Pure Yang!

Chapter 263 The headmaster is here! Zhang Tiansheng
Late at night.

Ping'an Villa, western suburbs of Annan City.

This Chinese-style villa courtyard is Maoshan’s property. It is located in the suburbs, halfway up the mountain. The environment is quiet and elegant, and there are few people on weekdays.

"You guys stay here for one night first, and then go back to Yujing City in two days."

The car stopped at the gate of Ping'an Villa. Yu Hua got out of the car and gave instructions to Zhang Fan and Fang Changle.

"Brother, why don't you leave tonight? The longer the night, the more trouble you will have." Fang Changle couldn't help but say.

"Leave overnight? Are you running away? If you're not a thief, why would you feel guilty?" Yu Hua glanced at him and said lightly.

"Such a big thing happened in Fangya Mountain. If you leave at night, doesn't that tell others that you have something to hide?"

"Besides, do you think you can leave overnight?" Senior Brother Yu Hua shook his head.

Zhang Fan was thoughtful after hearing this.

"Brother Yu Hua, is it possible that we have been targeted?"

"You underestimate Qiyun Mountain. This is Huizhou Province. I dare say that you have been targeted since the moment you left Liaoya Mountain." Yu Hua said lightly.

After all, Mount Qiyun is as famous as Mount Mao, and is one of the ten most famous Taoist mountains in the world.

At this time, it is better to be still than to move. Being clever will only bring disaster.

"Just live here. If someone comes to investigate, don't be nervous. Just say what you need to say." Yu Hua said in a deep voice.

"We understand. Thank you, Senior Brother Yu Hua." Zhang Fan nodded.

"Uncle Master, I, your disciple Yu Hua, have come to visit you specially."

At this moment, Yu Hua walked to the door, stopped, bowed her head, and kowtowed three times.

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

Yu Hua is a master at the Zhai Shou realm, and he is over fifty years old. How old is his uncle and how senior is he! ?

"Is there a master hiding in here?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"Uncle Xu is usually the one looking after this courtyard." Yu Hua said in a serious tone.

Their uncle-master, named Xu Xuanguan, had left Maoshan many years ago and lived in seclusion here, looking after the property in Maoshan.

Yu Hua didn't know much about this uncle-master. She just vaguely heard that he had a strange personality and was not very popular in the sect, so he left the mountain gate early.

"How old is your uncle?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"About eighty years old." Yu Hua seemed to be thinking about something. He actually didn't know his exact age.

There was no response from inside the door, but Yu Hua walked forward, entered the password, and opened the gate directly.

"Can we just go in even if no one responds?" Fang Changle couldn't help but ask.

"Master uncle doesn't like to meet outsiders, so it's enough if the gift is presented." Yu Hua said lightly.

The three of them walked into the yard, and the scene that came into their eyes made Zhang Fan's eyebrows jump.

The spacious yard was filled with grave mounds, arranged in an orderly manner, forming a beautiful landscape.

"Hold the grass..."

"There are grave mounds in the yard? What is this for?" Zhang Fan's eyelids twitched. Does anyone live in this place?
"Don't worry about it, these are old graves, they are the collection of my uncle."

"Old grave? Collection?" Zhang Fan was stunned. He could understand every word, but when they were put together, he couldn't understand a word at all.

"As the old saying goes, after five generations a new grave is built, and after three generations someone has to move on from a house," Yu Hua explained.

Since ancient times, in burial feng shui, graves must be moved after five generations, otherwise it will easily bring disaster to future generations.

It is said that the ancestral tombs of five generations are connected to the gate of life and death, and when the corpses turn into the dark land, they will surely give rise to the aura of dragons.

This kind of tomb that is five generations old has had its soil nurtured for too long. According to the Feng Shui dragon vein, it has already produced dragon energy that is entrenched in the dark cave, making it easy for disasters to occur.

