The Yanyang Qi was guided by three Yanyang pills, providing Zhou Fan with the power to paint the Yanyang pattern in his body. After the Yanyang pattern was engraved in his body, two red magpie runes were added to his hands, and the fire essence contained in the Yanyang pattern was released through the magpie runes in the palm of his palm.

In daily practice, the flame sun patterns in the body are incorporated into the fire essence and stored and refined, thereby replenishing the flame and increasing the power of the flame. The flame sun rune also protects his body from being eroded by the flames.

Such martial arts have far exceeded Zhou Fan's imagination. The only regret that Zhou Fan felt was that the amount of the flame yang energy was too small, so it could only be used as an attack, but could not be spread all over his body to defend against the enemy. If he could defend against the enemy, the effect it could play in the battle would be even greater.

But this is already very good, especially the talismans such as the Flame Qi and the Small Flame Talisman can be used together!

This superposition is the most important thing. With the Yanyang energy, its power to kill enemies will be greatly increased.

The yang energy has already begun, and some things must be done.

Zhou Fan thought for a while before he finished his cultivation and returned to the house.

After falling into the dream, Zhou Fan appeared in the Huihe space. There was no fog on the boat. He tried to call out a few times, but the fog did not appear.

Zhou Fan could only sigh and give up. He originally thought that if he killed a bloody swim today, he would have four gray insects, that is, two baits. He was also considering fishing tonight and strengthening his strength.

It seems that it is not his name fog, as fog will appear. He has to learn from the lesson and calculate the factor that fog will not appear, and plan the fishing matters well. Otherwise, if he can't find someone when he wants to fish, it will be a little troublesome.

Zhou Fan restrained these thoughts. He dared not practice martial arts that require energy absorption such as the flame yang energy and the twelve tiger-shaped styles. Zhou Fan could only continue to temper his basic sword skills and wind-chasing style.

When time came, Zhou Fan automatically left the Huihe space.

"Dad, after the price is paid tonight, I have something to discuss with you, so you can come back early." Zhou Fan thought for a while and said.

"What's the matter?" Gui Feng asked with confusion on her face.

Zhou Fan just said that it was too late, so he said it tonight, so he picked up the patrol items and took the man away from home.

Zhou Fan had already thought about it, and it was time to talk openly about some things with his parents.

No major incident happened during the day patrol, and I spent the whole day safely.

After the deposit, Zhou Fan returned home early.

During dinner, Guifeng asked Zhou Fan what he wanted to tell them. Zhou Yimu was also curious to look at Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan just refused to eat first, and he told them after he finished the meal and finished his work.

Seeing Zhou Fan acting so grandly, Zhou Yimu and Guifeng were both nervous. The family hurriedly finished their meal. Zhou Fan went to help Gui Feng clean up the dishes and then they returned to the small hall in the room.

There was only one oil lamp in the hall, and the grease-soaked wick emitted a dim light.

Zhou Yinmu was holding a black iron hookah and was smoking.

Zhou Fan closed the wooden door, and he pulled the wooden bench to sit down.

Gui Feng, who was sitting on one side, placed her hands flat on her lap. She looked at her increasingly mature and calm son, thinking in her heart what was going on?

The old dog squatted in the corner, looked at Zhou Fan's family, and soon closed his eyes and rested.

Zhou Fan's face was solemn. He looked at Gui Feng, then at Zhou Yimu, and said softly: "Dad, what I want to say is the last time I fell."

Zhou Yimu and Gui Feng's eyes trembled for a moment. They had already had some speculations, but they didn't expect that Zhou Fan was really talking about this to them.

After a moment of silence in the room, Gui Feng said anxiously: "Afan, have you remembered something?"

Zhou Fan shook his head and said, "No, I can't remember anything."

Guifeng said caringly again: "Afan, do you feel uncomfortable in your head?"

"No." Zhou Fan shook his head slightly again, "Mom, I'm in good health. I just want to know what happened to me when I fell and injured it? Every time I ask you, you stammer."

Gui Feng and Zhou Yimu looked at each other, and Gui Feng was still saying, "What's wrong? You fell and injured, so we will ask you for a doctor's treatment, and then you will be cured. That's all, so there's nothing to say."

Zhou Fan smiled bitterly and said, "Mom, then tell me where I fell? Why did I have to keep it at home for half a month if I fell? "

Gui Feng was stunned for a moment and said, "You fell down naughtyly in front of the door. The fall was very serious. Of course, you have to stay at home for half a month and get sick, but you haven't woken up. How did you know that you have been sick for half a month?"

Gui Feng never told Zhou Fan about this.

Zhou Fan said: "Shouhou told me, mom, I fell into a coma and lay there for half a month. Why should you stop Shouhou and Xiaoliu from visiting me?"

When he woke up, Zhou Fan thought he had just been in a coma for two or three days because of his bald head. Later, he asked the skinny monkey and realized that this was not the case. As for why his hair had not been born, it could only be because his parents had to observe his injuries and kept shaving his hair.

Guifeng frowned and said, "It's not a good thing to be sick. You were not awake at that time, so I don't want them to come in and disturb you."

Zhou Fan sighed and said, "Mom, you are lying to me."

Gui Feng's face changed slightly, and she shook her head and said, "Afan, I didn't lie to you."

Zhou Fan had been preparing for this moment for a long time. He would not let Gui Feng pass by just like this. He first glanced at Zhou Yimu who was silent. He slowly said: "I know I was not injured. No matter from any angle, this is not right. Did Zhang He ask you to lie to me?"

Gui Feng said anxiously: "You child, what does this matter have to do with Dr. Zhang? Don't think about it, you're just injured."

"Did he threaten you?" Zhou Fan frowned and interrupted coldly, "The only threat that can make you surrender is me, my son. He used me to threaten you, right?"

Gui Feng said: "Afan, why do you think of Dr. Zhang like this? He did not threaten us. You really don't think too much. Don't you want to practice martial arts tonight? Go and practice martial arts quickly."

"Maybe it's not a threat in your heart, but he must have said something so that you dare not tell me the truth." Zhou Fan thought for a while and looked at Gui Feng and said.

Guifeng stopped talking, she looked at her husband anxiously, as if she was saying that if he didn't speak again, she wouldn't be able to hold on.

Zhou Yimu stroked the hookah and said, "Afan, we won't tell you, it's for your own good. Do you believe this?"

Zhou Fan nodded and said, "Dad, of course I believe that you are the ones who will not hurt me in the world."

Zhou Yimu took a sip of cigarette from the spout, and the spicy smoke came from his mouth and lungs and then from his mouth and nose. "Since you know, don't ask, just think you were injured by a fall, there is no benefit in asking."

Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows and said, "I can't ignore it. If I don't know at this time, it's really not good for me."

"Why are you so anxious to know about this?" Zhou Yimu looked at Zhou Fan and asked.
Chapter completed!