The law of true fragrance that cannot be escaped

The expression of the person in front of him actually became a little angry, his clear and handsome face was stained with a slight blush, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were slightly raised, and the vivid appearance of his eyebrows and eyes became lively and fragrant.

No longer as indifferent as before, the person in front of him waved his sleeves and asked him dryly, "You, why do you believe in Buddhism?"

Fan Zonghan heard it funny, clasped his hands on his lap, and leaned on the sofa, "Why can't I believe in Buddhism, and besides, do I need you to care about what I believe in?"

His cool lips curled up, and his phoenix eyes were full of meaning. His health has always been bad, and his illness has been weird since he was a child. Medicine is difficult to cure. His parents at home tried their best to keep him healthy. His mother prayed for him and believed in Buddha. This habit will naturally be passed on to the juniors in the family.

In order to reassure his family, Fan Zonghan not only will not stop, but will also cooperate. Although he has been with the Buddha all year round, he is not religious, because he does not believe in these things, which of course includes Taoism.

Praying for God and Buddha is worse than praying for himself. He knows his body, if praying for Buddha is really useful, he would already be safe and sound, so why wait until a few years later, if he doesn't stop his parents, it's just to let them seek peace of mind.

But how could Fan Zonghan tell Ronghua about these things.

Now he was sitting comfortably, looking at the person in front of him with interest, to see how he reacted.

After hearing this, Rong Hua looked a little listless, "... I don't need to worry about it."

Although her soul has not changed, Hanhan is no longer obedient...

No, not right!

As if thinking of something, he raised his head again, "But you are born with the Tao, and cultivation is the most suitable for you, little nephew..."

Accidentally called out the name of the previous world.

Sure enough, Fan Zonghan's face darkened for a moment.

"What did you call me?!"

Ronghua hesitated, feeling that the world is too full of momentum, "You heard me wrong, I was talking about small bamboo shoots, I'm hungry..."

Fan Zonghan raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

Ronghua rubbed his belly, he hadn't eaten yet, "Mr. Fan, you are born with Taoism, and your aptitude for cultivation is unmatched. If you believe in Buddhism, wouldn't it be a waste of such talent? Taoism is rare, and there is no one in a million... Fan You might as well consider following me to cultivate the Tao.”

"Born with bones?" Fan Zonghan read slowly, staring at Ronghua with his pitch-black phoenix eyes, "Why didn't I know that my bones were different from ordinary people."

"Mr. Fan, if you don't believe me, I can prove it to you." Rong Hua approached again, wanting to touch the center of Fan Zonghan's eyebrows with his fingertips.

However, after just touching it, Rong Hua immediately moved his fingertips away with a look of surprise, "How could your Dao bone be in an open state?!"

He unquestionably held Fan Zonghan's hands again.

Fan Zonghan's eyes looking at him were already stained with silvery white dao marks at this time, and they climbed upwards, faintly visible, but the master didn't seem to notice it.

When Ronghua just took his hands, Fan Zonghan's face became even paler. Then, after Ronghua's power slowly flowed into his body, he closed his eyes slightly, but felt a sense of comfort that he hadn't felt for a long time.

But now Ronghua felt sorry for him.

In this world, the natural Dao bone has already been opened, and I don't know how much Fan Zonghan has suffered for this...

Although the talent of the natural Dao bone is unparalleled, there is no one in ten thousand, but the opening of the Dao bone requires someone to guide it. In the previous world, it was guided by Ronghua, so Yu Taihan's cultivation can be so smooth, and the Dao bone is perfect and worry-free.

However, in this world, although I don't know why Yu Taihan's soul also came here, but he became Fan Zonghan, he must have been in a state of opening from the Taoist bone, and if no one guides him, the natural Taoist bone will automatically gather Dao power, right? The body of a cultivator will be a painful torture.

"Feeling better?" Ronghua said softly, touching Fan Zonghan's face the moment he opened his eyes, "You're sweating."

The person in front of him looked gentle, and Fan Zonghan shuddered. He dodged back and frowned, "You...?"

Ronghua withdrew his hand and smiled and said, "I think I still have to tell you one thing now."

He paused every word, "I have never had any blood relationship with the Yu family."

What is related by blood is only his consciousness, which was transformed into a substitute and was born in Yu's family, but Ronghua itself is not.

As early as the moment his consciousness was withdrawn, he had no kinship relationship with the Yu family, and the reason why the blood beads that came out would fuse was just the effect of his power.

However, he is still him, and his consciousness is a tiny part of him, so the world will recognize him as a member of the Yu family.

Hearing these words, Fan Zonghan's heart suddenly shrank, and something was relieved. His eyes widened slightly, and his eyes were full of Ronghua's figure, but he said in his mouth, "What are you talking about?" ?”

Ronghua was already smiling, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand."

He spread his hands in front of Fan Zonghan, and the white power floated out, and slowly rotated to the two people's bodies, dotted with stars, radiant astonishment.

"Is your body not very good when you urinate since you were a child? And your condition is strange, and it is difficult to find out medically?" Ronghua turned his wrist, and the white power contained in his fingertips. Opening it but not guiding it will lead to remaining Dao power in the body, which will not be able to support it.”

