Pure Yang!

Chapter 59 Security guard Liu Shu, Jiang Lai's soul

Five o'clock in the morning.

The Hongfu Garden community still seemed deserted, with only a few aunts and uncles sitting under a big tree chatting and talking about family matters.

Looking at their beaming expressions, I wonder who has been disgraced in their mouths.

Zhang Fan walked out of the balcony and took a deep breath.

Even though he took the sleeping pills left by Zhang Lingzong last night, he only slept for more than three hours.

After waking up, he no longer had that splitting headache. Instead, he felt full of energy and vigor. The most important thing was that Zhang Fan felt that the true yang in his body had increased dramatically.

This is almost equivalent to his months of hard work.

In this way, he could at least practice two or three of the minor techniques in the [Northern Emperor's Technique] within a period of time.

It should be noted that once a magician has mastered the twelve minor arts, he will be granted the rank of [Xuanshi].

"What the hell? Am I really a genius? Can I practice even while sleeping? But how did I get back yesterday?"

Zhang Fan walked aimlessly in the community, with a look of confusion in his eyes.

His memory still stayed at the moment when he fought with Cao Wushang yesterday. Apart from that, he had no other impression.

"He sent me back? This shouldn't be possible..." Zhang Fan murmured.

Could it be that the other party hurt him and felt guilty about it, so he sent him back.

But Cao Wushang doesn't look like a good person with a conscience!
"Go ask him?" Zhang Fan spat as soon as the thought came to his mind.

"I'm a victim, shouldn't he be the one to offer condolences and apologies? Pah..."

"Xiao Fan..."

At this moment, a contemptuous and kind voice sounded in his ears, bringing Zhang Fan back to his senses.

Zhang Fan looked in the direction of the voice and found himself at the gate of the community. In the security room, an old security guard in his 40s or 50s was waving at him cordially...

He was slightly plump, with a kind and gentle face and graying temples. Although it was midsummer, he was wearing a black glove on his right hand, which looked a little out of place.

"Uncle Liu, good morning!" Zhang Fa waved and greeted him warmly.

Liu Fusheng, the security guard of Hongfu Garden, is also one of Zhang Lingzong's few friends.

Zhang Fan remembered that ever since they moved here, Uncle Liu had come to this community to work as a security guard. On weekdays, when Zhang Lingzong was out working, Liu Fusheng would take good care of Zhang Fan.

As for his right hand...

Zhang Lingzong told me that when Uncle Liu was young, he worked in a factory. Due to an accident, the fingers on his right hand were crushed by a lathe, so he felt a little inferior and wore gloves all year round, fearing that others would look at him strangely. But over time, he got used to it.

"Xiao Fan is here quite early today..."

Liu Fusheng waved his hand and opened the lunch box on the table. Inside was a fragrant, hot bun, and there was soy milk next to it...

"I don't know what's wrong with me lately. I can't sleep well." Zhang Fan said casually.

Liu Fusheng paused for a moment: "Young people, it's normal to feel stressed when they first enter society..."

"You haven't had breakfast yet, come and have something to eat with uncle," Liu Fusheng said.

"Come over when you're free. Uncle Liu will make you some soup and teach you how to write..."

"People nowadays...are under a lot of pressure. Practicing calligraphy can help calm your mind."

As he spoke, Liu Fusheng left only one big meat bun for himself, and pushed the rest, including the lunch box, in front of Zhang Fan.

"Uncle Liu, can you write?" Zhang Fan asked casually.

"Hey, don't look at Uncle Liu like this..." Liu Fusheng raised his gloved right hand and showed a kind and gentle smile.

"But this handwriting is very beautiful..."

"It's a pity that most young people nowadays are restless and irritable... Practicing calligraphy requires a calm mind..." Liu Fusheng shook his head and sighed.

Zhang Fan didn't expect that Uncle Liu, who has been working as a security guard for so many years, has such elegant hobbies in private.

"Uncle, did you see...someone take me back last night?" Zhang Fan was eating buns and drinking soy milk.

"I wasn't on duty last night."

Liu Fusheng grinned, revealing an ambiguous smile: "Are you dating a girlfriend?"

"No...I...forget it..." Zhang Fan wanted to explain, but didn't know where to start. He could only lower his head and eat the buns awkwardly.

"Young man, don't be embarrassed. I've been through this before and I understand." Liu Fusheng patted Zhang Fan on the shoulder.

"Well... Uncle, I'm full."

Zhang Fan quickly stuffed half of the bun into his mouth, turned around and left. "Eat more, you only ate five..." Liu Fusheng said.

"I still have to go to work...Uncle, don't tell my dad about this."

Zhang Fan ran out of the community like a rabbit bursting its nest.

……

Nine o'clock in the morning, Taoyuan Square.

As soon as she arrived at the company, Wen He, wearing shiny black high heels, stuffed a list into Zhang Fan's hand.

"what?"

"Fill out the outbound order and send a batch of goods with Jiang Hu in the afternoon." Wen He said with a smile.

"Where to send it?" Zhang Fan asked casually.

"Yujing Shen family!"

Jiang Hu rushed out from behind Zhang Fan like a ghost.

"The Shen family..."

Before, Wen He gave Zhang Fan a list, which recorded all the large and small hermits and families in Yujing City, many of whom were Ye Buyang’s clients.

For example, the He family who trained horses before.

The Shen family of Yujing is a family of talisman makers. It is said that their ancestors settled here during the Ming and Qing dynasties. Their skills in making talisman paper, talisman pens, and talisman ink are unparalleled in the world. Many Taoist priests of the talisman school often purchase goods from them all year round.

Among them, Maoshan Shangqing Sect is one of their largest customers.

Therefore, the relationship between the Yujing Shen family and Maoshan is very good.

"Just the two of us?" Zhang Fan asked casually.

"It's not good for just the two of us?" Jiang Hu nodded with his elbow and whispered, "There is a commission for this shipment..."

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

He is still in the internship period. After deducting five insurances and one fund, his monthly salary is less than 4,000 yuan, which is barely enough to support himself.

The four keys to spiritual practice are Dharma, companion, wealth and place.

If you want to reach a higher level, especially in the later stages, you can’t do it without money.

"How many can there be?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

At this moment, the dark door was pushed open. Zhang Fan caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye and was stunned for a moment.

"Jiang Lai!"

Jiang Lai hasn't come for a week since the He family incident. She has become much thinner, her skin has become fairer, and her hair is shoulder-length. She still looks ethereal and beautiful.

"Are you okay?" Zhang Fan asked.

"It's okay." Jiang Lai returned to his workstation and nodded.

"I'll treat you to lunch at noon, chopped pepper fish head!"

Zhang Fan took a quick glance and saw that Lao Yu was not there, so he whispered.

"Zhang Fan, stop running around!"

Jiang Lai's bright eyes met Zhang Fan's.

"..."

"I can guarantee that I won't die as much as possible!" Zhang Fan said with a pout.

At this time, in the office, Bai Bu Ran was looking outside through the blinds.

"Boss, how can nothing happen when you use your body to control the dragon vein?" Lao Yu raised the doubts in his mind.

Not to mention that ordinary people simply don't have such means. If that were true, the person would probably have died long ago.

"There's something strange about your relative." Yu Fu paused for a moment and looked at Bai Bu Ran meaningfully.

"You're right..." Bai Bu Ran's eyes narrowed slightly and he nodded slightly.

"She is indeed eccentric."

"Where?" Yu Fu raised his eyebrows and asked.

"She seems... to have no soul!?" Bai Bu Ran said uncertainly.

(End of this chapter)