember.

Climb onto the bed, open the bag placed on the bed, rummage through it for a while, and take out a half-foot-long old mountain ginseng. It doesn't matter how old the ginseng is, how precious it is, put it in your mouth and bite it.

Ginseng was found in his bag last night when he changed his miscellaneous uniforms, there are two in total, one is the size of a foot-long palm, it seems that there must be at least two or three hundred years old, and it should be sold for a lot of money in the county, the ginseng is accidentally obtained by his father in the mountains in the early years of hunting, there are actually a lot of herbs in the mountains, but the father and son don't know much, but the ginseng believes that most people are human, and he is naturally not an exception.

When he was injured when he was a child, his mother would take out the old ginseng stew for him to eat, saying that it was to replenish his body, so that the injured wound could heal faster.

Because the old ginseng has long been dried and there is no moisture from water, Ye Fan is really difficult to swallow, holding the remaining half of the old ginseng, he collapsed on the bed, his eyes slowly closed, and he fell asleep.

After a while, a violent warmth rose in his abdomen, and Ye Fan's mouth in his sleep subconsciously chanted the mantra of refining qi volume, this feeling was very wonderful, he had a dream, in the dream he sensed the aura of heaven and earth, and he involuntarily began to exhale, feel the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and absorb the aura of heaven and earth.

But dreams are always just dreams, the next day, Ye Fan woke up in the sound of gongs and drums, opened his eyes in a haze, and felt that the pain all over his body dissipated a lot, more of a crispy and itchy feeling, limping with a cane, came to the room to receive steamed buns, and returned to his wooden house, he didn't plan to chop wood today, and his physical condition was not suitable for chopping wood, he ate old ginseng last night, and now he doesn't feel hungry.

During the period, the old people in the miscellaneous service department, looked at him with a little weird eyes, but today they didn't even see a person who blocked him last night, Wang Dazhi didn't come to him for trouble, presumably he didn't kill anyone, maybe they were all bedridden, thinking so in their hearts, there were a few people who didn't participate in blocking him last night, looking at his eyes dodging and dodging, one by one they were cautious, for fear of annoying him.

Back in the wooden house, Ye Fan put the steamed buns on the table and didn't eat them, at this time he still didn't feel hungry, but his stomach was warm, as if he was full inside, and he attributed this credit to the old ginseng who said he ate a lot at the latest.

Sitting on the bed, Ye Fan sighed and opened his bag, there were not many things in the bag, two clothes sewn by his mother, and an old ginseng, now it can only be regarded as half a piece, because the old ginseng is precious, the mother put another old ginseng in another bag.

"Although the old ginseng is a good thing, there are only two of these things," Ye Fan sighed, and was really about to pack his bags, an old ginseng slipped out of the bag, Ye Fan frowned slightly, he had seen it when he first came to the miscellaneous place to change clothes, and there was only one old ginseng in it, but now he was holding an old ginseng in his hand, and another one fell out of the bag.

"Could it be that I remembered it wrong?" Ye Fan shook his head and picked up the old ginseng that fell to the ground, and suddenly his pupils widened.

When picking up the old ginseng, he felt that something was wrong, there were only two old ginseng, and the size of the two old ginseng was quite different, last night he ate the one that was only half a foot long, and the moment he picked up the old ginseng, he saw that the old ginseng that fell to the ground was not a complete one.

It can be said that it looks exactly the same as the half of the mountain ginseng in his hand, the size, shape, and even the number of mountain ginseng beards are exactly the same, and even the traces left on the mountain ginseng by him are exactly the same.

"How can there be two identical mountain ginsengs!How can this be?" Ye Fan said as he opened another bag and found that there was indeed an old ginseng the size of a foot and a palm in it.

"Could it be that I am hallucinating?"

The large ginseng was put back in its place, and the two identical and half-cut ginseng were placed on the table for careful comparison, and finally came to the conclusion that the two ginseng were indeed exactly the same, and even the taste was exactly the same.

"That's strange!" he remembered very clearly, the day before yesterday he had just arrived at the miscellaneous servants' office, and received the miscellaneous uniforms, so he changed the clothes on his body, and put the changed clothes into this bag, and then he found that his mother had actually distributed the old ginseng in his bag, and it was two.

What makes him wonder now is not the question of how there is an inexplicable extra ginseng, but how there are two identical ginsengs, as if they were copied, and looking in the mirror.

After looking at it for a while, Ye Fan took his bag and took out the clothes inside, and a thumb-sized bead rolled out of the clothes.

"Could it be it?" Ye Fan wondered, except for two clothes and old ginseng, there was only this bead in his bag, so he couldn't help but think so.

The beads were obtained by him from the old Taoist priest in the temple, and the old Taoist priest said that it was a treasure that fell from the sky, so he always brought it with him, but when he changed his clothes the day before yesterday, he put it in his bag along with his clothes.

Ye Fan pinched the red bead in his hand, looked at it carefully, couldn't see the reason, put it in his mouth and bit it, his teeth were very bad, and he smashed it on the ground again, the beads were still extremely hard, and he smashed it with an axe again, but the beads were still unscathed, and there was not even a trace left.

"Is it really a treasure? Ye Fan was interested in the beads, and he didn't come up with a reason for studying it for most of the day, so he simply stopped studying him, and carefully put it into the deepest part of his arms, preparing to experiment at night, and now there is an extra old ginseng, although it is only half a cut, but there is no need to worry about starvation today.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, he closed his eyes and began to cultivate, as soon as he closed his eyes, thinking about the feeling in his dream last night, he silently recited the mantra in his mouth, and after a while, he felt a faint breath floating around, and the warmth in his abdomen sensed each other, making him extremely comfortable.

"Could this be the aura!" thought to himself, but he didn't dare to make the slightest movement, and carefully absorbed the breath according to the breathing method written on the qi refining scroll.

The breath followed his breathing, entering the body and only passing through the whole body, and the cells of the whole body seemed to breathe together with his meeting frequency, and the feeling of comfort followed, making him almost moan, and forcibly endured this feeling of comfort, Ye Fan greedily inhaled this breath.

Half a day passed, the warmth in the abdomen disappeared, followed by the breath that Ye Fan felt also disappeared, Ye Fan slowly opened his eyes, looked around, the disappearance of the breath made him feel some hope, he faintly felt that the breath was the legendary aura, the qi refining volume said, the sense of aura absorbed into the body, when the accumulated aura in the body is enough, you can successfully enter the first layer of qi refining, enter the qi refining period.