The girl wears plain clothes and trousers with crimson peonies embroidered on the hem. On her feet is a pair of thousand-layer cloth shoes with a green lotus emerging from the water outlined with gold and red ropes.
This outfit gives people a very refreshing feeling. Although the clothes are not tight, the breeze blows up the somewhat baggy clothes, which is enough to show the girl's perfect figure.
On top of this perfect body is a small face as white and as tender as jade, with red lips, white teeth, eyebrows like crescent moons, and eyes like autumn water. It has the dignity of a lady, but also the agility of a small family's jade, okay?
pretty!
This girl is none other than Lin Qingling!
At this time, Lin Qingling looked at Zhang Fan affectionately, with a peaceful smile on her face.
Seeing Lin Qingling, Zhang Fan's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Xiao Fan..."
"Qingling..."
The two of them called out each other's names almost in unison, and then saw Lin Qingling walking quickly in the direction of Zhang Fan. After looking at Zhang Fan, she smiled sweetly and sat down beside Zhang Fan gracefully.
"You are becoming more and more mysterious. You are not the little girl who didn't understand anything when you first went to the coffin shop to find me."
Zhang Fan looked at Lin Qingling and smiled.
"A mysterious master will naturally teach a mysterious disciple."
Lin Qingling smiled.
"Master?"
Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows lightly, "Who did you take as your teacher?"
"She taught me all my kung fu, but I feel it is more appropriate to call her grandma, and she agreed, so I always call him grandma."
Lin Qingling said.
"Qing Ling has been practicing with Master Yin."
At this moment, Xiaohua answered.
In fact, when Lin Qingling said that it would be more appropriate to call her master grandma, Zhang Fan guessed that this grandma was probably his grandma.
"Now Qing Ling is already a strong person in the second realm."
Xiaohua continued.
Hearing Xiaohua's words, Zhang Fan was slightly shocked. It had been less than two years since he met Lin Qingling.
To grow from an ordinary person to a strong man in the second realm in two years, this... what kind of talent is this! Even Yang Qing, the tenth and ninth generation evil girl, does not have such a talent!
However, Zhang Fan did not feel the special aura on Lin Qingling's body, but he did not doubt Xiaohua's words. He had aura hidden in the spirit stone, and Lin Qingling probably also had an aura hidden in the spirit stone.
I saw Lin Qingling take off the spirit stone hanging around her neck and put it on the coffee table nearby.
Lin Qingling was instantly exposed in front of Zhang Fan. Lin Qingling's Taoist skills were at the Taoist level, and her Qi strength was at the Qi level.
Lin Qingling smiled and said: "Xiaofan, it seems that my strength has improved rapidly in just over a year, but this is not the case. If I had such a talent, it would be incredible."
Hearing Lin Qingling's words, Zhang Fan's face flashed with confusion, "But when we met, you were indeed an ordinary person who had not practiced cultivation."
"Back then, when Grandpa Zhang was treating my grandfather, he tampered with me."
Lin Qingling replied.
Zhang Fan glanced at Lin Qingling. It was more than ten years ago when his grandfather treated Lin Qingling.
Grandpa Lin Qingling fell ill again, so Lin Qingling found Zhang Fan's home, and Zhang Fan met Lin Qingling. This also became an opportunity for Zhang Fan to leave Zhangjiawan.
"What did my grandfather do to you?"
Zhang Fan asked.
"Grandpa Zhang planted a seed in me."
Lin Qingling replied, "This seed is consistent with the essence of my soul and body, and it is cultivating on its own without my knowledge. I met Grandma Yin a year ago, and Grandma Yin left Grandpa Zhang in my body.
The seed I planted opened up, and overnight I became a strong person in the seventh level of the first realm. After this year of practice, I only improved three levels."
"Qing Ling, the three levels are already very powerful, and in the middle, there is a big bottleneck from the first level to the second level.
Before, I practiced for hundreds of years, but I was only at the eighth level of the first realm."
Xiaohua pursed her lips.
"I am in my thirties, so I am a little stronger than you. I have been practicing diligently since I was a child."
At this moment, Li Song also answered with envy.
Lin Qingling is not a person who likes to show off, so when others praise her like this, she feels a little embarrassed.
To be fair, Lin Qingling was able to advance to three levels in just one year through her own cultivation, so she can definitely be called a genius. What would it be like to be the leader of a super first-class sect?
What's more, Lin Qingling is still new to cultivation. Although Lin Qingling was infected with the so-called seed, she has never really practiced cultivation.
"What seeds did my grandfather plant in you?"
Zhang Fan asked.
"I don't know either, Grandma Yin didn't tell me."
Lin Qingling asked.
"Then you didn't ask?"
Zhang Fan followed closely.
"I didn't ask. It's not harmful to me anyway. Why ask?"
Lin Qingling said very calmly.
Zhang Fan looked at Lin Qingling and sighed helplessly.
"Xiaohua, you don't have to envy me. Grandma said that your role is not in cultivation. You are expected to be useful in other places."
Lin Qingling looked at Xiao Huadao.
"Yes, Master Yin did say that."
Xiaohua said first.
Zhang Fan glanced at Lin Qingling blankly, then at Xiaohua, and asked: "Xiaohua, where are you going to be of great use?"
Xiaohua shrugged, shook her head, and did not answer Zhang Fan's words.
Then, Zhang Fan turned his attention to Lin Qingling, who smiled sweetly and shook her head.
Facing the two women playing riddles, Zhang Fan really didn't know what to say.
"Xiao Fan, go back and bring a message to my father. Tell him that I am fine. By the way, this is the medicine prepared by grandma to replenish the body. Give this to him. Boil one pill in water every day for half a month. The remaining
If I take fifteen pills in this way for half a year, this will be considered as my filial piety."
Lin Qingling handed a silk scarf to Zhang Fan. On top of the silk scarf were thirty black pills the size of an adult's little finger.
"good."
Zhang Fan took the scarf, responded, and then asked, "Have you never gone back since you came out that time?
Haven’t you contacted your father?”
"I called my father several times."
Lin Qingling replied, "But I never went back."
"When we chatted last time, I saw that he was worried and missing you."
Zhang Fan said, "You may have some unspeakable reasons for not going back, but if the problem is not serious, I suggest you still have time to go home and take a look."
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, Lin Qingling's body trembled slightly, then nodded and whispered: "I understand, Xiaofan."