Yu Hua's uncle wanders in the mountains all year round. When he sees an old grave that has been abandoned for five generations, he will move it back and cultivate the energy in the grave.

"Senior Brother Yu Hua, your uncle's hobby is really unique." Zhang Fan laughed dryly.

To be honest, let alone the middle of the night, even in broad daylight, staying in such a place would make people feel creepy, even if they were ascetics.

"Let's go, don't talk nonsense here." Yu Hua waved her hand and reminded solemnly.

As he spoke, he led the two into the inner hall. As soon as they came in, the armchair at the top caught Zhang Fan's attention.

The ancient armchair was actually covered with a tiger skin. The fur was reddish in color, with some golden hair mixed in the black lines. The most important thing was that the shape of the tiger skin was much larger than that of an ordinary tiger.

"What kind of treasure is this?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"Brother Zhang, you have good eyesight." Yu Hua narrowed her eyes and said, "This is the skin of a red sun tiger."

"Red Sun Tiger!?" Zhang Fan seemed to be thinking about something.

He had seen such records in the [Secret Records of Taoism]. In ancient times, in the deep mountains, there were often tigers that were enlightened, practiced mysterious magic, and absorbed the essence of the sun. Over time, their flesh and blood were nourished like medicine.

This is the Chiyang Tiger.

It is said that a mouthful of blood from the Chiyang tiger is more nourishing than ginseng soup.

In ancient times, princes and emperors often sent talented people into the mountains to hunt this tiger and drink its blood to strengthen their bodies.

The most precious thing about the Chiyang Tiger is its fur, which is a rare treasure. When you put it on, you won't feel cold even in temperatures of minus 20 or 30 degrees Celsius.

In addition, the skin of the Chiyang tiger has medicinal value.

In ancient times, female Taoists often practiced in deep mountains, which was inevitably cold and damp. If they had not reached the realm of "Slaying the Red Dragon", that is, menopause, their periods would be extremely painful. However, if at this time, they applied a piece of red sun tiger skin, it would be able to relieve pain, stop bleeding, nourish yin and produce essence.

Therefore, this Taoist treasure is called the [Girl Protector]. It is said that when a girl drinks hot water, it is really good for her as long as she moves her mouth and offers the Girl Protector.

"After the Song Dynasty, this kind of tiger has disappeared from the mountains and forests." Yu Hua said in a serious tone: "This skin was collected by my uncle in his early years. It is very precious."

"Where did you get such a precious treasure?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

It is such a treasure and so rare, who can bear to give it up?

"I'm afraid it was collected from underground." Fang Changle said casually.

"Shut up." Yu Hua glared at this junior brother fiercely: "I really want to tear your mouth apart."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan subconsciously looked at the graves in the yard outside the door, and couldn't help but reveal a look of sudden enlightenment.

It turned out to be a gift from beneath the earth.

"Brother Zhang, don't listen to his nonsense." Yu Hua laughed dryly.

Zhang Fan smiled but said nothing.

"Brother Zhang, you won't spread nonsense everywhere, right?" Yu Hua couldn't help but ask.

"Of course not, I'm not that kind of person." Zhang Fan grinned.

"..."

"You wait here. I will go prepare a room for you and report to my uncle."

Yu Hua gave instructions and then glared at Fang Changle fiercely.

"Brother, don't run around."

"Senior Brother, where can I run around here?" Fang Changle joked.

"I'm talking about your tongue...don't let it run around." Yu Hua said heavily.

"Don't worry, don't worry!"

Fang Changle laughed dryly and watched Yu Hua leave, then heaved a sigh of relief.

"Brother is too old-fashioned. He can't even tell a joke."

"Is that a joke? You're clearly telling the truth." Zhang Fan teased. "Don't talk nonsense and ruin the reputation of our Maoshan."

Fang Changle stared at Zhang Fan. Suddenly, his eyes flickered and he looked at the cabinet behind Zhang Fan.

