"That's fine. What does my friend lack? Get some demonic elixirs for Shuhui to take, then she can get away with it … But my friend, um, that place only recognizes spirit stones … "
Yan Fengyun hurriedly said, "Of course. How can we let Senior Elder Deng work and pay for it? We can ask for as many spirit stones as we want."
Elder Deng blushed and smiled. "I can't help it. That friend only recognizes spirit stones. I spent a lot of spirit stones on the information just now … Logically speaking, I should give it to you, but I'm short of money recently, so you guys have to raise the money for the elixirs."
"How can we let Elder Deng spend it?" Yan Fengyun said and wanted to take the spirit stones, but Elder Deng refused. Finally, the old man said that he would wait until he inquired about the price of that strange elixir.
Everyone agreed, and Elder Deng hurriedly left to find his so-called friend to find elixirs.
But the two people from the Yan Family were worried. Where could they find this man? Which man was willing to go to heaven and earth but not to bed?
If they found a servant to pretend to be a servant, it would be really embarrassing if word got out that Miss Yan married a servant.
If they found someone of equal status, the man would probably not agree. Their daughter would not agree either.
And what should they do after the wedding? If they kicked the new son-in-law away, this guy might bear a grudge and go to the Painting Sound Demon Sect to tell on them.
If this son-in-law had bad intentions and used this to threaten the Yan Family, then the consequences would be unimaginable.
The Yan couple could not think of a suitable candidate no matter how they thought about it. In the end, they could only call the housekeeper in. The master's family matters were usually not hidden from the housekeeper. This housekeeper was called Yan Fu, and he could be considered a smart person.
Yan Fu thought for a while and suddenly said, "I have an idea!"
The Yan couple hurriedly said, "Say it!"
"The best way is to find someone who is seriously ill or dying, and let this person marry Miss. When this is over, it's best if this person dies. If he doesn't, we'll help him! "
Wu Xiaoling was a woman after all. Hearing the housekeeper's vicious words, she could not help but be shocked. She hurriedly shook her head and said, "That's not good."
Yan Fu continued, "Actually, it's just a saying. We don't really have to kill him. As long as he's obedient, we don't have to kill him. Moreover, if this person is a kind-hearted person, he should be grateful to us for saving his life and not take advantage of the Yan Clan! "
Yan Feng Yun asked suspiciously, "From your tone, could it be that you already have someone in mind?"
Yan Fu laughed in a low voice. "Master, have you forgotten the person who fell into our lotus pond just now?"
"The heavens are really helping me!" Yan Fengyun laughed out loud. Then, he thought of something and asked, "Didn't you throw that person out?"
"Master, I'll bring him back right away!" Yan Fu ran off.
Yan Fengyun quickly said to Wu Xiaoling, "Madam, it's up to you to convince our daughter. The Painting Sound Devil Sect is definitely not a good place to go. Make her give up. If she turns into a painting, then I, your father, will die in front of her! "
There was no problem with Wu Xiaoling. That Yan Shuhui did not have the intention to turn into a painting. When she heard that it was just a fake wedding ceremony, she did not have any objections. What threat could a person who was about to die do? When that fellow died, she would still be very free. Even if her status was damaged, she would still be clean. If she met a man who truly loved her and explained the situation, he would probably not fuss about it.
Yan Shuhui finally agreed, but the news from Yan Fu's side was not good.
The person who was just thrown out of the residence had disappeared in the time it took to drink a cup of tea. No matter how the housekeeper searched, he could not find him.
Yan Fengyun was also very vexed. After thinking for a while, he could only give the order. While continuing to search, he sent people to the other territories to call over the cousins, cousins, and distant relatives of his aunts and uncles.
For this kind of matter, it was still the family that was the most reliable!
Speaking of which, where did Ye Kong go? It was not that he ran away on his own. His meridians were already broken and he did not have spiritual energy to repair them. Falling from mid-air made his situation even worse.
The most ridiculous thing was that after being messed around by the Black Robe, he even forgot to take the healing elixir.
To be honest, it was all thanks to the Great Recovery Pill that Yan Fengyun had someone feed him. Of course, his meridians had been reconstructed and were far better than ordinary people. His body had also cultivated the Spirit Martial Body Tempering Technique, so even without that elixir, he would not have died.
It was just that with the elixir, he woke up a little faster.
He finally woke up slowly, but he did not open his eyes because he heard people talking beside him. Right now, he was even worse than an ordinary person, so of course he did not dare to open his eyes.
He heard the two people talking, "Senior Martial Brother Tan Kun, what is the Yan Family doing? They threw a person who was about to die in the middle of the night. But the strange thing is, when he was thrown on the ground, the housekeeper even stuffed a Great Recovery Pill into his mouth."
Tan Kun also said curiously, "It is indeed a little strange. But this person is not a cultivator, so how could his meridians be broken? Junior Martial Brother Xu Yukuo, do you think he cultivated some strange demonic technique that caused his cultivation to be completely destroyed and his meridians to be broken? "
Xu Yukuo nodded and said, "That is a little possible. Maybe this person cultivated a cultivation technique that broke his meridians to increase his strength."
Ye Kong, who was lying on the ground, really wanted to curse. His meridians were all broken, so how could it increase his strength? How could there be such a stupid cultivation technique in this world?
But then he heard Tan Kun say, "That's really possible. In our Yunyao 8,000 Territories, there are tens of thousands of demonic sects. There are all kinds of techniques. Our Heavenly Crippling Demon Sect cultivates techniques that harm our bodies and use pain to increase our strength."
There were two words that caught Ye Kong's attention. First, Yunyao 8000 Realms. It was not the first time he heard of Yunyao, but what was this 8000 Realms? What was that?
Second, Tian Can Demon School. It seemed that Bai Song had ascended from Tian Can Demon School. That Lightning Drawing Technique was really not an exaggeration.
Based on these two points, Ye Kong's heart moved. Could it be that he had come to Yunyao?
Wu Doesn't Know's black card came from Yunyao? Then where did Wu Doesn't Know come from? Where did his black card come from? Why would he go to Cangnan? Maybe he picked up the card by chance?
Although there were many questions, Ye Kong had already confirmed in his heart that he had come to Yunyao.
The Black Robe, Tian Can Demon School, only Yunyao would have these things.
Ye Kong wanted to listen a little more, but he couldn't. These two fellas actually noticed his storage ring.
"Senior Brother Tan Kun, do you think he's wearing a storage ring?" Xu Yukuo grabbed Ye Kong's hand and said.
Tan Kun shook his head and said, "Stop dreaming. How could a mortal have a storage ring? That's just a decorative ring … Our Sect Master Can Yu's storage ring. I've seen it, and it's completely different from his."
Xu Yukuo was still unwilling, "Senior Brother Tan Kun, didn't you just say that he might be a cultivator who failed in cultivation? Maybe he has a storage ring … Look, he doesn't have a storage bag or a storage bracelet. If he's really a cultivator, that must be a storage ring!"
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