Xianhong Road

Chapter 466
"This one……"

Under the great pressure from Yang Fan, Yin San almost collapsed, finally gritted his teeth and gave it up, resolutely said:
"The old servant speculates that the rebellion within the organization may be the 'king of the heavens'... But the old servant has no real evidence, it is just a guess."

"The king of devouring heaven?" Yang Fan read these four words softly, his face was cold: "Tell me the basis of your guess."

"First, he strongly opposed Hu Fei's becoming the new king. Second, in the past ten years, he has had a lot of unknown powerhouses under his command, even some high-ranking Golden Cores. Third, since After the fall of King Yintian, he intends to become the head of the four great kings, and most of the power in the organization is controlled by him." Yin San said logically.

"So, he has now become the number one figure in the Dark Blood Dynasty, and I have no real rights when I return to Northern Qin?"

Yang Fan asked with a sneer.

"There are dozens of members of the organization who were originally loyal to the 'Hidden King'. They are absolutely loyal to you, King."

Yin San looked flustered, fearing that Yang Fan would get angry.

Yang Fan's face was terrified, and his eyes flashed: "After today, you try to send a message to the other three kings that Yang has returned to Yuyang to discuss important matters. Within two months, you must arrive at Wuliu Town , Offenders will be killed without mercy!!"

"Yes." Yin San immediately agreed, but there was some hesitation and worry on his face.

"You were my father's confidant during his lifetime. If you have any questions, you can ask them directly."

"Young Master, it might not be appropriate to do this. The 'Sky Devouring King' has attracted many strong men and has a very high reputation in the organization. There may be other forces behind it. If the king is not absolutely sure, it is best to think long-term. "

Yin San said with a sincere face.

"I like to take the initiative now, rather than being led by the nose by the enemy." Yang Fan put his hands behind his back, looked into the distance, and said with confidence: "If he dares to come, I am absolutely sure that he will come or not. He If you don't come, I will join forces with King Yintian and Hu Fei to revive the Dark Blood Dynasty."

"Yes!" Yin San was determined. From Yang Fan, he felt the deep plan of the former master "Yin Tian King".

After discussing some things with Yin San, Yang Fan waved him away.

At this time, the sun had already set, and the faint night and the blush that had not completely faded could be seen in the sky.

Yang Fan found that although no one lived in his house all year round, there was not much dust and the house was cleaned quietly.

"Did my brother send someone to clean it?"

Thinking this way, he walked out of the house, and walked in the direction of "Pu'ai Medical Center" according to the feeling in his memory.

Under the gloomy sky with a hint of red, Yang Fan found the medical center.

On the plaque of the medical center, the words "Puai Medical Center" are slightly old and vicissitudes after years of wind and rain.

Yang Fan suddenly remembered that the words on the plaque were inscribed by himself.

At this moment, it seems that there is a kind of detachment and nostalgia looking back at the smoke and clouds of the past.

He stepped into the medical hall, even though it was getting late, there were still a few patients inside, and there were pharmacists and doctors sitting there.

Yang Fan walked into the medical hall, sniffing the strong smell of herbs that seemed to exude the vicissitudes of time, and a different feeling came to his heart again.

He had a brief epiphany.

This is not a deduction and comprehension of Xianhong's skills, but a kind of understanding of life and life.

After 30 years of vicissitudes, when he returned to Wuliu Town, things changed and people changed, and the world changed.

Whether it is a person or an object, they all appear small and powerless in the face of time.

Even if he is a cultivator, if he cannot advance to the next level, he will eventually turn into a pile of loess.

Even, Yang Fan was doubting: even real immortals, can they achieve true immortality in the face of endless years?

Even immortals can live the same life as heaven and earth.

So, if the world also comes to the end of destruction, can the immortal still live?

He just stood there meditating, and time passed by.

Soon, night completely enveloped the land, and the night outside became darker.

An apprentice in the medical hall yawned.

"Young man, it's so late, you've been standing here for a long time, why don't you go back?"

An elderly sixty-year-old doctor came over and said gently.

Yang Fan turned sideways to him, opened his eyes from an epiphany, and a bright crystal flashed in his eyes, like stars in the dark night.

"Why should I leave?" Yang Fan smiled slightly and looked at the old doctor.

This medical center belongs to him. In the past, he often stayed here overnight or even retreated.

"You...you are—"

Suddenly, the old doctor showed a look of excitement and disbelief.

He saw Yang Fan's face.

Thirty years ago, when he was an unknown doctor, he had seen a man known as a legendary pharmacist.

"You are... Yaoshi Yang?!"

The old doctor's voice trembled slightly, and he seemed uneasy.

"Yes, my surname is Yang, and I am a pharmacist. I founded this clinic."

Yang Fan smiled.

He didn't know each other. 30 years of vicissitudes, can make a familiar person become unknown, let alone a passerby who didn't have much impression?

"Pharmacist Yang, you are that legendary pharmacist. I never thought that the little old man would still see you once in his lifetime..."

The old doctor was almost incoherent, his eyes full of admiration.

"It's been 30 years, and your appearance hasn't changed at all." The old pharmacist was amazed.

The few remaining pharmacists and apprentices in the medical hall rushed over with curious expressions on their faces.

However, the rest of these people are not very old, the apprentices are only between fifteen and twenty years old, and the pharmacists are less than forty.

