Pure Yang!

Chapter 243 Pure Yang Magical Treasure! Sitting and Forgetting the Void (5k chapter)

Late at night, at the Zhang family’s old house.

The moon is like the eyes of a fox, looking at the world indifferently.

A cool breeze blew at night, blowing the old tree in the yard, and the leaves fell everywhere, like the cold and murderous winter.

Rumble…

Suddenly, a terrifying aura rose into the sky, and in the cool night, big stars broke through the sky, dispersing the endless dark clouds.

The next moment, human figures rushed out from the main house of the old house like frightened birds, staring at the house, staring at the figure sitting cross-legged, with incredible eyes.

In a trance, the breath that was rising into the sky slowly dissipated, like thick ink spreading, like the dark night.

"Master Zong... Xiaofan... he... he cultivated the divine and devil fetus?"

"Impossible... How is this possible... Throughout history, no two people in the same world have ever been able to cultivate such a profound skill at the same time."

"The sky changes strangely, and people become like monsters... Is this an anomaly?"

"His divine and demonic fetus seems to be a little different."

Voices of surprise and doubt rose and fell in the courtyard, like raging waves that were difficult to suppress.

In front of the house, the thin man had a fiery gaze, but he said nothing. However, when he looked into the house, there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

call……

At this moment, under the dim light, a graceful figure flashed and appeared beside the sitting figure. She raised her jade hand and pressed it on the latter's forehead.

"Xiao Fan, remember, the greatest demonic calamity in this world is the human figure..."

"In the future, if you encounter this disaster again, only Ren Xiao can save you."

A soft and melodious voice came from the house, and then the strong breath gradually dissipated, and the figure sitting cross-legged under the dim light slowly fell into the arms of that beautiful figure.

At the door, the energetic man breathed a sigh of relief, took out a cigarette from his arms, removed the filter, and a little fire lit up in the night.

"mom……"

On the high-speed train to Annan City, Zhang Fan suddenly woke up, and his low cry immediately attracted the attention of people around him.

"Are you dreaming?"

Fang Changle turned his head to look.

"Yeah, I dreamed about my mom."

Zhang Fan covered his face and glanced out the window. The night was dim and the mountain in the distance looked like a black shadow rapidly retreating from his sight.

It had been a long time since he had slept, let alone dreamed.

Whenever Zhang Fan sleeps, something must have happened. If he feels something in his heart, there will be a response.

During the day, he received a message from Su Shiyu. It was just a simple sentence, which roughly meant that they had encountered an accident in Huizhou Province, and now she was seriously injured and hiding in Annan City.

Zhang Fan didn't stop, booked a ticket for that day, and rushed over.

Speaking of which, Annan City is not far from Yujing City.

In fact, in ancient times, Huizhou Province was also part of Jiangnan Province. It was not separated until the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty.

To this day, although the Internet says that Jiangnan is a scattered Jiangnan, and no city is willing to submit to Yujing as the provincial capital, there are several cities in Huizhou Province that are loyal to Yujing and are willing to be its younger brothers, including Annan City.

Because of this, it is very convenient to travel between the two places. In the blink of an eye, you can reach Annan City.

"I don't know what happened to them."

Thinking of the conversation with Su Shiyu during the day, Zhang Fan felt a little upset.

Shi Shougong and Su Shiyu have been with him for quite some time, and have been quite successful in getting things done for him.

For quite a long time, they and the two brothers Liu Xingyu and Liu Xingchui provided Zhang Fan with both obvious and hidden support.

As Zhang Fan's strength grew day by day, the cultivation of the two little demons obviously became insufficient.

However, as time went by, the feelings between them grew stronger.

As for Black Rat, the two of them got to know each other through fighting. In addition to Bai Bu Ran's relationship, Zhang Fan could be considered to love him as well as his own.

On the phone, Su Shiyu sounded weak and his voice was intermittent. He only gave a general idea of ​​what happened, but it was obvious that he was seriously injured.

But from what I heard, she was lucky to escape death. As for the Stone Gecko and the Black Rat, they were not as lucky as her.

"Calm down and find the person first." Fang Changle glanced at him and said lightly.

He knew that Zhang Fan was a man who valued friendship and loyalty, and that was why he followed him.

Friendship is a knife that can cut through obstacles but can also hurt yourself.

"Huizhou is not Jiangnan, this is the territory of Qiyun Mountain." Fang Changle reminded.

Qiyun Mountain is one of the ten famous Taoist mountains in the world. It is named after Maoshan Mountain, and its Taoist temple is located in Huizhou Province.

