Pure Yang!

Chapter 267: Crimson Mole and Raccoon Girl! Zhang Fan's Questions

Li Yishan's call brought Zhang Fan back to his senses. He looked at the display on his phone, paused for a moment, and finally answered the call.

"Hey, where are you?"

Li Yishan's familiar voice came from the other end of the phone.

"I'm on the high-speed train." Zhang Fan said lightly.

"You haven't come back yet." Li Yishan said casually.

"You knew I was going on a long trip?" Zhang Fan pondered for a moment and asked mysteriously.

"Mother Yun told me."

As early as when he first arrived in Annan City, Zhang Fan made a special call to Jiang Yunxian, wanting to visit Li Yishan who was recuperating in Huizhou Province.

"Where are you?" Zhang Fan asked.

"Yujing."

"You've gone back already?"

"Yes, I'm back."

The two people seemed to be having a bland conversation, but the atmosphere this time was different from the past, as if there were many things hidden that could not be expressed or shown in public.

"Arrive in the evening?"

"We'll arrive in Yujing around eight o'clock." Zhang Fan looked at the time and replied.

"Let's have dinner together?" Li Yishan asked.
"it is good."

"Then I'll wait for you at the old place."

"Ok!"

Zhang Fan responded with a slight grunt, and the person on the other end hung up the phone immediately afterwards.

"You made a date while you were still out there?"

At this moment, Fang Changle's voice came from the side, and he stared at him with an extremely ambiguous look.

"People who practice Taoism have dirty minds. Be careful or your crotch might get torn when you return home." Zhang Fan glanced at him and said lightly.

"You have been possessed by Yuan Lingguan, right?!" Fang Changle said in a deep voice.

"I'm doing this for your own good. In today's world, the world is becoming more and more corrupt. When we enter the world to practice cultivation, our desires become stronger and the disasters become greater. If we are not careful, all our efforts will be wasted." Fang Changle sighed.

"The master said it well, productivity determines the upper limit of desire."

"In this era, in another hundred years, I'm afraid no one will be able to practice cultivation."

"Huh!? Productivity determines the upper limit of desire? What's the logic behind this?" Zhang Fanqi asked.

"This is an ironclad truth." Fang Changle said as a matter of course.

"Look at it, upstairs and downstairs, electricity and telephone, and being able to eat meat two or three times a week is a utopian dream life."

"In ancient times, people were already very satisfied if they could have enough food to eat and not go hungry, and wear warm clothes and not freeze."

"But now? Everyone wants to be able to drive luxury cars, sail yachts, and have fun..."

"Cough cough cough..."

Zhang Fan looked around and saw that the passengers who had not yet taken their seats were already giving him strange looks.

"In short, social productivity has developed greatly, and human desires have greatly increased..." Fang Changle said in a deep voice.

It cannot be said that productivity hinders the development of spiritual practice. It can only be said that the higher the productivity, the stronger the human desires, and the less suitable such a worldly world is for spiritual practice.

The so-called Dharma-Ending Age may have come from this.

In such an era, even if one retreats into the mountains and swamps like the ancient Taoists, it is difficult to escape the filth of the world. Desires will grow and a catastrophe will be inevitable. The path of spiritual practice will be completely cut off. From then on, humans will no longer gather with immortals, and dragons will no longer live with snakes.

That is the true Dharma-Ending Age.

That is the real Jedi Heavenly Communication.

"You are such a talented person." Zhang Fan couldn't help but say.

Listening to Fang Changle's nonsense, he suddenly had a sense of déjà vu as if he were back in high school studying politics.

"Nonsense, I have participated in our Maoshan Social Cultivation Research Institute." Fang Changle said proudly.

"..."

Zhang Fan had never even heard of Maoshan, one of the ten famous Taoist mountains. How could there be such a place! ?

"The practice of Taoism must keep pace with the times and respond to the call of national policies." Fang Changle said earnestly.

"Young man, your awareness still needs to be improved."

As he spoke, Fang Changle grinned and patted Zhang Fan on the shoulder.

"You've succeeded in pretending this time." Zhang Fan said calmly.

"It's rare, rare..." Fang Changle said with a smile.

"Feel sorry!"

At this moment, a soft and gentle voice came from the side.

Zhang Fan subconsciously looked up and was in a trance. A tall beauty was standing next to him. She was wearing high heels, a long skirt, and a small shawl on her upper body. She looked graceful and elegant. She had delicate features, red lips and white teeth, and a cinnabar mole between her eyebrows. She was holding a train ticket in her hand and looked at Zhang Fan and Fang Changle for help.

"We are together, but our seats are not connected. Can I change seats with you?" The beauty with the cinnabar mole looked behind her.

