Comprehension era

Yan Long was ecstatic when he heard it, and just when he was about to agree, he realized that Zhang Fan was speaking to Dong Canghai.So no matter how reluctant Yan Long was, he could only let go of Dong Canghai's arms.

Dong Canghai turned around, and he glanced at Zhang Fan with some surprise. Although he didn't have much contact with this person, he understood most of his personality that he didn't like to cause trouble.

He didn't expect that Zhang Fan would stand up for him at this time, so he hesitated.

If he returned to the Six People's Room, he would have to face Yan Long. It was very difficult to deal with this person.

But if you go with Zhang Fan, you may encounter even greater troubles.

Although Zhang Fan just got the news that he doesn't practice picking and nourishing exercises, would he have taken a fancy to other things in himself, thus killing people and seizing treasures?

But this hesitation only lasted less than half a second, and Dong Canghai made a decision—rather than being raped by Yan Long, it is better to take the risk of going with Zhang Fan, even if the other party really plots something wrong, but at least he can choose A duel with dignity, not being pinned down.

"Of course, if I don't have enough cash, I can take out a loan, or find a way to get credit." Dong Canghai said with a smile, stepped into the elevator, and pressed the door-closing button.

Yan Long looked unwilling, but he could only watch helplessly as the elevator doors closed and the person he liked was taken away by Zhang Fan.

Yan Long knew very well that he was definitely not Zhang Fan's opponent, and he would not end well if he robbed him of things.

The elevator continued to go up, Zhang Fan suddenly smiled: "You are very courageous, you dare to walk with me, aren't you afraid?"

Dong Canghai felt an inexplicable sense of relief in his heart: "There is nothing to be afraid of. Anyway, you won't be raped first and then killed. At most, you will be murdered and seized treasure."

Zhang Fan turned his face slightly, looked at the young man beside him from the mirror of the elevator door, and thought he was very interesting.

"But I don't think there's anything on me worth your hands." Dong Canghai said, "It's only one level of Qi training, so it's not worth it."

So Zhang Fan laughed, and his smile was not gloomy at all, but rather gentle.

Ding Dong!

When the elevator reached the eighteenth floor, Zhang Fan stepped out of the elevator first, and Dong Canghai followed behind him.

The corridor here is covered with thick carpets, the surrounding lighting is very soft, and the decoration is extremely luxurious. The key is that there are few people, and there are no sounds that make Dong Canghai uncomfortable and embarrassing.

There were only three doors on the first floor. Zhang Fan walked to the innermost door, took out the room card in his purse, swiped it, and walked in first.

Dong Canghai followed behind and stepped into the room without the slightest hesitation.

The moment he stepped into the room, the door closed behind him, but Dong Canghai knew very well that at this point, there was nothing to hesitate or shrink back.

The room was much bigger than Dong Canghai imagined, the living room was separated from the inner room, and there was an office with an extra-large bathtub that was almost no different from a small swimming pool.

There is a European-style leather sofa in the living room. Apart from the TV, there are also a few famous paintings hanging on the wall. I don’t know if they are real or imitated.

The desk in the study is very large, and there are no books on the bookcase, but there are plants around it, which look lively.

As for the big bed in the bedroom, it was placed in the center of the room, and beside the bed was a huge floor-to-ceiling window. Standing by the window, one could see the entire city of Jincheng.

"I thought this place had already left Jincheng." Dong Canghai said.

Zhang Fan got himself a glass of water, took a sip, and simply said two words: "No."

Dong Canghai thought for a while, what Zhang Fan meant was that this hotel had not left Jincheng. He had lived in Jincheng for so many years, and he had never heard of such a hotel, or even seen it.

It seems that it should just be banned, and ordinary people can't see it.

But these are not very important things. After seeing enough of the night scene, Dong Canghai turned around and said sincerely to Zhang Fan, "Thank you for helping me today, and there is nothing I can repay."

Zhang Fan didn't say anything, he looked Dong Canghai up and down, and then said: "It's not like you don't have a chance, I can give you some advice to get rid of Yan Long, but I want to ask for a reward."

Dong Canghai simply agreed: "Okay!"

After exporting the good words, Dong Canghai suddenly felt a little regretful, what if Zhang Fan's reward was based on his body?

Dong Canghai weighed it in his heart for a while, but judging from his appearance... Even if he agreed with his body, it was better than being followed by Yan Long.

