After a long while, Ye Qingyun came out of the hut.
This time, Ye Qingyun felt like he was about to collapse.
He didn't bother to say hello to Meng Youran, and hurriedly walked into the house with his trembling legs.
He took out a bottle of wine and drank it down.
There are many bayberries soaked in this bottle of wine.
Bayberry wine, this is the wine Ye Qingyun brewed himself.
One of the great effects of bayberry wine is that it can cure diarrhea.
Although it is a folk remedy, it is extremely effective.
After drinking several mouthfuls of bayberry wine, my stomach felt like it was burning.
It didn't take long.
Ye Qingyun's stomach was still a little churning before, but he immediately calmed down.
The effect is obvious!
Ye Qingyun breathed a long sigh of relief.
If he continued like he did just now, I was afraid that I would be completely stuck in the hut and unable to get out.
Ye Qingyun walked outside the hospital.
Meng Youran and Qin Zheng were still standing there.
It's just that the two people's expressions are quite strange.
Meng Youran, in particular, looked at Ye Qingyun with extremely complex eyes.
It seems hard to accept that a person who can afford a fortune stone and lives in such a place would be so ugly because of diarrhea.
It's really hard to understand.
"It made you two laugh."
Ye Qingyun was also very embarrassed.
"I ate too much last night and had some gastrointestinal discomfort."
Meng Youran forced a smile.
"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter."
"You really didn't come to settle accounts with me?"
"no no."
"Oh, that's good."
Realizing that the other party was not here to settle scores, Ye Qingyun was completely relieved.
He warmly invited the two of them into the courtyard.
Meng Youran and Qin Zheng walked into the courtyard and everything they saw were treasures of heaven and earth.
The two of them were secretly shocked.
Even with the Xuanhuang Sect's foundation, I'm afraid it would be difficult to compare with this courtyard.
It’s not that the quantity is insufficient.
But the quality is too far behind.
Although the foundation of Xuanhuang Sect
It is profound, but it is still unrealistic to say that there are so many natural resources and treasures in the courtyard.
"Has Mr. Ye always lived here?"
Meng Youran asked proactively.
"Yeah, I've always lived here."
Ye Qingyun said casually.
Meng Youran frowned slightly.
I have been to the Tianwu Dynasty many times, but I have never heard of this person.
"It seems that this person has always lived in seclusion."
Meng Youran said secretly in his heart.
"Um?"
Soon, Meng Youran saw the two paintings on the door of the house.
Those who are sure of it are the two pictures of door gods posted by Ye Qingyun on the door.
Yuchi Gong on the left!
Qin Shubao on the right!
Standing majestically, the evil spirit is surging.
It seems that with the presence of these two door god portraits, it is difficult for any evil person to invade.
Meng Youran just glanced at it, feeling shocked in her heart.
There is no other reason.
The evil spirit of these two paintings is too strong.
It's almost like it's alive.
Meng Youran couldn't help but feel fear in his heart.
But these are obviously just two paintings, so why does it make me feel afraid?
Could it be that the painter's cultivation is too profound, so this painting also contains such extraordinary power?
This is very possible!
Suddenly, Meng Youran's attitude towards these two paintings changed.
At first it was just a cursory glance.
Now I'm looking at it carefully.
Ye Qingyun couldn't help but feel strange when he saw this man staring at the door god posted on the door.
Do all the door gods watch it with such interest?
In his original world, it could be seen everywhere on the streets.
Moreover, these two door god pictures were painted by himself. Although the painter is very good, he doesn't take them so seriously, right?
"Master Ye, I have the courage to ask
So, who painted these two paintings?"
Meng Youran asked.
"I drew it."
Ye Qingyun said.
Meng Youran was startled, "Mr. Ye, did you draw it?"
"Yes, this is what I drew."
Ye Qingyun nodded naturally.
Meng Youran became a little surprised and suspicious.
The level of cultivation of those who can draw these two paintings is absolutely unimaginable.
But Ye Qingyun seemed to have no cultivation skills.
Just a very ordinary mortal.
How could such a mortal paint such a painting?
To be continued...