Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

Fang Lin had joked to himself before, maybe he could consider pursuing Miss Yan San, so that the marriage between Yan Ye's family could be dissolved.

It was a joke, but Fang Lin actually had this idea at this moment, because Miss Yan San was much more beautiful than he thought.

With long flowing hair, delicate and handsome facial features, flawless and clean skin, and a tall figure of about 1.8 meters with long legs, there are a few men who can resist this.

Although Fang Lin has never been to a bridal shop, he has heard about this one. Even if you have to pick and choose a custom-made wedding dress yourself, the implications are obvious. .??.

In fact, what Miss Yan San disliked was not the wedding dress, but the young master of the Ye family who was about to marry her.

Just when Fang Lin was having some thoughts, he was brought back to reality by the sound of cell phone ringing.

"Mr. Fang, it's time to prepare things."

"Miss Ye, it seems it's not the time we agreed on yet, right?"

Ye Qingtong is not a good person, so Fang Lin said angrily when he heard her voice.

"Mr. Fang, are you blaming me for disturbing you? In that case, just pretend that I never made this call. I mistook my good intentions for the wrong things."

Ye Qingtong in the villa seemed to have long been accustomed to Fang Lin's tone. Instead of being angry at all, he said with a playful tone.

"If you have something to say, just say it."

"Okay, to be honest, Mr. Fang, we are going to Tianling tonight. I think this name will be familiar to you, right?"

"I reject."

At this time, traces of evil spirits have appeared, so Fang Lin may not need to continue cooperating with her at all. So he just said a cold word and immediately hung up the phone without mercy.

Of course, Fang Lin also knew what she was talking about preparing. It was nothing more than the necessary items for the engineer shovel.

As for that mausoleum, Fang Lin was even more thunderous. It is said that there is a cultivator ancestor buried there with countless treasures, but that is just a legend. No one has found any trace of him so far, it is just rumored that it is in the suburbs of Beijing.

The ancestor of cultivation, Fang Lin, had also heard that it was said to be an existence that had already emerged. The mausoleum is not his own mausoleum, but the mausoleum of his hard work during his lifetime.

Legend has it that as long as you find that book, you can dominate the world. However, these are just legends, and in Fang Lin's eyes, you are just a joke.

First of all, to dominate the world, has such a figure ever appeared on earth in more than four billion years? Furthermore, what is it but an idiot to waste time just for a legend? How many Chinese myths and legends are there?

Afterwards, Ye Qingtong made several more calls, but was directly blacklisted by Fang Lin. She was so angry that she smashed the entire phone to pieces.

"Master Mu is here..."

"Quick, let let..."

"Master Mu is here, and the third lady is finally saved."

While playing with the phone, suddenly a burst of extremely noisy footsteps came from outside to inside, accompanied by exclamations and exhortations.

Given the Yan family's status in China, even the slightest disturbance is enough to attract close attention from all parties. Miss Yan San's critical illness is undoubtedly a headline.

Therefore, countless customers have already been focused outside the bridal shop. However, everyone is just looking at it or doing something anxious, but they don’t take all kinds of photos like they saw during the bustling time.

Then uploaded to the Internet, it can be seen that everyone knows in their hearts that the Yan family cannot be offended.

In just a few seconds, a middle-aged man wearing a long silk shirt walked into the bridal shop surrounded by dozens of bodyguards.

"Who is this Master Mu?"

After taking a look at the many customers around him who were also excited, Fang Lin casually walked to a person and asked curiously.

"Are you a foreigner? You don't even know about Master Mu. You are too ignorant, right?"

With an exclamation, most of the eyes were focused on Fang Lin. However, it was not a kind look, but more like looking at a peep show.

It was as if what they saw was not a person, but a monster.

"Isn't it strange that we don't know each other from outside?" Fang Lin said speechlessly.

"Tch, if you don't know me, don't join in the fun, otherwise you'll be embarrassed."

What made Fang Lin even more speechless was that with a disdainful sneer, the others also cast disdainful looks, and then no one wanted to talk to him anymore.