Zhang Fan took the opportunity to look over and saw a young man following behind the beautiful woman with cinnabar mole. He looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old. He was dressed very fashionably and had a band on his head. He was playing a game on his mobile phone with his head down, and seemed to be completely immersed in the game.

"Then I'll pay you back."

Fang Changle was sitting at the outermost seat. When he saw the woman with a child, he stood up on his own initiative.

"Thank you for your help. My seat is row nine, seat B." The beauty with the cinnabar mole said gratefully.

"You're welcome." Fang Changle said casually, and then looked at Zhang Fan: "See you when you get off the car."

"Goodbye." Zhang Fan waved his hand and watched Fang Changle leave.

"Sorry for the trouble."

The beauty with the cinnabar mole sat next to Zhang Fan, and the child sat in the outermost seat.

"Miss, you are too polite." Zhang Fan said softly.

"Miss!?" The beautiful lady with cinnabar mole laughed in silence upon hearing the title.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Fan asked.

"I'm over 40 years old, old enough to be your mother."

"Over forty?"

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but look at the beauty in front of him again. The latter's skin was as smooth as a baby's, and there was not even a trace of wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. She looked to be around 20 or 30 years old.

"Um...Auntie takes really good care of herself." Zhang Fan said awkwardly.

If you think about it, the beautiful woman with a cinnabar mole in front of him is about the same age as his father. Zhang Lingzong is only in his early fifties this year.

"Have you got married, young man?" The beautiful woman with the cinnabar mole looked at Zhang Fan with a smile.

"Not yet. I just graduated last year." Zhang Fan laughed dryly.

"Would you like me to introduce you to some pretty girls? I know a lot of pretty girls."

"no need."

Zhang Fan waved his hands, but he was mumbling in his heart. Who would introduce someone right away? Especially when they were strangers.

"You look reliable, young man. You look a lot like a friend of mine." The beautiful woman with a cinnabar mole spoke softly, her smile fading but a hint of reminiscence appearing in her beautiful eyes.

"friend!?"

"Come to think of it, we haven't seen each other for many years."

"Life is unpredictable." Zhang Fan said calmly.

"Yes, people have grown old from ancient times to the present, and the moon rises and sets, bringing new things..." The beauty with the cinnabar mole spoke softly, looked at Zhang Fan, and couldn't help but smile.

"The young man is so young, but he has a lot of feelings about life."

"I was just talking nonsense." Zhang Fan chuckled.

"Where are you from, young man?" the beautiful lady with the cinnabar mole suddenly asked, changing the subject. "Yujing City."

"Who else is at home?"

"My dad." Zhang Fan felt that the beautiful woman in front of him was too enthusiastic, but he still replied politely.

"What about your mother?"

"She died many years ago." Zhang Fan whispered.

"Really? He's gone... He's gone..."

The beautiful woman with the cinnabar mole murmured softly, her eyes slightly unfocused.

"Sorry."

"It's ok."

Zhang Fan shook his head and wanted to say something, but he saw the beautiful woman with cinnabar mole holding her chin with one hand and slowly closing her eyes, as if she was a little tired.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan took out his mobile phone and opened the "pornographic book" first. The chat box of the thousand-year-old demon was still there, but the account had been cancelled for a long time.

"A thousand-year-old monster..." Zhang Fan murmured softly.

At this moment, the beautiful lady with the cinnabar mole next to her moved obviously, and her eyebrows slightly frowned.

Zhang Fan closed the "pornographic book" and opened Chaoxin again. Lin Jianyue's dialog box still did not pop up. Zhang Fan had sent her several messages, but there was no response.

"What's going on?" Zhang Fan's eyes darkened.

He asked Lin Jianyue to contact Zhao Jiexuan, and he got a reply a few days ago. Recently, Zhang Fan was too busy with the Fangya Mountain incident. Now that he had some time, he looked for Lin Jianyue for several days, but there was no reply from the other party.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan dialed Lin Jianyue's cell phone number.

"It's turned off!?" Zhang Fan frowned, feeling a little uneasy.

Before, Zhao Jiexuan had disappeared without a trace and suddenly lost contact. Now Lin Jianyue couldn't be contacted either.

This is very bad.

"Nothing will happen, right?" Zhang Fan murmured in his heart.

"The next stop is Yujing City Station..."

At this moment, a passenger reminder came from the radio. Zhang Fan raised his hand and Fang Changle, who was sitting in the front, had already stood up and waved to him, indicating that he should get off the bus.

"Auntie, please make way. I'm here." Zhang Fan took the gift and said politely.

The beautiful woman with the cinnabar mole patted the head of the child next to her and motioned for her to stand up. The child lowered his head and played with his mobile phone. He stood up on his own without saying a word.

Zhang Fan passed by the two of them and went straight to the car door.

"Young man..."

At this moment, the voice of the beauty with cinnabar mole came from behind.

