Pure Yang!

Chapter 322 Zhang Sheng and Zhang Fan! Chu Chaoran's last disciples
Yujing City, Zhang family’s old house.

The bright moon hangs high in the sky like a jade plate, with a few lonely big stars around it.

The cicadas chirp rapidly and incessantly in the midsummer night, adding a touch of the atmosphere of everyday life to the noise.

There was a dim light in the kitchen, and a graceful figure was busy with her work with her head down.

"If you want to learn to be an immortal, to fly to the sky on a crane, to turn stones into gold, which is beyond description, you must go to Mount Laoshan to learn..."

Young Zhang Fan was lying on the table, doing his homework while watching the cartoons on TV.

"Brother, the multiplication formula is so hard to memorize, even harder than the Golden Light Mantra..."

Zhang Fan bit the tip of his pen, with his head hanging like a defeated rooster.

boom……

At this moment, a tattered book came from behind and hit Zhang Fan's little head.

"I'll recite it right away..." Young Zhang Fan sniffed, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

"Xiao Fan, call your brother to eat."

At this moment, Li Linglong's voice came from the kitchen, and she was seen wearing an apron, carrying dishes to the small dining table in the yard.

"Mom, my brother said he doesn't want to eat." Zhang Fan responded immediately.

"Ask him if he has become an immortal." Li Linglong's voice came while she was busy.

"Mom, my brother said not yet."

"Then don't make yourself uncomfortable."

Li Linglong's voice came again from the kitchen, revealing the majesty of a mother.

"Mom, my brother said..."

"Xiao Fan."

At this moment, a little girl poked her head out from outside the window. She had two ponytails and a little red on her fair face between her eyebrows.

"Xiaofang, you scared me." Zhang Fan saw who was coming and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Come to my house and play. My dad is back from a business trip and brought me a lot of toys." The little girl with twin ponytails invited.

"No, it's time for dinner soon." Zhang Fan glanced cautiously in the direction of the kitchen.

"Just go secretly and come back soon." suggested the little girl with twin ponytails.

"It still doesn't work. My brother is watching."

As he spoke, Zhang Fan pointed behind him.

The little girl with twin ponytails was stunned for a moment, then looked through the window towards the room behind Zhang Fan.

"What nonsense are you talking about."

The little girl with twin ponytails stared at Zhang Fan with a strange look.

"If I sneak out to play, my brother will definitely tell on me." Zhang Fan shook his head.

"Zhang Fan, if you keep saying weird things, I will ignore you."

The little girl with twin ponytails frowned and took a step back, a hint of fear in her eyes.

"What strange words?" Zhang Fan asked in surprise.

"You are the only one here, where did your brother come from?"

The little girl with twin ponytails pointed at the empty room behind Zhang Fan, turned around and ran, escaping from Zhang Fan's yard in a flash.

"Bad Zhang Fan, I will never talk to you again."

Zhang Fan looked at Xiaofang leaving with a confused look on his face. He subconsciously turned his head and murmured softly.

"Brother, what happened to her?"

There was no response in the empty room.

"Xiao Fan, you saw that weird girl again."

After a moment, a faint voice was heard and fell into the empty room.

In the kitchen, smoke rose from the chimney, as if a huge furnace was refining elixir.

In the master bedroom of the old house, black and white colors flow, like the flickering light and shadow on a black and white TV, constantly appearing and disappearing.

On a midsummer night, the bright moon hangs high in the sky, bright red like the eyes of a fox, looking at the world indifferently.

call……

On the plane, Zhang Fan suddenly opened his eyes.

"what happened?"

Li Miaoyin sat beside him, watching Zhang Fan wake up and asking him with concern.

"Nothing, I just dreamed about my childhood." Zhang Fan shook his head.

"Are you dreaming?" Li Miaoyin asked curiously, "I heard that if you practice the Divine and Demonic Saint Embryo, you almost don't need to sleep."

He was so full of energy that he didn't feel like sleeping. He was cultivating the Holy Fetus of Gods and Demons. His spirit became so powerful that he almost never slept.

Because of this, they spend twice as much time practicing as ordinary people, except for the lazy ones, of course.

“Maybe he just merged with the gods and needs some adaptation.” Zhang Fan whispered.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Li Miaoyin asked with concern.

She knew that when Zhang Fan merged his spirit, he killed the Three Corpse Gods. Those creatures regarded him as nourishment and stole his soul, causing considerable impact on him.

"It's okay." Zhang Fan shook his head.

He took off his clothes at dawn and used the divine and demonic fetus to suppress the three corpses, but it did not have much effect. At most, it only suppressed part of the power of the soul.

Even so, his current spirit is much stronger than before.

At present, the most troublesome thing is how to find the strange Three Corpse Gods.

The existence of that thing really made Zhang Fan feel uneasy.

"We are almost reaching Yujing." Li Miaoyin whispered.

"Are we almost there yet?"