At this time, Fang Lin pointed at him and cursed: Is this a life coin? Why do you have to know yourself?

However, since there were so many people supporting and admiring him, Fang Lin felt that Master Mu must have some abilities, so he also looked curiously into the bridal shop.

I saw that Master Na Mu first performed some very routine operations, checking his pulse, rolling his eyes, etc., and his expression instantly became serious, as if he had encountered some century-old problem.

"Master, how is my daughter? Could you please say something? She is getting married next month, so we must not make any mistakes!"

A middle-aged man in a suit and leather tie eagerly followed Master Mu who was pacing, almost pleading in a tone of voice.

Yan Bing and Miss Yan San have the same father, which means that this man is Yan Bing's father. Even if there are many great people behind Yan Bing, he cannot be the real chess player who controls the overall situation.

But in a sense, Yan Bing can definitely be regarded as his opponent, so Fang Lin also took a second look at his father.

He is over fifty years old, about seven meters tall, and has a big belly. Apart from suits and leather shoes, he doesn't have much special features. He looks like a standard office manager.

"Well, Mr. Yan, the situation is not very optimistic, isn't it? I have already warned you that Miss Yan is very dangerous today and should not go out. Why don't you listen?" Master Mu said with an extremely solemn expression.

"Hey... this girl has always been like this. She will do whatever you don't let her do. Who would have thought that she would run out without anyone noticing?

Master, please stop talking about these useless things now. What should we do? What medicinal materials do you want? No matter how expensive they are, our Yan family also has them! "

"This is not something that can be solved by medicinal materials. Miss Yan is possessed by an evil spirit! And it is also a very powerful evil spirit. This is not something that ordinary people can control."

After hearing this, Fang Lin was really impressed by Master Mu. This guy really had some abilities. What he said was true. He seemed to be a capable person.

"Then master, please think of a way! What should we do?"

"It's not that there is no way, but it's too dangerous. At least it requires hundreds of years of master's practice. Who...who is laughing there? What's so funny? If you have the ability, come out and laugh." Fang Lin had made a joke to himself before, Maybe you can consider chasing Miss Yan San, so that the marriage between Yan Ye's family can be dissolved.

It was a joke, but Fang Lin actually had this idea at this moment, because Miss Yan San was much more beautiful than he thought.

With long flowing hair, delicate and handsome facial features, flawless and clean skin, and a tall figure of about 1.8 meters with long legs, there are a few men who can resist this.

Although Fang Lin has never been to a bridal shop, he has heard about this one. Even if you have to pick and choose a custom-made wedding dress yourself, the implications are obvious.

In fact, what Miss Yan San disliked was not the wedding dress, but the young master of the Ye family who was about to marry her.

Just when Fang Lin was having some thoughts, he was brought back to reality by the sound of cell phone ringing.

"Mr. Fang, it's time to prepare things."

"Miss Ye, it seems it's not the time we agreed on yet, right?" ??

Ye Qingtong is not a good person, so Fang Lin said angrily when he heard her voice.

"Mr. Fang, are you blaming me for disturbing you? In that case, just pretend that I never made this call. I mistook my good intentions for the wrong things."

Ye Qingtong in the villa seemed to have long been accustomed to Fang Lin's tone. Instead of being angry at all, he said with a playful tone.

"If you have something to say, just say it."

"Okay, to be honest, Mr. Fang, we are going to Tianling tonight. I think this name will be familiar to you, right?"

"I reject."

At this time, traces of evil spirits have appeared, so Fang Lin may not need to continue cooperating with her at all. So he just said a cold word and immediately hung up the phone without mercy.

Of course, Fang Lin also knew what she was talking about preparing. It was nothing more than the necessary items for the engineer shovel.

As for that mausoleum, Fang Lin was even more thunderous. It is said that there is a cultivator ancestor buried there with countless treasures, but that is just a legend. No one has found any trace of him so far, it is just rumored that it is in the suburbs of Beijing.

The ancestor of cultivation, Fang Lin, had also heard that it was said to be an existence that had already emerged. The mausoleum is not his own mausoleum, but the mausoleum of his hard work during his lifetime.

