Cultivation of Immortals: Starting from Burning Paper for Grandpa

three days later.

Call ~

Yang Fan opened his eyes and let out a long breath, his face still pale.

Zhuge Jin got up immediately and stepped forward, resisting the impulse in his eyes, "You, are you okay?"

Yang Fan forced a smile, stood up and said, "It's okay, let's go."

Zhuge Jin couldn't bear it anymore, tears rolled down, she clearly saw the helplessness and bitterness in that smile, she bit her lip and whispered: "Why..."

"what why?"

Yang Fan rolled her up, rushed out of the ground and flew into the air, glanced at her, and joked: "Didn't you say you can't cry? You're almost like a little cat."

Zhuge Jin wiped her eyes with her cuff, flew tens of thousands of meters without hearing Yang Fan speak again, sniffed and asked, "Senior Yang, can you tell me how much consciousness do you have?"

"Four to five thousand, it has recovered a little."

"Can't you suppress it next time?"

In the past, every time the toxin was suppressed, Yang Fan would talk about the general situation and the extent to which the toxin had deteriorated, but he didn't say it this time.

Yang Fan simply replied: "Yes."

Zhuge Jin: "Did gray last longer than red?"

Yang Fan nodded: "It's gotten worse, but it's not too serious compared to last time."

Zhuge Jin was silent, knowing that he was comforting herself.

Because of the attack three days ago, she didn't have that kind of impulsive desire between men and women at all, only suffocation and pain remained, which showed that the red had completely turned to gray.

Yang Fan looked at her face, feeling a little unbearable.

He couldn't hold it anymore, there were five or six times at most, and he had to spend a lot of time resting and recovering his consciousness during the period, and the time he could spend on the road was no more than ten days.

When the time comes, the gray gas will completely corrode her soul, draining her vitality from the inside out, turning her into a mummy.

In two months at most, a beautiful girl who is as beautiful as a flower will disappear.

Zhuge Jin is dead, and there is a high probability that other foundation building and Qi training will not have good results. Even if the other four golden elixirs are found, there is no hope of stripping the toxins.

Moreover, his own toxins also began to stir around the corner, invading the soul bit by bit.

Desperate.

Yang Fan sighed in his heart.

It would be great if there is a soul-fixing pill and an antidote. Turn her into a fool first, and there is still a chance.

It's a pity that there is no soul-fixing pill in the special products that grandpa sent, but I used two pills when I was poisoned last time.

"You control Feijian." Yang Fan suppressed his gloomy mood, sat down cross-legged and began to read ancient books, pouring a sip of Mengpo soup to refine it from time to time.

six days later.

Yang Fan suddenly flipped the pages of the book back and forth quickly, his eyes were shining brightly, and an excited smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he quickly retracted it, frowning and pursing his lips in thought.

Zhuge Jin noticed his abnormality, waited for a while, and asked softly: "Senior, what's wrong?"

Yang Fan sighed, shook his head and closed his eyes, feeling entangled in his heart.

He found a way that might work.

It can continue to prolong the time for Zhuge Jin's toxin to fully erupt, but it will accelerate the erosion of the toxin in his own body.

And it's just possible, not necessarily feasible.

Stick with her and find the other four?

Or ignore her and go find the five possible people or the exit?

There is very little hope for the two paths, but the probability of the latter seems to be higher.

He can continue to refine Mengpo Tang by himself, maybe for a year and a half, to see if he has a chance to persist until the suppression of the law in the space disappears, and find a breakthrough.

And if you help her, it is very likely that you will have a seizure within half a year, and become like Fu Qiao and Zhang Xiao, crazy and insane, and will be slaughtered when you are in danger.

Made.

So annoying.

"Stop!" Yang Fan suddenly shouted.

Zhuge Jin was startled, and her body trembled. Seeing Yang Fan's gloomy face, she panicked inexplicably, and slowed down to fall towards the dead woods below.

"Sorry." Yang Fan said something, walked to a dead tree in the distance, pulled out a pile of books from the storage ring, threw them on the ground, and began to look through them.

"..." Zhuge Jin stood quietly more than ten meters away, not daring to step forward, with no place to rest his hands, not knowing whether to speak or not, and what to say.

Seven and eight minutes passed.