They also have great say in the Taoist Alliance.

Meng Qinghuan is Qi Yunshan's disciple.

"I know."

Zhang Fan took a deep breath and played with a piece of black iron in his hand to divert his attention.

"Um!?"

At this moment, Fang Changle's eyes fell on the small toy in Zhang Fan's hand.

It was a piece of black iron with a rope tied around one end, making it a special handle.

"Why does this thing look so familiar?" Fang Changle recalled it after a moment.

This was a little gadget that Zhang Fan bought that day when they went to the black market to look for Yinhu Hongshanjun.

At the beginning, the boss kept saying that this was a fragment of an antique and offered a price of 300,000 yuan, but Zhang Fan finally lowered the price to 150 yuan.

"You still kept it? Why did you wrap it up? Aren't you afraid of getting tetanus?" Fang Changle couldn't help but say as he looked at the few traces of rust remaining on the black iron sheet.

"You're right, this thing might really have come from some magical weapon." Zhang Fan played with the black iron piece.

He has been studying this thing for a long time since he got it. The kitchen knife at home couldn't make any mark on it, and when he put it on the fire, there was no mark at all. The most important thing is that he also hit it with the [Weiling Demon-Suppressing Golden Seal], but there was no damage at all.

From this, Zhang Fan concluded that although this black iron piece was of no great use, it should be a fragment peeled off from a magical weapon.

"You actually found a treasure. The one hundred and fifty dollars was worth it." Fang Changle exclaimed in amazement.

"But now that it's broken into pieces, it's of no use, so I'll just keep it."

No matter what treasure it is, if it is broken like this, it is only worth collecting.

Of course, there are differences in the value of collections.

"In my opinion, this might be a fragment of the [Qingyu Magic Weapon]." Fang Changle guessed.

"Qingyu magic weapon!?"

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment. It was the first time he heard such a statement.

"You do not know?"

Fang Changle looked at Zhang Fan suspiciously with a strange look on his face.

"Aren't you a disciple of Zhenwu Mountain? You're already at the Great Bodhisattva level, but you don't know what the Qingyu magic weapon is?"

"This..." Zhang Fan curled his lips and was speechless for a moment.

In fact, from the time when his primordial spirit awakened in Zhenwu Mountain to today, he has been practicing for less than a year.

"I am diligent in my practice and don't know much about these things." Zhang Fan whispered.

"You are awesome, you don't rely on anything, right?"

Fang Changle glared at him and said, "The Taoist magic weapon is not like in movies and novels, where you can find natural treasures, close the door and refine it."

True magic weapons are refined through thousands of trials and tribulations by several generations of people in the same lineage, with incense offerings, and magic rituals performed before they gradually become more powerful.

It is generally believed that artifacts that take no more than a hundred years to refine are called magical instruments.

Only when it has been worshipped and refined for more than a hundred years can it be called a magic weapon.

"The Taoist priests in the mountains refine rare treasures, and over the years, magical treasures are formed..." Fang Changle said leisurely.

"The White Crane Temple once divided the magic weapons of the Taoist sects in the world into categories based on the color of the feathers and the age of the feathers..."

"The magic weapon that is more than one hundred years old and less than three hundred years old is the yellow feather magic weapon. The yellow color represents Hou Tu." Fang Changle said in a serious voice.

Generally, for a noble family who practices cultivation in the secular world, it is already very powerful if they have one or two decent Huangyu magic weapons.

Just like the Shen family, who used to refine talismans, they couldn’t even produce a Huangyu magic weapon.

The Yinshan Xiong family did have two Huangyu magic weapons, but they were taken out of the family and sold by Xiong Sanqi that year.

"The magic weapon that is more than 300 years old and less than 800 years old is called the Qingyu magic weapon. The blue color represents the blue sky."

Having said this, Fang Changle paused for a moment and looked at the black iron sheet in Zhang Fan's hand.

"A magic weapon of this age is considered a rare treasure by all Taoist sects in the world, and is generally not allowed to be taken out of the sect."

The Qingyu magic weapon has a history of at least three hundred years and at most eight hundred years. Except for the ten major Taoist sects in the world, many sects do not have such a long history, let alone worshipping a magic weapon from generation to generation.

"Where is the Purple Feather magic weapon?" Zhang Fa asked.

"The Purple Feather magic weapon is a magic weapon that is more than eight hundred years old. The purple color represents purple qi." Fang Changle said in a deep voice.

