Cultivation of Immortals: Starting from Burning Paper for Grandpa

In the early morning, the cold wind howled, blowing off the leaves, wrinkling the pool, and blowing up the hair and clothes.

The master and apprentice spent the night in the yard.

Flying endlessly, searching for people hand in hand, fighting corpse mandrills, beheading skeletons, fighting among the six clans, killing Yuanying, and dying with the Huashenjia clan... Listening to Master's experience in the world of death, Su Weiwei's eyes are full of little stars, The mood was agitated and could not be calmed down for a long time.

It’s too shocking!

She never imagined that the master in other people's mouths was chased and killed by the Yuanying stage, but it was the master's plan to slow down the army. The second floor of the Yuanying stage was not the master's opponent at all. But survived.

She originally thought that Li Yinwan's experience was already wonderful enough, and it would be difficult to meet in her lifetime, but she never expected that Master's experience would be richer, fuller, and bizarre.

In just over six years, it seems like a lifetime, desolate, lonely, sad, passionate...

Hearing the part about Zhuge Jin, she shed tears unknowingly, followed by distress and regret, and envied such a beautiful love in her heart.

At this moment, the story had ended for a long time, but she was still immersed in it. Looking at the tall figure standing under the grape arbor with hands behind her back, Su Weiwei leaned on the stone table with her elbows, and pursed her lips in a daze: Master must miss her very much, very much. sad……

Except for the few secrets of the congenital Lingbao, Yang Fan didn't hide anything.

The experience of the dead world not only improved his cultivation and combat power, but also made him more mature.

Especially for feelings, he doesn't want to deceive himself, escape, or be an ostrich anymore.

He still regrets being separated from Zhuge Jin.

Missing, sometimes means losing for a lifetime.

When Shen Xintong came back, he was going to talk about the matter between himself, his sister-in-law and Du Lanyue, no matter what the outcome was, he had to face and resolve it.

"Cuckoo~" A strange voice broke the silence.

Yang Fan turned his head, with a strange expression on his face.

Embarrassment appeared on Su Weiwei's face, she stood up and said with a giggle, "I'm hungry."

Yang Fan was surprised: "You have bigu, and now you are still hungry?"

"Well, I don't know what's going on, I'll be hungry every three or four days."

Yang Fan nodded, probably because of her unknown physique. The Foundation Establishment cultivator would not feel hungry at all after bigu. Occasionally wanting to eat delicious food is just to satisfy his appetite.

"I'm going to cook something to eat, master, would you like to eat? I'm a good cook!"

"Then try it."

"Okay! Master, please wait!"

Su Weiwei ran out of the yard quickly, with a light, cheerful and lively figure.

Yang Fan sat back at the stone table, picked up his phone, and looked at the post last night. The number of hits had reached more than 5000 million. Just refresh the interface and new comments would appear.

"If it wasn't posted by someone with good intentions...it shouldn't be five clans and four clans."

"Foreign immortal cultivation forces?"

"Or does Daxia have other hidden forces?"

Yang Fan thought of the mysterious monk he met in Jinxiu Garden, who was so young and had a cultivation level above the fourth level of Nascent Soul.

"Buzz~"

The phone vibrated, and a message came in from WeChat, from Xu Yanwu: Brother-in-law, where are you now?

A link to the forum post is also attached.

Set sail: Well, I have read the post

Xu Yanwu immediately made a video call.

"Brother-in-law, the post was posted in an Internet cafe under the banner of the underground town of Guimen. I went to see the monitoring. The man was wearing a hat, a mask, and a heavy coat. It was obviously premeditated. I sent my disciples to follow the monitoring Searching, there is little hope of finding it..."

"The Cultivation Alliance called to ask if you want to delete the post. I want to ask what you mean?"

Yang Fan: "No need, someone will come to the door today, and it will break itself without attack."

Xu Yanwu: "Okay, the news about Qi Cheng has some clues. I met with the Sect Master of Ghost Suppressing Sect. He said that Qi Cheng is the closed disciple of their ancestors. Their ancestors came back from the secret place of the tomb valley for temporary retreat. After leaving the gate, they should be able to ask questions. If we find some clues, we will be notified at that time..."

"understood."

After finishing the video call, Yang Fan thought for a while, and sent a message to collect information on the newly created 'Haoyangzong'.

Seeing Du Lanyue's profile picture again, I tried to dial, but I didn't answer, so I could only type and send a message: Come back!

After half an hour.

Su Weiwei ran back, and the golden-scaled dog Wangfu.

On the Eight Immortals table in the living room, eight dishes were placed out from the storage ring, which filled the table, and they were all delicious in color, fragrance and taste.

