Xianhong Road

Chapter 230 Returning to Yang Family Fort
"Wuliu Town, Yangjiabao, Kyoto, Yuyang Kingdom, Northern Qin Thirteen Kingdoms, Great Qin Dynasty..."

There seemed to be a magical power in Yang Fan's voice.

"Wuliu Town...Wuliu Town..." Lin Zhong laughed at himself: "I am so small, confined to this tiny place, watching the sky from a well."

"You can understand that talent is only one of the reasons why you are so small and unable to pry into a higher realm, and your vision and mind also limit your advancement."

Yang Fan said lightly.

"Thank you for your guidance, young master. I already understand that if I am only satisfied with a period of concentrating, it will be a waste of my hard work to enter the immortal world and come to this world."

A few traces of cold sweat leaked from Lin Zhong's forehead.

The nine realms of cultivating immortals are difficult every step of the way, and the threshold is getting higher and higher in the future.If there is still a trace of unyielding faith in the heart, there must be hope to achieve the goal.But if the heart is satisfied or the mind is dead, then there is not even a glimmer of hope.

Yang Fan sighed lightly, it is one thing to be able to understand, but to really do it, it is a complex issue related to the spiritual level.

"It's good to understand, this middle-grade Yunshen pill is still for you."

Yang Fan smiled.

"Son..."

With one hand trembling, Lin Zhong took this mid-grade Yunshen Pill, not knowing how to express his inner gratitude at the moment.

As a monk in the Qi refining period, he certainly understands the value and effect of the middle-grade Yunshen Pill.

With the help of this middle-grade Yunshen pill, he can increase his hope by at least [-]% when he hits the concentration stage.

"It's just a middle-grade Yunshen pill, you don't have to worry too much about it."

Yang Fan said lightly.

With his current vision and height, the middle-grade Yunshen Pill is no longer a treasure, and even he can easily refine it himself.

"No, son!" Lin Zhong said with a sincere face: "Perhaps to you, the middle-grade Yunshen Pill is nothing, but to a casual cultivator like me, it is a priceless treasure."

A helpless casual cultivator grows from groping, they are different from the disciples in the sect, they can get extremely limited resources for cultivating immortals, let alone possessing the level of middle-grade Yunshen Pill.

Yang Fan sighed secretly, but he also understood the reason, and immediately said with a smile: "If my incompetent younger brother has half of your temperament, then I will be very relieved..."

When Lin Zhong heard this, he couldn't help being stunned: "Mr. Yang Lei's talent is extraordinary. He was promoted to the concentration stage at a young age. Recently, he has practiced hard and retreated for a long time, which is ten times better than me."

Talent is one thing, temperament is another.

Yang Fan shook his head: "I've been back for a long time, but I don't see this son coming back to reunite with his relatives once."

"I feel that Mr. Yang and Mr. Yang Lei..."

Lin Zhong seemed to stop talking.

"If you have something to say, you can say it directly, don't be shy." Yang Fan's light flashed.

"I feel that although you and him are biological brothers, son, there seems to be a gap..."

Lin Zhong said cautiously.

"Gap? Maybe so."

Yang Fan didn't show any displeasure, but suddenly recalled the younger brother who was innocent and depended on him in every possible way.

"Looks like I'm going to visit the 'Yang Family Fort' tomorrow. Let's see what the ancestor of the Yang Family wants me to do, and I'll also go to see my disappointing younger brother."

Yang Fan looked at the sky outside the window and murmured.

After all, they are biological brothers, and the relationship of more than ten years is there.

"As a brother, you must have the corresponding tolerance..."

Yang Fan thought so.

"My lord, you are finally returning to the family." Lin Zhong said with a smile on his face, "Today's Yangjiabao will definitely treat you as a guest of honor."

"Actually, if it wasn't for my younger brother, Yang Jiabao, for me, I wouldn't have much to worry about."

Yang Fan said indifferently, and there was even a faint gleam of coldness in his eyes.

When Lin Zhong heard this, he couldn't help but fight a cold war.

"By the way, young master, with your Concentration Pill, I have great hope of advancing to the Concentration Stage. I plan to rest for a few days and continue to attack the Concentration Stage."

Lin Zhong asked for instructions.

"Let me give you a suggestion." Yang Fan pondered.

"Sir, please speak."

"Within half a year, keep this medium-grade Yunshen Pill in your hands, and make your heart peaceful and peaceful, and eliminate all worries and fears. Then try to use your own strength to attack the concentration period. If you don't use external objects, rely on yourself The successful advancement of your strength will be more conducive to further breakthroughs in the future."

Yang Fan said calmly.

"I will do what you say." Lin Zhong said without thinking.

……

The next morning, Yang Fan left Wuliu Town with Hu Fei and headed for Yangjiabao.

"Hey, Yangjiabao? I've only heard of it before, but I've never been there. I don't know how it compares to Yuwu Villa."

Hu Fei said curiously.

After walking for a long time, Hu Fei felt a little impatient: "This is too slow, why don't we fly over."

"Okay, then take me and fly there."

Yang Fan said calmly, the corners of his mouth slightly pursed.

"You..." Hu Fei was speechless.

However, who told him to be Yang Fan's personal bodyguard?

So, a flying sword carried the two of them through the air.

Yu Jian flew more than ten times faster.

Not long after, the two flew to Yangjiabao.

"Fly in directly." Yang Fan said lightly.

This place is no better than Kyoto, you can fly if you want, you don't have to worry about anything.

call out!
A fiery red sword light shuttled over the Yangjiabao sky.

"Look! Look! A strong man in the concentration stage..."

Some rookie monks exclaimed, slightly surprised.

In a remote area like Yangjiabao, the monks in the concentrating stage are all elders, and it is rare to see them on weekdays.

Seeing someone flying with a sword at this moment is somewhat novel.

"Stop there."

Yang Fan pointed to a certain courtyard under his feet.

The two landed in front of this independent courtyard.

"This is where I used to live..."

Yang Fan stared at the familiar courtyard in front of him, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

Although he is indifferent and has no nostalgia for Yangjiabao, after all, after more than ten years of ups and downs here, he finally has a sense of affection and belonging.

"It looks good, go in and have a look."

Hu Fei is very interested in the place, he wants to see the place where Yang Fan practiced.

After all, he pushed open the door and walked inside.

"You..." Yang Fan's hand outstretched in the air froze, and he took back what he wanted to say.

Because he also wanted to see who moved here after he left.

The courtyard is very quiet, with some exotic flowers and plants, exuding a faint fragrance. The house is elegant and tidy, not luxurious, but it looks very warm.

"Who are you? It's so impolite to come in without knocking."

As soon as the two walked in, a servant girl came out from the flowers with a look of wariness on her face.

"Who is the owner of this courtyard?" Yang Fan asked gently.

The servant girl felt a bit of closeness, all hostility disappeared, and said with a smile: "You guys just came to Yangjiabao, right? The owner of this courtyard is..."

Suddenly, a voice interrupted her: "Haha... I thought someone was back, it turned out to be Junior Brother Yang."

With a "squeak", the door opened, and an extraordinary young man walked out, looking at Yang Fan with a smile on his face.

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