He got it from the White Snake Tang Palace.

A famous prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, a treasure left by Wei Zheng.

Not to mention the wonder of this treasure, Wei Zheng's "Hui Meng Xian Jing" is hidden inside, which is the Confucian method of that world.

But Chen Yi didn't clarify, he just wanted to see if he was the material.

Giving this thing to Ning Caichen was Chen Yi's inspiration.

I really want to see if this ghost husband can seize the opportunity and take advantage of the moment to bring some changes to the world.

If he can succeed in casual chess, Chen Yi himself will also get great convenience.

If it doesn't work, there is no loss.

This time, the Dream Fairy Pillow is just a good collection for him.

"What about me? What about me?"

Seeing that not only Xie Yu became the master's disciple, but also Ning Caichen, a sour scholar, became a treasure.

Zhiqiu Yiye looked anxious and almost jumped up.

Obviously this time I want to pass the sword to him!

Why do you act like it's nothing else now?

"Haha, don't be anxious."

Chen Yi said with a smile: "Dharma Sword Technique is extremely complicated. If you want to learn it, I'm afraid it won't happen in a short time. From today on, you can stay in Lanruo Temple and the junior monk will pass on the Bodhidharma Sword to you."

Zhiqiu Yiye finally felt relieved and nodded repeatedly with a smile: "Okay!"

Seeing that Chen Yi was ready to leave, Huang Daozong didn't care much. He gritted his teeth, stepped out, and knelt down in front of him.

A cry: "Holy Monk!"
Chapter completed!