In ancient times, red and purple were respected, and the Taoist sect valued purple qi even more. When Laozi went west through Hangu Pass, purple qi came east. "This kind of treasure is recorded in the Taoist League headquarters, and the number can be counted." Fang Changle whispered.

The Purple Feather magic weapon represents the foundation, history, and inheritance of a magic lineage.

Magical weapons of this level are not only recorded in the Taoist Alliance, but also allocated special maintenance subsidies every year.

"Magic weapons also come with subsidies?" Zhang Fan showed a strange look.

"What do you think? These magic weapons are all organized, and each one is worshipped as an ancestor by various sects..." Fang Changle took a glance.

The maintenance allowance for a magic weapon of this level starts at seven figures per year, so you can imagine the salary.

"I'm not even as good as a magic weapon." Zhang Fan curled his lips.

The biggest income in his life was from blackmail... and claim compensation. Black Mouse gave him 800,000 yuan, plus his own savings, the total was just over 900,000 yuan. Later, he spent more than 300,000 yuan on purchasing the [Fire Sticker] and the [Hundred-Year Ginseng King].

Now, there is only 580,000 yuan left in Zhang Fan’s card, which is not enough to cover the maintenance cost of a Purple Feather magic weapon for half a year.

"Of course you are not as good as a magic weapon." Fang Changle couldn't help but say.

The status of the Purple Feather magic weapon in Maoshan is absolutely ancestral. Normally, he doesn't even have the chance to take a look at it.

"Is the Purple Feather magic weapon the most powerful magic weapon?" Zhang Fan asked again.

"Of course not." Fang Changle's eyes narrowed and he said in a deep voice.

"Whether it's a yellow feather, a green feather, or a purple feather, they are all collectively called [Feather Magical Weapons]. If they are less than a hundred years old, they are just ordinary magic weapons. If they are more than a hundred years old, they are [Feather Magical Weapons]."

The Taoist priests in the mountains refine rare treasures, and over the years, magical treasures are created.

The Yu Liu magic weapon, after years of precipitation and baptism, always has the opportunity to be upgraded step by step.

However, the existence of Yu Liu's magic weapon is so great that even time cannot refine His fortune.

"That is the Pure Yang magic weapon!" Fang Changle said in a deep voice.

"Pure Yang magic weapon!" Zhang Fan's heart moved, as if he had guessed something.

"Those are supreme magic weapons refined by beings who have entered the Pure Yang Wuji realm. Each one has earth-shattering power and is worshipped by major mountain gates for generations. They will not be used unless there is a catastrophe."

There was a hint of longing in Fang Changle's eyes.

Their Maoshan, as one of the ten most famous Taoist mountains in the world, naturally also enshrines a pure yang magic weapon.

However, apart from the successive masters, other disciples had no chance to see treasures of that level.

"A Pure Yang magic weapon, even if one has reached the Pure Yang Wuji realm, still requires the right time and place, as well as chance and luck to refine it." Fang Changle sighed.

That is the true heritage of every mountain and every school.

"It turns out there are so many tricks here." Zhang Fan looked enlightened.

For example, his [Mighty Spiritual Demon-Suppressing Golden Seal] was specially refined by Longhu Mountain in the past and given to Gusu Xuanmiao Temple. It has been less than three hundred years since then.

When you think about it, it’s just Huang Yu’s magic weapon.

As for the black iron piece in Zhang Fan's hand, even the [Weiling Demon-Suppressing Golden Seal] could not break it, so it should be the fragment of Qingyu's magic weapon.

"Lao Fang, what do you think is the most powerful magic weapon in the world?" Zhang Fan suddenly said.

"This is something to talk about." Fang Changle just opened his mouth.

A sound of arrival was heard over the radio.

"We're here. Let's talk later."

Zhang Fan stood up, picked up his luggage, and got out of the car with Fang Changle.

The two left the station, took a taxi, and headed straight to the address sent by Su Shiyu.

……

Forty minutes later.

The two stood in front of a dilapidated courtyard in the old city.

Zhang Fan walked forward and knocked on the door.

"Who?"

At this moment, a slightly younger voice came from inside the door, and then the person inside opened the door without waiting for an answer.

With the faint moonlight, a young man appeared in front of Zhang Fan and Fang Changle.

The young man was quite handsome, with sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, a straight nose, and was thin and tall. He looked quite energetic. It was obvious that he paid great attention to health preservation in his daily life. He did not have any dark circles under his eyes, which most young people have.