Except for one vegetable and one soup, it is all meat, all kinds of game, monster meat, and big pots.

Yang Fan smiled in surprise, "You did so much in just this moment?"

"Awesome! The meat is cut and frozen first, and the third aunt also helped." Su Weiwei pointed to the dishes and said: "These three were fried by the third aunt, and the rest are all my handicrafts!"

Yang Fan nodded and looked at Da Lala sitting on the long bench, picking up a big pot of meat and about to eat dog, "Wangfu, go and ask Xu Rui to come with you."

"I'll go!" Su Weiwei disappeared immediately.

"Eldest brother, do you want to drink?" Wangfu pulled out a gourd, and the smell of beer wafted out.

Yang Fan was speechless, "Aren't you looking for the third aunt and fifth aunt to make rice wine? Beer, if you pretend like this, it won't taste bad?"

Although the gourd is a space container to isolate the air, it is easy to go rancid if it is opened and drunk repeatedly.

"The taste is about the same. Last year, Aunt Wu brewed five tanks, and I drank it all. This year, I brewed twenty tanks for the Chinese New Year. It's not so fast."

"Drink it, I'll drink the soup."

Yang Fan took out Meng Po soup and took a sip, picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks, it was tender and delicious, he had never eaten it before, so he didn't know what kind of meat it was.

Not long after, Su Weiwei brought Xu Rui in.

"Greetings, master!" The little boy came to see Li two days ago, and he was no longer so reserved, but shyness was still often displayed on his face.

"Well, sit down and eat."

"How about it, Master, is the taste okay?" Su Weiwei's eyes were bright, and she swallowed her saliva.

Yang Fan was funny: "I found that you are quite narcissistic."

"..." Su Weiwei paused with his chopsticks, puffed out his cheeks, "How could it be!"

After a while, she sniffed and sniffed, "What does it smell like, ribs soup? I didn't make ribs soup!"

Then he blinked his big eyes, aiming at the gourd next to Yang Fan's elbow.

"Go and wash two more dishes."

Yang Fan poured a big bowl for her and Xu Rui each.

Breakfast turned into a big meal, and the three of them were in a turmoil, while Wangfu was holding his own exclusive big bowl, and his mouth was dripping with oil.

Yang Fan, who hadn't eaten dishes for a long time, also ate a delicious meal, and finally commented: "The craftsmanship is not bad."

"Really!" Su Weiwei frowned, satisfied.

During the period, they casually chatted about the situation of Xu Rui and Su Weiwei's family.

The family conditions of the two are relatively average, especially Su Weiwei, who dropped out of high school to work, and has younger siblings.

However, if you join the Zongmen, you will receive a financial subsidy, and you will receive a salary according to your realm and position, and you can also exchange it with points, which is much higher than that of ordinary people's white-collar workers.

For example, Peng Tong is the deacon of the disciples of the sect, with [-] a month, and Su Weiwei, as a direct disciple, has [-].

As a monk, naturally I will no longer worry about ordinary people's money.

During the Chinese New Year, the Zongmen will also have holidays for the disciples to go home, which is different from the ancient times when they step into the practice and leave the common world, but they also gradually get less contact with them. After all, they are no longer from the 'same world'.

At 09:30 in the morning, Yang Fan was instructing two disciples to practice, Peng Tong called to report, and Mount Emei came to visit.

"Understood, please come in."

Yang Fan was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Mount Emei was the first to come. After thinking about it, it might be because of Li Quanzhen's injury.

"Xiao Rui, go to class."

"Yes, Master!"

After arriving at Yingbin Pavilion and waiting for a while, Peng Tong led two people in, a five or sixty-year-old Taoist nun, wearing a gray Taoist robe and holding a whisk, with a third-level Golden Core cultivation.

"Fangyue on Mount Emei, I have heard of Daoist Yang's name for a long time, and I am lucky to meet Sansheng today." She saw that Yang Fan's face was as usual, with a restrained manner, and she had more hopes for this trip.

"I've met Senior Yang." The other one was Fu Qiao, and Shi Wanli also lowered his head slightly and dodged his eyes, obviously entangled in Yang Fan's knowledge of her secret in the world of death.

Yang Fan got up and bowed his hands to return the salute, "Senior, please take a seat."

He had seen this person when the Feihe Secret Realm was opened, and there was another Golden Elixir Patriarch in Emei Mountain who had entered the Tomb Valley Secret Realm, and Li Quanzhen already had three Golden Elixirs.

"I don't know what the senior is talking about here?"

