"Come in!" Ye Feng said.

"Okay!" The woman pushed open the ajar door and walked into the yard with the child.

"They're all here, pick whatever you want, ten cents for a peach charm." Ye Feng put a box of peach charms on the table and let the mother and son choose.

"Thank you, Boss Ye!" The woman quickly selected.

The child on the side looked at the vacant wicker chair and found a wooden sculpture placed on it. He reached out to touch it, but found that his hand went directly through the wooden sculpture, as if he touched the air.

"oops?"

The child tried several times but still couldn't touch the wood carving. He rubbed his eyes with his hands and made a surprised sound.

"Xiao Feng, don't make trouble!"

The woman quickly grabbed the child.

"Mom, I want this!" The child pointed to the wood carving on the wicker chair.

"This is a wood carving, not a thing. Don't talk nonsense!" The woman quickly pulled the child.

"This is not a wood carving, this is my wife." Ye Feng said calmly, and took the carving knife and prepared to continue carving.

The woman immediately smiled and said: "Boss Ye is really good at joking, how can this wood carving be your wife?"

Ye Feng did not continue to defend.

"Boss Ye, your wife is so beautiful! Can you sell it to me?" A child is childish and dares to say anything.

"Xiao Feng, you are looking for a beating!" The woman suddenly glared, pushed the child to the ground, took off her pants, picked up a bamboo stick, and spanked him on the buttocks.

"Ouch!"

The child suddenly started crying.

"Boss Ye, I was the one who failed to teach my son well. I'm really sorry." The woman quickly paid the money, picked up the peach charm, and left with the child in her arms, for fear that Ye Feng would blame her.

Regarding this farce, Ye Feng was calm and collected.

He has experienced similar things many times.

…

time flies.

It has been sixty years since Ye Feng came to this world.

On this day, many mountains shook.

Many spiritual veins appeared, strong spiritual energy erupted outwards, and more and more practitioners were born.

"Oh my god, what's going on?"

Someone screamed.

In the center of Mortal City, a rich radiance erupted, shaking the whole city and attracting Ye Feng's attention.

"She made a breakthrough." Ye Feng said calmly.

This smell is very familiar.

That's Su Ling.

This woman is extremely talented and has broken through to a small level. With her current strength, she is enough to kill the one-horned giant python alone.

"Is there an explosion of spiritual energy?"

Ye Feng could feel the stronger aura around him.

The current world is more suitable for practice.

But, it has nothing to do with him.

He picked up a piece of bamboo, carved on it with a carving knife, and perfectly displayed what he had learned, making it contain great power. In this way, he practiced the "Hand of All Transformations".

Three months later.

Su Ling came again, but not alone.

Beside her, there are several practitioners whose strength is quite good and can be compared with the newly promoted Linghai Realm.

"Senior Ye, I'm here again."

Su Ling's name for Ye Feng became different, and her face showed the respect that a junior would have when meeting a junior, "These are my friends, they are all strong practitioners in the fourth realm."

The fourth realm?

Ye Feng raised his head.

In the mainland of China, cultivation is divided into realms such as Wang Qi, Qi Refining, Yuan Gathering, Ling Hai, Shen Yuan, and Po Xu.

In this world, in the first few decades of cultivation, there is no clear name. The realm of cultivation is divided by the first realm, the second realm, etc.

The fourth realm here is the spiritual sea.

But, that's all.

If they go together, they can't beat Rhubarb.

"Are you here to buy something?" Ye Feng asked.

"Your paintings are very useful. I will introduce these friends to buy them. The price is not a problem." Su Ling took out the spirit stone bag and placed it on the table. There were many spirit stones in it.

"Choose whatever you want!" Ye Feng waved his hand.

Su Ling was overjoyed, looked at these practitioners, and said, "Everyone can only choose one painting. You must choose it carefully, as it will greatly increase your strength."

"Uh-huh."

These practitioners immediately selected in the small courtyard.

"This painting is good!"

A young man in a white robe fell in love with an ink painting called "A Lone Boat Flowing on the River" and felt an artistic conception that was of great benefit to him.

"this is not bad."

"I've made my choice too."

Two more practitioners chose the scrolls titled "Kingfisher" and "Ride Alone Around the World" and accepted them happily.

There was only one woman in a red dress with rosy eyes who looked at the paintings around her with disdain. She thought they were all too ordinary, so she didn't choose.

"Zhao Yan, why don't you choose?"

Su Ling looked at the woman in the red dress with curiosity on her face.

Ye Feng's paintings are top-notch, and each one contains different artistic conceptions. If Ye Feng hadn't said that a person can only choose one painting, she would definitely buy them all.

"Oh, there's nothing suitable." Zhao Yan shook her head.

"Okay!" Su Ling had no choice but to say.

Half an hour later.

"Senior Ye, I've caused a lot of trouble today, please take my leave!"

Su Ling bowed her hands to Ye Feng and led Zhao Yan and his party out of this private courtyard.

Ye Feng did not put away the spiritual stones on the table, but continued to carve, immersed in his own world.

Half a day later.

Someone pushed open the courtyard door and walked in. It was Zhao Yan who was brought here by Su Ling today.

"Just a charlatan! Although I don't know how you deceived Su Ling and several other Taoist friends, you can't deceive me. These things are just secular garbage!"

Zhao Yan stood in front of Ye Feng and sneered.

She had spiritual consciousness and looked left and right, but she couldn't see anything special about Ye Feng and the surrounding calligraphy, painting and handicrafts. She felt that Ye Feng was just superficial.

"Those who have no destiny will naturally not be able to understand."

Ye Feng just said casually.

"The charlatan's usual lines are ridiculous!" Zhao Yan stood in front of the table, lifted the spirit stone bag on the table, and saw the wooden sculpture sitting on the vacant wicker chair, a cold light flashed in her eyes.

"I can't even carve out the facial features, that's too bad!"

Zhao Yan stretched out her hand to pick up Yu Jie's wood carving, but as her hand touched the wood carving, she suddenly felt like she was being pricked by needles.

This kind of pain goes straight into the soul!

Thump thump thump!

Zhao Yan kept retreating, looking at her hands full of needle holes, she couldn't help but scream.

Plop!

She sat down on the ground and took out the bronze mirror. She could see that her face was aging rapidly, and she soon changed from a beautiful person to an old woman with long gray hair.

Even the teeth began to fall out.

"No!"
To be continued...