Chapter 217 He can’t

Yang Fan took the watermelon and took a bite. The watermelon was sweet and delicious. It was delicious, but it didn’t have any spiritual power. It was just an ordinary watermelon. She let the little white tiger take another bite.

After taking a bite, the little white tiger showed a look of disgust, thinking that the watermelon was not tasty.

The little white tiger had its back to Yan Qing, and as it was dark at night, he could not see the disgust on its face.

Yang Fan did not comment on whether the watermelon was delicious or not. She handed the watermelon to Tang Yuanyuan and drew a rune with one hand. A huge golden rune appeared in the air. The rune was the same as the one drawn by Yan Qing and the others, but it seemed a little different.

After drawing the talisman, Yang Fan turned his wrist and the golden talisman quickly sank down to the watermelon vine.

Suddenly, all the watermelon vines in the field grew wildly, and the watermelons grew out one after another. In less than a moment, all the watermelons in the entire watermelon field grew and ripened, and the air was filled with the fragrance of watermelons.

"Oh my god!" Tang Yuanyuan's eyes widened with a dull expression.

As expected of the Grandmaster, this is too amazing! He made watermelons grow just like that.

Yang Fan didn't say anything. He picked a watermelon nearby, broke it open, and handed it to Yan Qing.

She divided the other half again, ate half herself and gave the other half to the little white tiger.

The little white tiger took a bite and then nodded with satisfaction, saying that this watermelon was delicious.

The little white tiger buried his head and ate a cool meal, which was delicious.

The shock on Yan Qing's face had not yet faded. He looked down at the half watermelon that Yang Fan gave him. With his excellent eyesight, he could tell the difference between the two halves of the watermelon.

He tried it and it was delicious, just like the other fruits, full of spiritual energy.

Then he took a bite of the half watermelon that he had created with the talisman. After just one bite, he noticed the difference.

The watermelon he created had no spiritual energy at all, it was just an ordinary watermelon.

Yan Qing was even more shocked. He asked, "Why is this happening?"

Tang Yuanyuan was standing by, confused. Why was this happening? Was there anything different about watermelons?
He looked at the two halves of watermelon in Yan Qing's hand, then looked at the watermelon in his own hand, lowered his head and took a bite from the edge.

Mm, it’s quite delicious.

Then he boldly moved forward and took a bite of the half watermelon that Yang Fan handed to Yan Qing, and instantly understood what Yan Qing was asking.

Tang Yuanyuan asked, "Grandmaster, why do the watermelons you grew have spiritual energy, but the ones grown by my uncle don't?"

Aren’t they all the same growth symbols?

Yang Fan took a bite of the watermelon and said bluntly, "The reason is not very simple, he can't do it."

Yan Qing and Tang Yuanyuan: "..."

Although it is true, this sentence sounds strange.

"Okay, figure it out yourself." Yang Fan finished the watermelon in his hand and threw the watermelon rind towards the distant mountain. The watermelon rind drew a beautiful arc under the moonlight and finally fell at the foot of the mountain.

Yang Fan turned and walked to the vineyard at the side. He drew a growth symbol in the same way, and grapes began to grow on the empty vines again.

Then came the strawberry field next to it, and then the loquats, lychees, cherries... continuing to draw symbols to make the fruits grow again.

Tang Yuanyuan and Yan Qing followed behind and looked at her carefully. After looking carefully, they found that Yang Fan's growth talisman was slightly different from the ones they drew.

It seems to be a combination of a spirit gathering talisman and a growth talisman, so every time the talisman paper is used, the surrounding spiritual energy will rush into the fruit frantically, and the spiritual energy will be used to promote the growth of the fruit, and what grows is the spiritual fruit.

The two who understood this immediately began to try. They went directly to the vegetable field, waited for the ghosts to plant the seeds, and then began to experiment with drawing talismans. Yan Qing had a high talent, and after a few attempts, he could draw the same growth talisman as Yang Fan, which could give birth to a small cabbage with spiritual energy at a time.

On the contrary, Tang Yuanyuan kept drawing and drawing, and after drawing a lot, he couldn't draw a usable talisman paper.

The two men squatted on the ground, constantly drawing talismans to make the vegetables grow.

Yang Fan took the little white tiger to walk through all the fruit trees alone, trying to make the out-of-season and seasonal fruits grow again. As for those that had not yet matured, she ignored them.

On the other side, Jian Xiangdi was guarding the post station. Today, he lost the finger-guessing game with Liang Zishu.

He sat in the post station by himself, and when the ghosts came out and didn't want to work, he would give them the express delivery and give them instructions.

Jian Xiangdi handed the package to the ghost in front of him, "This is your package, please remember to give it a five-star rating."

The one who picked up the express was a huge, fleshy-faced, ferocious-looking male ghost. The male ghost stood there, one-third as wide as the warehouse door, blocking Jian Xiangdi's sight.

Just at this moment, a red figure flashed past the gate quickly and no one saw it.

The male ghost snorted, and his breath blew onto Jian Xiangdi's face. The latter's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly covered his nose. It stinks!

The male ghost said gruffly, "Evaluations are all voluntary, why do you care whether I give a good or bad review!"

"Humph, I'm going to give you a bad review."

After saying that, the male ghost turned and left, his huge body slowly walking into the gate of the underworld.

After he left, Jian Xiangdi frantically fanned herself with the cardboard beside her, trying to blow away the air around her, yue~ it really stinks!

The red figure that secretly ran out of Yang Fan's house kept running along the road, and the bells on his feet made crisp clinking sounds.

Liang Zishu, who was concentrating on her work, suddenly stopped. She turned around and asked Yue Ya beside her, "Did you hear any sound?"

Yue Ya listened carefully, "It seems... there is some sound."

Was it the sound of a bell? She listened carefully, but heard nothing.

Qian Cang, who was concentrating on his work, didn't hear any sound. Hearing this, he looked at them blankly, "What sound did you hear?"

In addition, Xi Jun and Yan Qing, who were in different places, seemed to have noticed something. One man and one ghost raised their heads and looked into the distance at the same time. The former had excitement in his eyes, his figure flashed, and he disappeared from the spot in an instant.

Tang Yuanyuan saw Yan Qing looking over there, and also looked over there, "Uncle Master, is the Grandmaster calling us?"

Yang Fan was walking in that direction just now, and he thought she was calling them.

"No," Yan Qing said lightly, retracting his gaze and continuing with the work at hand.

Since the Grandmaster is there, there is nothing to worry about.

Tang Yuanyuan said "oh" and continued to struggle with the talisman paper. He was determined to draw one successfully today no matter what!
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The clear sound of bells became more and more obvious in the silent mountains. The girl in the red dress continued to run forward without looking back, with only one thought in her mind: she couldn't stop, she must escape!
It was pitch black all around, and the moonlight shining on the road allowed me to vaguely see the road ahead, which was flat.

She kept running, and suddenly she seemed to hit something. The powerful impact knocked her to the ground. A trace of confusion flashed across her face, but it quickly disappeared, replaced by fear and determination.

She stood up and avoided the place where she had been hit, looking at the empty road and continued forward.

Once again, she was blocked by an invisible screen.