"I want all the ghosts in your bag." Zhang Fan pointed to Dong Canghai's backpack.

Dong Canghai immediately sent all the glass bottles containing ghosts in his bag to Zhang Fan. When he was in the bedroom, the glass bottles fell on the bed, and more than a dozen small bottles rolled on the bed.

Zhang Fan carefully checked those small bottles, and after putting them away one by one, he said, "I've accepted the things, now I'll help you look at your backpack."

Dong Canghai lifted the bottom of the backpack and poured out all the messy things in the bag.

Zhang Fan bowed slightly, and picked up those strange things from the bed.

"This is?" Zhang Fan held a glass ball in his hand and looked at it under the lamp.

"This is a dry ice ball I made." Dong Canghai explained, "I added..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Zhang Fan threw the dry ice ball into the trash can. With a sound, the glass cracked, and the room was immediately filled with white mist and stench.

Zhang Fan frowned slightly and looked towards Dong Canghai.

Dong Canghai was embarrassed: "It contains mercaptan..."

"It's useless." Zhang Fan said, "This thing can't even confuse the eyes and ears of monks on the sixth level of Qi training, so throw it all away."

"All? Throw it all away?" Dong Canghai was a little bit reluctant, and it took him a lot of effort.

Zhang Fan threw the four or five dry ice balls on the bed into the trash can, and the room was filled with white mist and the stench was overwhelming.

"You don't have much space in your backpack, so it's better to bring some useful things." Zhang Fan poker-faced, pointed to another thing and asked, "What is this? A gun?"

"It's a pistol I designed and modified by myself. It can be used to shoot liquid nitrogen bombs." Dong Canghai said, "Brother Zhang, help me see, can that strengthening talisman be used on this?"

Zhang Fan picked up the gun and looked at it carefully, and even disassembled it once before nodding in praise: "This thing is not bad, you can keep it. You majored in science?"

"Well, industrial manufacturing." Dong Canghai felt a little proud, because at this moment, he could see the admiration in Zhang Fan's eyes.

"It's not very good to feed your love spiders with worm pills. This low-level worm pill can't feed you with love." Zhang Fan also threw the bottle of worm pills into the trash can, but after a while He just picked it up and threw it into Dong Canghai's hands, "Tomorrow night, you can take this thing to the trading place and sell it for some money."

Dong Canghai put this thing aside.

"A bank card is a good thing. You'd better keep it close to your body, not in your backpack." Zhang Fan picked up the golden card and slipped it into the pocket of Dong Canghai's close-fitting shirt.

Dong Canghai felt that the sensitive part of his chest was gently rubbed by the other party's fingers, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

He sneaked a glance at Zhang Fan, who didn't have any expression on his face, and went to look at other things. It should have just happened to him carelessly, maybe the other party didn't realize what he touched at all.

"Hidden formation flag..." Zhang Fan held the small flags, thought for a while, shook his head and said, "This thing won't work... It can't trap the monks on the sixth level of Qi training, and it can't hide their eyes. A more advanced formation."

Zhang Fan checked the things in Dongcanghai one by one, threw away the useless ones, put aside the ones that could be sold, and stuffed the valuables back into the backpack.

Dong Canghai's backpack immediately vacated a lot of space.

"Your cultivation base is too low, and it is impossible to improve in a short period of time. You can't use the magic weapon here at all. I can accompany you to other stalls tomorrow. If there is something suitable for you, you can pick it up and buy it. "After Zhang Fan read all those things, he put his hands in his trouser pockets and stood by the window and said.

"Okay! But... But I'm worried that I don't have enough money..." Dong Canghai is most worried about this, "After all... those things are quite expensive."

Zhang Fan hummed, nodded, thought for a while, and said, "You can make some talismans and sell them for money. This is also a good way to practice."

"Why?" Dong Canghai was puzzled. Is there any connection between making talismans and practicing?

Zhang Fan turned his head, glanced at Dong Canghai, and said lightly, "Don't you...don't want to have sex with anyone else?"

Dong Canghai felt a little embarrassed, his face turned red when he was asked this question face to face, and he felt rather embarrassed.

"Virgin?" Zhang Fan asked.

"Forget it...for it...for it..." Dong Canghai didn't want to continue this topic at all, but he still pretended to be experienced and joked, "If Fifth Girl doesn't mind."

Zhang Fan glanced at Dong Canghai, the young man was sitting on the edge of the bed, his face was red up to the neck, he was obviously shy, but he still pretended not to care.