Zhang Fan played with the black iron piece in his hand, calmed his mind, suppressed his thoughts, and watched the lights of thousands of homes gradually appearing outside the window.

"Have you told Lao Li?" Zhang Fan picked up the mineral water and took a sip.

"I told him before boarding the plane that we will arrive tonight..." Li Miaoyin was quite attentive.

"I also told him that you took good care of me along the way."

puff...

Zhang Fan's hand holding the mineral water bottle trembled violently, and he was choked by the water and almost spit it out.

Such a commotion instantly attracted the attention of Qi Delong, Qi Dongqiang, Fang Changle, and Xia Weisheng who were sitting in the front, and they all turned to look.

"Why are you reacting so strongly?" Li Miaoyin patted Zhang Fan on the back to help him breathe, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

"What do you mean I take good care of you?" Zhang Fan gritted his teeth and lowered his voice.

At this time, Xia Weisheng and others had already pricked up their ears, their eyes watching their noses, their noses watching their hearts, and their minds observing the surroundings, not wanting to miss any movement.

"I was praising you! Didn't you hear it?" Li Miaoyin smiled softly.

"If you say that, he will think..." Zhang Fan curled his lips and hesitated to speak.

"Why?" Li Miaoyin stared at Zhang Fan, her smile no longer suppressed.

"You thought I took good care of you." Zhang Fan said helplessly.

"Day or night?"

"You win." Zhang Fan leaned back in his seat.

He had to admit that Li Miaoyin was a hundred times more terrifying than Li Changgeng.

"Don't worry, I didn't tell him." Li Miaoyin patted Zhang Fan on the head and comforted him.

"That's more like it..." Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression changed immediately.

"Why should I be so confident? Is there anything I need to hide from him?"

"Then why are you nervous?" Li Miaoyin asked.

"..."

“Even if you have great magical powers, even if you practice the highest alchemy method, as long as you are in this mortal world, there will be disasters and nemesis.”

Qi Delong exclaimed.

"Mr. Fan's biggest nemesis is not the Three Corpses."

Fang Changle murmured softly.

"It's a woman." Qi Delong and Fang Changle looked at each other and said in unison.

Xia Weisheng sat nearby, silent, with his ears pricked up, listening carefully, not wanting to miss a single word. The horror of the Bodhisattva realm was undoubtedly demonstrated at this moment.

A moment later, the silver-white plane landed at the Yujing City South Suburb Airport.

Fang Changle had already arranged a car to pick them up at the airport and took them directly to the Guangming Hotel in the city center.

This five-star hotel is Maoshan’s property in Yujing City.

Since he was already in his own territory, as a descendant of Maoshan, Fang Changle must of course fulfill his duties as a good host.

"Thank you all for helping me this time. I'm grateful for your help. I'll treat you tomorrow." Zhang Fan bowed.

It’s getting late, so we’ll have to postpone the gathering to tomorrow.

"See you tomorrow." Li Miaoyin waved.

"Okay, see you tomorrow." Zhang Fan looked at her and nodded.

……

It’s late at night, Hongfu Garden.

It was already past eleven o'clock in the evening when Zhang Fan got out of the car. He walked to the gate of the community. The lights in the security room were still on. Faintly, he saw a chubby figure leaning out of the window.

"Xiao Fan? I saw it from a distance and it looked like it was you." Liu Fusheng greeted.

"Uncle Liu..." Zhang Fan said enthusiastically.

When he came back to see Liu Fusheng this time, he felt very close to him. When he was a child, he ate Liu Fusheng's food more than Li Linglong's food.

"Did your outing go smoothly this time? Xiaofan, you've been going out all the time for no reason recently." Liu Fusheng asked with concern.

"It went pretty smoothly. I won't run around aimlessly this time when I come back." Zhang Fan chuckled.

"That's what I said. There's no place like home. Only when you stay at home can you feel at peace."

Liu Fusheng grinned and pushed his reading glasses: "Come to my uncle's place tomorrow morning to eat buns."

"Okay, I'd rather have pork stuffing with fennel. That was my favorite when I was a kid."

"No problem, it's getting late, let's go back first."

"Well, uncle, I'm leaving first."

Zhang Fan greeted him and walked in.

Liu Fusheng looked at his receding back and was about to pull down the window when suddenly, his outstretched hand stopped in mid-air. He turned his head abruptly and looked in the direction where Zhang Fan was going.

"When I was a kid!?"

"He escaped!?"

Liu Fusheng murmured softly, with a look of deep suspicion in his eyes.

After returning home, Zhang Fan put down his backpack. The house looked particularly deserted under the dim light.

In the past, Zhang Lingzong would come back every now and then and stay for a while, but now, even Zhang Fan goes out from time to time.

"Maybe we should find an opportunity to go to Ailao Mountain!?"

Zhang Fan seemed to be lost in thought. Although he succeeded in merging with the gods, he still had many questions in his mind that he wanted to ask in front of Zhang Lingzong.

