Pure Yang!

Chapter 36: The Fallen Genius, the Northern Emperor's Evil Ghost

"My soul..."

Zhang Fan's eyes narrowed as he looked at his hands, a look of confusion on his face.

He didn't know whether he had just been trapped in the external scene and had an illusion, or whether he had been too tired from practicing martial arts recently and had developed a demon in his heart.

In the battle with Wen He, his soul was under such tremendous pressure for the first time. Since then, he often dreamed, and even during the day, the scene of that night ten years ago would emerge in his soul.

Zhang Lingzong told him that it was that night that his mother died in a car accident.

As for Zhang Fan, he also suffered a lot of trauma. Zhang Lingzong said that he suffered from traumatic selective amnesia. In the next two or three years, he visited many hospitals.

The car accident almost changed the fate of Zhang Fan's family. From then on, he depended on Zhang Lingzong for survival.

"I won't become a psychopath."

Zhang Fan muttered to himself, rubbed his temples, and returned to the dark night.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Fan found Jiang Lai sitting at his workstation, as if he had never seen him before.

"Was I the only one there just now?" Zhang Fan stared at Jiang Lai with a strange look on his face.

"Brother, you are not attracted to her, are you?"

At this moment, a faint sound came from the side, and Jiang Hulu appeared from nowhere like a maggot.

"No...no." Zhang Fan said calmly.

"I advise you to stay away from her... This woman is very powerful." Jiang Hu looked at Jiang Lai with a trace of lingering fear in his eyes, and reminded her in a low voice.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"did you see it?"

As he spoke, Jiang Hu suddenly opened his mouth and pointed at his own oral cavity.

"One slap knocked out two of my wisdom teeth!"

After the words fell, Jiang Hu looked towards Jiang Lai with some resentment: "This woman's hands are really dirty."

"What happened to you?" Zhang Fan asked suspiciously.

"As soon as I started working, my boss asked me to take her out to see the world..."

An unpleasant memory came to Jiang Hu's mind.

"That day at noon, we were having lunch at a restaurant. I saw a beautiful woman eating next to me, so I just complimented her..."

"She greeted me with a slap!"

As he spoke, Jiang Hu couldn't help but touch his face, as if the pain was still there.

"What are you praising?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"I just said..."

"Women who lick their chopsticks clean after eating deserve extra points!!!"

"..."

"Just tell me, was it wrong for me to praise you?" Jiang Hulu said with great sorrow.

"Just tell me whether you owe it or not." Zhang Fan muttered softly.

"what?"

"No...nothing..."

Zhang Fan gave a dry laugh, then slowly retracted his gaze and looked at his computer screen.

"Brother, I heard from Sister Wen that you are a Taoist priest from Zhenwu Mountain? A famous and upright sect." Jiang Hu asked in a familiar manner.

"What sect do you belong to?"

Zhang Fan's heart moved and he couldn't help but feel curious.

Ye Buliang is not the boss. There are four people in total. There is no need to mention Zhang Fan himself, and he is not sure about Jiang Lai and Lao Yu.

Wen He practices magic, and as for Jiang Hulu, I think he is not an ordinary person either, but I don’t know which master he learned from.

"talisman!"

Jiang Hu leaned back in his chair, stretched himself, and uttered two words casually.

"Talisman Sect!?"

Zhang Fan couldn't help but look at Jiang Hulu more. In the long history of Taoism, the Talisman School and the Alchemy School could be regarded as the earliest and most widely spread sects.

Nowadays, the methods of alchemy and talismans are found in the Dharma lineages of every mountain and temple.

Among them, the more famous ones are the talismans of the Shangqing Sect of Maoshan and the Tianshi Dao of Longhu Mountain.

"Which mountain did you go to learn martial arts?" Zhang Fan asked.

"Actually, I have never liked learning talismans since I was a child. What I want to learn is fortune-telling..."

Jiang Hu changed the subject, but did not respond to Zhang Fan's words. Instead, he continued talking on his own.

"Since I was young, I have been determined to become the most powerful fortune teller in the world..." Jiang Hu recalled his beautiful childhood dream.

