Chapter 365: Prajna Gaoren Village!

And wait for Bai Ye to enter the village.
"Xiao Ye'er is back?"
"Hey! It's really Xiao Ye'er, are you back?!"
"Yeer--"
Every villager who saw Bai Ye surrounded them with surprise and joy, and seeing Qin Ban also came, the village suddenly became lively.
When Ji Fu welcomed the two into his house, the whole village was boiling open. There were many men, women and children who were still happy and surrounded Ji Fu's yard, just like silly village farmers.
Seeing that Bai Ye couldn't help but have serious doubts about the speculation in her heart. Uh... the villagers in Prajna Village really seem to be ordinary villagers, not some hidden masters.
And when Bai Ye was wearing colored glasses and carefully observing the villagers, Qin Ban had already told Ji Fu about Bai Ye's current cultivation level, as well as her next battle book, etc.
"What!"
"Ahem..."
Ji Fu, who was smoking a dry cigarette, heard savory at first, but didn't respond. But when he reacted, when Bai Ye's cultivation base was confirmed, he was choked by a puff of smoke and almost didn't breathe.
Qin Ban handed Ji Fu some water. The latter waved a glass of water, but excitedly held Qin Ban's big hand, and said with a choked blush and a thick neck, "You, do you tell me the truth?! "
"Yeah." Qin nodded his head steadily.
Ji Fu: "..."
He had forgotten to check Bai Ye's cultivation base, and only held Qin-like hands stupidly. After an estimated half-quarter of an hour, he magically sprayed "smoke" from Qiqiao.
That stupid...
Seeing that Bai Ye couldn't help rubbing her eyebrows, she really deeply doubted her "Gaoren Village" speculation.
"Okay, okay, okay..." Ji Fu lightly sighed, and in Bai Ye's skeptical gaze, he slowly transformed into a solemn master!
"In that case, Xiao Ye'er should go to that place." Ji Fu said, got up and went to ruin the cabinet, and at the end he smashed out a crumpled sheepskin roll.
Looking at the broken sheepskin scroll in his hand, Ji Fu's eyes became very complicated. He remembered when he was young, his father handed this sheepskin scroll to the young white war in front of him.
Over a hundred years in a flash.
The father is dead, and the old master is also dead.
The new generation of little spirit masters has grown to a realm where they can come and take this inheritance map with him.
"Xiao Ye'er." Ji Fu handed the sheepskin roll to Bai Ye, "Go here."
Bai Ye reached out and took the sheepskin roll, but at this moment.
"Om!" Prajna Wonderland trembled!
When Bai Ye's eyelids jumped, she felt a stream of flowing waves, flowing from the sheepskin scroll in her hand to her Prajna Wonderland, and then—and—
"..."
The sheepskin rolls in Bai Ye's hands disappeared in smoke.
Ji Fu: "!"
Qin Ban: "!"
The two looked at each other in surprise, but Bai Ye was softly beside them, lying on the table, as if he had fallen asleep. Now...
"Uncle Ji, what's the matter?" Qin Ban didn't understand.
Ji Fu's old face turned pale, still panicked!
"How could it be like this..." Ji Fu's wrinkled hands trembled in panic, because in their "last words" passed down by Ji's word of mouth, there has never been an explanation that the inheritance map will become dusty.
This……
This tells him how not to panic! ?
At the same time.
"Om..."
It was like a sleepy white night, under the horrified eyes of the two of them