Pure Yang!

Chapter 89 Young Zhang Fan! Hidden Dragon Invincible

11:37pm.

Old Town, No. 101 Xiangliu Street.

Laojiu Shabu Shabu Restaurant.

“Is there a shabu-shabu restaurant here?”

Zhang Fan followed his two uncles to the door and was stunned for a moment.

This place is only two streets away from Hongfu Garden. He has lived here for so many years but has never paid attention to it. Judging from the facade, it seems to be an old brand, but it is a bit remote.

There are almost no people on this old street anymore, only old people; the young people have already moved away.

Now that it is the hottest summer day, business is even quieter. When I walked in, I saw that the shabby tables were covered with greasy stains and the wooden benches seemed to have been discarded from schools in the past, and some of them were missing legs.

The hanging light bulb was supported by a long electric wire, swinging in the air, which looked a little dazzling.

The fact that the company has not gone bankrupt in such an environment is simply a business miracle.

"Uncle... why don't we go to another one?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but say.

"It's this one...your father used to come here often." Xiong Sanqi said lightly.

"My dad? Why hasn't he brought me here?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"Why haven't I brought you here before? But since you ate..."

"Cough cough cough..."

Before Xiong Sanqi finished speaking, Liu Fusheng coughed twice.

"What to eat?" Zhang Fan asked.

"After you had an upset stomach, your mother didn't let you come again." Xiong Sanqi said with a smile.

"Is my mother strict?" Zhang Fan asked. His impression of his mother was becoming increasingly vague.

"Strict... of course she is strict... everyone is afraid of her, who lets her eat..."

"Cough cough cough..."

Liu Fusheng coughed twice more. Facing Zhang Fan's gaze, he couldn't help but laugh dryly, "I'm old, and I've been using the air conditioner too much recently. My throat is a little uncomfortable."

"Uncle Sanqi, what did you say about my mother just now?" Zhang Fan turned around and looked at Xiong Sanqi.

"I said...she eats in a rather fierce manner. We don't dare to speak when she eats." Xiong Sanqi laughed dryly.

"Come on, come on, let's sit there."

As he spoke, Xiong Sanqi pointed to a table in the corner and led Zhang Fan over.

Liu Fusheng was behind and gave Xiong Sanqi a hard pull.

"Is your mouth leaking?"

"I was just trying to say something to you. Can you please stop coughing all the time? Why are you being so clever? You're already old..."

Xiong Sanqi glared at him fiercely and then walked over.

"Master Jiu, order the food."

Xiong Sanqi patted the table, and soon, a hunchbacked, bald-headed old man came out from the kitchen...

Although it was the hottest time of summer, he was wearing a black long-sleeved shirt and looked a little stuffy.

"Xiong's boy, you're back." The bald old man walked to the table and glanced at Xiong Sanqi.

"The Xiong family?"

Zhang Fan's heart was slightly moved. This Uncle Sanqi's surname is Xiong! ?
"Master Jiu, I haven't seen you for a few years. You're not dead yet." Xiong Sanqi grinned.

"Liu Fusheng, why did you bring this stinky mouth again?" Jiu Ye looked at Liu Fusheng next to him.

"Please bear with me." Liu Fusheng laughed dryly.

"Who is this……"

At this moment, Jiu Ye's eyes narrowed slightly and he looked at Zhang Fan next to him.

In this old store, young faces like this are rare.

"He is Zhang Fan."

Xiong Sanqi and Liu Fusheng looked at each other, lowered their heads, and said lightly.

"That little brat from Zhang Lingzong's family!?"

A strange light suddenly flashed in Jiu Ye's turbid eyes, which seemed brighter than the old light bulb above his head.

"Hello, Grandpa Jiu." Zhang Fan stood up and called respectfully.

He could see that this old man was not only the boss here, but also knew his two uncles quite well, so he could be considered his elder.

"Good people don't live long, but evil people live for a thousand years." Master Jiu stared at Zhang Fan and then grinned.

"Wait, I'll prepare the food for you."

"We haven't ordered yet." Xiong Sanqi greeted Jiu Ye as he turned around.

"No need to order, just those few."

"Uncle, was he talking about me just now?" Zhang Fan asked with a strange look on his face.

"Don't pay attention to him. He's old and has Alzheimer's."

As he spoke, Xiong Sanqi took out bottle after bottle of Malanshan Erguotou from his bag, opened the lids, and a strong smell of alcohol filled the air.

"Come, have a drink with uncle."

As he spoke, Xiong Sanqi pushed a bottle directly in front of Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan curled his lips, unable to refuse.

A moment later, plates of freshly cut meat were served on the table. No one knew what kind of meat it was, but it was three parts fat and seven parts lean. It was roasted on an iron plate until it was sizzling with oil, and served with onions and leeks. The tempting aroma of the meat could fill half the street.

"Uncle, what kind of meat is this? It smells so good."

