Cultivation of Immortals: Starting from Burning Paper for Grandpa

"Why is it called Young Master Xiaofan?"

"Are you also a cultivator?"

"When will Xiaofan wake up?"

"Can you restore your memory?"

"..."

Yang Wuli didn't know anything about Shen Xintong and Niu Guyu's various questions except for the phrase 'ask the young master when he wakes up'.

Three days later in the morning.

Yang Fan opened his eyes, stared at the ceiling for a while, his consciousness and memory gradually awakened, and he turned his head to meet Yang Wuli who was sitting cross-legged on the stage.

"Young master, young master!" Yang Wuli's voice sounded a little nervous, and she hurriedly got up and lowered her head.

Yang Fan looked around and found himself lying on the stone bed in the secret room cave, sat up and asked, "Where is my grandpa?"

"Go back to the young master, grandpa returned to the underworld three days ago." Yang Wuli kept her head down, respectful.

Back to hell?

Is this a female ghost in front of you?

It should be grandfather's men, why are they still staying in Yangjian?

Moreover, the other party is the same as what he saw before, not a phantom of the dharma body, but a solid body.

Yang Fan's heart tightened, he picked up his coat from the stone bed and put it on.

Yang Wuli wanted to step forward to help, but Yang Fan raised his hand to stop him, "Stay there and don't move!"

"Yes."

Quickly dressed neatly, Yang Fan checked his body internally, his cultivation was still there, and there was a ball of light wrapped in his dantian, he looked at Yang Wuli and asked, "Why are you still here?"

"Grandpa ordered me to stay in Yangjian to take care of you."

Only then did Yang Fan realize that the address of the other party was wrong, and he called his grandfather Grandpa, "Did my grandpa leave any words?"

"There are young masters."

A letter appeared in Yang Wuli's hand, and she bowed to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan used the gravity technique to take the letter into his hand, and quickly opened it for inspection.

"Haha~ My dear grandson, you really have a deep destiny. I didn't expect that in less than half a year, grandpa would find a way to treat you..."

After reading the contents of the letter, Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he used the "Hundred Years of Concentration Art" to refine the light cluster in his dantian, he could completely recover.

Then she looked at Yang Wuli with a strange face, she was the adopted granddaughter of her grandfather.

She said she was a righteous granddaughter, but according to her grandfather, she seemed to stay to serve her and be her daughter-in-law?

Although it is not a female ghost, but a race that grew up in the underworld like the human race, the Asura race, but to Yang Fan, it is also a ghost!

How can you just stay by your side like this?

Yang Fan searched with his spiritual sense, but he couldn't see that the opponent's cultivation level was obviously higher than his own.

"Grandpa, how could you leave such a dangerous thing by my side!"

After being silent for a while, Yang Fan put away the letter, looked at the Raksha girl who had been bowing her head, "Your name is Yang Wuli?"

"Return to the young master, yes."

"What cultivation base?"

"Return to the young master, practice Qi on the ninth floor."

"I'm fine now, I don't need your care, you can go back to the underworld."

Yang Fan will not be fooled by her beauty, who knows if it has changed, if it is revealed that the body is a big monster, don't scare anyone to death, and I don't know what grandpa thinks.

Yang Wuli's eyelashes trembled, she bent her head a little lower, and hurriedly said: "Young master, did this servant do something wrong, I hope you can point it out, this servant must change, please don't drive this servant away!"

Although grandpa treats her very well, she doesn't know what the young master's temperament is. If she doesn't like her and drives herself back to the underworld, grandpa will definitely change her previous attitude. After all, she bought herself back to serve the young master .

Yang Fan blinked, it seemed that the other party was very afraid of him, and immediately called himself a slave, but Yang Fan knew it must be because of his grandfather.

"You did nothing wrong. It's inconvenient for you to stay in Yangjian. Go back. I'll explain the situation to Grandpa."

"I also ask the young master to take in the servants. The servants must serve the young master well and not cause trouble to the young master. Moreover, the servants are weak and cannot go back to the underworld by themselves."