Legend has it that as long as you find that book, you can dominate the world. However, these are just legends, and in Fang Lin's eyes, you are just a joke.

First of all, to dominate the world, has such a figure ever appeared on earth in more than four billion years? Furthermore, what is it but an idiot to waste time just for a legend? How many Chinese myths and legends are there?

Afterwards, Ye Qingtong made several more calls, but was directly blacklisted by Fang Lin. She was so angry that she smashed the entire phone to pieces.

"Master Mu is here..."

"Quick, let let..."

"Master Mu is here, and the third lady is finally saved."

While playing with the phone, suddenly a burst of extremely noisy footsteps came from outside to inside, accompanied by exclamations and exhortations.

Given the Yan family's status in China, even the slightest disturbance is enough to attract close attention from all parties. Miss Yan San's critical illness is undoubtedly a headline.

Therefore, countless customers have already been focused outside the wedding dress shop. However, everyone is just looking at it or doing something anxious, but there is no such thing as taking photos during the busy time.

Then uploaded to the Internet, it can be seen that everyone knows in their hearts that the Yan family cannot be offended.

In just a few seconds, a middle-aged man wearing a long silk shirt walked into the bridal shop surrounded by dozens of bodyguards.

"Who is this Master Mu?"

After taking a look at the many customers around him who were also excited, Fang Lin casually walked to a person and asked curiously.

"Are you a foreigner? You don't even know about Master Mu. You are too ignorant, right?"

With an exclamation, most of the eyes were focused on Fang Lin. However, it was not a kind look, but more like looking at a peep show.

It was as if what they saw was not a person, but a monster.

"Isn't it strange that we don't know each other from outside?" Fang Lin said speechlessly.

"Tch, if you don't know me, don't join in the fun, otherwise you'll be embarrassed."

What made Fang Lin even more speechless was that with a disdainful sneer, the others also cast disdainful looks, and then no one wanted to talk to him anymore.

At this time, Fang Lin pointed at him and cursed: Is this a life coin? Why do you have to know yourself?

However, since there were so many people supporting and admiring him, Fang Lin felt that Master Mu must have some abilities, so he also looked curiously into the bridal shop.

I saw that Master Na Mu first performed some very routine operations, checking his pulse, rolling his eyes, etc., and his expression instantly became serious, as if he had encountered some century-old problem.

"Master, how is my daughter? Could you please say something? She is getting married next month, so we must not make any mistakes!"

A middle-aged man in a suit and leather tie eagerly followed Master Mu who was pacing, almost pleading in a tone of voice.

Yan Bing and Miss Yan San have the same father, which means that this man is Yan Bing's father. Even if there are many great people behind Yan Bing, he cannot be the real chess player who controls the overall situation.

But in a sense, Yan Bing can definitely be regarded as his opponent, so Fang Lin also took a second look at his father.

He is over fifty years old, about seven meters tall, and has a big belly. Apart from suits and leather shoes, he doesn't have much special features. He looks like a standard office manager.

"Well, Mr. Yan, the situation is not very optimistic, isn't it? I have already warned you that Miss Yan is very dangerous today and should not go out. Why don't you listen?" Master Mu said with an extremely solemn expression.

"Hey... this girl has always been like this. She will do whatever you don't let her do. Who would have thought that she would run out without anyone noticing?

Master, please stop talking about these useless things now. What should we do? What medicinal materials do you want? No matter how expensive they are, our Yan family also has them! "

"This is not something that can be solved by medicinal materials. Miss Yan is possessed by an evil spirit! And it is also a very powerful evil spirit. This is not something that ordinary people can control."

After hearing this, Fang Lin was really impressed by Master Mu. This guy really had some abilities. What he said was true. He seemed to be a capable person.

"Then master, please think of a way! What should we do?"

"It's not that there's no way to do it, it's just too dangerous. At least it requires hundreds of years of practice by this master. Who...who is laughing there? What's so funny? If you have the ability, come out and laugh."