Seeing that Yang Fan's eyes were blank and he was staring at the page without turning, she hesitated for a while, took out a bottle of mineral water and unscrewed the lid, stepped forward and squatted down, raised her face and asked in a low voice: "Would you like some water? "

Yang Fan looked at her, his big eyes were bright and clear, and the natural playfulness and cuteness between his brows set off a kind of weak innocence.

Heart trembling, Yang Fan looked up at the sky.

After a long time, a look of struggle appeared on his face, he closed his eyes and opened them again, made a decision, stared down at her and asked, "What do you wish for?"

Zhuge Jin was startled, and after looking at each other for a moment, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, "Yes."

She smiled.

It blooms slowly until it covers the whole pretty face, so bright that it seems to light up the gray sky.

Yang Fan shook his head, the shallow dimples made her smile look extremely pure, and there was a haze in the clear eyes, like a girl who came out of a cartoon.

Yang Fan's heart tightened, feeling guilty.

The first time I saw her smile was at this time.

She understood what she said.

I also seem to understand the meaning of her smile, it must be relief...

Yang Fan took the mineral water, moved his lips, and said, "I'm sorry."

Zhuge Jin shook his head slightly, his two delicate dimples glowed, "My wish is not easy to come true, but you can definitely do it."

"Tell me, I'll help you realize it." Yang Fan didn't have the courage to look her in the eyes, and the one year of getting along day and night had already deeply imprinted in her heart.

"I hope you leave here." Zhuge Jin couldn't take his eyes off, "You can do it, right?"

Yang Fan nodded silently, "Is there any more?"

"Hmm~"

Zhuge Jin tilted his head, seemed to release all the liveliness in his body for a moment, blinked and said, "Can I call you Yang Fan? Well, Brother Fan, calling senior doesn't make us look like friends."

Friend, um, it's a friend...Zhuge Jin added something in her heart, and continued: "You are not a few years older than me, and your cultivation is just a little bit stronger."

Yang Fan lowered his head, a little amused, but his face was full of bitterness, the little girl was still proud in her heart, not just a little bit of cultivation.

Zhugejin continued on his own: "You can also call me by my name, Zhugejin, Xiaojin, or Jin'er is also fine."

She remembered that she had never heard the other party call her name since she first met in the dead wood forest and was called "Zhuge Jin".

Yang Fan looked up at her, "Okay, Jin'er, is there any more?"

Hearing 'Jin'er', Zhuge Jin frowned, showing a look of serious thinking: "There is more..."

She thought to herself: Also, actually, I want to kiss you once, but that time was too hasty, too short, controlled by poison, not the taste of love.

But he said, "No more~"

Just as she was about to say something more, the shallow dimples instantly collapsed and turned into pain.

She sat softly on the ground all of a sudden, propping up the ground with her hands, her face was extremely pale, and gray air appeared from time to time.

Yang Fan threw away the mineral water bottle, helped her up, held her soft and boneless wrist tightly, and channeled the power of spiritual consciousness into it.

Zhuge Jin raised his hand powerlessly to stop, trying to force a smile on his painfully distorted face.

"Brother Fan, thank you, thank you for doing so much for me, no... don't waste your consciousness anymore."

At this time, Yang Fan left the decision he just made behind him, and crazily released his consciousness into her body like losing his mind.

Zhuge Jin held back the tears that kept welling up in her eyes, never wishing to live more than this moment.

I don't want to die, I really don't want to, I haven't had time to hear you call me 'Jin'er' a few more times.

But she didn't want Yang Fan to waste even a sliver of consciousness.

Maybe it was Yang Fan's spiritual sense that made her glow with some vitality, she pressed Yang Fan's hand hard, and said hurriedly:

"Please, didn't you promise me to go out, have more knowledge and more hope, Brother Fan, I am very happy to meet you, really..."

Yang Fan's consciousness kept on, and interrupted: "Don't talk! One last time, in exchange for nine days, maybe we can find a way!"

Nine days...

Looking at Yang Fan's firm gaze and feeling the majestic spiritual consciousness constantly pouring into his body, Zhuge Jin closed his eyes and wept, and the memories of walking with Yang Fan emerged in his mind.

Thought in mind:

That's one last time.

Forgive me for being selfish again.

I want to walk a little longer with you before I die.

see more of you.

I'm so lucky.

Met you in my life.

only friend.

a true friend.

Unfortunately, I dare not tell you my heart.

Yang Fan, I love you.

This should be love.

extremely love.

……