Pure Yang!

Chapter 197: Minor Success Method and Major Success Method! The Second Exploration of the Three Corpse Yuandan

Li Cunsi, Li Yishan's father.

This was the first time Zhang Fan heard his father's name from Li Yishan.

Talking about the past, Li Yishan's life experience seems to be even more miserable than Zhang Fan's.

When he was a child, his mother ran away with someone and later brought back a wild man, who pissed off his biological father to death. If it weren't for his reliable stepmother, God knows what kind of person Li Yishan would be now.

Because of this, Zhang Fan had been playing with Li Yishan for so many years, but he rarely heard him talk about his family, nor did he often mention his father who had passed away many years ago.

"Zhang Fan, do you know? My father is not dead..."

At this moment, Li Yishan's voice came again from the other end of the phone, deep and mysterious, completely different from the usual Li Yishan.

"Not dead? Didn't your dad get mad at your mom to death?"

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, and his expression gradually became strange.

"Yeah... probably dead." Li Yishan's voice became dazed.

"Um!?"

Zhang Fan had a confused look on his face. Before he could recover from the shock, a busy tone came from the other end of the phone.

"Dead? This guy is dead?"

Zhang Fan frowned and dialed again, but no one responded.

"what's the situation?"

Li Yishan was really abnormal today.

"Dad's dad is a monster, dad's mom is a monster..."

At this moment, a pleasant cell phone ringtone rang. Zhang Fan subconsciously picked up the phone and saw that Li Yishan was calling back.

"Hey……"

Zhang Fan answered the phone, but before he could open his mouth, Li Yishan's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Why are you looking for me in broad daylight?"

"Huh? What's going on with you?" Zhang Fan asked.

"I just didn't wake up. I don't know what happened to me recently. I've been feeling groggy. I've been to the hospital... I've been diagnosed with high intracranial pressure, and they prescribed some medicine for me." Li Yishan said calmly.

"Are you okay?" Zhang Fan became nervous.

"I won't die. In the city, people are treated like oxen and horses, not tigers. Life and death are not decided by you. I am not an ox or horse, so how can anything happen to me? You should take care of yourself." Li Yishan is very good at comforting people.

"..."

"You must have something wrong." Zhang Fan rolled his eyes.

"Tell me, why are you looking for me?"

"Are you free tonight? Let's go out for a meal."

Zhang Fan had just earned 60,000 yuan, so he was very wealthy and wanted to spend it lavishly.

"Not tonight. I have an appointment." Li Yishan seemed helpless, like a deflated ball.

"girl?"

"Mother Yun arranged a blind date for me."

Li Yishan's tone was filled with impatience.

"Blind date? Are you also embarking on the road of blind date? Which girl?" Zhang Fan said with some gloating.

"My family... also has the surname Li... I don't know the details. Yun Ma asked me to find a capable wife... It's a headache..." Li Yishan complained.

If this stepmother hadn't treated him like her own mother, he would have rejected such a blind date.

"Help you succeed." Zhang Fan grinned.

"Fuck off!"

Li Yishan's impatient voice came from the other end of the phone, and then he hung up.

drop by drop...

At this moment, the sound of a message alert rang from his cell phone. Zhang Fan opened Chaoxin and saw an announcement from his boss popping up in the work group that was not bright at night.

"Three days off!?" Zhang Fan's eyes lit up.

Bai Bushan has changed his personality. He was given a holiday for no reason at all, and it lasted for three days. It was so dark that he couldn't even see the light of day. It was unbelievable.

“It’s not going to go bankrupt soon, is it?” Zhang Fan muttered to himself.

In the group, Jiang Hu, Wen He, and Lao Yu have replied "received" one after another... In the city, cows don't moo, horses don't neigh, and the messages in the group are received.

Wen He was the most thoughtful and even sent an emoticon expressing gratitude.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Lai also replied, with only a "1", and then continued diving.

"it is good."

Zhang Fan grinned and chuckled. With three days of vacation, he could prepare a little and start his second exploration of the [Three Corpses Yuandan]. He wanted to unlock the secret of the [Golden Cloud Treasure Box] and comprehend the mystery of the fusion of gods. The key still lay in the memory of the Three Corpses Taoist.

"Let's sell this tiger bone first."

Zhang Fan, carrying a bottle of tiger bone wine, sent a private message to Jiang Hu on Chaoxin and asked him to come out alone.

……

Evening, 1912 block.

Yujing City's famous bar street is adjacent to the Presidential Palace and is surrounded by buildings of Republican culture, making it quite popular.

Nine Lives Bar!
This is the bar that Jiang Hu often visits.

The bar was not big, and the dim lights made it look a little ambiguous. Men and women were sitting in the corner, gradually getting closer to each other as they toasted each other.

The restroom at the back is always full, and there is often a "dong dong" sound from the cubicle, but soon someone comes out, which really proves the old saying...

Three seconds dry, five seconds wet, five or six seconds neither dry nor wet.

"What are you looking at?"

