Chapter 33: The nose is crooked by anger

After a while, Yang Fan, who was originally deficient in Qi and blood, radiated heat all over his body, sweat appeared on his forehead, and his face was red. The effect was like taking Qi and blood tonic medicine for more than half a year.

After doing the last closing posture, Yang Fan looked ruddy and energetic, and no longer looked like he had just recovered from a serious illness.

In fact, after practicing the Changsheng Fist, during the process of moving Qi and blood, Yang Fan's bone marrow was stimulated, and Qi and blood were regenerated, which was endless. Compared with the original Qi and blood, it was much fuller. Although it still did not reach the level of a normal person, it was not far behind.

This is the mystery of the Changsheng Fist. Even though it is a well-known popular boxing in the God Realm, in this world, long-term practice can prolong life, which is enough to be called the supreme health-preserving boxing.

However, this is also because he is too weak now, so there is such an obvious effect, and it will not be so powerful in the future.

"Jian Xinyi." Yang Fan called out, his voice full of energy.

Jian Xinyi, with slightly red eyes, quickly appeared in the courtyard and handed over a hot towel with both hands: "Young Master."

In fact, Liu Jingyu's last sharp and harsh words had already alarmed her. When she came to the backyard, she saw Yang Fan slowly practicing boxing, so she didn't dare to disturb him.

She watched for a moment, but couldn't see the mystery of the Changsheng Fist at all. She just felt that when Yang Fan practiced this fist, his whole body was awkward, which made her uncomfortable. She subconsciously wanted to look away, but forced herself to stare at it and try to remember it, which made her dizzy and her eyes red.

Yang Fan didn't point it out. He took the towel and wiped his face and hands, and returned it: "Clean up here."

"Yes."

Yang Fan turned back to the room, took a shower, and fell asleep peacefully.

The next day, just after Yang Fan had breakfast, Lin Shuhao came to Yang Fan's house in person to wait, without any impatience.

This time, Yang Fan didn't need to worry about the corresponding preparations for the Xingyuan Mansion. Some daily needs were handled by Jian Xinyi.

"Brother." Seeing Yang Fan coming out, Lin Shuhao immediately greeted him with a smile on his face: "Brother, do you feel satisfied with this house? If not, change it."

"It's pretty good here."

Lin Shuhao nodded and said to Jian Xinyi indifferently: "Jian Xinyi, since Brother has chosen you, you must fulfill your duties and responsibilities and cannot be negligent in the slightest. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Jian Xinyi lowered her eyebrows and said pleasantly.

Yang Fan looked at the person behind Lin Shuhao. This person was staring at him with resentment, as if he had an irreconcilable hatred with him. He couldn't help but smile: "Junior sister, is the twice-cooked pork delicious?"

Lin Shuhao was stunned and didn't understand.

Liu Jingyu's face changed drastically.

Last night, she retched for nearly an hour and took five showers before she finally felt that she had gotten rid of the stench that was like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

Even so, when she thought about the toxic bad breath from Yang Fan in her mouth and lungs, she felt humiliated and wronged, and she didn't even have an appetite for breakfast.

She thought she had become strong, but when she heard the three words "fat pot meat" suddenly come out of Yang Fan's mouth, it immediately reminded Liu Jingyu of the scene she least wanted to recall. The lingering stench seemed to reappear, her face turned pale in an instant, and her stomach churned violently.

Yang Fan suddenly smacked his lips at this time, and said with a look of aftertaste: "Yesterday I picked up a piece and tasted it. It was not only fat but not greasy, but also soaked with the aroma of stir-fried winter bamboo shoots. It was really delicious."

"Ugh——"

The moment Liu Jingyu imagined the picture, she could no longer bear it. She turned her head to the side and retched without any image.

Lin Shuhao was shocked and quickly pressed his palm on Liu Jingyu's back, injecting his inner energy to help regulate his breathing: "Junior sister, what's wrong with you?"

Liu Jingyu retched repeatedly, her face flushed red, her eyes were full of bloodshot, her fingers trembled as she pointed at Yang Fan, unable to say a word.

Lin Shuhao frowned secretly. Although he didn't understand the whole story, he could see that the junior sister had suffered a loss at the hands of Yang Fan again, and he couldn't help but feel angry.

He was now very afraid of Yang Fan, and even relied on him, but no matter what, in the eyes of all the people in the Dianlong Sect, Liu Jingyu was already his, Lin Shuhao's, and Yang Fan was so unscrupulous in targeting Liu Jingyu, and this humiliation was finally on him, the head of the Dianlong Sect.