"When you climb the 96,300 stone steps up the mountain to ask me for divination, I will tell you that accommodation will cost 1,800 yuan, including hot water, but not meals."

"..."

"What a pity, you went astray and actually learned talismans." Jiang Hu sighed. "So, who is your master?"

"By the way, brother, have you started learning magic now? I have something good..." Jiang Hulu continued to change the subject.

"Fanfan, don't ask anymore. Hulu has no master from the sect."

Just at this moment, Wen He came over and kindly came to the rescue.

“No master in the sect? Self-taught?” Zhang Fan asked puzzledly.

"There was one originally, but later I was expelled from the sect, so it is gone." Wen He smiled slightly.

"..."

"Sister Wen, can you please not bring this up?" Jiang Hu curled his lips.

"This..." Zhang Fan hesitated to speak. He really wanted to ask why Jiang Hu was expelled from the sect.

"Hu Lu is a genius. When he was sixteen, he knew all three hundred and sixty spells in the sect!"

Wen He seemed to see through Zhang Fan's thoughts and smiled slightly.

"Three hundred and sixty talismans!?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but be moved.

He knew that although some mountain sects also had a tradition of talisman inheritance, the total number was less than 360. To have such attainments at the age of 16 showed that he was extremely talented.

"When I was eighteen, I only knew 120 moves of the gourd."

"Um!?"

"Nineteen years old, only ninety left."

"Why are they getting less and less?" Zhang Fan looked puzzled.

"Hulu, how much do you know now?" Wen He asked casually.

"About eight or nine." Jiang Hu rolled his eyes and said casually.

“A fallen genius!?” Zhang Fan’s expression became more and more strange, and he couldn’t help but say, “I can’t expel you from my sect just because you keep going backwards.”

"Are you afraid that you will bring shame to your sect?"

"That's not the case." Wen He tried his best to prove Jiang Hu's innocence: "He was expelled from the sect because he set fire to the ancestral hall where the tablets of the ancestors were enshrined."

"..."

"I said I did it on purpose... bah... unintentionally, do you believe me?" Jiang Hu looked at Zhang Fan resentfully.

"I... can believe it!" Zhang Fan laughed dryly.

"Sister Wen, go get busy. The boss seems to be calling you."

"is it?"

Jiang Hu glanced and sent Wen He away. He moved closer to Zhang Fan, hooked his shoulder, and looked at the post on the computer screen.

"Brother, I heard from Sister Wen that you have already passed the [Qigong] level and are ready to start practicing magic?"

"Still exploring." Zhang Fan nodded.

Practicing magic is not like carrying and collecting herbs, nor can you just pick up any magic to practice. He still has no idea.

"I have a good idea that I can give you for free..."

"Weren't you expelled from the sect?" Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, then said with a strange look.

Being expelled from the sect and passing on the sect's methods to others is a taboo in the Taoist sect. If discovered, both the person passing on the methods and the students would be...

"What's so good about learning talismans?" Jiang Hu shook his head: "Not even dogs would learn that..."

"When I was expelled from my sect, I met a master when I went down the mountain. I followed him for half a year before he taught me a method..."

"I have put a lot of effort into learning this method."

"You've finally learned it, so you can teach me?" Zhang Fan looked alert.

Just a colleague, why is he teaching me the Dharma the first time we met? How come it looks like a scam! ?

"I learned it, but I didn't master it." Jiang Hu said somewhat embarrassedly.

"The person who taught me this method said that this method has many taboos. I should teach it to others if I have a chance. Otherwise..."

At this point, Jiang Hu's expression became more and more unnatural: "You have seen that kind of post..."

"What post?"

"If you don't turn around, your whole family will die!"

"..."

"I have found many people over the years, but if one of them doesn't learn it, I can't pass on this hot potato."

Jiang Hu held his head in his hands, feeling quite helpless.

"I don't want to learn anymore..." Zhang Fan refused politely.

"Why don't you listen to what the Dharma is first?"

"what?"

"The Northern Emperor's Demon Killing Technique!" Jiang Hulu uttered a name.

(End of this chapter)