Fantasy: All my skills are passive

"Haha, it's okay."

Fan Jian scratched his head, and suddenly his eyes shrank suddenly, looking at Jing Fan in astonishment.

"How long did you say I slept?"

"Seven days, to be exact, it should be six and a half days." Jing Fan said.

"Today is already the Cold Dew season!"

Fan Jian was stunned.

Thousands of words were combined into one sentence:

"Why didn't you say it earlier!"

"Hurry up!"

Fan Jian said anxiously:

"Senior Biluo, hurry up, we have to leave here!"

Biluo Qingxia asked in confusion:

"Leave? How to leave?"

Fan Jian hurriedly said:

"Don't ask, grab my clothes, I will take you away!"

The two of them grabbed Fan Jian's clothes immediately after hearing this.

Fan Jian closed his eyes, and recalled the stone where the two fell in his mind. The Thousand Mountains Flying Crossing technique was activated, and he instantly appeared on the stone.

Seeing the dim light around him, Fan Jian almost thought he was still under the water.

When he looked closely, he found that it was not the case.

It was indeed six days later, but it was the early morning of the Cold Dew solar term. Since there was no daylight as a reference, Jing Fan's time calculation was somewhat inaccurate.

The Cold Dew season was the day when the fog was the most dense in the Hanshi Lake. The entire lake was covered with dense fog, covering the stars and preventing any light from coming through.

As soon as Fan Jian landed, he heard a voice from the shore:

"Who!"

The voice was tender and soft. When Fan Jian heard it, his mind moved immediately. He flew over and hugged the man's waist and said.

"Qingqing, I thought I would never see you again!"

Ye Qingqing's eyes suddenly filled with tears, and she cried and said:

"You are so bad! Are you unhappy if you don't let me cry? Elder Shen said that you might have fallen into the Hanshize, and we were all scared, you know? If you don't come back, my sister and I will go down to find you!"

Fan Jian immediately rubbed her head distressedly and said:

"I'm sorry... I was wrong, don't cry, I will take you with me wherever I go in the future, even if I fall into the hell, I will never leave you, okay?"

Ye Qingqing cried and said:

"Well, keep your word!"

The two of them were intimate for a while, and the saint came out after hearing the sound, and there was another round of blame and resentment. Fan Jian coaxed and teased them, and finally made the two of them burst into laughter.

At this time, Elder Shen and the others also came out, and even Guigu Gu Leng came. He brought some magic ropes. If Fan Jian didn't show up today, they might really have to go into the water to look for you.

"Fortunately, you came back in time, little brother Fan. When the first ray of light shines at dawn, the dew will begin to condense until the mist of Hanshize dissipates."

Fan Jian nodded, flew up to the sky and looked at the horizon, and saw that the sky in the distance had already turned white.

He quickly jumped down and said:

"Give me a device to hold the dew!"

Guigu Gudeng took out a bottle the size of a forearm and said:

"Use it, a common water-collecting bottle, one bottle can hold ten buckets of water."

Fan Jian took the bottle and jumped onto the stone.

Close your eyes and open your five senses.

You can hear the sound of water drops dripping slowly in your ears. Fan Jian raised his hand and hooked it, and a drop of dew flew into the water-collecting bottle.

As the sky gradually brightened, the stones were moistened by the water vapor, and the alternation of cold and warm soon began to condense dew. Fan Jian was sharp-eyed and sharp-eared at this time, and he collected the dew one after another without waiting for the dew to drip. After collecting all the dew in this area, he jumped to the next area.

The entire Hanshize is a hundred miles in radius. Fan Jian is flying on stones like a dragonfly, followed by the dew that has been collected but not yet put into the bottle.

Fan Jian is having a lot of fun.

The dew seems to be chasing the elves behind him, flying away under the power of the Biweiqing needle, and then entering the bottle in strands.

He feels that if he adds wings at this time, he must be like a butterfly flying in the flowers, a swan dancing on Swan Lake.

Involuntarily, Fan Jian began to dance ballet on stones.

At this time, the clouds and mist have gradually thinned, and everyone is stunned when they see Fan Jian.

Ye Qingqing said puzzledly:

"Sister, why does Brother Jian want to learn to jump like a grasshopper?"

"So that kind of insect is called a grasshopper!"

Saint Gu nodded thoughtfully.

Fan Jian's five senses are fully open, and he almost stepped on the air and fell into the water again when he heard this.

I have no knowledge!

This is called Tchaikovsky!

Prince Siegfried's Dance!

Just when Fan Jian was excited, he heard a sound of water in the bottle. He looked down and saw that the dew had filled the whole bottle.

Ah?

It's full now?

He looked around and saw that the mist was already very thin. Although the dew was still condensing, it was much less. He shrugged immediately.

That's it!

When everyone saw Fan Jian coming back, they immediately asked in confusion:

"What's wrong?"

"It's full!" Fan Jian said in a calm tone.

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

Guigugu Gudeng was even more excited and took the water bottle, saying in astonishment: "Why are you so fast?"

"Please make it clear! Otherwise, it's easy to be misunderstood!" Fan Jian said.

"Who am I? I am loved by everyone, and I am the most beautiful boy in the universe. I am known as the handsome boy of the century..."

"Pah!" The saint walked over and slapped him on the head and said:

"Why are you talking so much?"

Fan Jian shrank his neck in embarrassment and said:

"The beautiful young master Fan..."

Gui Gu Lone Deng said with a smile:

"Brother Fan is really amazing! Brother, I really admire you!"

Fan Jian heard this and said quickly:

"By the way, you share half of this water with me, and I will use it to make wine!"

"Brewing wine?" Everyone looked at Fan Jian in confusion.

Ye Qingqing said happily:

"Brother Jian, do you really want to make me a non-spicy wine?"

Fan Jian smiled and hugged Ye Qingqing's waist and said:

"Of course, and it is made from purple cloud fruit to make wine, nourishing the skin and rejuvenating the youth!"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

Fan Jian really can't stop dying without saying anything shocking.

The Purple Cloud Fruit is so rare that even land gods cannot ignore it. If it succeeds in making wine, wouldn't it be a waste of natural resources if it fails?

Speaking of Ziyun Guo, Fan Jian immediately looked around and realized that Biluo Qingxia had left at some point.

This woman kept mumbling that she had saved her, but she didn't even say thank you.

He just exchanged some broken stone for a purple cloud fruit. It was really rude.

Guigu Gudeng took out another water bottle, divided half of the cold dew and handed it to Fan Jian and said:

"Little Brother Fan, the Purple Cloud Fruit is yours. I shouldn't make the decision for you, brother, but can you give me one in exchange? I'll exchange it for a Tianji middle-grade magic weapon!"

Fan Jian immediately said after hearing this:

"You have so little confidence in me? Have you forgotten my Xiaofan barbecue forging method?"

Guigu Lone Deng rolled his eyes and said:

"It's not that I don't believe it. Even if you really know how to brew it, this Purple Cloud Fruit is too precious. If you accidentally fail to brew it..."

"Tch!" Fan Jian said with a sneer.

"Let me show you that I am not only the God of Medicine, but also the God of Wine!"