Zhang Fan did not continue this topic, but gave other suggestions to the red-faced Dong Canghai: "Your book "Tao Fa" has some small magic spells attached to it. You can copy it down and sell it for money. It's not bad. s Choice."

"Oh..." Dong Canghai got up, picked up his book, walked to the study, sat down at the desk, and began to copy the book.

He had only copied two lines when he heard a snap, and a dozen blank talisman papers and a writing brush were thrown in front of him.

Only then did Dong Canghai remember what Zhang Fan said about making talismans and selling them.

"You just asked me why making talismans is a good way, and I will explain it to you now. Your cultivation level is relatively low, but making talismans does not require the maker to be so strict. A monk at the first level of Qi training can also Make attack talismans that are as powerful as four-tier monks. You can sell these talismans in exchange for some materials you need or other things that are helpful for cultivation."

Standing by the desk, Zhang Fan said while watching Dong Canghai copy the book.

Dong Canghai threw away those small spells first, and began to draw symbols on the blank talisman paper based on the talisman samples that Zhang Fan threw over.

The talisman needs to be infused with spiritual energy, and it can be completed in one go. The pattern is complicated and very awkward. Dong Canghai tried several times, but either the spiritual power was too large and the talisman paper was destroyed, or the spiritual power was not enough to complete it, but it was unsuccessful.

Zhang Fan crossed his arms and looked at Dong Canghai's talisman. When he watched him earnestly try again and again, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

After another talisman paper was scrapped, Zhang Fan patted Dong Canghai on the shoulder: "I'll teach you."

Dong Canghai was about to get up, but Zhang Fan pressed him on the chair.

Zhang Fan held Dong Canghai's hand holding the pen with one hand, and pressed his other hand on his chair, almost half-embracing him in his arms.

"Don't be greedy, it's better to take it slowly." Zhang Fan poured the aura from his body into Dong Canghai's hand little by little, and then flowed from the hand to the tip of the pen.

The tip of the pen slid gently on the talisman paper, making a rustling sound. It was the first time that Dong Canghai received the spiritual power of others. Although it was only flowing in the palm of his hand and fingertips, the feeling was very strange. There was a feeling that the two of them were connected .

So he couldn't help turning his head slightly, and looked at the person who was very close to him.

The man's face was resolute, with clear outlines, and his unsmiling expression was calm and reliable, which made people feel at ease.

And the occasional unconscious smile that Lu showed was very gentle.

"Brother Zhang?" Dong Canghai asked in a low voice.

"Huh?" Zhang Fan was seriously drawing the talisman, his voice was very low, and there was a hint of indifference in his reply.

"Why did you help me?" Dong Canghai finally couldn't help asking the question in his heart.

Even though Zhang Fan said it was to trade those ghosts, Dong Canghai was not a fool, and the other party gave him all his money, a few ghosts were not worth the price at all.

Zhang Fan didn't answer this question. He had been concentrating on drawing a primary Fireball Talisman, and then he straightened up and said flatly, "I see you are pleasing to the eye."

Dong Canghai stopped asking, he just felt the movement of spiritual energy and found some feeling of drawing talismans, so he raised his pen to draw talismans again.

By the time he finished drawing the same primary Fireball Talisman, Dong Canghai was exhausted and felt that his spiritual power had completely disappeared.He sat back and found that Zhang Fan was standing not far from him with a teacup in one hand and a book in the other.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Fan raised his head, and their eyes met.

Dong Canghai felt that there was no reason, and his heart skipped half a beat. Suddenly, he asked out of nowhere, "Did you use tricks to deceive me?"

Zhang Fan was startled, and after a while, he finally realized that he closed the book, walked up a few steps, and came to Dong Canghai, looking at the young man who was sitting on the chair, and obviously realized that he had said something wrong.

The man looked flustered, with a hint of panic and fear.

Zhang Fan knew exactly what the other party was afraid of. He pressed one hand on the back of the chair and the other on the desk, staring at the other party's amber eyes with deep black eyes.

At this moment, Zhang Fan could fully feel the other party's tension and cramps.

"No." Zhang Fan said calmly, Dong Canghai didn't know what to say.

The two of them stared at each other in this posture.

After a while, Zhang Fan spoke, his voice was still very calm, without any waves, but his eyes were fixed on Dong Canghai's eyes: "Although I don't rely on the healing technique to cultivate, if you want, I can No objection."