Yesterday I was shocked to find that the new book was on the reward list at the bottom of Qidian homepage, and it was the first, leading the second and third times, and it was directly on the fantasy classification list.

Smoke rings once again thank everyone for rewards, recommendations, collections, and clicks. Next week, we will go to the homepage to sign the new book list to see the scenery. How about it?

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Wanshu Pavilion is called a pavilion, but it is actually a pagoda.

The snow sets in winter, and the nine-flying eaves are crystal clear, and it seems to be spreading its wings and flying high against the backdrop of the sun.

Lin Fan stood in the hollow nine-story book pavilion bathed in the sun, tilting his pale face, a little confused and at a loss.

The colors in front of me disappeared again, like an illusion, but it was real.

Lin Fan didn't understand why he could have such ability. He could not associate all this with the blind stick that had been with him for some years. He just felt scared simply.

There are monsters in the Fuxue Sect. Even Lin Fan is not a practitioner now, but he understands the blood debts of the human race and the demon race.

This means that the snow-covered door is not safe, and there is even a huge crisis in the making.

Lin Fan could only breathe heavily, trying to keep himself awake, but he subconsciously thought about how to find out the truth of this matter.

In the next month, Lin Fan used his abilities to try to see where the monster came from, who the monster was, and the monster's intention.

However, after he walked all over Wanshu Pavilion and looked at the past in every corner, he still couldn't find the answer he wanted.

He could only try his best to narrow the scope. He found that on the day the man in white was killed, there were only three people in Wanshu Pavilion except Sun Deqian.

These three people are Ye Ningshuang's master Mo Yu, the sixth elder of Fuxue Sect, and an old man who Lin Fan could not get his identity information from his words and deeds.

If there is no accident, it is possible that one of the three people is a monster, but they are hidden very deeply. Among them, the status of Mo Yu and the Sixth Elder is like a disaster for the Fuxue Sect, and the nameless old man is probably also at a very high level.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan felt a little powerless.

This incident was too horrifying. Lin Fan knew that once it was leaked, he might cause death, so he could only temporarily bury it in his heart.

However, I don’t know if this incident had a great impact on Lin Fan or if I had been thinking too much in the past month, Lin Fan was sick and had a corpse poison attack!

His appearance became a little scary, his whole body was swollen, like a floating corpse drowned for several days, and his mind was trapped in chaos.

Ye Ningshuang was frightened by Lin Fan's appearance. Over the past year, she only cared about practicing and was taken care of by Lin Fan in her daily life. Lin Fan's breathing method became more and more proficient. The corpse poison in her body seemed to no longer hinder his normal life. This made Ye Ningshuang seem to have gradually forgotten about the corpse poison.

This time, Lin Fan's corpse poison attack sounded the alarm in her heart.

Ye Ningshuang decided to study medicine at the same time, but first she had to make sure that Lin Fan would not die.

For this reason, Ye Ningshuang not only invited Master Mo Yu, but also the fifth elder of Fuxue Sect.

The fifth elder is the holy hand of the spring rejuvenation in the Fuxue Sect. Once the Chunmu magic power was used, the swelling on Lin Fan's body disappeared, which could be called turning decay into magic.

However, Lin Fan's body is indeed too weak, and the Chunmu magic power can cure the symptoms, and he cannot enter Lin Fan's body to cure the root cause, but he ensured that Lin Fan's life was safe.

In the following days, although Lin Fan relapsed from time to time, he improved a lot.

Ye Ningshuang seemed to suddenly return to the day when she stayed by her father's side to take care of her father's daily life. She completely exchanged roles with Lin Fan, but she found that she was very clumsy now.

Lin Fan could not see anything with his eyes, but he remembered everything Ye Ningshuang and Fuxuemen did for him. However, he found that he could not do anything except gratitude and remembering.

Whether for his own life or to repay kindness, Lin Fan made up all his determination to practice hard.

His path of cultivation began in Wanshu Pavilion!

Lin Fan reads books as if he is not a man, and with just a touch, he can see the past of the ten years of books in his hand in an instant, which is extremely concealed.

Not to mention Mr. Sun Degan, even the elders and inner disciples of the sect who often come here to read the classics, no one can find out what this blind child is doing.

But Lin Fan still encountered difficulties, but it was not a problem of illiteracy. Perhaps the only good thing his unreliable uncle did was to teach him to read. But the Wanshu Pavilion's collection was vast and the many mixed knowledge was not needed by him. He needed to study in a targeted manner.

So, on an evening with the setting sun, Lin Fan said to Ye Ningshuang openly at the dinner table: "I seem to be able to read books."

Ye Ningshuang was gnawing on the big white steamed bun. After hearing this, she subconsciously swallowed her bulging face quickly shrank, and her slender neck became thicker, and she was choked.

Lin Fan only heard a little sound and knew what Ye Ningshuang was doing at this time. He accurately picked up the teapot, poured a full bowl of water, and pushed it in front of Ye Ningshuang.

Ye Ningshuang took a big sip of "gulp" and then she felt much smoother. Then she looked at Lin Fan and stretched out two fingers: "How many?"

"Two?" Lin Fan replied.