At this time, footsteps were heard from upstairs, and then Shen Xintong opened the door and walked down the steps. When she saw Yang Fan standing there, she froze for a moment, and hurriedly ran down, "Xiao Fan! You're awake!"

Yang Fan was taken aback, why is she here, and she came directly into the secret room?

Then, the memory of being a fool for the past few months emerged in Yang Fan's mind, and it was Shen Xintong and Niu Guyu who had been taking care of him.

Feed, talk, read, go for a walk, tell a story...and take a bath!Sometimes they sleep together!

Shen Xintong stepped forward to hold Yang Fan's hands, with a happy face, seeing him in a daze, she turned to Yang Wuli and asked, "Wuli, what is Xiaofan's situation now? Still no memory?"

Yang Wuli didn't dare to respond, and lowered her head a bit.

"Tong, Sister Tong..."

Shen Xintong immediately turned her head, stared into Yang Fan's eyes for a while, then threw herself into her arms, weeping with joy.

Yang Fan was a little unnatural, he raised his hands in the air and paused for a while before placing them on her back.

The memories and feelings of when he was a fool are not very clear, and the sensory impressions of Shen Xintong are still after the confession, and there is no such close contact.

"Thank you for your hard work." Feeling the softness in his arms, Yang Fan straightened Shen Xintong and said.

"No hard work! Are you all right now?"

Shen Xintong wiped the corners of her eyes and smiled like a flower, the dimples on both sides of her cheeks were bright and moving.

"Almost, there are still some small problems that need to be dealt with. I will explain to you in a few days later. You can tell my sister-in-law that I will practice in seclusion for a few days. Don't let anyone come down."

Yang Fan learned from his memory that Niu Guyu and Shen Xintong had already revealed a lot of information other than Jifu and grandpa.

"Oh, good." Shen Xintong was a little bit reluctant, and glanced at Yang Wuli who had been bowing her head silently, and turned to leave the secret room.

After Shen Xintong left, Yang Fan said: "You go up too, don't wander around, wait until I ask Grandpa to make a decision."

"It's the young master."

Seeing that the door of the secret room was closed, Yang Fan squatted down to check the golden retriever Wangfu lying on the side of the stone bed, but he was just unconscious, and there was also a ball of light in his dantian.

After thinking about it, Yang Fan tried to inject a burst of vitality into Wangfu's body.

After a while, Gouzi opened his eyes, sat up, put his head on Yang Fan's hand, and happily barked "Wow~"

"Long time no see Wangfu!"

Yang Fan smiled, "I'll give you a try after I finish refining. If it doesn't work, then you have to refine it yourself after you practice."

"Wang Wang!"

Yang Fan took out the monster clan's practice "Five Elements Jue of the Holy Beast" from the storage ring, and pasted the jade slip on the dog's head, "Did you see the message?"

Gouzi nodded and gave a 'woof'.

"Okay, you try to practice yourself first."

Yang Fan threw a bottle of Qi Gathering Pill to it, then sat cross-legged on the stone bed again, and performed the "Hundred Refining Concentration Art".

Originally, he wanted to contact his grandfather immediately to take Yang Wuli away, but seeing her attitude, he decided to solve his own problems first.

It took longer than expected, and it took nine days to refine it day and night, before Yang Fan completely refined the light group in his dantian and absorbed it as a part of himself.

Looking inside the sea of ​​consciousness, Yang Fan's face was full of joy, and the pool representing the strength of spiritual consciousness expanded several times, becoming a big pond.

"Just a trace of red thread can increase so much spiritual consciousness."

"Before, the strength of my spiritual consciousness was close to the sixth level of Qi training, but now it should be at the seventh level?"

Looking at Wangfu who was squatting like a human, with his paws upside down, Yang Fan left the secret room without disturbing him.

Yang Wuli sat cross-legged at the exit of the secret room, and Yang Fan swept across her body, his heart was shocked and he was inexplicably surprised.

"It's really the ninth level of Qi training!"

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