On it lay a small crystal bottle, half filled with blue liquid that was bubbling with dreamy bubbles.

"This is……"

Fang Changle walked straight over, picked up the crystal bottle, and looked around.

"Is this shark saliva!?" Zhang Fan recognized it at a glance.

He had seen related records in the [Taoist Secret Records] that there were mermaids in the East China Sea, whose tears could turn into pearls worth a fortune.

However, what people do not know is that the saliva of mermaids, also known as "mermaid saliva", is also a treasure. It is said that as long as you mix it with your own saliva, whoever swallows it will immediately fall in love with the other person.

In ancient times, many alchemists hid in the East China Sea, using strange magic to catch and kill mermaids and take their tears and saliva.

Some evil-minded scoundrels often spend a large sum of money to buy shark saliva, mix it with their own saliva, and carry it with them. Whenever they meet a girl they like, they will put the saliva in her food or drink. Once the girl eats it, she will be hooked, and even the most loyal girl will fall in love with them wholeheartedly.

"There really are mermaids in this world!" Zhang Fan exclaimed.

Even though he was a monk and had seen all kinds of monsters and ghosts, he was still curious about mermaids.

"It should have been there before, but it's definitely gone now." Fang Changle sighed.

Because of this, the treasure in his hand seems to be priceless. I don’t know where the uncle dug out this treasure from.

"What a good stuff." Fang Changle murmured softly.

It has to be said that the collections in this room are extremely rare and their value cannot be measured by money.

"You guys in Maoshan are really rich." Zhang Fan couldn't help but say.

"Don't talk nonsense. These are all my uncle's personal collection." Fang Changle reluctantly put the crystal bottle back.

"When it comes to treasures, the one you get is the one that truly belongs to you."

"You mean..."

Zhang Fan's heart moved, and he took out the antique bronze mirror from his arms. It was the size of a palm, but it was very easy to hold.

"The magic mirror and the Qingyu magic weapon have been enshrined in Qiyun Mountain for more than three hundred years. Now they are just yours for free." Fang Changle said enviously.

"Just make do with it for now." Zhang Fan chuckled.

"Pretending." Fang Changle glanced at him.

"Young man, the bronze mirror in your hand seems familiar."

At this moment, a cold voice came from outside the door. Zhang Fan became alert and looked up suddenly. He saw an old man walking in quietly from the yard. He had a tiger head tattoo on his palm and a big gold chain around his neck.

"You are..." Zhang Fan's eyes darkened slightly, and he subconsciously judged that this person was the uncle-master that Yu Hua mentioned. However, looking at the attire of this person in front of him, he did not seem like a cultivator.

"He was within ten steps of me and I didn't even notice him at all. He must be a master." A voice seemed to be shouting in Zhang Fan's heart.

"Who are you?" Fang Changle asked vigilantly.

"Young man, are you the descendant of Mount Mao?" The visitor glanced at him and chuckled, "Even though the Red Dragon Fire Talisman was refined by your Yuanshen, it still doesn't seem magical."

As soon as these words came out, Fang Changle's face suddenly changed. This old man who looked like a gangster in front of him actually saw through his true colors at a glance! ?

"May I ask for your honorable title, senior?" Fang Changle bowed his head and saluted.

"My name is Mo Ranchen."

"Master of Qiyun Mountain!?"

Zhang Fan was taken aback. He never expected that the headmaster of Qiyun Mountain would come to him in person, and so quickly.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously clenched the magic mirror in his hand and hid it behind him.

However, how could such a tiny movement be hidden from the eyes of the head of Qiyun Mountain?

"Young man, are you able to use my Qiyun Mountain's treasures well?" Mo Ranchen grinned and chuckled.

However, this smile did not reveal any emotion.

"Did you kill Qin Ming?"

"Why do you say that, senior? Brother Qin and I have a deep friendship and are as close as brothers. It is really a pity that we met too late. I have an unshirkable responsibility for his death..." Zhang Fan was heartbroken.

