Wu Yahuan waited anxiously and asked, "Old man, what did that old lunatic say?"
Who would have thought that Zhang Shancui opened his eyes, slapped his thigh fiercely, and shouted dissatisfied, "You can scold an old lunatic?"
Wu Yahuan frowned, and Ding Fan suppressed his laughter and pressed his hands, motioning her to be quiet, and asked patiently, "Old man, what did you hear?"
"It sounds like a chirping bird, but I can't understand it!"
It's amazing, you can still communicate in spiritual language! Not to mention Zhang Shancui, even Ding Fan couldn't understand it at the scene. At present, he is still at the stage of being able to understand spiritual texts.
"Is the ointment for wiping eyes prepared by Haishan?" Ding Fan asked tentatively.
"Huang Xianren gave it to me. He died and left it to me. He said that if you rub it just a little, you can see him. Liar, big liar, old liar, you can see nothing! There is no ghost!" Zhang Shancui scolded.
This statement is consistent. Haishan is not worthy of Qiming ointment.
Now, this precious bottle of Qiming ointment belongs to Brother Fan. The old lady doesn't care about it, but Ding Fan regards it as a treasure, wiping it frequently, and his spiritual eyes have been improved as a result.
"Old liar, no, what kind of skills does Haishan practice?" Ding Fan was almost led astray by Zhang Shancui, so he quickly changed his question.
People are biased. Zhang Shancui was not angry about Ding Fan's slip of the tongue. He thought about it for a long time and said with uncertainty: "It seems to be, something, like a baby."
baby?
Ding Fan was greatly puzzled. After a while, he couldn't help but said several times in his mind, Wow, holy shit, that's crazy!
It should be Nascent Soul Technique, an advanced stage of practice!
According to Taoism, if a person wants to become an immortal, he must go through five stages: refining essence and transforming Qi, refining Qi and transforming into Spirit, refining Spirit to transform void, uniting void and returning Dao, and enlightening Dao to become immortal.
The third stage of Yuanying Technique is to refine the spirit and transform it into the void. At this time, the practitioner condenses the spirit into another self, like a newborn baby, which is flawless and indestructible. It can break away from the body and reach anywhere it wants to go in an instant.
But, but, practice must be done step by step. To form a Nascent Soul, not only does it need strong spiritual support, but also the upper, middle and lower Dantian must be filled with Danyuan.
Without adventure and great fortune, the process of Alchemy filling would probably last for hundreds of years.
Haishan was finally tricked by Master Huang Xianren!
Without a strong foundation of cultivation, the final result of practicing Nascent Soul Technique rashly will inevitably be that the soul is separated from the body and difficult to control. In official terms, that is, death.
This was the cause of Haishan's death. Maybe before he died, he still stubbornly believed that he had formed a Nascent Soul. In fact, it was just an illusion in his mind.
"What does Haishan usually study?" Ding Fan continued to inquire.
"Reading books, looking for medicinal materials, and tinkering around, he went all over Dongqing Mountain. He was familiar with every tree, and even drew a detailed map. Later, he burned it." Zhang Shancui said.
Why are you drawing a map? Haishan is not a geographer. Ding Fan guesses that he is looking for a way to escape the so-called Yellow Immortal.
From this, Ding Fan deduced that the range within which the Yellow Demon could move should be near Black Tiger Cliff.
After all, he was an old man. Ding Fan saw that Zhang Shancui was already a little tired. Talking too much was draining his energy, so he stood up and said goodbye.
Zhang Shancui welcomed Ding Fan to come often, and even wrote his mobile phone number on the cover of the book.
On the way back, Wu Yahuan couldn't help but said: "Xiao Fan, it sounds like he is indeed very evil, but we still can't seem to prove that Du Laoxie and his group are related to Huang Xianren."
"A mountain cannot tolerate two tigers, nor can a mountain tolerate two demons. Du Laoxie lives nearby, and he must have been bewitched by the Yellow Demon Fairy and is willing to sacrifice his life for him." Ding Fan was convinced.
"Don't go to Dongqingshan casually." Wu Yahuan said.
"Sister Huan, let's put this matter aside for now. I still have a clue. I'll check it out when I find time." Ding Fan said.
Wu Yahuan nodded. She didn't know clearly in her heart that Ding Fan could have stayed out of the matter, but because of her, he was involved in this dispute and faced various dangers.
Ding Fan called Hai Guanghui and reported the good news. Zhang Shancui and his downstairs neighbor, a single old man under seventy years old, had formed a mutual aid alliance. It was as if someone was taking care of his life problems, so there was no need to worry.
Hai Guanghui was naturally very happy. He finally got rid of this burden and could sleep peacefully from now on.
After countless words of gratitude, Ding Fan generously said that you're welcome, and that it's me, Brother Fan, who enjoys helping others. Wherever there are difficulties, there is Brother Fan!
But when Ding Fan finished dealing with other people's problems and went to work, his own difficulties came!
In the public office, there was a familiar figure, it was Sikong Ye, still wearing security uniform, sitting in the office card seat closest to Cai Cai, playing with his mobile phone.
That position once belonged to Gu Qiang.
Ding Fan's arrival did not attract much attention. On the contrary, besides Cai Cai, there was an additional female security guard in the office, and all the male eyes had already drifted to her!
For an instant, Ding Fan's hair stood on end, as the most terrifying thing seemed to have happened.
"Brother Fan!" Sikong Ye was the first to see Ding Fan, smiled and waved his little hand.
"Well, come to my office!" Ding Fan frowned and waved to Sikong Ye.
With a beautiful leap, Sikong Ye jumped over the glass partition and ran to Ding Fan. Naturally, he was greeted with cheers. He was so skillful that the Fuyao Security Department's yin and yang disappeared!
"Yi Zi, why are you here and dressed like this?" Ding Fan asked displeasedly when he returned to the office.
"I'm working here, Bai Yifei arranged it!" Sikong Ye said proudly with his hands behind his back.
His legs felt weak, his liver trembled, and Ding Fan almost cried. He got angry and asked, "Nonsense, do you know how hard it is to be a security guard? How many days can you last?"
"I, a poor kid who grew up in the mountains, have never suffered anything?" Sikong Ye smiled slyly and said arrogantly, "From now on, the security work of the fashion department will fall on my shoulders. Bai Yifei said, girls are more
More convenient!”
"The fashion department is in Fuyao Building. Besides, if you have any problems, you should go to Manager Cai. You don't need a full-time security guard, right?" Ding Fan expressed his disbelief at his boss's arrangement.
"Strictly speaking, I mainly come here to exercise. If I have something to do, I can take leave and leave." Sikong Ye shrugged, disapprovingly.
It’s actually a part-time job!
Ding Fan understood at this moment that this must be the elder sister's arrangement! Since he could take leave at any time, no one forced Sikong Ye to do too much work, so he had another pair of eyes to monitor him here.
"Brother Fan, I have told you many times that I will not cause any trouble to Bai Yifei," Sikong Ye emphasized.
"Is that what you called Bai Yifei? As a subordinate, you don't know how to respect your superiors. Even if you are an elder sister, you wouldn't call her that, right?" Ding Fan said dissatisfied.
"Humph, I can call anyone's name on the mountain!"
"Then go back to the mountain!" Ding Fan shouted, squinting at Sikong Ye getting more and more angry, and secretly rejoicing in his heart. He had to say something openly to make the little devil run away!