Pure Yang!

Chapter 253 Hope for the Future! Qiyun Mountain Yuan Lingguan
The thousand-year-old monster was even more unfathomable than Zhang Fan had expected.

He was once a great enemy, standing in the way of the Taoist Three Corpses. Chu Chaoran, who would later attain Pure Yang Wuji, almost lost his life at his hands in his childhood. Now, King Yan, who is known as the number one demon in the world, was like a stray dog ​​in front of him.

The thousand-year-old monster was like a celestial monument, standing in the way of the three great men who would become famous throughout the world in the future.

Fate is mysterious and human hearts are hard to predict.

Number one in the world, Pure Yang Wuji, the king among monsters… These three were all earth-shaking figures, but they suffered a miserable defeat on the road to rise. That person, with a condescending attitude and a heart of pity, let them go.

He stood on the top, waiting for those who came later...

"A thousand-year-old demon... He is actually a contemporary of the Three Corpses Taoist? Is this true? Are they the same person? If he is still alive today, then wouldn't his seniority and age be greater than that of the Taoist Master Chao Ran?"

At this moment, countless questions arose in Zhang Fan's mind, and then the light and shadow in front of him dissipated like bubbles.

He didn't have time to think about anything else. His original spirit emitted a radiant light that returned to his body like a long rainbow.

call……

Zhang Fan opened his eyes and let out a long breath. Endless fatigue surged over him like a tide and took over his body.

"How is it? Why are you so tired after your soul left your body?" Fang Changle walked up and felt Zhang Fan's physical weakness, and couldn't help but frowned.

The soul cannot be separated from the body, just like a fish cannot be separated from water.

This is also the reason why Taoism emphasizes the dual cultivation of nature and life.

However, the more powerful the soul is, the less restraint it will be, and the process will be affected by time, distance, environment, etc.

At the Bodhisattva realm, the primordial spirit will emit sexual light, and even if it is out of the body for ten days or half a month, or is a hundred miles away from the physical body, it will not be greatly affected.

With Zhang Fan's level of cultivation, he had only been out of his body for half an hour and his range of activities was limited to the Qin family mansion. How could he become so weak?

"It's a long story." Zhang Fan waved his hand. He would naturally not reveal the secret that he had the Three Corpses Yuandan hidden in his body.

No matter how close the relationship is, this kind of secret can only be kept to oneself, and one cannot even tell one's parents.

Immediately, Zhang Fan changed the subject and recounted his encounter with the man lying in the crystal coffin in the side hall. As for the thousand-year-old demon and the Three Corpse Pills, he did not mention anything at all.

"The living dead?" Fang Changle pondered for a moment before saying, "According to your description, this person is very likely the most amazing one among the previous generation of Qin family disciples..."

"Grandson of the Qin King!"

"Grandson of King Qin!?" Zhang Fan seemed to be thinking about something. He vaguely remembered hearing someone mention this name when he was in the Jiangnan Provincial Alliance.

"I heard from the elders in the sect that the grandson of the Qin family was a man of natural talent. At a young age, he was known as the Little Heavenly Master, and his talent was unrivaled in half of Jiangnan..." Fang Changle said in a deep voice.

"He once visited our Maoshan on behalf of Qiyun Mountain, and also came to Jiangnan Province for work exchanges as a member of the Huizhou Provincial Dao League..."

"Many of our Maoshan elders have spoken highly of him, saying that he has the qualities of a Heavenly Master and that he may be able to recreate the demeanor of our Qin family ancestor and attain the status of Heavenly Master in this lifetime."

The demeanor of a Heavenly Master is the highest praise for any cultivator.

After all, 99% of those who truly practice cultivation are unable to achieve tranquility and awaken their spirits, and most of the remaining 10% can only spend their entire lives practicing Qigong.

The high level of skill is already a rare master.

As for the Heavenly Master, he is also a legendary figure in the Taoist world.

"But later I heard that something unexpected happened..."

Having said this, Fang Changle paused for a moment.

"An unexpected event!" Zhang Fan's heart moved slightly, as if he had guessed something.

"More than 20 years ago, a woman came from Huizhou Province. She was very powerful and stirred up a lot of trouble. She killed many disciples of Qiyun Mountain and the Qin family was also implicated." Fang Changle recounted a past event.

"Later, Qin Wangsun took action and fought with the woman for several rounds. Although he was better than her, he was unable to defeat her. Later, the two agreed to fight again at Fangya Mountain..."

"After hearing this, the Qin family secretly invited the masters of Qiyun Mountain to lay a trap on Fangya Mountain. When the two were fighting to the death, they suddenly attacked and captured the woman."