Zhang Fan picked up a piece of meat, wrapped it in lettuce, dipped it in soybean paste, and ate it in one bite. The fat dripped onto the table, and the aroma of meat in his mouth almost melted his tongue.

He had never eaten such delicious barbecue.

"Hey, isn't this the..."

"Pork belly...Pork belly..." Liu Fusheng interjected.

"Pork belly? What kind of pork belly is so delicious in their restaurant?"

"Tujia pigs are raised in the mountains, drink mountain spring water, and eat grains. How can they not be delicious?" Liu Fusheng said casually.

"Come on, Xiaofan, eat more."

As he spoke, Liu Fusheng picked up a piece of meat and put it on the plate in front of Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan couldn't stop eating. From the corner of his eye he saw Mr. Jiu standing in front of the counter, his narrowed eyes never leaving him.

As the night deepened, it started to rain heavily outside and the thunder rumbled continuously.

On a midsummer night, hiding in a small restaurant like this, listening to the thunder and rain, eating meat and drinking wine is a unique experience.

"Uncle Sanqi, have I seen you when I was a child?" Zhang Fan asked while drunk.

"Yes, I have. I have seen you often. You still had some flesh on your face back then..." Xiong Sanqi started talking.

"You were more likable then than you are now, especially when you killed people..."

"Cough cough cough..."

Liu Fusheng's throat was indeed not feeling well, and he coughed twice, just in time to interrupt Xiong Sanqi's words.

"Murder!?" Zhang Fan was stunned.

"Murder...you've heard so many stories that you always pester your uncle to accompany you." Xiong Sanqi picked up the wine, tilted his head back and drank it down in big gulps.

"See, I told you to tell fewer bloody stories. They're unhealthy and not conducive to the physical and mental growth of minors." Liu Fusheng grinned.

At the same time, he glared at Xiong Sanqi who had a meaningful look on his face.

"By the way, nephew, do you still remember that... that person..."

"Li Changgeng!?"

"Li Changgeng?" Zhang Fan chewed on the name, racking his brain, and then shook his head. He had no impression of this name in his memory.

"Who is he?"

"Oh, forget it if you can't remember." Xiong Sanqi waved his hand: "It's not very important."

"Come on, come on, drink a few more glasses with me."

As he spoke, Xiong Sanqi took out two bottles of wine from his bag.

Half an hour later, Zhang Fan finally couldn't hold on any longer. Reeking of alcohol, he fell on the table, resting his head on his arms, and fell asleep.

"My nephew can't drink much." Xiong Sanqi grinned, and his breath was as pungent as evaporating alcohol.

"What are you doing back this time?"

At this time, it seemed that only Xiong Sanqi and Liu Fusheng were left in the small hot pot restaurant. "The boss said... he went to Zhenwu Mountain and he was a completely different person when he came back."

Xiong Sanqi put down the bottle of wine in his hand, but there was no sign of drunkenness on his face.

"Is this life?"

"You haven't answered my question yet." Liu Fusheng said in a deep voice.

“You should know… the three disasters are not so easy to overcome.” Xiong Sanqi said coldly.

The holy fetus of a god or demon will surely suffer the three disasters.

The great night without dawn is just one of them, called the eternal night disaster.

"A latent dragon should not be used... Our eldest nephew is not an idle one. He has already made full preparations." Xiong Sanqian murmured softly as he looked at Zhang Fan who was drunk and unconscious.

"He wants to escape."

"Yes... from the moment he came down from Zhenwu Mountain, he had already started to escape from the disaster." Xiong Sanqi said in a deep voice.

"The Great Method of Dividing the Spirits, using one to transform into three, the good spirit returns to the body, the evil spirit hides in the yin, and as for the evil spirit..."

Xiong Sanqian paused and looked solemn.

The method of distracting the mind is mysterious and unpredictable. Any mistake will lead to eternal damnation.

This was a risky move that he had made in order to escape from the dark night.

The original spirit was split into three, with the good god as the dominant one and still remaining in the body, the evil god was left in the Xiong family in Yinshan, and as for the most critical evil god.

"It might be in Baihe Temple." Xiong Sanqi said in a deep voice.

"Why are you there?" Liu Fusheng frowned.

Baihe Temple is not the largest Taoist temple in the world, and it has not even occupied a famous mountain or river, but it is in Shangjing, in the capital...

That represents the highest authority.

"That Li Changgeng from Baihe Temple... is incredible. Although he is very young, he has the demeanor of a terrifying dragon. He is much more terrifying than he was back then." Xiong Sanqi said in a serious tone.

"There are talented people from generation to generation, and each of them leads the way for hundreds of years."

"Have you seen that kid? We only met once back then, and you should have killed him." Liu Fusheng said coldly.

He knew how terrifying the successor cultivated by Baihe Temple was. The reason was simple: he was practicing one of the nine legends, [Seizing the Fortune of Heaven and Earth].

"That kid can no longer be manipulated at will."

Xiong Sanqian flicked his finger gently, and his gaze fell on Zhang Fan.

"If he can't escape, I hope I won't encounter him again in this life."