"I only regret that I didn't use my own life to save Brother Qin's life."

"..."

After hearing these words, Fang Changle was completely dumbfounded. He stared at Zhang Fan blankly, as if he didn't know him.

"This mirror is a relic of Brother Qin Dao. Seeing it reminds me of him, and I can't help but feel sad. I thought of finding an auspicious day to return it to Qiyun Mountain, but I didn't expect that you would come directly. This is my fault."

"..."

Fang Changle became more and more confused, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether Zhang Fan was a human or not.

"Good little devil, wearing a human skin." Mo Ranchen looked at Zhang Fan and couldn't help but grin.

"In my life, I have met more people than you have eaten rice. Young man, I can tell what kind of person you are at a glance."

As he spoke, Mo Ranchen took a step forward. In an instant, Zhang Fan's expression suddenly changed. He felt that the huge courtyard had disappeared. All he could see was that tall and mighty figure, dominating the world and exuding endless pressure.

"No matter how eloquent you are, if I say you have a problem, you have a problem." Mo Ranchen said lightly.

What kind of person is he? He has practiced Taoism and experienced many vicissitudes of life. Even if the sky collapses and the earth breaks, it is difficult to shake his will. From the moment he set foot in this courtyard, he has already made his own judgment. How could he be shaken by Zhang Fan's words? ?
"Senior, you are bullying the weak." Fang Changle's face suddenly changed and he said in a deep voice.

"Want to reason with me? Sure, follow me back to Qiyun Mountain first." Mo Ranchen said calmly, "I will notify the adults of your two families to come and pick up the people."

As he spoke, Mo Ranchen walked towards Zhang Fan and Fang Changle.

"Mo Laowu, you are still as domineering as ever."

At this moment, a contemptuous voice came from behind.

Zhang Fan felt his body relax. Through Mo Ranchen, he vaguely saw a middle-aged man walking from the door. He had a cool and handsome appearance, with a few strands of white hair between his temples. He looked even younger than Yu Hua.

At this moment, Yu Hua followed him respectfully, walked into the door, and winked at Zhang Fan and Fang Changle.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan knew that the middle-aged man in front of him was the uncle-master that Yu Hua mentioned, Xu Xuanguan.

"Xu Laoliu, you have practiced the [Eternal Spring Skill] of Mount Zhongnan, and you have become younger and younger. You look like an old monster."

Mo Ranchen turned around, and the big gold chain on his chest began to shake slightly.

"You are really used to being domineering. You come here to show off your power. No wonder Zhang Laoer said that you are a dog that can't change its bad nature." Xu Xuanguan said lightly.

When these words were spoken, Zhang Fan, Fang Changle, and Yu Hua could not help but be shocked.

Who in this world dares to say that the head of Qiyun Mountain is a dog that can’t change its bad habits?
Even Jiang Wansui has to treat such a person with courtesy.

"Zhang Lao Er... Zhang Tiansheng... I haven't heard of this name in many years. When we became sworn brothers and joined the Coffin Carrying Society..."

"You're talking in your sleep."

At this moment, Xu Xuanguan snorted coldly.

Mo Ranchen was stunned for a moment, but came back to his senses from his contemplation. It seemed that the name "Coffin Carrying Society" contained an unspeakable taboo, and even the head of Qiyun Mountain could not mention it casually.

"Zhang Laoer has been dead for many years. He did a lot of wrong things and said a lot of wrong things in his life..."

Mo Ranchen changed the subject, his words revealing a sigh of regret.

"The righteous always meet butchers, and there are demons and monsters in the temple... The worst thing he has done in his life is to make friends with someone like you." Xu Xuanguan said in a deep voice.

"No, the worst thing he did in his life was giving birth to such a good son..." Mo Ranchen said indifferently.

"The most evil in the world, the divine and devilish fetus, how much trouble has his son caused!?"

(End of this chapter)