As soon as Zhang Fan arrived, he saw Jiang Hu's eyes were as bright as lightning, as if he was looking for something in the dim bar.

“I’m looking for someone who’s meant to be to me.”

"Ah?" Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, then asked, "What is a destined person?"

"The one with a big heart must be the one with destiny."

"..."

"Maoshan was right to expel you." Zhang Fan rolled his eyes and sat down.

"What's your body temperature? How can you say such cold words?"

Jiang Hu slowly withdrew his gaze and pushed a glass of wine in front of Zhang Fan.

"Where's the stuff!?"

Zhang Fan took out the yellowish tiger bone from his arms and placed it in front of Jiang Hulu.

The light was dim, but Jiang Hulu only took a glance and couldn't look away. He picked it up, looked at it again and again, and even sniffed it.

"What a good stuff! This tiger is almost a spirit. The moonlight is like medicine, penetrating three-quarters of the bone. Where did it come from?" Jiang Hulu couldn't help asking.

The more ferocious the beast in the mountains, the harder it is for it to become a spirit. On the contrary, animals like weasels and black rats are more likely to become spirits.

In ancient times, if a tiger or leopard became a spirit, it would cause trouble to the people. If it took over another person's body and turned into a demon, it would be a very difficult demon to deal with and ordinary Taoists would not be able to catch it.

Nowadays, let alone tigers and leopards becoming monsters, even ordinary monsters are rarely seen.

"Don't ask. Anyway, it wasn't stolen."

The image of Hong San emerged in Zhang Fan's mind. This businessman who came from the Jiangnan Provincial Dao Alliance was indeed well-connected. He could even get such treasures, and he could give them away at any time.

The most important thing is that when he gave such a precious gift, he downplayed it as if it was insignificant. Now thinking about it, such a gesture and enthusiasm are not ordinary.

However, when Zhang Fan thought about it carefully, it was probably not the first time that Hong San gave gifts, and the gift was definitely not just to Sui Chunsheng.

He was doing business in the Taoist sect. Since ancient times, officials were inseparable from businessmen, and businessmen were inseparable from officials. The water inside was probably so deep that even Zhang Fan couldn't see through it. In this case, he naturally couldn't talk nonsense outside.

"Good stuff. I'm planning to refine a secret talisman recently, and I just happen to be short of such materials." Jiang Hulu whispered.

Ever since he overcame his inner demons at the Shen family, his Taoism heart has become more stable, and his practice in the art of talismans has made great progress. He has also secretly refined quite a few powerful talismans.

However, refining talismans is similar to refining pills in that both are money-burning methods. Not to mention the talismans that one carries with him on a daily basis, the talisman paper, talisman ink, talisman pens, etc. consumed in daily practice alone are a considerable expense.

Just like the talisman ink that Jiang Hulu is using now, it is made mainly of cinnabar, with more than a dozen medicinal herbs and rare treasures added. The talisman ink alone costs more than 20,000 a month.

Although Ye Buliang also has such talisman ink substitutes, if Jiang Hu buys them, he can enjoy employee discount benefits, but the cinnabar content has been reduced, and many other materials also use a lot of chemical substitutes, which are purely inferior products.

Jiang Hu naturally looked down on it and had to buy it himself from outside. As his cultivation level improved, this kind of talisman ink would gradually fail to meet his needs and he would need to upgrade.

These all cost money.

"How about this, I'll give you thirty-five thousand." Jiang Hu thought about it.

He is now a casual cultivator and does not have that much spare money.

"I still have two talismans in my hand. After you sell them, I will give you another 10,000, a total of 45,000."

Jiang Hu knew that the price of 45,000 was not high. If Zhang Fan put it on the black market and met a buyer who knew the value of the item, he might be able to sell it for a higher price.

Just like before, Lin Jianyue offered two pieces of tiger bones for a high price of 120,000 yuan. Even if Zhang Fan only sold one piece, it would be 50,000 yuan.

"Let's just say 35,000." Zhang Fan made the decision.

These two pieces of tiger bones were obtained for free. Jiang Hulu is one of us, so there is no need to be so stingy with them.

At the beginning, when he first entered Ye Buliang, people even taught him spells of the level of Beidi Sha Ghost Spell.

"Thanks."

Jiang Hu did not refuse. He wanted to give more, but he was too poor.

drop……

Jiang Hu took out his cell phone and immediately transferred 35,000 yuan to Zhang Fan. Immediately afterwards, Zhang Fan received a message.

The balance in his bank account finally broke through six figures, reaching 129683.1. For a young man who had just graduated and was in such an unfavorable situation with his mother dead and his father missing, it was not easy for him to have such a large balance.

"How is Qi Ji?" Zhang Fan suddenly asked, changing the subject.

In the past two days, Jiang Hu has been going to the hospital quite often. On the one hand, he has to take care of Qi Ji, and on the other hand, he has to keep an eye on Ji Fengting, the greenhorn.

Ever since the incident, Ji Fengting has become silent.

"He can speak now, and people from Maoshan have also come over." Jiang Hulu said lightly.

"Mt. Mao said they would allow me to return to the mountain."