"Excuse me, is Su Shiyu here?" Zhang Fan asked politely.

"You are Miss Su's friends, come in."

The young man was delighted and quickly welcomed the two people in and took them to a room next to the yard.

After opening the door, the room looked a little simple under the dim light. Su Shiyu was lying on the bed with bandages wrapped around her body, arms, and face. When she saw Zhang Fan, there was a glimmer in her eyes, as if the grievances she had suffered these days could no longer be suppressed.

"It's okay, I'm here."

Zhang Fan whispered and walked to the bedside.

Su Shiyu couldn't hold it back any longer and hugged Zhang Fan tightly, her body trembling slightly.

"I...I'll bring you two cups of tea." The young man looked at her, seemed a little embarrassed, and walked out of the house.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Zhang Fan comforted Su Shiyu and asked.

Su Shiyu calmed down a little and recounted what happened that day.

"Magic Mirror? Is that a master from Qiyun Mountain?" Fang Changle raised his eyebrows when he heard Li Kongxing taking out the Magic Mirror.

"I fell down the mountain and barely managed to save my life..." Su Shiyu said weakly.

If one falls from such a high mountain, even an ordinary person would die, even if he is a Taoist master.

Fortunately, she was a snake demon, her body had undergone a transformation, her bones became soft and she could slide smoothly against walls. With this skill, she was able to reduce most of the force of her fall and thus saved her life.

"I lay at the foot of the mountain for a long time, unable to move, and then I happened to meet Ah Wang..."

As he spoke, Su Shiyu subconsciously looked outside: "It's the young man you saw."

"He... can barely be considered a Taoist priest. He contracted a Taoist temple in the suburbs and makes a living by cheating... by earning money from incense offerings." Su Shiyu's introduction was quite abstract.

"Contracting? A Taoist temple can be contracted?" Zhang Fan showed a strange look.

"This is a pilot project of the Huizhou Provincial Dao League in Annan City to promote the economy and seek development. Everything can be revitalized, and the Dao sect must keep pace with the times."

Fang Changle introduced: "As long as you have a Taoist teaching staff qualification certificate and go through a series of procedures, you can contract a Taoist temple and be responsible for your own profits and losses."

"The Huizhou Provincial Dao League is really full of talented people." Zhang Fan couldn't help but sigh.

"This guy is quite nice." Zhang Fan couldn't help but praise.

Su Shiyu is lucky to have met such a kind person.

"What a bullshit! He took me home, let me stay for three days, and asked me for 18,000 yuan." Su Shiyu said gritting his teeth.

She felt itchy when she thought about how the guy had used his cell phone to scan her face and took away 18,000 yuan when she was still unable to move.

However, Su Shiyu could not deny that the man did save her life. In comparison, eighteen thousand seemed nothing.

"Why do I hear someone talking bad about me behind my back?"

At this moment, the young man pushed the door open and walked in, holding two cups of tea in their hands. The cups were chipped at the corners, and the tea leaves were all broken into pieces. There was even a little oil on the surface of the tea. No one knew what the cups were used for before.

"Miss Su, I swear to God, I didn't give you a penny more..."

"Besides, you couldn't move at all at the beginning, and I didn't have any bad intentions or improper thoughts." The young man said with a smile.

"Thank you." Su Shiyu said politely through gritted teeth.

"what is this?"

Before Su Shiyu finished speaking, he saw the other party handing him a note.

"The bills for the past two days."

After Su Shiyu came down the mountain, he stayed here for a total of five days, and the bill for the first three days had been settled.

"You want to charge me three hundred and eighty for a cup of tea?" Su Shiyu said in shock.

puff...

As soon as he finished speaking, all the tea that Zhang Fan and Fang Changle had just put into their mouths sprayed out.

"Don't worry, big brothers. You two drinks are free." The young man looked unwell and was not out of breath, but he said generously.

"Well, no matter what, it's all thanks to them for saving you. I will pay the bill..."

Zhang Fan took the bill and looked at the number, twenty-two thousand, and said quickly, "I'll let her pay."

"You still don't know what to call me brother?" Zhang Fan put down the bill and quickly changed the subject.

"You can just call me A-Wang." The young man had a warm smile on his face.

"Awang? Who forgot?" Zhang Fan asked.

"The forgetfulness of sitting and forgetting the void..."

The young man bowed his head, performed a salute according to the Taoist rules, and formally introduced himself: "My surname is Zhang, and my name is Zhang Wang!"

(End of this chapter)