Thirty years ago, most of them were not yet born, or were still wearing crotch pants.

Therefore, none of these people knew Yang Fan's identity, they just looked at him curiously, talking in low voices.

"What happened, it's noisy!"

At this moment, a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old came out from the inner hall. He had a handsome face with sharp eyebrows, sharp edges and corners, and his face was a little immature and arrogant.

The young man was dressed in white, with a noble temperament, far superior to ordinary people, but there was an innate sense of superiority in his body, and he glanced lightly at everyone in the field.

He soon discovered that Yang Fan was admired and curious by everyone in the medical hall, and he was also the focus of all the doctors and apprentices in the medical hall.

As soon as the boy in white uttered his voice, everyone on the field fell silent, and even a few apprentices couldn't help shivering.

Yang Fan looked at the boy in white, curious about his identity, he had never seen him before.

Given the age of this young man in white, Yang Fan probably hadn't been born before he left Beiqin.

"Yang Yaoshi, he is the only son of Zheng's family."

The old doctor smiled and said to Yang Fan.

"Master Zheng?" Yang Fan thought for a moment, then said with a smile, "So it's Xiaoman's only son."

Zheng Xiaoman was the first registered disciple Yang Fan accepted.

Unexpectedly, he even has a son now, Yang Fan sighed deeply.

The boy in white was furious when he heard Yang Fan calling his mother "Xiaoman", "Who are you to insult my mother?"

"My lord, you can't do it..." Seeing that the young man in white was being rude to Yang Fan, the old doctor exclaimed and stopped him: "He is yours..."

"Get out—" The boy in white gave him a haughty and contemptuous look, and pushed the old doctor away.

thump!
The old doctor was slapped flying by his palm, and he slammed into the wall hard. With a muffled grunt, blood even spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He is a mortal old man in sixties, how can he withstand the violent strength of a young man.

What's more, this boy in white is not an ordinary person.

Seeing this scene, Yang Fan looked sullen, and couldn't help wondering: "Is this really Zheng Xiaoman's son?"

"Old man, are you okay?" Yang Fan walked over to help the old doctor, ignoring the boy in white.

The young man in white felt a trace of contempt and condescension in Yang Fan's eyes, like the gaze of an ant from a cultivator looking at a mortal.

Seeing this, he was even more unhappy.

And Yang Fan happened to help the old doctor up, patted him a few times, and then glanced at him lightly: "Beat people casually, this is what your mother taught you? What's more, this old man is a doctor in the hospital."

The white-clothed boy was startled for a moment, then sneered and said, "I didn't kill him, and ants like you don't belong to the same world as me at all."

"Ants?" Yang Fan healed the old doctor's wound, and couldn't help laughing when he heard these two words. The sarcasm in that smile made the boy in white feel uncomfortable.

At this time, the old doctor who was knocked into the air just now stood beside him without saying a word, and looked at the boy in white coldly, even gloating a bit.

"You small mortal, how dare you laugh at me?" The boy in white smiled instead of anger.

"A mortal?" Yang Fan shook his head, feeling ridiculous and pathetic: "A little monk in the qi refining period, a frog at the bottom of a well, runs amok in the mortal world, how do you know that the sky is high and the earth is thick?"

"You are also an immortal cultivator!?" The expression of the white-clothed boy changed, and the anger in his heart increased greatly, as if he was being played by the other party.

However, he couldn't see through Yang Fan's cultivation at all.

If you let him know that the person standing in front of you is a terrifying figure comparable to Nascent Soul, how much confidence do you have for arrogance?
"Okay! You are a cultivator, so I will not be polite."

Frightened and angry, the young man in white waved his hands, and the scorching air blasted a fire snake four or five feet long towards Yang Fan.

Yang Fan stood still, opened his mouth and blew, and the aggressive fire snake, like a candle in a storm, was extinguished instantly.

what! !

The boy in white shuddered.

If the attack he sent out in the late stage of Qi refining was blown out by the opponent at will, then at least he is an expert in the foundation building stage.

Foundation building period! !

Putting it in the Immortal Cultivation Realm nearby, that would be a strong person to frighten one side!
Facing the powerhouse in the foundation building stage, he immediately became a little scared.

"Who is fighting outside? Disturbing Qingning in the medical center!"

At this moment, a majestic man's voice came.

As soon as the words fell, a young man about 30 years old walked out from the inner hall of the medical hall. He had an ordinary face, but he had an aura of detachment.

"Master Lin!"

All the apprentices and the doctor saluted solemnly, with expressions of respect on their faces.

"Grandpa Lin." The young man in white yelled with a look of grievance on his face, and quickly explained: "Uncle Lin, this immortal cultivator dared to act wildly in my Pu'ai Medical Center, and I was about to punish him..."

However, the young man called Uncle Lin didn't listen to him at all.

He froze in place.

His gaze was fixed on Yang Fan, and he never moved away.

Surprise first appeared on his face, and then it turned into excitement and excitement, and a hot tear rolled in his eye socket.

"...you are finally back." The voice was a little hoarse, joyful and excited.

Yang Fan looked at him quietly with a gentle smile on his face: "Old friend, we have been separated for nearly 30 years, how have you been?"

(Second watch arrives, call for recommendation tickets or monthly tickets.)
(End of this chapter)