Cultivation of Immortals: Starting from Burning Paper for Grandpa

The cicadas were singing and clamoring, but fortunately there was a cool breeze.

In the following time, Yang Fan realized that for the first time, he was lucky.

I drew five pictures in a row, and all of them were scrapped.

Either it's crooked here, or it's a little too hooked there, or it's simply dripped with ink.

Yang Fan had no choice but to practice on the white paper again.

Practice makes perfect.

It was not until the sky turned dark that the second picture was drawn in a stable manner.

Yang Fan shook his sore arm, his brows were beaming with joy, but at the same time he muttered to himself about the trouble of the real sacrifice.

It takes so much effort just to draw the runes, and there are still many steps behind, and no mistakes are allowed.

Fortunately, apart from the cumbersome steps required to open the Yin-Yang channel for the first time, you can burn paper at the spiritual position at home afterwards, which is much more convenient.

At this moment, there was a 'bang bang' knocking on the door of the courtyard, followed by Niu Guyu's shout: "Xiaofan, it's time to eat!"

"Oh~"

After tidying up the table and covering it with white paper, Yang Fan went to open the door, "Thank you Madam Niu, no need, I bought some food and came back."

"You're welcome. My sister-in-law made your share. It's so hot that it won't taste good if you don't finish eating and put it in the refrigerator tomorrow. How long has it been since you bought it? It's already cold."

As Niu Guyu spoke, he poked his head in and asked, "Why don't you turn on the light?"

"I took a nap before getting up. It's not dark yet, saving electricity."

It was past six o'clock in the summer night, and the sky was not too dark, and the visibility was tens of meters.

Niu Guyu smiled and said, "You still know how to live."

Yang Fan raised his finger and pointed at the small eDonkey, "The battery car has a flat tire. I'll go to town tomorrow to fix it and return it to you."

"It's okay, my sister-in-law can make up for herself, and there are some things at home, let's go and eat."

"Okay, I bought braised pork, and Mrs. Niu will fry it up for you."

In fact, he just pretended to be polite, and still missed Niu Guyu's dishes very much.

Yang Fan ran to the house and brought the fast food box to Niu Guyu, and then went out with the help of the little eDonkey.

Not far away, I met the woman who bought salt at noon, and she also came to ask Yang Fan to eat.

"Then come to my aunt's house to eat tomorrow."

At Niu Guyu's house, the small round table was placed in the yard, which is refreshing enough without a fan or air conditioner.

After eating instant noodles for several days in a row, Yang Fan, who occasionally had a quick meal, whetted his appetite and sweated profusely, and praised sincerely: "Sister-in-law Niu's cooking skills are getting better and better, and she can go to the city to be a chef! "

"As long as you have a sweet mouth and can talk, eat more if it tastes good."

Niu Guyu put down his chopsticks and picked up a piece of fish for Yang Fan with the public chopsticks, "It's not good looking, and you won't be seen when you bring it to the restaurant table, it's a joke."

"No way~" Yang Fan said vaguely.

The four dishes and one soup on the table are complete in color, fragrance, and are no worse than those in the shop outside. "Sister Niu, you are too modest."

"I see those pictures on the Internet are so beautiful, just looking at them makes my mouth water."

"It's just pretty."

Niu Guyu smiled, took out two tissues and handed them to Yang Fan, "Will it be too spicy? I know you eat spicy food, so put some more to wipe off your sweat."

"No, just right."

The two chatted while eating, talking about work, objects and other issues.

Ten minutes later, Yang Fan burped contentedly after eating three bowls of rice.

"Drink some soup." Niu Guyu picked up his bowl to scoop up the soup, and then handed it over.

Yang Fan stretched out his hand to pick it up, and a belched hand shook, directly overturning the bowl.

The rice bowl fell, the soup spilled on Niu Guyu's body, and the gully was wet.

"Yeah~"

"Excuse me!"

Yang Fan got up quickly and took a tissue from the table to help wipe it.

"Not hot, not in the way, not in the way..."

After many strokes, the two felt something was wrong, and looked up at each other at the same time, Yang Fan's hand was still on the top of the mountain.

Wearing thin clothes in summer, the white T-shirt soaked in soup, can still vaguely see another color inside.

