You're so beautiful, and you still want to cancel the engagement?

Feng Qingyao looked at the old man who was walking away slowly carrying two buckets of manure, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Swish!

Swish!

At this moment, Ye Fei and Ding Dashan flew over from a distance and landed next to Feng Qingyao.

Ye Fei folded his arms and said seriously, "Sister, don't be sad. There's nothing wrong with being the Dung Master!"

Ding Dashan followed up by saying, "Yes, it is a title bestowed by the Immortal Emperor after all!"

Feng Qingyao glared at Ye Fei and Ding Dashan beside her with murderous eyes: "Are you two tired of living?"

Ye Fei and Ding Dashan took a step back at the same time, too scared to say a word.

Snapped!

Feng Qingyao suddenly turned around and slapped Ding Dashan on the forehead: "What are you still standing there for? Go help my old man carry manure! Don't you see he's so old? Do you have the heart to let him continue carrying manure?"

"Ah?" Ding Dashan opened his mouth wide.

Swish!

Feng Qingyao leaped up and landed in front of Feng Mazi, blocking his way.

When she looked at Feng Mazi, she found that the old man was already in tears.

Feng Mazi hurriedly wiped his eyes in a panic, taking the opportunity to wipe away the tears on his face: "The wind is so strong today!"

"Old Master!" Feng Qingyao grabbed the shoulder pole on Feng Mazi's shoulder and said, "Let us young people do the work of carrying manure from now on!"

Swish!

Feng Qingyao had just finished speaking when Ding Dashan happened to fly over and landed beside her. Seeing this, Feng Qingyao immediately glanced at Ding Dashan and said, "He's my junior fellow apprentice. Look how strong he is. It would be a waste of his strong body if he wasn't allowed to do some work!"

"Oh, yes, old man, come on, carry the manure, leave it to me from now on!" Ding Dashan said, holding the shoulder pole with both hands: "You go ahead, I'll do it!"

"No, no, no..." Feng Mazi said "no" three times in a row: "Let go first, wait for me to put you down and then you can go up!"

After Feng Mazi finished speaking, he slowly squatted down and put the load of manure on the ground.

Then he stood up with the carrying pole and handed it to Ding Dashan: "Here! Be careful, don't spill it!"

"Don't worry, I can't spread it!" Ding Dashan curled his lips and said, "It's just a load of manure! I don't need a shoulder pole, I can just carry it with both hands!"

Ding Dashan finished speaking, then stood between the two buckets of manure, grabbed one in each hand, and gently lifted it up...

The two buckets of manure remained untouched!

"Hmm?" Ding Dashan was stunned, and immediately added a little more strength and lifted it up with force.

Still no movement.

"What the hell?" Ding Dashan let go of the two buckets of dung and walked around them.

Just then, Ye Fei came over.

Seeing Ding Dashan's behavior, he immediately looked disgusted: "Dashan, what are you looking at? What's wrong, have you never seen shit before? And you want to study it carefully? Otherwise, why don't you take a sip and try it?"

Ding Dashan ignored Ye Fei and continued to observe the two buckets of manure.

On this side, Feng Mazi held one end of the carrying pole with both hands, propped it on the ground, and looked at Ding Dashan with a smile.

Feng Qingyao was looking at Feng Mazi with suspicion.

She had already seen that these two buckets of manure were not simple, or rather, the buckets that contained the manure were not simple.

"Old Master, what's so special about these dung buckets?" Feng Qingyao asked through telepathy. "My junior fellow apprentice is incredibly strong. I've personally seen him lift monsters weighing thousands of pounds with his bare hands. How could he not be able to lift two buckets of dung?"

"Hmph..." Feng Mazi snorted coldly, "Each of these two dung buckets can hold tens of thousands of pounds of dung! If he were to lift them with his bare hands, what would happen? Only with this shoulder pole can we offset that force!"

"Ah?" Feng Qingyao opened her mouth wide.

He immediately used his soul to telepathically transmit to Ding Dashan, "Fourteen, stop struggling. You can't lift these two buckets of manure. Each bucket weighs tens of thousands of pounds. You need a shoulder pole to carry them!"

"No way?" Ding Dashan looked unconvinced.

He was obviously still a little skeptical. He stood between the two dung buckets and used all his spiritual power to lift them again, but they still didn't move at all.

Ding Dashan looked at the two dung buckets and finally gave up.

I also believed what Feng Qingyao said.

