No one knows what happened on Qingjun¡¯s side, only Ye Fan knows.
If it were before, Ye Fan would have felt that no matter how hard Qingjun practiced, he would never be able to defeat Nair, the God of Death.
However, if he can really master the martial arts of a very high level, then Qingjun may really have a chance to avenge his mother.
That night, Qingjun checked into a VIP guest room.
In the end, he did not stay in Wu Ting's room.
What he wants is fair treatment, not malicious revenge.
Ye Fan didn¡¯t hide his clumsiness, and based on Qingjun¡¯s progress, he basically taught him everything he had learned.
At the same time, Ye Fan also truly explained some of his understanding of martial arts to Qingjun.
"In terms of swordsmanship, I dare say that no one in the world can defeat me, but in martial arts, I am not the best either."
"I have said everything that can be said. How much you can master depends entirely on your personal efforts and luck"
"I can only say that if you can really understand the ultimate secret of martial arts, it is not impossible to kill the god."
Qingjun was so moved that he was about to kneel down.
"Don't kneel down. Since you want to win respect, don't kneel down." Ye Fan stopped him.
"Mr. Ye, this kneeling is only for the kindness of my teacher. In heaven and on earth, I, Qingjun, will only kneel to you and my mother!"
When Ye Fan heard this, he didn't stop him anymore.
"Mr. Ye, one day, if I really achieve something, I will definitely work for you and repay you!" Qing Jun said seriously.
Ye Fan smiled and said, "To be honest, when I first started training you, I did think about using you."
"But if you hadn't worked so hard, it wouldn't have been enough to impress me and teach you this."
"Your mother has helped me a lot. If you can rescue her, it will be considered as repayment."
Ye Fan patted Qing Jun's shoulder and said, "God of Death, I will save it for you to kill."
Qing Jun had a solemn expression on his side and nodded heavily.
Coming out of the room next to Qingjun, Ye Fan stretched out.
With this worry behind him, it was almost time for him to go to Shenqi Civilization to find his uncle Long Jingxuan.
Suddenly, I heard the melodious sound of the piano.
He knew who was playing without having to guess.
¡°This time we are apart, the future is uncertain, and I don¡¯t know if we will see each other again in the future
Ye Fan thought for a while and took the initiative to look for the sound.
Coming to the small courtyard with charming scenery, Han Yinzheng was wearing a long white gauze dress and was playing music by the window.
The music is melodious and melodious, but it is full of melancholy.
When he found Ye Fan coming in, Han Yinzheng raised his head and stopped playing.
¡°This is the first time you¡¯ve come to my residence since coming to Wu Mansion,¡± Han Yinzheng said with a smile.
Ye Fan was stunned and realized that he had gone to Wu Yanshu and Sylvie's residence, but had never been to Han Yinzheng's place.
"Obviously we are the first to know each other," Han Yinzheng said with some resentment.
"If I come, it's usually not good. What's more, isn't this the time I'm here?"
Ye Fan praised: "You play the piano really well. Your emotions and music are integrated into one, and your artistic conception is profound."
"Do you still need to tell me?"
Han Yinzheng rolled her eyes at him and said proudly: "You are a god when it comes to swordsmanship, but when it comes to music, I am also one of the top musicians in the Kaqiu Federation."
"In a few years, I will definitely be famous throughout Fitz. By then, I will be accompanying the Sword God to add to the fun."
Ye Fan couldn't laugh or cry: "No need, that's enough for now."
"Is that enough?"
"Of course, I'm not that demanding."
"Then you will take me with you?"
"Well¡¡"
Ye Fan was at a loss for words. He didn't know how to respond to this sudden sentence.
Han Yinzheng smiled when she saw Ye Fan's deflated look.
"Why are you so nervous? You are the God of Swordsman. You are no different from when I first met you"
The girl smiled, but there was a glint in the corner of her eyes.
Ye Fan touched his chin and looked around to relieve his embarrassment.
Suddenly, some spiritual herbs in the yard caught his attention.
"Huh?"
Ye Fan took a closer look and asked, "Is this the Qingling Flower?"
"I don't know him. He looks pretty. He planted it casually. What's wrong?" Han Yinzheng blinked.
"This kind of spiritual grass is an ingredient in many elixirs, but isn't the Qingling flower the size of an egg? Why is your flower bigger than your hand?"
Han Yinzheng thought for a while and said, "Maybe it's because I often play the piano here."
"Play the piano?"
"Yes," Han Yinzheng said, "In the past, in my hometown, the flowers and plants in my yard were thicker and more prosperous than those in other places."
"At first, everyone thought my place had good feng shui and abundant spiritual energy, so several elders in the clan forcibly changed the courtyard with me."
¡°It turns out that wherever I go, the vegetation will be better.¡±
"Everyone later thought that the music I played made the spiritual grasses enjoy it and would help them grow"
An idea flashed in Ye Fan¡¯s mind!
It seems that there is indeed such a saying that music affects plants.
For example, sound waves will cause the stomata on the surface of the plant to produce more contraction activity, strengthen photosynthesis, and grow better.
It¡¯s just that there was no one around him who loved music before, and women were responsible for planting spiritual herbs
"Miss Han, can you play the song you play most often?"
Han Yinzheng smiled and said, "Sword God has your destiny, how can a little girl dare to disobey him?"
He made a joke, and then the music started playing.
Ye Fan also quickly used Wushuang and began to observe the changes in the surrounding plants
Immediately, a scene that surprised him appeared!
The energy activities of these plants have become very active?
"All things have animism it really is so"
Even inorganic civilizations have wisdom, let alone these spiritual flowers and spiritual grasses?
Ye Fan¡¯s eyes were changing, and when the song ended, he had an idea in his mind.
"Miss Han, I want to take you to a place."
¡°You call me ¡®Yin Zheng¡¯ or ¡®Zheng¡¯er¡¯ first, and then I¡¯ll go with you,¡± Han Yin Zheng pouted.
Ye Fan is helpless, women are so popular that sometimes they can¡¯t stop him.
"Okay, Yin Zheng"
Han Yinzheng nodded happily.
After a while, two figures appeared in the world of swords.
Han Yinzheng was shocked for a while when she learned that this was actually the world created by Ye Fan.
"It turns outthe Creator really created the world and created all living beings"
Ye Fan smiled bitterly: "The sky has opened, but creating living beings is really not easy."
Ye Fan took the woman all the way to the hillside.
Looking over, on a river beach below, all kinds of strange sword spirit beings were fighting each other.
There are no rules in their activities, they grow wildly, and the mutual restraint of some attributes will cause the annihilation of the race.
"Yin Zheng, although I created the sword spirit life here, there has been no good way to make them evolve in an orderly manner."
"After all, they don't have very high intelligence, so I want you to try"
¡°Use music to infect them?¡± Han Yinzheng blurted out.
Ye Fan nodded. Although it is said that things compete with each other by natural selection, things cannot really take shape. They are always there in an endless loop. What the hell is there to choose?
Since the truth doesn¡¯t make sense, and forced intervention only treats the symptoms but not the root cause, we can only try to see if sound waves can make them resonate.
Ye Fan is really looking forward to seeing what kind of advanced intelligent beings will be born in the world he and Taichu created together.
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