After all, their family affairs were always kept behind his back.

I don’t know if it was because he was still young at the time.

"talk later."

Zhang Fan shook his head, suppressed his running thoughts, took out a photo frame from his backpack and placed it on the table.

The bright moonlight poured through the window and shone on the group photo, which was a photo commemorating the victory of the Battle of Shiwandashan.

……

The next day, Guangming Hotel.

Quiet Hall.

Since Zhang Fan was the host, he naturally arrived very early. Fang Changle and Qi Delong also sat down.

"By the way, the thing I helped you fix last time is now ready."

As he spoke, Fang Changle took out a paper bag from behind him and pushed it in front of Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan took out a magic seal from it, which was the mighty golden seal for suppressing demons.

"The seal of Mount Longhu!?"

Qi Delong is worthy of being the successor of Laojun Mountain. He has a unique vision and recognized it at a glance.

The Dharma Seal is one of the most common magic weapons in Taoism, but in terms of mystery, there is no seal in the world that can match the one in Longhu Mountain.

"It's finally fixed."

Zhang Fan looked at the [Weiling Demon-Suppressing Golden Seal] and found that the cracks had long disappeared. The golden light it once had was much more restrained, and when he held it in his hand, it felt heavier and had a very comfortable feel.

"It's Maoshan's craftsmanship after all." Zhang Fan sighed.

He could feel that the [Weiling Demon-Suppressing Golden Seal] was more powerful than before.

Although it is still the [Yellow Feather Magic Weapon], it is almost three hundred years old.

You must know that if it lasts more than three hundred years, it will be the Qingyu magic weapon.

Taoist magic weapons require time to be polished and incense must be offered day and night to gain the foundation and advance step by step.

But there are still ways to take shortcuts and upgrade the quality, such as using the roots of other high-quality magic weapons, or integrating rare treasures that are naturally born and raised, etc.

This is what is called exchanging space for time, saving time by reallocating resources.

Just like this time when repairing the [Weiling Demon-Suppressing Golden Seal], Maoshan used a fragment of the Qingyu magic weapon as its foundation and integrated it into the seal to achieve such an effect.

When all was said and done, the more than one million that Zhang Fan paid in advance was actually not enough.

"The quality of this Wei Ling Golden Seal for Suppressing Demons is quite good. Otherwise, it would not be possible to repair it to such a high standard." Fang Changle said in a serious tone.

Even if it is upgraded, it depends on whether the original magic weapon is qualified. Not all magic weapons can exchange space for time.

"The elders in the sect said that if this seal is nurtured a little longer, it can be upgraded to a Qingyu magic weapon."

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Fan's eyes lit up.

The Qingyu magic weapon can be passed down from generation to generation and is almost as valuable as his white bone relic.

"Please keep it well." Fang Changle reminded.

"Don't worry." Zhang Fan smiled and put the Wei Ling Demon-Suppressing Golden Seal into his pocket.

hum...

Just then, the door opened.

Li Miaoyin and Xia Weisheng arrived late. After all, they were girls, so they were always slower in dressing up and going out.

However, both of them are beauties, and although they don't wear any makeup, they are still radiant.

Li Miaoyin was wearing tight jeans and a white shirt as usual, looking heroic yet feminine.

Xia Weisheng, on the other hand, was wearing a short skirt and shiny black leather shoes today, which formed a sharp contrast with her outfit in the mountains.

"Weisheng, your coming down the mountain this time can be described as a dragon returning to the sea and a tiger entering the mountains." Qi Delong couldn't help but teased.

"It's rare for me to go down the mountain." Xia Weisheng curled his lips: "I have to go back in two days."

After hearing this, Qi Dongqiang couldn't help but say, "It's about Master Chaoran accepting a disciple."

"The last disciple of Master Chaoran."

As he spoke, Fang Changle couldn't help but look at Zhang Fan: "Boss Fan, I'm afraid you're going to be busy again."

"This is a great opportunity. Even if I have to work myself to the point of vomiting blood, I should be willing to do it."

Qi Delong couldn't help laughing.

In their eyes, Zhang Fan was so special. He was already known as a disciple of Zhenwu Mountain. With such cultivation and talent, although Zhenwu Mountain had not yet announced it, those around Zhang Fan knew that the so-called closed disciple of Master Chaoran was most likely Zhang Fan.

Just wait for the day to announce it to the world.

"Lao Zhang, you have to prepare in advance." Qi Delong congratulated.

"What you said..." Zhang Fan smiled. In fact, he had already guessed and prepared for it.

"My master accepts a closed disciple. What does this have to do with him?"

At this moment, Xia Weisheng's words stunned everyone.

"Huh? What do you mean? Isn't it President Fan?" Fang Changle said in surprise.

"Who said it was him?" Xia Weisheng asked curiously.

(End of this chapter)