Cultivation of Immortals: Starting from Burning Paper for Grandpa

The sun is setting.

Wangfu led the way, carrying prey tied up with wires on his back, two pheasants, two mountain jumpers and a wild roe deer.

Yang Fan walked behind with a relaxed smile on his face.

After practicing for a day, the cultivation base of the fourth level of Qi training is considered to be completely consolidated, and he can relatively skillfully use the vitality to drive the Qinggang dagger to attack.

In his estimation, as long as the opponent doesn't use guns, even against the special forces whose strength is exaggerated in the movie, they can win a complete victory.

As for the five wild game, he used gravity to control the small stones and beat them, and they were not completely dead.

But after wandering around in the mountains for a day, Yang Fan didn't find any 'city floating in the sky'.

He was sure he had gone further than Orion.

If there is, there is a high probability that I will encounter it.

"It should only appear once every few years."

Daxia has a vast territory, a vast land and abundant resources, and there are many mysterious and incomprehensible things. Coupled with what Grandpa said, there may be leftover practitioners, Yang Fan's interest in this aspect has risen to a new level.

He was looking forward to meeting a friend who was cultivating immortals.

It is best to be a woman, so that they can look for longevity together.

With his grandfather as a backer in the underworld, Yang Fan has great confidence in cultivation.

As long as you practice to build a foundation, you can increase your lifespan to two hundred years, five hundred golden elixirs, and one thousand nascent souls.

What a long time.

How lonely and lonely would it be if all the familiar people around me were old and dead, leaving only me alone?

"Heh, think too far, if it doesn't work, just travel the starry sky and find other life stars, there should be..."

Yang Fan thought, not far from the old forest, Wangfu stopped suddenly, and shouted into the distance, "Wow~Wow!"

Yang Fan's expression changed, and he quickly caught up and looked over.

After a while, a figure emerged from the dense reeds 20 meters away.

He was a thin old man wearing a straw hat, with a long wrinkled face and a very ugly face, holding a short sickle in his hand and a bamboo basket on his back.

Dressed in gray linen and black cloth shoes, he looked a little different, and very few people dressed like this nowadays.

Yang Fan looked behind him, he should have come out of the mountain stream between the two mountains over there.

"Who would travel so far to come here?"

Yang Fan was a little puzzled. It would take at least three hours for ordinary people to walk to Wangtuo Peak from here, and another hour to go down the mountain road from Wangtun Peak.

No hunter in the village would go this far.

The old man in front of him seemed quite relaxed, with no blade of grass stuck to his body. He was in his 70s or [-]s, with long, narrow eyes and bright eyes, and he was in good spirits.

The other party got out from the reeds and kept looking at Wangfu.

"Master, where are you picking herbs?" Yang Fan greeted with a smile.

The old man glanced at Yang Fan, then turned his gaze to Wangfu, grinned and said, "Your dog is quite special."

Can it not be special? Yang Fan is used to having thick golden hair like a lion, "Well, a special breed."

The old man walked steadily and slowly, staring at Wangfu, "What breed of dog looks like this?"

"Woof~" Wangfu called out, stepped back, and retreated behind Yang Fan, as if he was a little scared.

Yang Fan was startled, this happened only when he saw the phantom of his grandfather's body the day before yesterday, so he couldn't help observing the old man secretly.

Glancing at the wild game on Wangfu's back, the old man smiled and said, "Boy, you can run so far to catch wild game, from Yonghe Village at the foot of the mountain?"

"Yes, the trap set by my uncle only caught a few of them."

Yang Fan nodded, and glanced at the cowhide water bottle on his waist. When he was just walking, he shook it. It should be out of water, so he took a bottle of mineral water from his backpack and handed it over, "Master, do you want some water?"

The old man looked at Yang Fan's face, took the mineral water and unscrewed it in one gulp, "Hi, Shu Tan! Which family are you from? I haven't seen you before."

"I was working in the city, and within a few days after I came back, my grandfather is Yang Jianye." At this old man's age, if he is a native of Dongyang County, he must have known or heard of his grandfather.

The old man was taken aback for a moment, looked at Yang Fan's face, then glanced up and down, "He looks very talented."

"Yang Jianye..." the old man murmured, and said, "Your grandfather is a strange man, but it's a pity that he didn't have the chance to meet him..."

Yang Fan was about to speak, when the old man continued: "Your dog can't be sold, the old man hasn't eaten dog meat for a long time, so it's a dental sacrifice."

"Woof!" Wangfu snarled at him fiercely, and took another step back.

Yang Fan's face was full of black lines, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "Master, you are joking, it is not for sale, it has been kept for a long time, and it is a pet dog, if you want to share a piece of wild game with you."

The old man glanced sideways, with a half-smile, "You won't sell it until you say how much it is?"

"I won't sell it for much money, sorry, it's getting dark, I have to go back, let's go, Wangfu."

What kind of person wants to eat other people's dog meat when he opens his mouth. Yang Fan has always respected the old and loved the young, so he lost his affection in an instant.

The old man watched a person and a dog go away, turned his head to look at the way Yang Fan came back, and stepped forward, muttering in his heart: "There is a trace of spiritual energy in this dog..."

Yang Fan, who had walked a distance, looked back and saw the thin figure of the old man walking in, frowning in thought.

This old man is not easy!

It is more dangerous in the mountains at night, and he still dares to be confident.

Moreover, it can make Wangfu afraid.

Yang Fan couldn't help thinking of the cultivator that his grandfather mentioned.

Daxia Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger, it is not surprising to meet a tall man.

He remembered what his grandfather said about watering the old pagoda tree.

It is said that the old pagoda tree in the village will become bare every 33 years.

Grandpa Yang Fan has witnessed it twice. When he was alive, he was the one who loosened the soil, pruned, and tinkered with the old locust tree. It was brought back to life the next year. He said that his grandfather learned the method from a walking monk.

At this moment, Yang Fan is even more convinced that there are immortal cultivators in Daxia.

"Fortunately, I have been running the "Turtle Secret Art" in my body."

"If the old man is a cultivator, his cultivation should not be high."

"But it must be taller than me, otherwise I can see his realm."

Yang Fan is currently practicing Qi on the fourth level, and he has the turtle secret formula to hide his breath. Only monks above the foundation can see through his cultivation.

Thinking in his heart, Yang Fan quickened his steps down the mountain.

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