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Fan's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but feel happy for Jiang Hu.

Back then, Jiang Hu was framed by Wu Ma and expelled from the sect, which was a great regret in his heart.

Over the years, his biggest wish has been to return to his master's sect, and now his wish has finally come true.

"I refused." Jiang Hu suddenly said.

"Huh? Why?" Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion.

"Wouldn't it be too cowardly to go back like this?"

A cold look flashed across Jiang Hu's eyes, and veins appeared on the hand holding the wine glass.

"Only when the magic is perfected and Wu Ma is killed, I will never return to Maoshan for the rest of my life."

As he spoke, Jiang Hu drank the liquor in the glass.

He and Wu Ma have a blood feud that will not end until one of them dies.

"What a courage." Zhang Fan praised.

He could sense that since Jiang Hulu had overcome his inner demon, his cultivation had increased day by day, and his strength was no longer what it used to be. Of course, there was still a big gap between him and him.

"I also need to improve myself." Zhang Fan thought thoughtfully.

He is now at a high level, and the next level is the Great Master, also known as the Feathered Master in ancient times. At this level, the soul manifests light and can travel in all directions, like flying into the sky, traveling to the North Sea in the morning and Cangwu in the evening...

Zhang Fan has only been in the [High Skill] level for over a month. It is unlikely that he can improve his level in such a short period of time.

"I can only work hard on magic."

In addition to the divine power bestowed by God, Zhang Fan's most powerful weapon now is the [Fire Dragon Pill Sword]. This kind of magic is indeed powerful in the early stage. Although it cannot kill everyone, it can definitely calm the situation.

However, as Zhang Fan faced more and more masters who became stronger and stronger, the Fire Dragon Pill Sword was obviously stretched to its limits.

There are different levels of skills, and different sizes of laws.

Dafa is further divided into [Small Accomplishment Dharma] and [Great Accomplishment Dharma].

The Fire Dragon Pill Sword is a minor accomplishment technique.

If the Fire Dragon Pill Sword could be upgraded to the level of a great accomplishment, that night, in one encounter, he would be able to kill Fang Changying so badly that he would have no way to escape! ?
"It is extremely difficult to upgrade a spell of the Fire Dragon Pill Sword's level to a higher level and achieve the Great Perfection." Zhang Fan thought thoughtfully.

In addition to the Fire Dragon Pill Sword, Zhang Fan also spent a lot of time on the [Northern Emperor Spell]. If this spell is fully practiced, it will be no less than a great spell.

However, there are too many branches of Beidi's magic. Although Zhang Fan has now mastered the [Tian Peng Fang], [Tian Peng Ruler], [Tian Peng Seal], [Three Evil Skulls], [Six Divine Arms] and other techniques, but to put together a complete magic, the difficulty is no less than upgrading the Fire Dragon Pill Sword to a higher level.

"It's inconvenient when the soul is missing." Zhang Fan's eyes darkened.

The true holy fetus of a god or demon is the most evil in the world. Its soul is incredibly powerful and it can practice any spell with ease. Its soul is almost immune to any spell. As for other mysteries, they are still unknown.

However, it was precisely because of this that when Zhang Fan’s spirit was revived on Zhenwu Mountain, his cultivation level improved so rapidly, and he was able to practice any magic very quickly.

But this is not the complete version of the Holy Fetus of Gods and Demons after all, and he has not completely escaped the calamity. Facing a great method like the [Northern Emperor Method], he still needs to expend energy and time to make progress slowly.

"Let's go back and study the Three Corpse Yuandan carefully."

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan drank all the wine on the table.

……

Late at night.

At Hongfu Garden, Zhang Fan returned home still smelling a little bit of alcohol, but the true yang in his body was so strong that it could be easily digested by the liver, and he did not feel drunk at all.

This is the mystery of spiritual practice. Even if you indulge in revelry every day, there is no need to take sunflower brand liver protection tablets.

"let's start."

Zhang Fan sat cross-legged in meditation, his soul entering the deepest part of his inner world.

There was endless darkness and a long night with only a little light. The sound of heavy chains colliding came from the deepest part.

"You're here again."

In the darkness, the huge figure slowly moved, making the clash of the heavy chains even harsher.

"Yes, I'm here again." Zhang Fan's soul was extremely firm.

Every exploration of the Three Corpses Taoist's memories is like a gamble, and his soul may be destroyed in the cracks of time at any time.

It was because of his powerful spirit that he dared to come and explore again and again.

"I hope you can get what you want this time."

Wow…

As soon as he finished speaking, the huge figure suddenly disappeared, like a flood bursting through a dam, and an endless tide surged in.

Zhang Fan's soul learned from the previous experience, held his breath and concentrated, and pounced towards the raging tide, seeing endless flashing lights rushing around him.

He casually grabbed a streak of light and crushed it violently. The resulting vortex carried the chaotic time and sucked Zhang Fan's soul in.

At this moment, the memories of the Three Corpses Taoist slowly flowed before Zhang Fan's eyes.

(End of this chapter)