Although Qin Fan thought so, he didn't dare to be arrogant at all in front of his father.
Qin Fan immediately followed his father's wishes, nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, Dad, you are right."
Qin's mother glanced at her husband angrily, with disdain on her face.
Immediately she said unconvinced: "Okay, you Lao Qin are so awesome, can you do it with good genes?"
Cuilan stood up and poured wine for her father and Qin Fan, and said with a smile: "Mom, just let my dad say it, he is happy."
Qin Zhen nodded and said with a smile: "It seems that our daughter-in-law is sensible."
The family started drinking casually again, and Qin Fan told the family about his experiences in the disaster area.
Before I knew it, it was almost four o'clock in the morning.
Cuilan and Qin's mother had already gone to bed.
The two men continued to drink.
It's half past four in the morning.
Qin Zhen looked at the time, then waved his hand and said, "Okay Xiaofan, let's just stop here for dinner and drink, and go and have a rest."
"Sure," Qin Fan nodded.
In fact, he was really sleepy. Although he had nothing to do in the past few days to rest, he didn't sleep well at all.
Get up and go back to the room.
Cuilan had already packed the room for him in advance.
Lying on Simmons, Qin Fan couldn't sleep.
In fact, people are like this sometimes. They are so tired that they almost vomit blood, but they just can't fall asleep.
After sitting on Simmons in a daze for a while, Qin Fan turned to look at Xiao Li squatting on the chair.
Xiao Li was sleeping with his eyes closed and didn't bother to pay attention to him.
Immediately, Qin Fan went down to the ground and took out the Shangqing Heart Sutra book from his bag.
Ever since the old man with a white beard gave him this book in the underground tomb, it was hampered by the large number of people.
In addition, his injury has not healed, so Qin Fan did not study it, but just browsed through it casually.
There were many small seal characters inside, and Qin Fan had no way of recognizing them.
Looking at the cover, Shangqing Heart Sutra, there are four big characters in gold and black.
Qin Fan frowned, raised his head and murmured about these four words.
"Superior?"
Qin Fan has been thinking about the meaning of these four words for more than a week. Needless to say, he knows the meaning of the Heart Sutra.
But this supernatant is different.
Qin Fan knew that there was a Shangqing sect in ancient Taoism.
The Shangqing sect has Wei Huacun as its founder.
The First Heavenly King of the Yuan Dynasty and Taishang Daojun are the highest gods.
In terms of cultivation methods, the emphasis is on regulating the mind and spiritual cultivation.
To achieve physical refining through refining the spirit, do not focus on Fu Ce, Zhai Jiao and Waidan, and deprecate Fangzhong Shu.
Qin Fan frowned, could it be this Shangqing sect?
But when he thought about it, he felt something was wrong. Although the faction was this, he knew that the sects were different.
Qin Fan's brain ached thinking about it, damn, he simply didn't think about it anymore.
Qin Fan thought that he would buy a Xiaozhuan book tomorrow and then study it carefully.
As for this Shang Qing Heart Sutra, Qin Fan wondered what kind of magic weapon it should be for cultivation.
When the old Taoist gave it to him, his expression was extremely solemn, and his cultivation was really awesome.
Thinking of this, Qin Fan turned to look at Xiaoli. If it hadn't been for Xiaoli that time, he would have been doomed.
Opening the book, Qin Fan began to read it carefully.
After reading for half an hour, Qin Fan was really stumbling while reading because of his limited understanding of Xiaozhuan.
So he put the book aside and began to practice breathing.
During this period, Qin Fan basically did not practice except for adjusting his breath and luck.
But even so, the old wild ginseng that Song Bingwen gave him last time was enough to raise his spiritual energy to an unprecedented height.
Although his cultivation level is still at the third level of Qi Refining, Qin Fan knows that if he has wild ginseng and additional cultivation, it will not be a problem to reach the fourth level of Qi Refining.
With this in mind, Qin Fan continued to practice.
More than an hour passed quickly.
It's less than six o'clock in the morning.
Qin Fan slowly opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of thick air, and then got out of bed and went for a run outside.
He ran along the road to the company.
Along the way, he checked the vegetable greenhouses and the medicinal materials of Dendrobium officinale. Fortunately, they looked pretty good, so Qin Fan ran down the mountain.
The early morning in the city is really not as good as in the mountains.
Damn, although there is still very little spiritual energy here, the air is very fresh, and a breath of it instantly makes you feel refreshed.
After running for more than an hour.
Qin Fan just returned home. At this time, everyone in the village got up and got busy.
Even yesterday, Qin Fan's parents told the villagers that Qin Fan was safe and sound, making everyone feel prepared.
But when the villagers saw Qin Fan walking on the street, they were all shocked.
How could they not understand that they could be swept away by a mudslide and still be safe?
Suddenly, the villagers roared and surrounded Qin Fan, and they all asked Qin Fan with concern.
Qin Fan was slightly surprised when he saw how enthusiastic everyone was, and then he started chatting with everyone.
After finally escaping from the entanglement of the villagers, Qin Fan returned home and his sister-in-law Cuilan was already cooking in the kitchen.
Qin Fan picked up the broom and started sweeping the yard.
Cuilan stood at the door of the kitchen, looking out, and she couldn't help but smile.
To be honest, Cuilan thinks she can get used to it without her husband Qin Feng.
But without Qin Fan around, Cuilan felt empty inside.
After sweeping the yard, dad also got up.
He made a cup of strong tea, moved a stool and sat in the yard, smoking a cigarette.
Qin Zhen raised his head, smiled at Qin Fan and said, "Son, why don't you sleep a little longer and wake up so early."
"Dad, I'm used to it!" Qin Fan waved his hand.
Qin Zhen didn't say anything, just looked at his son with a smile.
Soon the meal will be ready.
After breakfast, Qin Fan planned to take a look at the company and the chicken farm, but before he had time, villagers came one after another.
They heard that Qin Fan was back, so they all ran over to see this kid.
This actually made Qin Fan even more flattered.
Unfortunately, they came, so Qin Fan and his family had no choice but to entertain them.
"Xiaofan is really blessed and blessed," Zhang Erniang from the village said with a smile.
"Yes, good people have always been safe since ancient times."
"Yes, yes, Xiaofan is a capable person in our village. After all, Duji people have their own destiny."
Everyone agreed.
Qin Fan smiled silently, he was thinking about something like being lucky and having a great life.
He actually didn't agree with these words very much. Qin Fan thought that as long as he improved his strength, his luck would not be bad anywhere.
Unless, of course, you want to commit suicide.
After sending a group of villagers away, other villagers came one after another.
Village chief Niu Dasheng and his daughter Niu Wenjing and their whole family came.
"Uncle, why are you here? I was thinking of going over to see you in the evening." Qin Fan said and hurriedly invited Niu Dasheng into the living room.
Niu Dasheng waved his hand and smiled and said: "Don't be polite to me, uncle. You have done a great job in disaster relief. It's appropriate for uncle to come and see you."
As he spoke, Niu Dasheng reached out and patted Qin Fan's shoulder hard twice.
He smiled and said, "You brat feels a lot stronger. It'll be nice to come back."
"Yes, it's good to be back." Qin Fan nodded, and Cuilan made a few cups of tea.
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