Ye Ningshuang was happy when she heard this: "Can you really see it?"

Lin Fan rubbed his temples and said, "I can't see it, but every time you make such a gesture, you must be second."

“Is there any?”

"have."

"Why don't I remember every time it's two."

"You're very second."

Ye Ningshuang scratched her head and asked, "I can't see, how can I read a book?"

Lin Fan naturally had unconditional trust in Ye Ningshuang, but this question seemed difficult to explain, so he had to say: "I want to know the classification location of books in Wanshu Pavilion."

Ye Ningshuang first nodded and said, "Okay." Then she continued to ask, "What do you think?"

Lin Fan remembered the dream when he met Ye Ningshuang just now, and he whispered: "You like red clothes because you like fiery red iron molds."

"You loved eating apples when you were a child, but because you ate insects once, you liked to eat oranges."

"You like to keep your little finger nails because it's easy to pick your ears..."

Lin Fan's speech was getting faster and faster, and Ye Ningshuang's expression became more and more shocking. Until she felt incredible, she raised her hand and said, "Stop."

Lin Fan stopped talking, and Ye Ningshuang asked in confusion: "How could you know?"

Lin Fan still didn't know how to answer, so he could only remain silent.

Ye Ningshuang said seriously: "Is this a magical power?"

"Maybe it is." Lin Fan could only accept this statement because he was really confused.

Ye Ningshuang fell into deep thought and said, "If you don't have vitality, how can you activate magical powers?"

"I don't know." Lin Fan replied honestly.

Ye Ningshuang thought for a while, and soon after, a new term burst out from her mouth and said, "Talented supernatural powers?"

"Uh?" Lin Fan thought of the word "talent" and nodded: "That's the only explanation."

Thinking of some ancient rumors, Ye Ningshuang became more and more convinced that the little blind man he picked up actually had talented magical powers, and couldn't help but breathe a few breaths.

Lin Fan was silent.

Not long after, Ye Ningshuang finally returned to her usual calm appearance and said seriously: "No one can say this except me."

"Um."

"Tomorrow I will go to Wanshu Pavilion to check the layout and let me know about it when I come back."

"Um."

"Also, the ribs you stewed today are very unpalatable."

"Uh?" Lin Fan raised his head.

"Put two cloves of garlic next time."

"Okay." Lin Fan answered affirmatively.

This after-dinner conversation, which is of great significance to the future life of the two, ended with stewing ribs with two more cloves of garlic. Everything got back on track, but the difference was that Lin Fan seemed destined to be no longer ordinary.

The next day, Ye Ningshuang walked around the Wanshu Pavilion as an inner disciple, and instead told Lin Fan about the classification location of the books she remembered.

Since then, Lin Fan has started two years of theoretical study. However, the bloody incident on the ninth floor of Wanshu Pavilion often appears in his dreams. He knew that even Ye Ningshuang would not know about this matter, so he could only continue to hide it.

In two years, Lin Fan read almost all the books that were useful to him on the first floor of Wanshu Pavilion.

In those scenes, many disciples of the Fuxue Sect have become friends whom he looks familiar to, but some of them will no longer appear in Wanshu Pavilion, and some will stay here.

When Lin Fan's basic theoretical knowledge of practice became extremely solid, he began to consult the classics on the second floor.

Most of the classics on the second floor of Wanshu Pavilion are superficial techniques and basic moves.

Lin Fan had no vitality, but in order to survive, he was extremely strict with himself in learning these moves, and he began to strengthen his body since then.

Another year later, Lin Fan climbed to the third floor of Wanshu Pavilion.

On the third floor of Wanshu Pavilion, the essence of the Fuxue Sect's collection is already the essence of the Fuxue Sect's collection. The secrets of the unique martial arts of Fuxue Sect are hidden here, but Lin Fan has no vitality in his body, and he can only understand the meaning, but cannot use it.

While studying this classic, some advanced knowledge of vital energy, exercises, and moves theory appeared in his vision. He was addicted to it, and it took another year without realizing it.

In the past four years, Ye Ningshuang has become the veritable senior sister of the Fuxue Sect, and is famous for her cold and erectile character.

But for Lin Fan, Ye Ningshuang had not changed much except for the new habit of applying medicine to his eyes. She just worked harder and harder every year. I wonder if the letters sent every year expressed the blacksmith's expectations for her.

In the early spring of this year, everything had not yet recovered. Lin Fan came to the cellar in the yard. He took a deep breath, lifted the wooden board, and drilled down.

A rich and comfortable atmosphere in the cellar suddenly penetrated into the nose. In the cellar, which was ten feet in size, apart from the few broken pickled vegetables jars, the size of a palm-sized Yuan stones had been piled up into a hill.

There are four qi in heaven and earth, namely vital energy, spiritual energy, mysterious energy, and ultimate energy.

The stones containing these four kinds of energy are naturally Yuan stone, Spirit stone, Xuan stone, and Zhen stone.

Lin Fan has long mastered this knowledge, and as his theoretical knowledge becomes more and more solid, he can also have a preliminary estimate of how many Yuan stones he needs to become a practitioner.
To be continued...