At the beginning of the game, I can manifest fantasy objects

Chapter 146
Swish!
The two of them broke through the air and left. Not long after, the void was torn open again, but there was still boundless darkness in front of them, and nothing could be seen.

Just hearing a "pop" sound, the two people fell into the water. Cold currents surged around them. The river was fast and the icy cold water hit them. They were isolated by Zhang Jingming's mysterious method.

boom!
Zhang Jingming didn't panic, he held the little girl in his arms with his left hand, and then punched upward with his right hand, like a rainbow piercing the sun, or a comet striking the moon.

With the rumbling sound, he broke through the rapid water, pierced through the thick soil, and took the little girl into the sky.

After a while, Zhang Jingming stood still on his feet, and the familiar carvings on the mine wall came into view. He and his little girl had returned to the road into Zishan, the abandoned ancient mine under the nine dragon veins.

There was silence in the dark ancient mine. He didn't stop for much, and walked quickly towards the exit with the little girl in his arms.

Not far away, Zhang Jingming felt like he was being watched by an unknown creature again. His heart moved, but he continued to stride forward calmly.

Not long after, the two of them came to the end of the ancient mine, flew up, and rose several thousand meters. Bright light came from above, and the fresh air rushed towards them.

Zhang Jingming collected all the stone clothes, stone knives and other items on his body, soared into the sky with his little girl in his arms, turned into a divine rainbow and disappeared in an instant.

Only a few days have passed, and nothing has changed in Xiaoshizhai. The surrounding bandits have been wiped out by the paper figures one by one, and the land is peaceful.

"Brother Ding is back!"

"Everyone thought you were gone."

"Brother Ding, where have you been these days?"

"This little girl is..."

The villagers were very happy to see the familiar figure who had disappeared for a few days, both adults and children, and were also curious about the little girl they had never seen before.

"I was out for a few days because of something, which made everyone worried."

Zhang Jingming responded to everyone with a smile, then rubbed the head of the little girl in his arms, and said: "Nanny is very good, she was adopted by me, she is my sister..."

"Brother Ding...it will be good to come back, it will be good to come back..."

After hearing the news, Mr. Zhang Wu rushed over quickly, his old face full of excitement and his voice trembling.

In the past few days, he had been blaming himself and full of sadness. He was always sighing and muttering to himself, saying that Brother Ding should be stopped and should not be allowed to enter Zishan rashly.

In the eyes of Mr. Zhang Wu, the Purple Mountain is a dangerous place. No matter who enters, he will never return. He will be trapped in it like the ancestor of his Zhang family thousands of years ago, unable to escape.

Now that the other party can return safely, even if he does not bring back the Origin Book, it is a very happy thing.

"We have to celebrate tonight and cleanse the dust for Brother Ding!"

At this moment, Zhang Wuye's face was glowing red, and the wrinkles on his old face were about to melt away, and the depression was gone. He turned around and ordered several young men to kill chickens and sheep to prepare a sumptuous dinner.

"Then we must get drunk tonight!"

Zhang Jingming, who was holding his little girl in his arms, also smiled and spoke, not rejecting this atmosphere.

When the villagers dispersed, the two followed Mr. Zhang Wu into his stone house.

"Brother Ding, you...really..."

Zhang Wuye looked very excited. After confirming that no one was around, he hurriedly closed the door lock and trembled, his face full of hope.

After all, Zhang Jingming had only been away for a few days, and Zhang Wuye was a little unsure whether he could bring back the Heavenly Book of Origin from the Purple Mountain.

Of course, while speaking, the old man glanced at the little girl with questioning eyes. "Nanny was adopted by me, and she is my family."

Zhang Jingming gave Master Zhang Wu a reassuring look, and then took out the Book of Origin.

"Fortunately, I have brought out the Yuan Tian Shu."

There was a flash of silver light, and the silver scroll appeared on the table. The silver light circulated like the bright moon in the well or the dragon ball in the sea, making the stone house hazy and making people feel unreal.

"Good! Good..."

Mr. Zhang Wu's slightly stooped body was trembling, and he kept rubbing the silver scroll with his rough, calloused palms. His lips were trembling, and he was filled with emotion in his heart.

The "Book of Origin" that had been lost for thousands of years was finally found. How could this not make him, a descendant of the Zhang family, excited?
The "Yuan Tian Shu" is of great importance, and it can be used to cultivate generations of Yuan Tian masters. If this news spreads, it will be enough to shock the entire Northern Territory.

After the old man calmed down a little, Zhang Jingming took out the stone clothes, stone knives, etc. one by one, including the golden bucket.

"Brother Ding, this is..."

Mr. Zhang Wu looked at the nearly half-meter-tall golden urn on the ground with a look of confusion on his face.

"These are the bones of your ancestor. I brought them out from the Purple Mountain."

"Alas! It's good that the fallen leaves return to their roots."

Mr. Zhang Wu sighed and silently put the golden bucket away respectfully, planning to bury it someday so that this ancestor of the Zhang family could rest in peace as soon as possible.

Afterwards, he poured a cup of tea for Zhang Jingming and the little girl respectively, and asked Zhang Jingming to explain the experience of the trip in detail.

"Thank you grandpa."

The little girl held the tea cup with her two little hands and smiled sweetly, very well-behaved.

Looking at this sensible little girl, the old man's eyes were full of love.

Zhang Jingming first moistened his throat with tea, and then recounted the experience.

"I never expected that the fairy from the Yaochi Holy Land would be so attached to love and righteousness. It is my first ancestor of the Zhang family who owes her a debt!"

When he heard that Yaochi Saint Yang Yi followed Zhang Lin's traces into Zishan and was trapped to death, Zhang Wuye couldn't help but feel sad.

After listening to what Zhang Jingming said, it was not until a long time later that the weather-beaten old man finally calmed down.

"Brother Ding, I have one more thing I need to ask of you. Please keep this Book of Origin for the Zhang family. I am already half dead and have no energy to study. There are no talented people among my children and grandchildren..."

After some careful consideration, Master Zhang Wu stood up slowly, holding the silver scroll in his hand, came to Zhang Jingming, and spoke solemnly.

"The Yuan Tian Book is indeed helpful to me. I can keep it for the Zhang family, but with just one glance, this treasure book still belongs to the Zhang family."

In this regard, Zhang Jingming did not pretend to refuse. He could not miss the secret method recorded in it, and there was no need to be pretentious.

"If you don't need this book in the future, and you see smart people appear among the descendants of my Zhang family, you can pass it on to them. At present, all the descendants of the Zhang family are useless, and the Northern Territory is in chaos. If you keep it in your hands, it will be a disaster for the family. I would like to thank you in advance. It’s better than Brother Ding!”

Mr. Zhang Wu's face was full of seriousness, and as he spoke, he knelt down and kowtowed.

(End of this chapter)