"Auntie, is there anything else?" Zhang Fan asked, turning around.

"If we are destined to meet again, we will meet again." The beauty with cinnabar mole smiled.

"Okay." Zhang Fan nodded, turned and walked towards the car door. Through the window, he saw him and Fang Changle getting out of the car.

The beauty with the cinnabar mole watched his receding back until he disappeared from her sight.

"The east wind blows away the snow on the branches of plum trees, and brings back spring to the world overnight! From now on, spring should have feet, and the flowers and grasses will be full of vitality..." The beauty with the cinnabar mole murmured softly.

"Li Nu'er, how come time passes so quickly?"

The child next to him remained silent, as if he didn't hear anything, holding his phone horizontally, with light and shadows dancing on the screen.

“Even if the gods were here.”

"Enemy defense tower destroyed!"

"This wave is really invincible, brother!"

A hearty report was heard from the cell phone.

"If you don't respond again, I'm going to smash your damn phone." The beautiful woman with the cinnabar mole said calmly without even turning her head.

"Meow……"

As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of the child next to him suddenly lit up, his black pupils almost filled his entire eyes, his ears stood up with a flattering look, and he actually leaned against the beautiful woman with the cinnabar mole and rubbed against her.

Zhushazhi glanced at him coldly and took out a cat strip from the bag beside him. The children next to him stared at him and rubbed his cat strips even harder to flatter him.

The beautiful woman with the cinnabar mole threw the cat strips casually, and the child caught the precious cat strips and started enjoying them.

"Another spring has arrived, it's time for the dormant dragon to emerge from the abyss... just waiting for the sound of spring thunder."

The beauty with the cinnabar mole looked at the direction where Zhang Fan was going, murmured softly, and slowly closed her eyes. The next moment, the stopped high-speed train started slowly again and headed towards Shangjing City.

……

It was already 20:37 in the evening when Zhang Fan and Fang Changle left Yujing City High-speed Railway South Station.

"where are you going?"

"I'm going to the university town." Zhang Fan replied.

He had already made an appointment with Li Yishan in the car.

"Then I'll go back by myself. Maybe I'll have to go back to Maoshan in a couple of days."

It has been a while since Fang Changle came out. After all, he is the successor of Maoshan, and he can't always be idle and hang out with Zhang Fan.

Especially this trip to Huizhou Province, which greatly stimulated him.

Qin Ming, as the descendant of Mount Qiyun, had already reached the level of a great master. Although he was already dead, the feeling of powerlessness he had felt during the initial battle was like a brand, lingering in Fang Changle's mind and could not be shaken off.

No matter what, this time when he comes back, he must go into seclusion and strive for a higher realm.

"Old Fang, the Taoist Alliance and the Wuwei Sect have been fighting for so many years. Do you know how they are connected?" Zhang Fan suddenly asked.

"Contact? Who do you mean? The personnel inside Wuwei Sect are complicated and the hierarchy is strict. Members of different levels have different contact methods and security factors." Fang Changle replied.

"For example... the level of the thirteen zodiac animals."

Zhang Fan was always thinking about Lin Jianyue, and he felt that something had happened.

"If that kind of existence is so easy to find, then they are not the Thirteen Zodiac Signs." Fang Changle said lightly.

"That's true. I just asked casually." Zhang Fan shook his head: "Let's contact each other later."

As he spoke, he said goodbye to Fang Changle, took a taxi and headed straight to the university town.

……

University Town, Sanyang Street.

At this time, dinner has just passed and supper has not yet arrived, so the food stalls seem deserted.

When Zhang Fan arrived, Li Yishan was already there. The pot in front of him was steaming, and the table was full of dishes. The mutton was freshly cut and very fresh.

"You're so fast." Zhang Fan put down his luggage and sat down.

"Just got off the car?" Li Yishan asked casually as he looked at Zhang Fan's salute.

"I got here without stopping." Zhang Fan picked up the chopsticks and put the plate of mutton in front of him into the hot pot.

"How was your trip?" Li Yishan poured Zhang Fan a glass of white wine.

"Play!?"

Zhang Fan remained calm, picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp: "Not bad, I had a lot of fun, but there were too many people over there, it was dizzy and I couldn't tell them apart."

"If you can't tell the difference, just look twice more and you will be able to see it clearly."

As he spoke, Li Yishan poured Zhang Fan another glass of white wine.

Zhang Fan glanced at Li Yishan without saying anything. He picked up the wine glass again and drank it all. When he opened his mouth, it was full of alcohol and his face gradually became red.

"You can't drink much, and you drink so quickly." Li Yishan joked.

"Old Li, I want to ask you something." Zhang Fan suddenly said under the influence of alcohol.

"what's up?"

"Are you human?" Zhang Fan asked.

(End of this chapter)