"Xiao Fan, don't you feel a golden dragon in your body?"

The old man who spoke was dressed in a cyan robe, his beard was snow-white, and his eyes were bright, and he was known as Qingyun Daoren.

"Old man, how many times have you asked me? "The young man who spoke was called Zhang Xiaofan, and he was picked up by the old man from the bottom of the mountain.

Since childhood, he has followed Qingyun to study medicine and practice martial arts in Kunlun Mountain, and every time Zhang Xiaofan finishes his cultivation, he will ask such a question.

In fact, the old man himself was not sure if there was a golden dragon in Zhang Xiaofan's body, but every time Zhang Xiaofan was cultivating, he always vaguely felt a golden light flickering, like a golden dragon.

"Xiao Fan, today I pinched my fingers, you are an extraordinary person, but the life of the true dragon. The old man said seriously.

"As far as your second-in-command is capable, can you see it accurately? Zhang Xiaofan whispered.

"Fan, although I miscalculated Widow Zhang once for Yamashita, you don't have to doubt Grandpa's ability so much. ”

"Forget it, anyway, there are not many days to live, your grandfather and I fought today!"

"The secret technique of the Heavenly Gate leads to the eyes of heaven and sees through the reincarnation of numerology!"

The old man let out a low snort, put his fingers together, and pointed to the center of his brow, and then the breath of life quickly converged, and the old man's skin could be seen rapidly drying up.

The old man is almost 200 years old, and he has been saying that his life is short.

Tongtian Eye, Zhang Xiaofan knows, is a secret technique that requires the sacrifice of people's yang longevity, and it is said that there is enough strength to be able to see through a person's past and present lives, numerology reincarnation.

To be honest, although the old man is not serious, he is very good to him.

The old man stimulated Tongtian's eyes, and he would definitely die, Zhang Xiaofan couldn't help but feel a little moist in the corners of his eyes.

"What a strong wheel of life!" the old man was already extremely difficult to speak, and he could clearly feel that the old man's breath of life was already very weak.

He did see that Zhang Xiaofan's life wheel was a golden dragon!

"Ahem... Stinky boy, you are indeed the destiny of the true dragon, and you will definitely be able to soar into the sky. ”

The old man suddenly smacked blood: "There is a letter here... Go to Jinghai City..."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, he lost the breath of life.

Zhang Xiaofan wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, the old man let him do dirty and tiring work on weekdays, and at this moment the old man was really gone, and he felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

Carrying the old man's body, Zhang Xiaofan walked to the back mountain, chose the largest peach tree, dug a big pit, and buried the old man.

This is according to the old man's meaning, buried under the peach blossom tree after death, and there will be some peach blossom luck in the next life.

He built a grave, took a plank, and erected a monument to the old man.

The Tomb of the Qingyun Immortals.

The old man was eager to become an immortal, and he even gave himself the name of a Qingyun Immortal.

He kowtowed three times, then returned to his place and burned all the old man's relics to the old man, as well as the adult magazines that the old man treasured.

Zhang Xiaofan kept filial piety to the old man for seven days, which can be regarded as repaying the old man's kindness.

Zhang Xiaofan wanted to pack up his things and leave, but it seemed that there was really nothing to pack, all of them were old and old items.

He carried with him a change of clothes, letters and addresses left by the old man, and a silver needle that the old man had always regarded as a treasure.

Looking at the thatched house, Zhang Xiaofan had a lot of thoughts, after all, it was a place where he had lived for eighteen years, and he was inevitably reluctant in his heart.

After stopping for a long time, Zhang Xiaofan turned around and walked down the mountain.

……

A day later, Jinghai City, Blue Sky Garden, Room 203, Building 12.

After asking the security guard of the community, Zhang Xiaofan found a place and knocked on the door.

The door was opened by a middle-aged woman, in her early forties, with some wrinkles on her face and a not very good complexion.

"Little master, who are you looking for? ”

The middle-aged woman looked at Zhang Xiaofan in some surprise.

Zhang Xiaofan took out the letter and handed it to her: "It was my master who asked me to come." ”

The middle-aged woman took the letter, read it, and said after a while: "It turned out to be Master Qingyun's apprentice, let the little master come in." ”

Zhang Xiaofan smiled slightly and followed in, the house was simple and neat and bright.

Looking up, there was a tablet not far away, and the incense had not yet been burned.

"My husband passed away a month ago, and twenty years ago, Master Qingyun saved his life and allowed him to live for another twenty years. The middle-aged woman's expression was a little sad.

"Auntie, please mourn. Zhang Xiaofan lowered his head and said.

"Call me Aunt Yun, your master is our great benefactor, you will live with me in the future, and I will arrange for you to go to school." Aunt Yun whispered.

"Going to school?"

Zhang Xiaofan was a little stunned, this old man didn't say it, could it be that the meaning of the letter is to let him live here, then go to school, and live a normal life.

After thinking about it, Zhang Xiaofan felt that this was not bad.

"Mom, I'm back. ”

Aunt Yun was about to explain to Zhang Xiaofan when the door was pushed open, and a girl of seventeen or eighteen walked in.

The neat and clean school uniform, the white and tender long legs are exposed under the skirt, the long black hair is like a waterfall, the delicate facial features, the proud curves, and the whole person exudes a youthful and beautiful atmosphere.

"Xiaofan, let me introduce you, this is my daughter, Wang Yuqing. Aunt Yun then introduced.

"Hello. ”

Zhang Xiaofan nodded towards Wang Yuqing as a sign of politeness.

"Mom, who is this hillbilly? Looking at Zhang Xiaofan, who was dressed in rough cloth, Wang Yuqing didn't care, and even had a little mockery.

"Don't mess around, he is an apprentice of Eun Gong, and he will live with us in the future. Aunt Yun was a little unhappy.

"Wouldn't it, he lives with us? Mom, Dad is dead, it's difficult for you to make money to support me alone, and you still have to support him?" Wang Yuqing was suddenly annoyed, as if she was facing a big enemy, she didn't want Zhang Xiaofan to share her pocket money.

"I can make money myself. Zhang Xiaofan explained.

"Pull it down, you can still make money? Are you going out to set up a stall and be a charlatan?" Wang Yuqing sarcastically.

"Yuqing, you're going too far!" Aunt Yun reprimanded.

"However, a strange man lives in the house, what if he plots against me?" Wang Yuqing looked at Zhang Xiaofan, full of vigilance. Especially Zhang Xiaofan's burning eyes looking at her made her feel extremely uneasy.

Zhang Xiaofan blushed when he said this, Wang Yuqing was the first girl of the same age he saw, and she was so beautiful, so naturally she couldn't help but take a few more looks, after all, it was an eighteen-year-old young man, and it was normal.

"Alright, alright, let's do our homework. ”

Aunt Yun relieved Zhang Xiaofan, Wang Yuqing walked into her room very reluctantly, and closed the door with a "coax".

"This kid..."

Aunt Yun said in a low voice, "It's all my fault for blaming her for being bad." ”

"Hmph, Tubaozi, I will definitely kick you out!" Wang Yuqingxiu clenched her fists, already planning a way to deal with Zhang Xiaofan in her heart.

Not long after, after dinner, Aunt Yun said that she would help Zhang Xiaofan arrange school tomorrow.

"I haven't even gone to the bathroom..."Wang Yuqing looked at Zhang Xiaofan secretly through the crack in the door, ready to implement her plan.