Yang Fan shook his head and said to Lin Shuhao: "Master, you brought the little junior sister with you. Does she have to go with you? You can see that the little junior sister is not feeling well now. It is better not to travel long distances-"

"No--" A hoarse voice suddenly sounded. Liu Jingyu finally recovered and raised her head. She stared at Yang Fan with eyes like Sadako, and smiled creepily: "I must go. How can I miss such a thing as watching the opening of the Tianmen Gate..."

Is she blackened? Yang Fan looked at Liu Jingyu whose biological field was stained with a layer of black halo, and shook his head secretly. It was just a little joke. With such a mentality, she is indeed a flower grown in a greenhouse.

Since Liu Jingyu insisted on going to Xingyuan Mansion, she thought there would be some interesting programs waiting for her later, but who was Yang Fan afraid of?

Although he was unhappy, Lin Shuhao decided to put the overall situation first and finish the work of Xingyuan Mansion first. He immediately said: "The people of Xingyuan Mansion have arrived at the foot of the mountain. Please go with me."

"Nonsense!" With a cold snort, a figure suddenly came from far away, like thunder and lightning, and landed in front of him.

It was Liu Zhengde.

Feeling the sharp power of thunder on Liu Zhengde's body like an unsheathed sword, Lin Shuhao, who was as strong as Lin Shuhao, couldn't help but gasp. He immediately realized something and said with surprise: "Master, can you open the Heavenly Gate?"

When Liu Zhengde, who was originally angry, couldn't help but show some complacency when he heard this, he said: "Yes, my teacher has been traveling abroad this time, experienced hardships, gained some insights, and finally took a crucial step. Just wait for it. After adjusting the state and choosing the time and place, you can open the gate of heaven and enter the innate world.”

[To be honest, I have been reading books recently to catch up on updates. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. It can be used on both Android and Apple. 】

Having said this, he looked at Yang Fan with gratitude deep in his eyes.

If it weren't for Yang Fan's rescue and the experience of death and rebirth, he would never have entered the innate world. Moreover, the guidance he received all the way back to Dianlongshan made him significantly improve in the "Five Fingers of Calculation", and he felt like he was on a higher level. steps.

Yang Fan took it indifferently, and he expected Liu Zhengde to make a breakthrough.

Liu Zhengde immediately remembered the business, his face darkened, he looked at Lin Shuhao with a cold snort, and said: "Shuhao, who gave you the courage to interfere in the matter of the third young master of Xingyuan Gongfu opening the Tianmen? Do you know that I If the Jianghu sect gets too close to the Ten Great Dukes, will it be criticized and excluded by other sects? If you can really do this, how can it be your turn after being the master for so many years? "

Lin Shuhao, however, seemed to have been prepared for it. After hearing what was said, he argued with reason: "Master, I think the Dianlong Sect should make some changes. In the past, even if we were not close to the ten major princes' palaces, we were still neither up nor down. In this case , why not give yourself a chance? Although all Jianghu sects are ashamed of relying on the government, there are still few sects that thrive on the government, secretly or covertly. Besides, our Dianlong sect is not a pure Jianghu force. The art of heaven and earth can be used more seriously by the government than ordinary sects. Just look at the Iron Finger Palace family——"

"Shut up!" When Liu Zhengde heard the words "Izhi Gong Family", his expression changed and he shouted loudly.

Lin Shuhao remained silent.

Liu Zhengde's chest heaved and his eyes were like an angry lion. Lin Shuhao couldn't bear the glare and lowered his head.

After exhaling for a long time, Liu Zhengde felt quite depressed, and sighed: "That's all, the Dianlong Sect has already been involved, and the matter has reached this point. It's useless to say more..."

Lin Shuhao suddenly raised his head, with surprise in his eyes, thinking that he had finally gained some recognition from Liu Zhengde. He took a deep breath and said, "Master, don't worry, I -"

Liu Zhengde didn't even look at him and said to Yang Fan: "Yang...Fan, you are the senior brother. When you are away from home, you should be the first in everything. I need you to worry more..."

There was a hint of pleading in his tone.

Lin Shuhao, who was completely ignored, had a look of surprise on his face, and his nose was almost crooked with anger. He was obviously the leader of the Dragon Sect, and he was obviously much older than Yang Fan. Why should Yang Fan be the leader?