He scratched his head and said to Ye Fei, "Brother, these two dung buckets are a bit special. I've tried my best, but I still can't lift them! How about you try?"

"What's so special about two shit buckets!" Ye Fei looked disgusted.

"If you can do it, go ahead!" Ding Dashan pointed at the two dung buckets, turned around and walked to Feng Qingyao.

"Besides, don't think I'll fall for your trick just because you say that!" Ye Fei curled his lips: "Do you think I don't know that you just want to trick me into picking up manure? No way!"

"If you don't have the ability, then you don't have the ability, and you're still stubborn!" Feng Qingyao deliberately used provocation to stimulate Ye Fei.

"That's right!" Ding Dashan curled his lips and said, "If you can lift these two buckets of manure with your bare hands, I'll give you all the Wanling Grass on me!"

"Hmm?" Ye Fei was stunned. "Really? Have you thought it through? Don't regret it, okay?"

Ye Fei felt that it was worth betting with all the Wanling Grass on Ding Dashan.

"Yes!" Ding Dashan nodded: "If you lose, just give me half of your Wanling Grass!"

"Okay, that's what you said!" Ye Fei walked towards the two dung buckets with a smug look on his face.

Here, Feng Mazi looked at Feng Qingyao suspiciously and asked through soul transmission: "Do they have a lot of Wanling Grass on them?"

"Yeah!" Feng Qingyao nodded and continued to reply via soul transmission: "It's okay, it's not too much!"

"How much is not a lot?" Feng Mazi asked through soul transmission.

He has been in the fairyland for hundreds of years and has long known the function of this Wanling Grass.

This Wanlingcao is a magical medicine that grows naturally and cannot be cultivated artificially. It is hard to come by.

It is said that someone once found more than a dozen Wanling Grasses in a forest in the Holy Land of Heaven. After voluntarily handing them over, they were taken away from the Holy Land of Heaven, escaped from this sea of ​​suffering, and went to enjoy life in the outside world.

"Well..." Feng Qingyao was speechless for a moment, because she didn't know how to answer.

After Ye Fei learned about the function of Wanling Grass from Lao Ji, the three of them divided all the Wanling Grass in the warehouse equally.

Almost each person received more than a thousand bundles.

The Wanling Grass looks similar to rice straw, with a similar thickness, but one strand is more than three feet long and is also hollow inside. When tied tightly, there are at least thousands of strands in a bundle.

Finally, Feng Qingyao thought about it and said casually: "We each have about a thousand bundles!"

"Thousands of bundles?" Feng Mazi was dumbfounded.

That extremely rare Wanling Grass, they are selling it by the bundle?

Well, I can be considered to have a successor.

This girl must be my great-great-granddaughter.

It seems that the ability to brag is inherited from me.

No, they can surpass me.

Thinking of this, Feng Mazi glared at Feng Qingyao: "Little girl, you are so out of touch at such a young age, talking nonsense!"

At this moment, Ye Fei, who had been staring at the two buckets for a few seconds, suddenly grabbed one bucket with one hand and lifted it up gently: "Ha!"

Two dung buckets stood up.

Ye Feiyun carried two buckets of manure calmly and smiled triumphantly at Ding Dashan: "Isn't this easy!"

"Ah?" Ding Dashan had a sad face and instantly looked like he was about to cry.

He looked at Feng Qingyao and said, "Senior Sister, are you guys colluding to cheat me of the Wanling Grass again?"

Feng Qingyao spread her hands and said, "I didn't ask you to gamble with your brother for the Wanling Grass. You wanted to gamble on your own!"

"Alright, alright, I'll admit defeat!" Ye Fei put down the two buckets of manure and waved to Ding Dashan: "Hurry up, get the Wanling Grass out!"

"You two bastards, I've been fooled by you again!" Ding Dashan looked unconvinced. However, he was a man of his word. Although he had been tricked many times by Feng Qingyao and Ye Fei before, he would always keep his word.

Immediately afterwards, a scene took place that left Feng Mazi dumbfounded.

Ding Dashan started throwing out the Wanlingcao in bundles.

Every time he took out a bundle of Wanling Grass from his storage ring and threw it on the ground, it seemed to hit Feng Mazi's chest, shaking Feng Mazi on the spot.

How come the Wanling Grass, which is extremely rare in the fairy world, is free here?

Good, good, good, good...

It seems that it is finally my turn to leave this damn place!