"Cough~" Coincidentally, a figure at the door coughed, taking a panoramic view of the scene.

Yang Fan withdrew his hand like an electric shock, scratched his head in embarrassment, and said hello, "Aunt Lian."

Niu Guyu, who was in a daze, also came back to his senses, became nervous all of a sudden, blushed instantly, and couldn't speak fluently, "Aunt Lian, I, we..."

"Maverick, let me get two bottles of beer."

Aunt Lian interrupted with a smile, looking back and forth between the two of them.

"Oh, good!" Niu Guyu turned around and ran to the freezer to get beer.

Aunt Lian gave the money to pick up the beer, and smiled at Yang Fan, "Xiao Fan, come to my aunt's house for dinner tomorrow."

"Okay, thank you, Aunt Lian."

After she left, Niu Guyu looked distressed, "What should I do?"

Yang Fan also felt unlucky to be bumped into such an embarrassing thing.

The point is, Aunt Lian's reputation for being a talkative is well-known in the town, and she can magnify even a small matter countless times, making her gossip spread beyond recognition.

Not to mention such an ambiguous thing.

There are so many right and wrong in front of the widow's door that it's hard to tell.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Niu, to cause you trouble."

"Ham, I don't blame you, you didn't mean it, forget it, let her talk."

When Niu Guyu said this, he glanced at Yang Fan, his expression still a little unnatural.

After drinking a bowl of soup, Yang Fan said goodbye.

He was also a little guilty and didn't dare to wait too long. Although the two had always behaved well, the good-looking and kind-hearted Niu Guyu inevitably made him fantasize about certain images.

Niu Guyu brought him a large bottle of iced Sprite from the refrigerator to take home to drink.

After leaving the door, Yang Fan transferred 50 yuan to Niu Guyu's Huafubao.

After walking a few steps, I saw two figures at the door of a house in front of me, whispering, what they said was exactly what happened just now.

"..." Yang Fan was speechless, with black lines all over his face.

Well, everyone will know it will be spread tomorrow, and it is still uncertain how it will be spread.

Hearing footsteps, Aunt Lian hurried away.

Yang Fan returned to his home, opened the door and went in, feeling depressed, he didn't pay attention, kicked the door frame, and fell forward.

Bang~ bang!

What the hell!

This time there was no haystack on the bottom, so it fell hard, and a large bottle of Sprite was thrown on the head.

Yang Fan felt that all the bones in his body were about to fall apart, and his eyes were full of gold stars.

After lying on the ground for a while, he recovered his breath and turned over to sit up, looking up at the sky, "Grandpa, if this bad luck continues, I'm afraid I won't be able to persevere in cultivating mana!"

At this moment, Yang Fan firmly believes in the theory of luck from gods and ghosts.

Decided to listen to Grandpa's words carefully, and refrain from wandering around easily until he has no power to counteract the bad luck.

The oolong matter with Niu Guyu is trivial, don't make a mess and lose your life, and you won't be able to reason with Hades.

After resting for a while, Yang Fan raised his brush to draw the talisman again.

I have been busy until eleven o'clock, and with the previous two, a total of seven valid paper money have been made.

"Seven hundred million, should be enough for a while."

"I don't know if it's worth burning the money to hell?"

As for the dry tobacco stick, Yang Fan doesn't have the ability to draw symbols on the round paper stick now, so he can only wait until he is proficient.

After taking a bath, Yang Fan, who had been in the dust for more than 20 hours, lay down on the mat, feeling sleepy immediately.

But when he closed his eyes, the beautiful face of Jiang Yue from the funeral shop appeared in his mind.

Yang Fan smiled unconsciously, raised his right hand and opened his eyes.

I regret washing my hands!

Closing his eyes again, Jiang Yue's figure disappeared, and then Niu Guyu's appearance appeared again.

Recalling the scene where he put his hands on her ravine, Yang Fan smacked his lips, but couldn't remember what it felt like at that time.

pity!

Yang Fan, who was a little regretful, opened his eyes to look at his right hand again, and praised in his heart: "You are so happy!"

That night, Yang Fan slept soundly. Grandpa didn't appear in the dream, but instead had a passionate love affair with Jiang Yue.

Very pure kind.

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