As the most outstanding disciple of the Daoxuan Sect and the designated successor to the sect, Ding Fan is confident that he can completely solve the stubborn problem of deep nightmares with his mastery of metaphysical knowledge.
Perhaps the victims are not just Bai Yifei and Yan Xiaoming, but what the designers behind them want to do needs to be explored in depth.
The night owl entered the house, and Wu Yahuan, who was wearing three-point attire, walked in without even knocking on the door.
"Sister Huan, you don't have good intentions when you dress like this!" Ding Fan frowned.
"What's the meaning?"
"Seeing you makes my blood boil and my mind wandering. This is obviously torture. How can I still fall asleep?" Ding Fan held his forehead and sighed.
"Nonsense, you haven't seen it before. When we were in the villa, didn't we just sit on the balcony and chat like this?" Wu Yahuan scoffed at this. When he saw the oil painting on the wall, he still frowned slightly, always having a bad association.
I thought it was just a piece of bloody human skin.
"It's different. The sea breeze is blowing on the balcony, and I can still stay awake. Now I only have desire." Ding Fan said.
"Young people, you must learn to withstand the test, and especially take good care of your health, so as not to shed tears when you look at beautiful women in old age." Wu Yahuan spoke in a sincere tone, and Ding Fan couldn't hold back his laughter, and his intestines almost burst from laughter.
"Xiaofan, the effect of the Strengthening Pill is very good. I feel full of energy and don't need to sleep at all! By the way, you said it is better to cooperate with internal strength. How to practice internal strength?" Wu Yahuan asked again.
"I can't!"
"You must know how to be a good person and do it to the end. Let's teach him!" Wu Yahuan didn't believe it.
"As the saying goes, master will lead you in, and it's up to each of you to practice." Ding Fan shook his head like an old scholar without a beard. Wu Yahuan was so angry that he just jumped on him and pushed him down on the bed.
After tickling and tickling each other, the two of them laughed wildly, and finally failed together and fell on the bed.
It's absolutely impossible not to teach. With Wu Yahuan's character, she won't give up until she achieves her goal. To be honest, the 400,000 she spent on tuition was really not a loss at all.
Ding Fan rested for a moment, sat up, and began to teach the internal skills and mental methods.
Wu Yahuan also stood up and sat down, listening very carefully. It is commendable that he has a very high level of understanding and mastered the key points after listening to it once! By concentrating on Dantian, adjusting the breathing rhythm, and persisting until the true energy emerges and the body undergoes qualitative changes.
changes.
After reviewing it once and thinking that he had completely mastered it, Wu Yahuan asked curiously, "Xiaofan, how far have you reached?"
"I am a great monk of the Golden Core stage." Ding Fan pointed to his nose arrogantly, with a arrogant attitude.
"You actually formed an elixir, that's amazing!" Wu Yahuan was extremely surprised and felt like he wanted to worship him.
"Haha, of course I'm lying to you. The Great Zhoutian has been opened, foundation construction is completed, and the road to cultivation is long. It's just getting started, and there is still huge room for progress." Ding Fan laughed.
"You are so bad, I almost believed you." Wu Yahuan said angrily, and then asked: "What good will it do if you build a foundation?"
"Qi moves at will, and many reactions are natural and do not need to be judged by the brain." Ding Fan said.
Whoosh!
Wu Yahuan suddenly punched her and went straight to Ding Fan's face, but Ding Fan turned his head to avoid it and grabbed her wrist, while laughing: "Yes, that's what it means!"
Wu Yahuan pulled back his wrist with difficulty and nodded heavily, "I understand, using brute force is a very elementary way of fighting."
"The boy is teachable!"
"Go, go, go, I'm going back to sleep. I really admire you. You can face a human skin and be fine." Wu Yahuan jumped out of bed, and the night owl went back to his nest.
Driving a new car to work was a special honor, and soon the news spread among the security department. Fan Ge fell in love with a wealthy woman who spent a lot of money, and bought a car for him casually.
Ding Fan did not explain this kind of rumor. He just let them envy and hate him. Why don't they lack Brother Fan's invincible charm?
Not long after I sat down, a really rich woman called me, Gui Qingyue, the chairman of Miaohe Group.
"Brother, what have you been busy with lately?" Gui Qingyue asked affectionately.
"Sister, brother, I am very promising. I have been promoted to the president's bodyguard. The position is equivalent to the deputy manager of the security department. I also have an independent office!" Ding Fan said with pride in his tone.
Gui Qingyue on the other end of the phone couldn't help laughing, and felt that her mood had improved a lot. Ding Fan was so interesting. Being a bodyguard can be so satisfying. He can be called a model of a young man who does not want to make progress.
"Haha, congratulations. Do you have time tonight? I want to treat you to a meal to celebrate your promotion to the CEO's bodyguard." Gui Qingyue invited.
"It should be possible! Mr. Bai hasn't said anything about his plans for the evening," Ding Fan said.
"Okay, Luoyue Lake Cruise, I will arrange for the driver to pick you up."
"Don't bother sister, I can just drive there myself."
"Then it's settled. I'll wait for you at 7:30 in the evening. See you there or not." Gui Qingyue hung up the phone.
As the helmsman of the Miaohe Group, Gui Qingyue acts very cautiously, especially on guard against having ears in the wall and leaking family secrets. Ding Fan guessed that the invitation to dinner this time might have something to do with her husband Jiang Zhou.
Not knowing yet how effective the treatment would be, Ding Fan also wanted to see Jiang Zhou and see if he needed to adjust the prescription.
Didi!
There was a new message on WeChat. Yan Ming sent a picture. When he clicked on it, it was a photo. The background was a hospital ward. On the bed not far away, someone was covered with a quilt and was getting an infusion.
"My wife is sick and has been hospitalized for two days. Alas, misfortunes never come singly!"
Then, Yan Ming sent a sentence, followed by a sighing and tearful expression.
"What's wrong, sister-in-law?"
"I can't sleep. I have severe neurasthenia. The doctor said I also have a tendency to be depressed. I just took a Valium and I can finally get some sleep."
A miserable sale!
There is nothing he can do. Ding Fan understands this. For Yan Ming, he is the only life-saving straw that can save his son, and he wants to grab it no matter what.
"Brother Yan, tell your sister-in-law that you have found a way for Xiao Ming to wake up. Give me a few more days. Let my sister-in-law take care of yourself and wait for Xiao Ming to really wake up." Ding Fan called and said a long sentence.
There was no reply for a long time, and Yan Ming must have fainted with excitement. When he finally got the message, there was only one word, good!
Poor parents in the world, Yan Xiaoming has been ill in bed for a long time and is experiencing endless catastrophes of life and death in his sleep. What's more, he is innocent.
Ding Fan calmed down and took out the piece of paper Mu Xiaolei had drawn. He looked at it carefully and thought seriously about how to solve this terrible deep nightmare.
It's very complicated, and the spiritual eye has started to get sore again after overuse.
At this moment, Ding Fan missed his master a little. If the old man was around, he should be able to give effective advice. However, since he has gone down the mountain, it is best not to go back and trouble him again.
What's more, the sect has rules. Any apprentice who goes down the mountain is not allowed to return within three years. He must learn to face various difficulties independently and accumulate enough experience in the world of mortals.