Living in the world of cultivation

It is autumn again, and the leaves are yellow.

The sun at noon in autumn is still very hot. Su Fan sits on a recliner in the yard, basking in the sun leisurely.

There is a clay stove on the stone table next to him, and the teapot is steaming.

Su Fan has been looking at it for a long time, but he is too lazy to move.

The spiritual tea is still left by Lao Ye. Every time he puts a few leaves, he can make several brews. Until now, there are still a lot left.

Looking at the boiling spiritual tea, he misses Lao Ye a little.

Calculating the time, Su Fan has been in this world of cultivation for almost a year.

Now Su Fan is definitely a legendary figure in Shaoyang Market.

Not to mention those casual cultivators, even the Qingxuan Sect disciples in the market know that there is a person like him.

Brother is not in the world, but there are always legends about him in the world.

Anyway, his current status in Shaoyang Market is very transcendent.

Although the attitude of the people of Qingxuan Sect towards him is not to contact, not to provoke, and not to pay attention to him.

But for the casual cultivators, it was different.

If someone else had his status, he would definitely show off in the market every day.

Build a big house and marry more than a dozen concubines.

But Su Fan didn't even show his face. He didn't dare to go to the market for fear of being watched by others, so he just stayed at home.

Fortunately, he still had two identities. Occasionally, when he was bored at home, he would change his face and go to the market for a stroll.

These few months, Su Fan was like a dream.

Old Xu came every day, just like a housekeeper.

All the trivial matters in life, even buying a few bottles of elixir, were handled by him personally.

Old Xu wanted to find a few young and beautiful female cultivators to serve Su Fan's daily life.

But the shop girls and female bodhisattvas had a great influence on him.

He always felt uneasy about the female cultivators in this world. Who knows if they are the nails sent by the Demon Sect, so he simply refused.

Now he doesn't even have to worry about eating. Three meals a day are delivered to his home by the people of the Wind Hall.

He cooks them in different ways every day, and they are all signature dishes of the best restaurants in Fangshi.

In addition to practicing and drawing talismans, he basks in the sun in the yard and lies on a recliner in a daze.

He has no shortage of spiritual stones, and no one comes to disturb him.

Su Fan enjoys this kind of corrupt life very much.

Having lived two lives, this is actually the life he once longed for the most.

But he never lived such a life even for one day before.

For some reason, he always feels unreal.

The experience of his previous life tells him that life is not satisfactory, eight out of ten times.

It is not a good thing to be too smooth.

Whenever life gets a little better, there will always be inexplicable changes, and encounter some small setbacks or something.

On the contrary, there is nothing wrong with ordinary days.

In any case, cherish it while you can.

Anyway, this kind of good life will not last long. When the battle between immortals and demons comes, who knows what Yongzhou will become.

At this time, Lao Xu carried two food boxes and pushed the door into the yard.

He glanced at the teapot on the stone table, quickly put down the lunch box, walked over to take the teapot down, and poured a cup of spiritual tea for Su Fan.

Looking at Su Fan lying on the recliner, Xu Wen couldn't help shaking his head and smiling bitterly.

He had never seen such a person, staying at home for several months without going out. If it were him, he would have gone crazy.

But Su Fan was willing to do it, and would rather lie flat until he died.

"Brother, it's time to eat..."

After saying this, Old Xu carried the lunch box into the house.

Su Fan lazily moved his body, picked up the teacup on the stone table and took a sip, then got up from the recliner.

He stretched and went into the house.

Lunch was four dishes, one soup, and a large bowl of spiritual rice.

Su Fan had a big appetite, and each dish was very filling.

He held the rice bowl to eat, and Xu Wen beside him talked to him about what happened recently in the market.

Because of Su Fan, Jifengtang has developed well in Shaoyangfang.

All parties were very respectful. The former mortal enemy, the Wuyun Gang, was almost becoming a branch of the Jifeng Hall.

Xu Wen was now the second-in-command of the Jifeng Hall and was also considered a top figure in Shaoyang Market.

"No news from the Qin State recently, right?"

After hearing Su Fan's words, Xu Wen shook his head.

"I haven't heard any news, but there are more and more flying boats coming from Ganzhou and Lanzhou."

Su Fan knew that the Xianzong had begun to prepare for the war in a few years.

It seemed that if the war didn't start soon, they could still relax for another two years.

After Old Xu left, Su Fan came to the basement.

He took out the palm-sized "Evil Ghost Banner" from the storage bag and pinched a strange seal with his left hand.

His lips moved slightly, chanting a strange spell.

The "Evil Ghost Banner" moved without wind and instantly turned into a black giant banner several meters in size, and the entire basement became gloomy.

Su Fan pointed with his right hand, and thick black smoke surged out of the "Evil Ghost Banner", and the entire basement was instantly shrouded in black smoke.

The black smoke gradually condensed and gradually turned into black figures.

Among the countless ghosts, a female figure wearing a white ancient dress appeared vaguely.

This is an evil ghost, suspended one foot in the air, floating with its toes pointing downwards, and its hair drooping to the ground.

In the black hair parted in front of the forehead, a face was pale, and the eyes were completely black, without pupils.

The black nails that popped out from the two slowly raised hands were two feet long, and looked like ten slender, curved black blades.

A chuckle similar to that of a human woman came out of the evil ghost's toothless mouth, carrying a gloomy wind, sweeping out, as if it could freeze a person's soul.

The dozens of evil ghosts behind her also began to show their miserable green faces, which were extremely hideous and terrifying.

A sinister and extremely harsh hissing sound emerged from all directions, the sound was extremely terrifying, with endless resentment and coldness.

That kind of terrifying feeling rushed towards Su Fan.

It was too scary!

Su Fan quickly pinched his fingers and chanted a spell.

The huge "evil ghost banner" moved without wind, and dozens of ghosts turned into black smoke again and were sucked into the black banner.

Seeing that the ghosts in the basement were all collected in the "evil ghost banner", Su Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

The last time Su Fan was ambushed in the alley, he used two evil cultivation tools, which really worked well.

The magic and magic weapons of evil cultivators and demon sects are sinister and treacherous, and are specifically designed to counter the magic weapons of the immortal sect.

Today, Su Fan took out the "Evil Ghost Banner" and wanted to try the power of this magic weapon.

Who would have thought that a bunch of evil ghosts and fierce ghosts would appear, and he was almost scared to death.

It is not human for ghost cultivators to be with ghosts every day.

However, the power of this "Evil Ghost Banner" should not be underestimated.

At least in certain environments, it will be as sinister and vicious as "Corrupted Bone Sand" and "Ghost Whip", and it is hard to defend against.

Especially when used to sneak attack immortal sect cultivators, it will definitely play an unexpected effect.

Thinking of this, Su Fan left the basement and came to the yard.

He lay down on the recliner and took out a book from the storage bag. It was the "True Explanation of the Ghost Way", and he read it seriously.

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