After meeting his wife, he drank a bowl of medicine and agreed. Lin Guodong also felt it was magical.

But thinking of all the miracles Yang Yunfan had created, he really didn't take this little problem seriously.

At this time, Lin Guodong held Yang Yunfan's hand tightly and said gratefully: "Mr. Yang, I won't say more if I'm grateful! If there is anything in the future that requires help from our Lin family, just ask."

The Lin family's ancestral home has been in Xiangtan City for almost a hundred years, and they are the natives of Xiangtan City. Just like Yang Yunfan's family in Donghai City, with relatives and friends working in all walks of life, they are like a towering tree.

The branches and leaves are luxuriant.

"Mr. Lin, you're welcome. We are neighbors, even half relatives."

Yang Yunfan also laughed. He likes to make friends very much, and he is free and easy and informal. This kind of thing happens often.

After a pause, Yang Yunfan continued: "Mr. Lin, if Mrs. Lin's illness does not relapse after a while, you can cook some lotus seed heart and white fungus soup for her, and give her some dietary supplements. It is said that medicine and food come from the same source, and medicinal supplements are not as good as dietary supplements.

You should also pay attention to your usual eating habits."

"Mr. Yang is talking about. People nowadays pay attention to food supplements and health preservation. I think if you open a medicinal food restaurant in the city center, the business may be good." Lin Guodong is a typical businessman. After saying a few words, he came up with an idea.

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"Then Mr. Lin must hurry up and start driving. Remember to save a good seat for me. I'll come here to eat every day."

Yang Yunfan smiled and said half-truthfully.

"Then it's a deal. I'll go home and discuss it with the old man. With Mr. Yang as a walking advertisement, this herbal restaurant will be a hit before it even opens!"

Lin Guodong laughed, then exchanged a few words and said goodbye: "Mr. Yang must have something to do in the afternoon, so our family will not disturb Mr. Yang."

After saying that, he took his wife and son, said goodbye to Yang Yunfan, and went out.

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After he left, Yang Yunfan shook his head, turned around, and found that several guests at home were looking at him.

"Senior Yang is indeed very humble and kind-hearted. Junior sister, what you said is indeed the truth." Seeing the scene just now, Kunlun Sect hero Zhan Yunfei finally understood that the couple sitting opposite him,

They are a couple of ordinary people, not cultivators.

If an ordinary cultivator is in a good mood when encountering such a request, he can help him easily. However, most cultivators are withdrawn and withdrawn. When encountering such a thing, most of them will ignore it. They have no regard for themselves.

No benefit.

However, looking at Yang Yunfan, he was not impatient at all, and was very patient in solving his pain and troubles. He was very much like the ancient miracle doctor mentioned in the book, with great "sincerity".

This made Zhan Yunfei admire him very much.

"Brother Yang has always been like this. Senior brother, you will understand in the future."

Jiang Xiaoya didn't feel anything was wrong.

In her impression, Yang Yunfan has always been like this, so she also particularly admires Brother Yang and feels that he is a truly chivalrous person.

After a pause, Jiang Xiaoya pushed Zhan Yunfei next to him and said, "Sir, please stop feeling emotional. Give the invitation to Brother Yang, we still have to go back to the mountain to recover."

"Almost forgot!"

Zhan Yunfei slapped his head and then remembered their purpose of going down the mountain this time.

He respectfully walked up to Yang Yunfan, took out an invitation from his arms, and said: "Senior Yang, this is an invitation written by me, the headmaster of the Kunlun Sect. I also invite Senior Yang to read it."

"An invitation from Master Kunlun?"

Yang Yunfan was surprised when he heard this, and then he accepted the invitation very solemnly.

This is a gilded red invitation. The outer shell is very beautifully designed, with cranes circling and unicorns standing on cliffs. If you look closely, you can feel a faint scent of incense on the invitation.

I don’t know what this incense is made of, but when I smell it, I can feel the comfort in my soul.

Even this invitation cover is worth a lot of money. It is very consistent with the status of Kunlun Sect, the first sect in the world of cultivation.

Yang Yunfan opened the invitation and saw the invitation: "Hello, fellow Taoist Yang. On the Double Ninth Festival, the ninth day of September, on the Qilin Cliff in Kunlun, our sect holds a competition on the Douxian Terrace every three years to select fine materials and beautiful jade for our Yuxu Ancestral Court.

Please come and meet me at your leisure, fellow Taoist, as a guest to observe the ceremony. It is a great honor for our sect. Kunlun, Taoist Wuya, please leave a note."

This handwriting is ordinary, the edges and corners have long been smoothed, and it looks a bit ordinary. But if you look closely, you can feel that the handwriting is smooth and smooth. Although it has no edge, it is done in one go. It is a rare fine handwriting.

"The sea of ​​Tao has no boundaries... This handwriting actually has an artistic conception of being as good as water. It is really the handwriting of the master of Kunlun, Taoist Wuya!"

Yang Yunfan's master had a pretty good relationship with Taoist Wuya, so Yang Yunfan had seen Taoist Wuya's letters. The handwriting seemed easy to imitate, but the meaning of being as good as water was impossible to imitate.

"Senior Yang, the invitation has been delivered, and our mission is completed. Let's say goodbye."

Zhan Yunfei acted in a free and easy manner. Now that the task was completed, he had no reason to stay in Xiangtan City and simply left and prepared to return to Kunlun Mountain.

Jiang Xiaoya on the side looked at Yang Yunfan with some expectation and said: "Brother Yang, will you come in three months?"

"I should go. After all, it's Taoist Priest Wuya's invitation. You don't have to give it to others because of the face of Taoist Wuya. I don't dare not to give it to Taoist Priest Wuya. I will get beaten by my master!" Yang Yunfan said with a slight smile.

Of course his master would not beat him, but I believe that no one in the Chinese cultivation world would not appreciate the invitation from Headmaster Kunlun.

"Well. Brother Yang, you must come. In three months, I will also be on stage. As usual, I should find relatives and friends to watch and cheer. But I am an orphan, and I don't have many friends. I only know

Brother Yang, if you don't come, I will be very pitiful. There will be no one to cheer for me."

Jiang Xiaoya pinched the corner of her skirt and said pitifully.

"That's right...then I will definitely come."

Yang Yunfan saw how pitiful the little girl said, so of course he would not refuse, he laughed and agreed.

But after a while, he felt a little strange and said: "But, that's not right. Haven't you already become a disciple of the Kunlun Sect? This invitation says that once every three years, you will select good talents and beautiful jade to enter your Kunlun Yuxu Palace.

It shouldn’t have anything to do with you, right?”

Hearing this, Jiang Xiaoya smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "That's not the case. Brother Yang, in fact, I was only raised by the Kunlun Sect, and I am not considered a true disciple of the Kunlun Sect. Strictly speaking, I can only be regarded as a registered disciple.

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Chapter completed!