Chapter 970: Natural roots

Chapter 970: Natural Spiritual Root
"The first style of Eternal Qinglian Picture, Qinglian Hell!"
In your space, Yang Chen sat cross-legged, and the aquamarine light continuously gushed from his body, wrapping Yang Chen's body. A splendid and coquettish lotus flower slowly bloomed behind Yang Chen, and the petals of the lotus fell off. Then, these petals turned into countless small green lotus flowers around Yang Chen.
"one two Three……"
...
"Eight hundred and ninety-eight!"
"Eight hundred and ninety-nine!"
"Nine hundred!"
Snapped!
Along with the condensation of the nine hundred lotus flowers, the green lotus around Yang Chen suddenly burst open, turning into countless aquamarine crystal lights, dissipating all around Yang Chen.
"Nine hundred flowers, is it the limit?" Yang Chen sighed, a bit of bitterness in his eyes.
Calculating the time, today is the fifteenth day after his father entered the soil. During the half month, Yang Chen spent most of the rest of the time in this space, except for keeping his father's filial piety at night.
Fifteen days, when converted into the flow rate of your space, is equivalent to more than ten years.
More than ten years have passed, Yang Chen's cultivation has entered the Ninth Heaven of Martial Saint Realm, but he has not made much progress in this Qinglian Hell.
"According to the previous moves of this transparent villain, I have to condense 1,500 green lotuses before I can truly succeed in the cultivation of the green lotus hell, and then I can perform the second type of cultivation of the eternal blue lotus map. "Yang Chen murmured, thinking in his eyes.
"Forget it, hurried is not fast, come slowly!" Yang Chen sighed, stood up from the ground, he did not go to practice any more, but turned directly, pushed open the stone door and walked out.
Calculating the time, it should be night in Canglan Continent.
He needs to keep filial piety for his father.
After talking to the old man, Yang Chen left the mysterious space and returned to his room again. Sure enough, as Yang Chen had guessed, the outside of the room was gradually darkening at this moment, and the setting sun dyed the sky red like a burning flame.
Yang Chen put on a black mourning suit, opened the door and roared, and walked out directly.
At this moment Ling Yuyao and others were already waiting in the yard.
Everyone also put on black mourning clothes, ready to keep filial piety for Yang Shan.
"Let's go." Yang Chen said, after everyone nodded, they walked directly in the direction of the cemetery.
The cemetery was not far from the direction of Li Mansion, about ten minutes away. Everyone came to Yang Shan's tomb and knocked Yang Shan one after another.
Then it ignited and burned some paper money.
Then no one spoke.
According to the customs of the Qingfeng Empire, filial piety must stay for one hour every night, so during this hour, Yang Chen and others kneel in turn.
Just when Yang Chen was exchanging with Wu Jing, Bao'er suddenly ran over. She sprinkled her little feet and ran up to Yang Chen.
"Uncle smelly, here's this thing for you!" I saw Bao'er suddenly took out a candied haws from his arms and handed it to Yang Chen, with a shy expression on his face.
"What?" Looking at the candied haws in Bao'er's hand, Yang Chen smiled and said: "Why, you little thing, want to bribe me?"
"Um... I heard that your father is gone, this thing is for you, don't be sad!" Bao'er lowered her head, and said with some twist: "Every time I am sad, mother will buy it for me. Candied haws, you won’t be sad after eating candied haws!"
Hearing this, Yang Chen was stunned for a moment, and then his heart softened. He subconsciously looked at Ling Yuyao, and then Ling Yuyao was completely blank, indicating that she didn't know all this.
"Thank you." Yang Chen laughed, and took the candied haws from Bao'er. For her, candied haws is a very precious thing. If she can give candied haws to Yang Chen, Bao'er should be very big. Courage.
"You're welcome!"
Bo'er is a small devil, raised his hand and patted Yang Chen's thigh, and said: "My mother said, I have to be forgiving and forgiving. Seeing that you and I don't have a father, I will not call You smelly uncle!"
Hearing this, Yang Chen almost laughed, rolled his eyes and said: "You little thing, you are not very old, and the words in your mouth are a set. Do you know what it means to be forgiving and forgiving? , Dare to use it?"
"Anyway...That's what it means anyway!" Bao'er said shyly, biting his finger.
Seeing her cute look, Yang Chen couldn't help but hugged her. This time, Bao'er unexpectedly didn't resist him, but let Yang Chen hold her in his arms.
This warm look is as if the two are father and daughter.
"Boer, do you miss your father?" Yang Chen asked.
"I don't know." Bao'er blinked and said innocently. She had never had a dad in her mind. Yang Chen asked her if she wanted her, but Bao'er didn't know how to answer.
"Then do you want Dad?" Yang Chen asked.
"Yes." Bao'er looked innocent.
"Then I will be your father, OK?" Yang Chen said.
"Good...no! No!" Bao'er's good words were about to blurt out, but she changed her words immediately, and hurriedly waved her small fist and said, "No way, you are the smelly uncle, not my father!"
"Haha!" Yang Chen laughed when she heard this. This girl is quite shrewd, she didn't even trap her? But Yang Chen couldn't help but teased her: "What's wrong? Anyway, you don't have a father, isn't it the same who is your father?"
"It just can't!" Bao'er said earnestly: "Father is a very important thing, not a casual thing! Why don't you understand such a simple truth for a person like you? If this happens, Bao'er will be angry!"
Bo'er's face was full of seriousness, but with that cute face, it made people feel serious.
Yang Chen felt a little distressed.
If I can't bear to tease her again, he is ready to put her down.
But when he was just about to put Bao'er down, Yang Chen inadvertently touched her waist, and a strange feeling suddenly came from his hands.
"this is……"
"Spiritual root?"
Yang Chen exclaimed, his face changed slightly.
"What?" Bao'er tilted his head and looked at Yang Chen curiously.
"Bo'er, stand here and don't move!" Yang Chen's face suddenly became serious, and then shouted to the people not far away: "Squad leader, Wu Jing, Qingxuan, come here!"
Upon hearing Yang Chen's words, Ling Yuyao and others came over with curiosity.
Then when they heard the word "Linggen", everyone's expressions changed slightly, and they stretched out their hands and touched Bao'er's waist.
"You...what are you doing?" Bao'er was a little scared being stared at by so many people, she couldn't help shrinking behind Ling Yuyao with a look of panic.
"Everyone, what do you think?" Yang Chen smiled and looked at the person beside him.
Wu Jing took a deep breath, his eyes also showed a solemn color: "It really is a rare spiritual root in a thousand years!"
Liu Qingxuan also said: "Moreover, the size of this spiritual root seems to be bigger than what is recorded in the book!"
Ling Yuyao hugged Bao'er, with a strange look on her beautiful face: "Little guy, are you a martial arts genius once in a thousand years?"
"Wu Xiu genius?"
Bo'er tilted his head, with question marks on his face.