Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Lu Fan leaned lazily on the wheelchair, slightly closing his eyes.

He is happy with this choice.

The Drunken Chen Pavilion was simply a surprise, quite in line with his psychological expectations.

Beiluo City is very large, and there is a Beiluo Lake in the city, which is the place where talented people and beautiful women gather in Beiluo City.

There are often flower boats moored, and scholars are romantic.

In the center of Beiluo Lake, there is an island, the island is not big, and there is only one building on the island, that is Zuichen Pavilion.

The task required Lu Fan to build a detached force from scratch, and he had to choose carefully.

Because, after choosing a good place, Lu Fan will put aura into this area, turn this area into a place of practice, and cultivate practitioners one after another in the future.

Therefore, the location of the forces is very important to Lu Fan.

Buildings like Zuichen Pavilion, which are separated from Beiluo City and independent of the island, are really Lu Fan's best choice now.

The moment he saw the title deed, Lu Fan's heart was hit.

Chen Beixun looked at Lu Fan, who had his eyes closed, with a slightly strange expression on his face. He didn't know if Lu Fan was serious.

Could it be that Young Master Lu is mainly in the property industry?

Or is it Lu Changkong's meaning behind this?

Chen Beixun's mind wandered and he thought a lot.

Now the world is in chaos, and hundreds of schools of thought have united with the twelve princes to invade the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Beiluo City was the target of the Sword Sect, and Chen Beixun, as a force promoted by the Sword Sect, naturally had a lot of pressure on him, and every decision had to be carefully considered.

"Young Master Lu..."

Chen Beixun took a deep breath, and smiled again on his face.

"Zuichen Pavilion is a romantic place. Although Confucian scholars have been very romantic since ancient times, but... Lu Shao, this place is really not suitable for you to retire."

Lu Fan opened his eyes, his face gradually turned cold.

"What happened to Fengyue place?"

Lu Fan said lightly, "If you don't want to, just say it. I, Lu Pingan, never force it."

Chen Beixun narrowed his eyes, and the Confucian students of the Chen family behind him also fell silent.

They dare not speak out.

Lu Fan is too strong, but he has strong capital.

Who told him that standing behind him was the City Lord's Mansion? If it weren't for the support of the Sword Sect Chen Beixun, the Chen family might have been taken over by the City Lord's Mansion at this moment.

The moment Lu Fan's words turned cold, Ning Zhao slowly raised the Cicada Wing Sword in his hand.

Her long skirt moves automatically without wind, as if there is a gushing air above the tip of the sword.

Nie Zhangqing picked up the butcher's knife with an indifferent expression on his face. Standing there, the pressure spread without anger.

Chen Beixun smiled.

"What did Young Master Lu say? Since Young Master Lu likes it, my Chen family will definitely not break my promise, but..."

"This Zuichen Pavilion is jointly run by Chen, Liu, and Zhu. Bei Xun can't be the master alone."

Chen Beixun said seriously.

"Besides, there are too many things involved in the Drunk Chen Pavilion. Once Young Master Lu closes the Drunk Dust Pavilion, it will inevitably cause dissatisfaction among Confucian scholars and scholars in the entire Beiluo City. At that time... Young Master Lu may be criticized by thousands of people."

After Chen Beixun finished speaking meaningfully, he looked at Lu Fan quietly.

The night is getting hazy.

Chen Garden became extremely quiet.

Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair. He raised his hand, took the land deed from Ni Yu, held it between his index finger and middle finger, and waved it in front of Chen Beixun.

"The three great aristocratic families run the business together. That's just right. You go and tell the other two in person that each of you will take two thousand taels of silver, plus the title deed of the Zuichen Pavilion, and send them to the Lu Mansion tomorrow, and the rent of the City Lord's Mansion will be considered complete."

"Otherwise, tomorrow I will come to the door one by one,

At that time... the rent will not be at this price. "

Lu Fan said.

Chen Beixun was taken aback, and looked at Lu Fan in disbelief.

Lu Fan was really arrogant and arrogant, and he managed it just right.

But this kind of madness and arrogance are within the rules.

"As for...the dissatisfaction of the Confucian scholars in Beiluo City."

Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair, played with his slender fingers, grinned slightly, and glanced at Chen Beixun.

The moonlight shone on his face, making this smile even more meaningful.

"They are dissatisfied, what does it have to do with me?"

"If you have the ability, let them come to me."

"Thousands of accusations, huh...they try?"

Lu Fan's smile was full of playfulness.

"Sister Ning, push me back, I'm tired."

After speaking, Lu Fan closed his eyes, too lazy to explain and entangle with Chen Beixun.