At this point, Fang Changle's eyes narrowed slightly: "At this moment, a helper suddenly appeared behind the woman. As soon as he attacked, he killed everyone in the Qin family and all the masters from Qiyun Mountain..."

"Qin Wangsun has since become a living dead man."

"Do you think it's cruel?" Fang Changle asked casually.

"Cruel...really cruel..." Zhang Fan laughed dryly twice.

He naturally knew that the woman Fang Changle was talking about was his mother, and the ruthless helper who left no one alive was his father.

"The Qin family was severely damaged after this battle. The then head of the Qin family, Qin Wangdu's father, also died in that disaster."

The Qin family was leaderless and fell into civil strife for a while.

At that time, the King of Qin first lost his father, and his brilliant younger brother also became a living dead. Their lineage fell completely. He endured for many years, sleeping on straw and tasting gall, before he regained the throne.

The Qin family at that time had just gone through a catastrophe and then civil strife, and was no longer comparable to its heyday.

Fortunately, with the blessing of the master and the influence of ancestors, Qin Ming emerged among the disciples of this generation. He was a remarkable figure. At a young age, he became the successor of Mount Qiyun and had a very close relationship with the Baihe Temple in Shangjing.

"It turns out there is such love, hate and vengeance." Zhang Fan sighed.

More than 20 years ago, his parents had such a feud with the Qin family.

"Where does the love come from? Where does the affection come from? It's all hatred, it's all hatred." Fang Changle said lightly.

The Qin family viewed the man and woman as undying enemies and wished they could eat their flesh and drink their blood.

"So, what Qin Ming said about the previous generation Xiao is true...it has something to do with my mother..." Zhang Fan thought thoughtfully.

At this time, he calmed down and was no longer in a hurry to slip away.

"Let's go to bed first." Zhang Fan shook his head. Fatigue came over him like a tide and his eyelids could no longer support him.

This is only him. If someone else were to explore the Three Corpses Yuandan in this way, his spirit would have been exhausted long ago.

"Not running anymore?" Fang Changle asked.

"Let's wait and see." Zhang Fan waved his hand weakly and fell asleep in a blink of an eye.

……

The next day, early morning.

Zhang Fan woke up, took a deep breath, and the world became clear again in his eyes.

Every time after being tired, once he recovered, Zhang Fan would be more energetic and vigorous than before.

He vaguely discovered that the Three Corpses Yuandan seemed to be able to train his soul.

Walking out of the room and into the yard, Zhang Fan looked up and saw Fang Changle.

"What are you looking at?"

Zhang Fan walked over and followed Fang Changle's gaze, and saw a child, about eight or nine years old, standing under a big tree, with his head raised, not knowing what he was looking at.

"That guy has been standing there since around six o'clock. I've finished practicing and gathering energy, but he's still standing there for more than an hour." Fang Changle said calmly.

"Who is he?"

"I heard from the servants that he is also from the Qin family, a generation younger than Qin Ming, so he is the third generation. However, he is not from their branch. His parents died early, so he has been raised in the clan..."

"I heard that this kid is not very smart. He couldn't walk until he was over two years old, and couldn't talk until he was three years old..." Fang Changle shook his head.

With such aptitude, he is not as good as ordinary people, let alone practicing Taoism.

Because of this, basically no one cares about him in the Qin family, and no one cares about this child who has no father, no mother and no talent.

"Born in a Xuanmen family, with no talent and no one to rely on, his fate is probably more miserable than that of ordinary people." Fang Changle said indifferently. He knew very well that the future fate of this kid was destined to be miserable and withered.

"Hahaha……"

At this moment, the child suddenly burst into laughter, dancing like a madman.

"what are you laughing at?"

Fang Changle walked over and asked with interest.

"The leaves have fallen..."

The child seemed not to see Fang Changle. He pointed at the bare treetops, then bent down and picked up the last leaf that had just fallen.

"In spring, the trees are covered with leaves, but in winter, they all fall off..."

"But they will all grow again next spring..."

"Sometimes it's there, sometimes it's gone, neither increasing nor decreasing, as if nothing had happened..."

"Hehe...interesting...really interesting..."

The child stared at the leaf in his hand foolishly, laughing strangely, behaving crazily, and speaking in a way that was not like that of a seven or eight year old child. He looked extremely foolish.

"What's your name?"

At this moment, a contemptuous voice came from behind.

Zhang Fan turned around and saw Zhang Wang walking over and looking at the strange child.

"Qin Daoyuan!"

The child introduced himself, held the leaf in both hands as if it were something extremely precious, and turned and left.

"This person will probably be the one who can restore the Qin family's lifeline in the future." Zhang Wang suddenly said.

"Um!?"

Zhang Fan and Fang Changle looked at each other and were both stunned.