After he finished speaking, Zhang Fan, who was lying on the table, rested his forehead on his arms, face downward. His eyes, which were open at this time, slowly closed, and no one could see his expression.

……

Late at night, Shangjing City.

White Crane View.

In an alchemy room, a flickering firelight vaguely illuminated the outline of a human figure in the corner. At this moment, a pair of bright eyes were staring at the TV screen, on which was a video that was a little blurry and mixed with white flakes.

In the dark night with the bright moon hanging high in the sky, bursts of roaring sounds were heard from the lush forest.

"Retreat quickly... retreat quickly... don't treat him as an ordinary little devil..."

Accompanied by a roar, more than a dozen figures rushed out from the dense forest and appeared in the picture.

Under the floating moonlight, a young boy walked out slowly. He looked to be about eleven or twelve years old, wearing sportswear, white canvas shoes, and had a chubby face.

He had a cold expression, his eyes fixed like a line as he swept over everyone.

"Don't use your soul to fight him... You can't win... This kid is also practicing..."

"The Holy Fetus of Gods and Demons!!!"

hum...

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man took a step forward and disappeared from where he had been standing. Then, he appeared behind the person who had given the reminder like a ghost.

Rumble…

The powerful pressure from his soul made the man lose his ability to move instantly, his eyes were bleeding, he held his head with a look of pain, and then, his head exploded.

boom……

At this moment, the ground began to float like waves, and a pair of large hands suddenly stretched out and grabbed the boy's legs.

"Burial!" The young man made a gesture with one hand and whispered.

In an instant, the ground beneath his feet boiled like huge waves, and the sand and gravel surged and crushed, and in a flash, the person underground was crushed into a ball of meat paste.

"Wind Grip!"

At this moment, the two Taoists attacked at the same time, and a strong gust of wind came up, like a knife, covering the young man.

"cremation!"

Just as he finished speaking, a real flame suddenly rose up, which turned out to be the reverse of the strong wind and went against the current. In an instant, it ignited the bodies of the two Taoists.

The sound of screams of pain resounded through the moonlit night, as if coming from purgatory.

"Five Elements Burial Technique!?"

A middle-aged Taoist priest showed a look of horror, and almost at the same time, the young man disappeared from his sight.

"Oops!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest's heart skipped a beat, and a small hand landed on his head.

The immortal strokes my head, and his strength opens up my soul.

hum...

Blood splattered, staining the sky, and the middle-aged Taoist priest fell straight into a pool of blood.

Almost at the same time, sword light flashed, and a young Taoist holding a magic sword appeared behind the young man.

call……

A sword broke through the air, like a white silk attacking. At this moment, the young man suddenly opened his mouth, and his silver teeth were like pliers, and he bit the long sword alive.

"Death!"

He made seals with his hands and the sound of chanting seemed to be heard all around. The young Taoist's body trembled violently, and immediately his three souls disappeared, his seven spirits all died, his body turned into mud, and he collapsed to the ground, losing all hope of life.

"Can the Taiyi Death Technique be used like this?" Everyone was horrified, with fear in their eyes.

"Don't be crazy, kid."

At this moment, a Taoist priest with gray hair on his temples suddenly roared, his palms trembled, and lightning flashed between the lines, causing an extraordinary chaos.

The east is three, the south is two, the north is one, and the west is four. These are the origins of large numbers, and the center is five, so it is called the [Five Thunders Method].

Rumble…

The surging lightning was like a cannonball, bombarding the young man at an uncatchable speed. Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang, and smoke and dust rose into the sky where the latter was, and a huge deep pit emerged.

"It's done."

Everyone was surprised and delighted.

hum...

Suddenly, a terrifying breath rose up and dispersed the surrounding smoke and dust. Then, the young man walked out slowly, and lightning surged around him, like a spirit snake moving endlessly.

"Shenxiao...Thunder Method!!"

The Taoist priest with gray hair on his temples saw this scene, his face trembled, and his eyes finally revealed despair and fear.

He couldn't understand why such a little kid was so terrifying. He was the head of several families, and his methods were brutal and without any taboos.

There were so many of them, but they couldn't take him down.

"Don't be afraid, everyone. The masters from Baihe Temple will be here soon." Someone retreated tremblingly while trying to encourage himself.

Tick…tick…

At this moment, a crane's cry sounded faintly and echoed in the moonlight.

"The master from Baihe Temple is here." Everyone was surprised and looked in the direction of the voice.

"I never thought that besides me, there would be a freak like you among my peers..."

"I can be an enemy!!!"

A contemptuous voice came from the depths of the dense forest, and then a young man in white clothes walked out slowly. He looked to be only eleven or twelve years old, as bright as the moon, spotless, and his bright eyes were looking straight ahead.

"Who are you?" The young man looked at the person who came and whispered.

"My name is Li Changgeng."

The young man in white clothes spoke softly, and between his crossed fingers there was a surge of thunder, a mysterious crimson and purple color.

(End of this chapter)