Take Along A Spring

Xiaoming grew up as a space Spirit Spring and had abnormal vision. Even though he had been hovering in the sky all this time, he could still see Yang Fann very clearly. Even the minute movements of Yang Fann could not escape his eyes.    

    

Yang Fann walked into the depths of the forest and found a clearing in the forest. He made a gesture towards Xiaoming in the sky and whistled sharply at the same time.    

    

Xiaoming was already prepared. As soon as he saw Yang Fann summon, he immediately dove down like lightning. He dove into the forest with a swoosh and gracefully made a turn in the air before landing lightly on Yang Fann's shoulder.    

    

Before Xiaoming could recover, Yang Fann had already stored it in Space of Jade Pendant. Although he had already seen clearly that there was no one nearby and there was no camera, who knew if the satellite in the sky would look over.    

    

Well, this was Yang Fann's idea. He didn't know if the satellite could shoot the people on the ground, but it was better to be careful than not to make any big mistakes.    

    

Yang Fann's Spirit Body quickly cut off the tender branches of the Clovershrub Tea's mother tree. This was something that was easy to get, a treasure that could not be bought no matter how much money was spent, and not a single one could be wasted.    

    

After pouring some Spatial Spirit Spring s into the cuttings on the tender branches and raising them, Yang Fann left. The truth was that he didn't know how to grow them, with the Spatial Spirit Spring and the extremely fertile land in the Space of Jade Pendant, Yang Fann had never fertilized anything, so at most, he would just plant some Spatial Spirit Spring s.    

    

After accomplishing his goal, Yang Fann was relaxed. He thought that this would be a difficult task, but he didn't expect it to be done so easily. This brother is so smart!    

    

After exiting the forest, Minako was eagerly waiting for him. Yang Fann pulled on Minako's small hand and said, "Minako, let's go. It's getting late. Let's go back?"    

    

For Minako, Yang Fann was her god, so she could do whatever she wanted. Even if she had to sleep at night, Minako would not complain at all. Since Yang Fann was going back, she would not show any dissatisfaction no matter how much she wanted to play.    

    

Furthermore, Minako felt that being able to stay with Yang Fann was better than anywhere else. As long as she could be together with Yang Fann, even if she locked herself in her room all day, Minako would still feel very happy!    

    

Anyone who had been in a relationship would feel this way. If they really liked him, then he wouldn't need to watch movies at all. He didn't even know what to do when it was all about movies. He wasn't in the mood to watch movies.    

    

Even normal girls were like this, not to mention Minako, who felt that time was running out. To her, every minute and every second of her life was precious and she needed to use her limited lifespan to live the most exciting life.    

    

The so-called best life, in Minako's eyes, was the love she had with Yang Fann. Every second she spent with Yang Fann made Minako feel so happy. If possible, she didn't want to part with Yang Fann for even a second!    

    

Before she fell ill, Minako always felt that there would be a lot of time left in the future, so she didn't think about puppy love at all. After she became ill, Minako wanted to date someone, but she couldn't find a suitable partner, so she really wanted to be happy. She didn't want to just randomly find someone to deal with her, so she might as well just leave.    

    

Before leaving Wu Yi Mountain, Yang Fann still wanted to learn how to make Clovershrub Tea s. Since Jiangnan didn't produce Clovershrub Tea s, at that time, if Yang Fann wanted to make tea that was grown in his Space of Jade Pendant, he would have to run to Wu Yi Mountain.    

    

After asking around for a long time, he met a lot of tea makers. Furthermore, there were a lot of tea making classes, and they were all so boastful. However, Yang Fann could tell that these guys didn't have any real skills.    

    

Later on, someone introduced Yang Fann to an old master who was making Clovershrub Tea s. He was an old man in his seventies and lived in a shabby little yard. It was said that his grandfather was a first-rate master producer of Clovershrub Tea s before he was released, and his craftsmanship was passed down in his family.    

    

However, it had been many years since this old man had made another Clovershrub Tea. Although his intelligence was not affected by the paralysis, the movements of his hands and feet were not that fast. Furthermore, this old man did not lack money, so there was no need to tire himself so much.    

    

When Yang Fann found him, the old man was sunbathing in the yard. When he heard that Yang Fann was here to learn how to make Clovershrub Tea, the old man was very happy.    

    

The old man's praise surprised Yang Fann, didn't they say that the old man had stopped producing Clovershrub Tea in recent years, why was he so happy when he heard that they were here to learn how to make Clovershrub Tea? Could it be that the old man had the intelligence to see that his bones were special and he was a genius at learning traditional tea making techniques?    

    

The old man praised Yang Fann, but when Yang Fann mentioned that he wanted to learn how to make tea with him, the old man shook his head repeatedly, saying that he couldn't do it anymore. There were a lot of classes on making tea in the Wuyi Mountains, so Yang Fann was asked to study in the class.    

    

Yang Fann was speechless. He thought he had the legendary domineering aura. With a shake of his body, all the elites bowed to him. Who knew that the old man had never intended to teach him anything?    

    

If he didn't teach them, Yang Fann wouldn't believe him. What's there to be afraid of when a person gets old? As long as he had seven inches of the old man's money, he was not afraid of the old man not giving him the real thing!    

    

"Gramps, I wonder what are the conditions I need to learn the traditional art of creating Clovershrub Tea from you?"    

    

"I have no conditions. You saw it too. My body has turned purple. Even if I want to teach you, I can't!"    

    

The old man's accent was very thick, and the moment he opened his mouth, it was already full of purple. Luckily, Yang Fann had good hearing, otherwise, he really wouldn't be able to understand what he was saying.    

    

"Hey, I wonder, if I healed your body, would you teach me?" Yang Fann was afraid that the old man wouldn't understand what he had said, so he decided to just say it too.    

    

"Heh heh, young man, do you know what's wrong with my body? If you can cure my illness, I will immediately teach you everything I know. Is that alright? "    

    

The old man didn't believe that Yang Fann could cure his illness at all, so he played a joke on Yang Fann and promised him to wait and see how Yang Fann would deal with the situation.    

    

"Alright!" Yang Fann slapped his thigh, scaring the old man, "Grandpa, you said it yourself. I'll treat your illness now. When your illness is cured, you can't go back on your word!"