"what are you saying?"

"Don't disbelieve me, I not only know how to practice Taoism, but I can also tell fortunes. It's a skill passed down from my ancestors..." Zhang Wang said mysteriously.

"When I walked into this house yesterday, I could tell that the Qin family's luck was about to end and disaster was imminent."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Fang Changle laughed.

The Qin family is an aristocratic family of Xuanmen, and Qin Ming is the descendant of Mount Qiyun. Now, he has also joined the Baihe clan. Even the masters of the Supernatural Power Association are guests in his home. It can be said that his family is at its peak and is on the rise. It is not even close to being in disaster.

"The ultimate source of life is the last ray of light." Zhang Wang shook his head.

"It's like a pot that's dried up on the stove. On the surface, the water is boiling, which is a sign of prosperity, but when the water dries up, the stove will explode..."

Having said that, Zhang Wang looked in the direction where Qin Daoyuan was going away.

"When the nest is overturned, how can the eggs remain intact? This child is an exception. His face is rosy and he was able to find life from death. Maybe he can become a master in the future and continue the Qin family's incense..."

"Heaven is cruel, but there is still a glimmer of hope... Wonderful, wonderful..." Zhang Wang nodded repeatedly, marveling at it.

Fang Changle saw this and couldn't help but smile.

With only the Qigong realm, he actually boasted about destiny and luck in front of him and Zhang Fan! ?
"Your ancestral craftsmanship is so great, why don't you calculate the winning number of the Mark Six lottery? Why do you still work so hard every day to earn the money from incense offerings?" Fang Changle joked.

"Huh? How do you know? I calculated it before, and I won 20,000 yuan..." Zhang Wang's eyes widened.

"Really?"

"I had a car accident that day and spent 23,000 yuan in hospitalization."

"..."

"Everything is predetermined by heaven. If you force it, you will fail." Zhang Wang murmured softly, his eyes sweeping over Zhang Fan intentionally or unintentionally.

"Brother Zhang!"

At this moment, a call came from a distance.

Zhang Fan looked up and saw Qin Ming standing in the distance, waving at him.

"The real show is coming, let's go."

Zhang Fan greeted Fang Changle and walked over.

"My father and the people from the Divine Power Association are already waiting. It's a good opportunity for you two to meet here, so why not come along?" Qin Ming invited.

Zhang Fan understood what the other party meant and knew that he was talking about the matter concerning the previous generation, so he followed him immediately.

In the hall, a dignified middle-aged man was sitting in the upper seat. Zhang Fan only took a glance and knew that this man was the current head of the Qin family, Qin Wangdu.

"Master Qin!"

Zhang Fan and Fang Changle bowed their heads and paid their respects.

"Um!?"

King Qin raised his eyebrows and his sharp gaze fell on Zhang Fan. He looked a little dazed, as if he had seen this young man somewhere.

"Father, this is the rising star of Zhenwu Mountain, Zhang Fan."

"This is the successor of Maoshan, Fang Changle."

Qin Ming introduced them one by one.

"The young are really to be feared. I am old." King Qin said indifferently.

"Master Qin, since everyone is here, let's get down to business."

Song Yunqi spoke. He and Ji Huanshan had been staring at Zhang Fan since he entered the room, as if they were treating him as prey.

"Actually, it's simple. More than 20 years ago, Xiao, the head of the Wuwei Sect, once practiced in seclusion in Liaoya Mountain. The place of seclusion is extremely secret, but also extremely important. This time we have to find that place." Qin Ming spoke frankly and finally explained the whole story.

"Where is my mother in seclusion?" Zhang Fan's eyes twitched.

"Two Taoist brothers, you have met at the right time. I think you wouldn't mind contributing together." Qin Ming said calmly.

"We..." Fang Changle knew what the other party was thinking. He raised his eyebrows and was about to refuse.

"I don't mind, of course I don't mind." Zhang Fan raised his hand, held it down, and chuckled.

"I'm glad you don't mind. The details have been arranged almost. As long as my uncle-master comes, we can explore Fangya Mountain together." Qin Ming said calmly.

"Uncle-master?" Zhang Fan's heart moved slightly.

Isn't Qin Ming's uncle a master from Qiyun Mountain?

"Swearing at someone without mentioning his mother is as hurtful as scraping. Let me subdue the demons and monsters, and I will give his mother a big slap in the face, and she will burst into pieces."

At this moment, a rhythmic sound came from outside the door.

Zhang Fan's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at Fang Changle. He felt that this voice and this emphasis were extremely familiar.

"Uncle Master is here."

Qin Ming was overjoyed and stood up to greet him. At this moment, a man walked in from outside the door. It was Yuan Lingguan.

(End of this chapter)