Fang Yue nodded to Su Weiwei who was watching tea with a smile, and said straight to the point: "I came here as a junior sister Quanzhen, Quanzhen's soul was severely injured, the golden core was damaged, and the internal organs in the body were cracked... Ordinary elixir is no longer effective. Daoist friends are talented. Jue lun, meritorious deeds, has the name of acupuncture and moxibustion genius doctor, and I hope to help, the whole sect of Mount Emei will remember it in my heart."

Acupuncture doctor?

There are definitely not a few people in Daxia who are proficient in acupuncture.

How can it be easy to heal the injury of the monk's soul and the damage of the golden core.

Yang Fan guessed that Li Quanzhen knew the effect after drinking Meng Po soup, and wanted to use it to nourish the soul first, and then use the elixir to repair the physical injury.

But if the damage to the soul is more serious than yourself, Meng Po Tang will not have much effect.

It is not convenient for Li Quanzhen to come to the door now, obviously the injury is worse than imagined.

After pondering for a moment, Yang Fan said: "It's just a false name. Acupuncture and moxibustion can't cure the soul. I'm afraid there's nothing Yang can do."

Fang Yue was silent, looked at Fu Qiao who was standing next to her with her head down, and said after a while: "Forgive me for being presumptuous, I heard that Fellow Daoist was also severely injured, and now he has stabilized his injuries. For the sake of joining hands with Quanzhen Junior Sister to fight against the creatures of the dead world, I will help you a little bit..."

As she said that, she changed to sound transmission: "I know that if such an injured fellow daoist makes a move, Quanzhen may not be fully recovered, and he will definitely pay a huge price. Quanzhen's junior sister once fought side by side with fellow daoist, saying that fellow daoist may be her The only hope is that Mount Emei is willing to exchange treasures for fellow daoists."

Yang Fan understood, it seems that Li Quanzhen didn't mention Meng Po Tang, didn't say whether it was a pill or a secret method or something else, only that he might have a way.

"This elixir can help strengthen the soul, and I hope it will be helpful to Li Daoyou."

Yang Fan waved a box over, which contained a Soul Accumulation Pill.

Although this medicine is wonderful, I don't want to take a second one, but listening to my grandfather's tone, it is very difficult to get it.

As for the heavy treasure that the other party mentioned, he once heard people from Yunding Immortal Palace say that each of the five clans and four clans has a clan treasure that suppresses luck, but how could it be possible to take it out.

The value of a spirit treasure is much higher than that of a Jindan cultivator, or even a Nascent Soul Transformation God.

Cultivators have countless lifespans, so they will perish, but spirit treasures can be passed on forever, and can reach the life and death of the clan at critical moments.

Fang Yue took the box, opened it, and looked at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan said: "Hunting Soul Pill, I saved my life by relying on it. There is something strange when I take it, just bear with it."

"So, thank you fellow daoist!"

Fang Yue got up and flicked the whisk to the crook of her arm, and sent out a ball of white light with the other hand.

Yang Fanding looked in front of his eyes, and was quite surprised when his spiritual sense penetrated into it. It was a blue and yellow glazed jade Ruyi, which belonged to a spiritual treasure just like the sky lamp.

It's really worth it!

He also remembered what Wang Litang of Yunding Fairy Palace said, that the Tianzhao Lantern was owned by Tianshi Li of Longhu Mountain, and it was lost accidentally, but it was not the treasure of Zhenshan. Then there should be another one in Mount Emei, which is more powerful than Tianzhao Deng and Yu Ruyi. treasure.

If he knew Li Quanzhen's identity and status in Mount Emei, as well as his importance to the sect, he would understand Fang Yue's actions better.

Putting Yu Ruyi into the storage ring, Yang Fan felt that he had taken advantage of it, and said: "If Li Daoyou doesn't get better, let her come to my sect in person, and Yang will find a way."

"Okay, thank you fellow daoist for your righteousness, I don't want to chatter, I will leave!"

Fang Yue saluted with a smile, Fu Qiao bowed and nodded.

"Weiwei, see off the guests."

The two walked a thousand meters away from the gate of the Yin Yang Sect. The old Taoist turned her head and glanced at Fu Qiao, "You and Yang Fan have been walking together in the dead world for many months. You should have a friendship. Why are you so nervous?"

Bringing Fu Qiao came because of her experience of entering the world of death, so she could talk, but in the end she didn't even dare to fart.

"Ancestor forgive me, Senior Yang has advanced cultivation and dignified manner, this disciple is fearful." Fu Qiao looked timid and pitiful.

She didn't dare to hide too much about her experience in the dead world. Maybe Yang Fan would not talk about killing her junior sister and eating meat, but it would be easy to spread the news after they walked together.

"That's all, it's done, I hope your master can recover. You have this experience, you should cherish it and practice hard."

"The disciple understands."

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