Lu Hen Ge laughed. "That's not impossible. Wait until I open a tavern, make a lot of money, and marry a dozen or twenty wives. When I'm bored, I can travel around."
Yao Fan snorted, "You're quite greedy, marrying so many wives. Aren't you afraid of dying in bed?"
Lu Hen Ge shrugged and did not answer.
Yao Fan casually pointed his finger, and a rocking chair made of ancient vine branches appeared in front of him. He then lay down and said, "Boy, are you planning to practice with magic energy?"
A moment.
Lu Hen Ge was shocked.
He never told this to anyone else.
"You kid used my alchemy room to make such a big fuss, it's hard for me not to know." Yao Fan pointed out the doubts in Lu Hen Ge's heart.
Lu Hen Ge smiled bitterly.
He forgot.
The alchemy room he used previously belonged to Yao Fan.
"Are you going to tell on me?"
Lu Hen Ge asked.
Yao Fan ate the chicken drumstick in his hand while looking up at the bright moon hanging in the sky. Instead of answering, he asked, "Are the chances of success high?"
Lu Hen Ge looked at Yao Fan in surprise.
Mention of demonic energy.
There wasn't even a hint of disgust in Yao Fan's words.
Hesitate for a moment.
Lu Hen Ge replied softly, "I've already reached the third level of Qi Refining."
Hearing this.
Yao Fan finally looked at Lu Hen Ge seriously. With his cultivation level of half a step to Mahayana, he couldn't see through Lu Hen Ge's cultivation level. He just felt that Lu Hen Ge was still a mortal.
The reason why Yao Fan could not sense the existence of Lu Henge's cultivation was, on the one hand, because of the hiding effect of the Demon's Heart, and on the other hand, because of the uniqueness of the "Wangxian Sutra".
There are these two things.
Even if Lu Hen Ge cultivated to the Mahayana stage, to outsiders, he was still a mortal.
"It seems that I don't need to worry about your safety after you enter the Sword Prison." Yao Fan felt relieved. Lu Hen Ge has never been a reckless person. Moreover, now that he has regained his cultivation, the danger of the Sword Prison is naturally greatly reduced.
Lu Hen Ge looked at the old man in front of him, and his heart was moved: "More than 20 years ago, if you had brought me back to the Three Thousand Dao Sect from outside, how great it would have been!"
"Do you regret following Lu Sheng?"
Yao Fan asked with a smile.
Lu Hen Ge nodded seriously: "I regret it, very much."
Hearing this.
Yao Fan suppressed his smile and said, "Kid, you've worked hard over the years. Go do what you want to do in the future."
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