Hearing Ronghua babbling about his illness, Fan Zonghan felt a little amused in his heart. He had heard too much about the causes of his illness over the years, and Ronghua's reason was the most bizarre and unexpected... However, what the person in front of him is doing now Everything is more unbelievable.

He has never seen such a miraculous, mysterious and mysterious method.

"So what do you mean, if I practice Taoism with you, I will be cured?" Fan Zonghan said slowly.

Ronghua nodded repeatedly like a little puppy with a bone in its mouth, "Yes, yes, that's right."

Fan Zonghan laughed a few times in a low voice, the blush at the corners of his eyes became more sickly and evil|charismatic, he clenched Ronghua's hands tightly, and in an instant, the power of circulation disappeared, and Ronghua was stunned.

Fan Zonghan approached at this time, his voice was inaudible, but because he leaned so closely, he could hear clearly, "If I follow you to practice Taoism, what will I call you? Am I... Master?"

The last two words are extremely lingering|lingering, ambiguous|ambiguous and low-pitched, Ronghua's earlobes are red from the spray of hot steam, and his heart beats a little faster.

"No, no need." Ronghua blinked innocently, thinking that Hanhan was really a bad student.

Looking at Fan Zonghan's handsome and evil face, he even felt bad intentions, and whispered in his ear as he approached, "How about...call me uncle?"

Fan Zonghan's fingertips trembled, his eyes deepened, and a hoarse laughter sounded, "Audacity."

After finishing speaking, he let go of Ronghua, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked up implicitly, "Who are you?"

"There is a temple owner, my name is Ronghua."

Ronghua...

The name was murmured twice, Fan Zonghan stood up, half a head taller than Ronghua, although his body was a little thin, but obviously had strong muscles, set off by the black Tang suit, he had an extraordinary bearing.

"What's your opinion?" Seeing him standing up, Rong Hua slightly raised his head and asked.

"Impossible." Fan Zonghan watched Ronghua with great interest.

"Why is it impossible?" Ronghua wondered, "I made you very comfortable just now, and you also know that as long as you practice with me, your body will heal itself, and you won't..."

"..." Fan Zonghan's face turned dark, "I don't live under others, and I won't call you master."

Ronghua: "..."

Why does Hanhan have so many problems in this world...

"In short..." Fan Zonghan was about to say something, but Rong Hua lowered his head and counted with his fingers.

Based on the calculations by myself and combined with the information given by Jian Xie, Ronghua was already confident, raised his head and said, "Apart from your poor health since childhood, you have had a smooth life, your parents are beautiful and powerful, your elder brother is in politics, your second brother is in the army, And they are all married and have children, you were born later, you are quite loved by your family, and now you are the richest and most powerful person in city b, the juniors in your family respect you and fear you, but you are more worried about your health just like the elders... "

Ronghua's words made Fan Zonghan's expression even more unpredictable.

"Are you used to letting go of your own temper? Don't you want to follow me to practice Taoism and heal your body?" Ronghua looked up at him with his hands behind his back.

Fan Zonghan was silent, but the meaning was obvious, he just didn't want to be like Ronghua.

"Okay." Old God Ronghua nodded, "I'll tell your parents!"

Fan Zonghan: "..."

He smiled angrily, "You will find another way."

Ronghua pursed her lips modestly, "It's so-so."

Fan Zonghan took a deep breath, suddenly pulled Rong Hua to him, and asked in a low voice, "You seem to care about me?"

How can you not care.

In the last world, you accompanied me for so long, almost inseparable, and in the end, you showed such a sad and distressing appearance before he left...

Ronghua's mood was a bit complicated, and when he faced the pale Fan Zonghan again, he had some strange feelings.

"I just think...it's a pity to be born with a Dao bone and not to cultivate the Dao." Ronghua sighed, old-fashioned, "Look at you, you are so sick."

Fan Zonghan lowered his brows and raised the corners of his mouth, "No, your reasons are not enough to convince me."

He let go of Ronghua, took a few steps back, and said in a reckless manner, "I say no to inconvenience, come to me again when you come up with a better reason, now that you leave, I won't hold you accountable for trespassing here."

Hanhan, you are too much.

Rong Hua pursed his lips unconsciously, "Then... I want you to braid me every morning?"

Fan Zonghan: "..."

He looked at Ronghua's long black hair, but he was a little lost in thought.

"I'll leave here first, and I hope Mr. Fan can change his mind next time." Ronghua turned and left after speaking.

This time he went down from the fourth floor in a fair manner, even startled the bodyguard at the door, and hurried into the room, "Master!"

Fan Zonghan waved his hand, "It's okay, let him go."

"Yes." The bodyguard nodded hesitantly, wondering how Ronghua got here.

"That's right." Fan Zonghan stopped the bodyguard who was about to leave, with a little doubt on his face, "Do you know...how to braid pigtails?"

Bodyguard: "...huh?"

"It's okay, let's go down." Fan Zonghan waved his hands with a dark face, feeling that he who asked this question really had a brain hole.

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