Xianhong Road

Chapter 12 Warehouse Magic Use
After Mr. Xu and Yang Yu left for a while, Yang Fan appeared at the gate of the courtyard like a ghost, looking at the direction they left with a pensive look on his face.

"It seems that Mr. Xu is probably one of my father's enemies, but these two seem to have some kind of plot, so they haven't killed me for the time being."

Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief. With the current strength of Mr. Xu and Yang Yu, to kill himself, he only needs to move his fingers.

Of course, the reason why Mr. Xu didn't attack Yang Fan was because all his cultivation had disappeared and he became a useless person.

If Yang Fan was still the cultivation genius he was back then, it would be hard to say whether the other party could resist not attacking him.

"The most important thing now is to have the strength to protect myself. When I have enough strength, I will fight back at the right time."

In Yang Fan's deep eyes, there is a forbearance and wisdom that ordinary people can't match.

Possessing the "Xianhong Space", coupled with the unprecedented "Xianhong Jue", Yang Fan has a bright light in his heart, making him calm and clear like never before.

With the help of the green land, Yang Fan was able to fully restore the vitality and vitality in his body in a short period of time, and possessed the physique of a monk in the concentration stage.

Under such circumstances, Yang Fan can restore his original cultivation in four to five years even without the help of external objects, which has far exceeded Mr. Xu's prediction.

Back in the other courtyard, Yang Fan said to the two maids: "Both of you, help me pack my things."

"Yes, son."

The two maids obeyed, and under Yang Fan's instructions, they began to sort out some valuable items.

After all, Yang Fan has stayed in Yangjiabao for so many years, and he still has a lot of treasures.

Of course, the most important items for cultivating immortality are still carried with you.In his storage bag, there are dozens of spirit stones, four or five magical artifacts, two low-grade spiritual artifacts, several bottles of spirit pills, some jade slips, and a small amount of refining materials.

These resources are naturally incomparable to those of the older generation of immortal cultivators, but compared to casual cultivators, they can be regarded as rich in capital.

Soon, the two servant girls took some of Yang Fan's precious collections to the middle of the yard and packed them away.

"You two have served me for so many years, and now I have lost all my magic power, and no one can protect you. There are some silver taels here, you two should share them."

Yang Fan sighed softly, and threw a small bag of silver taels to the two maids.

Looking at this other courtyard, I felt a little melancholy.

"Thank you for your gift, my lord!"

The two maids "plopped" and knelt on the ground, thanking each other again and again.

"These silver taels are enough for the two of you to redeem yourselves, so go ahead... find a good family in the future."

Yang Fan waved his hand and let the two maids go.

"Sir take care."

The two maids left the courtyard wiping away their tears.

After waiting for the second daughter to leave, Yang Fan's expression turned serious, and he immediately closed the other courtyard.

Then, he came to those precious items and reached out to touch them.

At the same time, his mind was immersed in the "Xianhong Dimension".

Swish swish!
Those books, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, etc., disappeared one by one as he reached out and touched them.

After a while, the place was empty.

In Xianhong's space, Yang Fan told the puppy, "Put these things in the warehouse."

The puppy said with an aggrieved face: "These things are so big...and I'm not a coolie."

"Really? How did you get my shovel out of the warehouse?"

Yang Fan gestured to the small shovel in his hand with a smile on his face.

The puppy had no choice but ran over reluctantly, stretched out its mouth and scratched, and easily carried three items, one in its mouth and two on its back.

Yang Fan was dumbfounded, this puppy is too amazing.

With a move in his heart, Yang Fan asked, "I see that you have an extraordinary background, what's your name?"

Hearing this, the puppy said proudly: "The master's vision is indeed extraordinary. I am the strongest beast born and raised in this 'Xianhong Space'."

The strongest beast!
When Yang Fan heard this, his heart moved, this puppy turned out to be a divine beast!

In Dongsheng Continent, mythical beasts are only legendary existences, such as unicorns, dragons, phoenixes, etc., are well-known mythical beasts.

However, it is one thing to know the divine beast, and another thing to have seen it.