After Ning Zhao landed back in the wheelchair lightly, the Cicada Wing Sword was inserted back into the wheelchair's sword case, and she gently pushed it with her soft hand.

The sound of wooden wheels rolling over green bricks lingers in the silent night garden.

Ni Yu returned the title deed to Chen Beixun.

He and Nie Shuang followed Lu Fan's wheelchair.

Nie Zhangqing was carrying the blood-stained butcher's knife. He stood still, his sharp eyes swept across the Chen family.

Chen Beixun recalled Lu Fan's meaningful smile in his mind, and took a deep breath.

He grabbed a stack of title deeds and clapped them.

Then, his throat trembled, he bowed and cupped his hands in the direction Lu Fan was leaving, and let out a loud voice.

"Chen Beixun sent off Young Master Lu respectfully."

After Chen Beixun finished shouting, he turned his head and motioned for all members of the Chen family to shout together.

The Confucian scholars of the Chen family were unwilling, but they dared not refuse.

"Congratulations to Young Master Lu."

The orderly shouts, full of unwillingness and humiliation, rushed into the sky, as if they wanted to tear the night into pieces.

And Lu Fan's figure, propping his chin, sitting in a wheelchair, had already been pushed by Ning Zhao, and disappeared into the night.

Nie Zhangqing held the butcher's knife, glanced at Chen Beixun indifferently, then retreated slowly, hiding in the darkness.

After Lu Fan left.

Chen Beixun raised his hand and chuckled lightly.

"It's kind of interesting. I thought Lu Changkong's son was a stupid scholar who only knew how to read Confucian books and didn't know much about the world. Now it seems... the world's perception of Young Master Lu has gone wrong. Sure enough, troubled times will arise, and capable men will emerge in large numbers. .”

"This son is by no means a thing in the pool, and he has become a dragon in the wind and clouds."

Chen Beixun stroked his beard.

Suddenly, he laughed to himself.

"But I, Chen, like to chop dragon tendons and drink dragon blood."

...

When Lu Fan returned to the Lu Mansion, it was already very late.

Yi Yue stood in front of the door, waiting for Lu Fan and the others to return.

"Has the body been disposed of?"

Lu Fan glanced at Yi Yue and said.

"It's all crushed by stones and thrown into Beiluo Lake."

Yi Yue wiped the blood on the goose yellow skirt, pursed her lips, and said.

"Thank you for your hard work. Sister Ning arranged a room for Lao Nie and Xiao Shuang."

Lu Fan nodded slightly.

He squeezed the space between his brows and asked Ni Yu to push him back to the room.

"Sister Ning, don't take today's matter to heart, son, I am not really powerless, but..."

"This mistake should also be taken as a warning. With spiritual energy, you are indeed ahead of others, but... spiritual energy is not omnipotent. When spiritual energy does not form an overwhelming advantage...don't underestimate the warriors of the world."

Ni Yu pushed the wheelchair, and Lu Fan, who was leaning on the wheelchair, tapped the thin wool blanket with his fingers. .

"There won't be a next time."

Lu Fan said lightly.

After the words fell, there was silence, only the sound of the wooden wheel turning gradually faded away and disappeared.

Ning Zhao stood where she was, her face was slightly pale, her fists were clenched tightly, and her plump lips were bitten deeply.

This mistake was indeed a big blow to her.

If it weren't for the young master's means, maybe the ending tonight would be a different scene.

It might not be Han Lianxiao, but Lu Fan who was dumped in Beiluo Lake.

Of course, Ning Zhao also knew that Lu Fan didn't blame her, after all, she had only mastered spiritual energy for too short a time.

However, the failure this time was not only due to lack of familiarity with the spirit energy, the most important thing was her underestimation of the enemy and the expansion of her heart.

She could have done better.

He thought that he was superior to ordinary warriors if he had aura.

Don't pay attention to the masters of the world.

In fact, the masters are divided into nine rings, not to mention the nine ring masters, any master warrior with five rings or more will easily kill the current Ning Zhao.

"Warriors must guard against arrogance and impetuosity. It is a big taboo to underestimate the enemy. A lion fights a rabbit with all his strength, not to mention that you are facing a master warrior."

Under the night, Nie Zhangqing rubbed Nie Shuang's head, looked at Ning Zhao, and said.

He is a kind reminder.

It is also his experience.

The slump on Ning Zhao's face disappeared, and he bowed slightly towards Nie Zhangqing.

"Thank you, Brother Nie, for your guidance."

"Brother Nie, this way."

Ning Zhao smiled sweetly, and together with Yi Yue, they took Nie Changqing to the wing.

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