According to ancient records, almost none of the monks who had seen the divine beast came back alive.

Even those high-level monks who are admired by thousands of people have no ability to resist in front of the divine beast.

"Are you a divine beast...or the most powerful?"

Yang Fan was very excited, and quickly asked: "By the way, what kind of legendary beast are you, the roaring sky dog? The three-headed god dog? Or the sun swallowing dog?"

In one breath, Yang Fan reported several legendary canine beasts.

The puppy was startled, and then said angrily, "Don't compare me with that inferior creature."

"Then may I ask your name?"

Yang Fan's words suddenly became more polite, this guy even looked down on those legendary dogs and beasts.

"My name is Xiaogou." A certain dog raised its head and said proudly.

"Your name is puppy?"

A black line appeared on Yang Fan's forehead.

"That's right, it's guaranteed to be fake. In the entire 'Xianhong Dimension', only this dog can enjoy such an honor."

The puppy said proudly instead of ashamed.

"Go, go, go... a stupid dog, he must have been fooled by someone."

Yang Fan ignored the puppy and let him concentrate on transporting things for him.

After a while, the puppy moved all the things into the warehouse.

"By the way, can I instantly take out what I want from the 'Xianhong Space'?"

Yang Fan asked suddenly.

"Yes, master, you stay in the warehouse. You only need to have a thought, you want something, and you reach out to touch it, and that thing can be obtained by you in reality."

replied the puppy.

"So miraculous?"

Yang Fan walked into the warehouse and experimented. As the puppy said, he in reality can take out things instantly.

After tidying up his things, Yang Fan walked out of the gate with a relaxed body, and took a last look at the other courtyard, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

"Goodbye!"

Yang Fan sighed in his heart, then resolutely took a step towards the outside of Yangjiabao.

When he reached the gate of the Yangjiabao Suspension Bridge, he heard the whispers of several gate guards.

"Did you see the white-haired one? He was Yang Fan, the first genius of the Yang family in the south. But just today, he became a useless person."

"It turned out to be him. I heard from passers-by just now that he is now the veritable number one good-for-nothing."

"He has changed from a genius to a good-for-nothing, and now he has white hair. I think he is so pitiful..."

One of the slightly immature gate guards couldn't bear it.

"It's worthless...he deserves it!"

Several other gate guards looked at the immature gate guard with disdainful eyes.

"I just sympathize with him, which is also wrong..." The young guard said with an aggrieved expression.

……

Yang Fan left Yangjiabao, and when he heard this conversation, he couldn't help smiling wryly.

"Forget it, forget it, unless necessary, I will try not to come to this ghost place in the future."

Yang Fan shook his head, and left Yangjiabao very calmly, with a hint of bitterness in the corner of his mouth.

After walking about tens of miles, Yang Fan stopped, and the sky was getting dark.

"It seems that I can't go home anymore. If I still have the cultivation base of the concentration stage, it will be fine. Flying with the sword, I only need half a stick of incense to get home."

Thinking of this, Yang Fan entered a deserted forest and picked up a pile of dead wood, but found that he had no flint and steel.

Ugh!
Losing mana is helpless.

Yang Fan shrugged, took out a red talisman, bit his finger, and blood gushed out.

puff!
The talisman turned into a fireball, hit the pile of dead wood, and the flames flew up.

Yang Fan nestled next to the fire, sitting cross-legged.

In fact, with his physique in the concentrating period, even if he sat in this damp and cold forest, he would not get sick.

However, human nature does not like darkness and loneliness. Lighting this fire will warm my heart.

"It's a long night, why not just practice "Xianhong Jue" here."

Yang Fan was a little lonely, he simply closed his eyes and practiced, his mind immersed in his mind.

In the back of my mind, there is a hazy emerald halo like nothingness, which contains the information of "Xianhong Jue".

When Yang Fan's mind merged with this emerald halo, a massive amount of information flooded into his consciousness...

(Chapter 2 is here, ask for tickets, this book is super long, a little slow, I believe it will become more and more exciting, huh, huh.)
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