Building The Ultimate Fantasy

On the shore of Beiluo Lake.

The carriage moved slowly, and the breeze blew gently, blowing the reeds and small trees by the lake to sway.

Nie Changqing rolled up his whip, jumped out of the carriage, came to the side of the carriage, put down the door panel, and Lu Fan sat in the wheelchair and slid down slowly.

Ning Zhaosu put her hand on the handle, the wind from the lake blows, blowing her gauze skirt fluttering.

Holding an umbrella, Yiyue looked at the lakeside, looking expectantly.

Ning Zhao and Yi Yue had mentioned about the son's power "Bai Yu Jing", but Yi Yue hadn't seen it yet, so today, he can go to the island to have a look.

Ni Yu was carrying the chessboard on her back, with a little panic on her face, looking at the rippling lake, she was about to cry.

And...you want to take the boat again? !

Nie Shuang was held by Nie Zhangqing, and looked at the lake obediently.

Lu Fan was dressed in a white shirt, with red lips and white teeth, and the hair on his forehead fluttered slightly, which made him look a bit elegant.

Looking at the fishing boats busy on the pier, his eyebrows raised slightly.

"There is no need to ban the fishing boats in Beiluo Lake, but...the messy flower boats are all expelled."

Lu Fan said.

With his palm resting on the gauntlet, he looked out at the misty lake shrouded in mist.

"Old Nie, I entrust you with the task of guarding the island in the middle of the lake. If I don't agree with you, no one who is not a disciple of Bai Yujing will be allowed to go to the island. Anyone who goes to the island indiscriminately will be killed."

Lu Fan said lightly.

"Here."

Nie Changqing said with seriousness on his vicissitudes face.

His hand was already on the butcher's knife at his waist, his momentum slowly and concisely.

"Where was that old man the day before yesterday?"

Lu Fan eased his tone and said.

"Possibly fishing in the lake."

Nie Zhangqing thought for a while and answered.

"We still need that fishing boat when we go to the island on the lake." Lu Fan smiled.

"My lord, this servant has specially prepared a boat for you to go to and from the island."

Ning Zhao bowed her head lightly, her blue hair drooping, her red lips parted slightly.

Ok?

Lu Fan was taken aback.

Then, he waved his hand.

"No, I don't want it, I want the old man's fishing boat."

What Lu Fan said was somewhat willful.

Ning Zhao was stunned for a moment.

The boat she prepared was big and comfortable, much more advanced than the small fishing boat.

The son's unique taste, prefer small fishing boats?

"The servant girl is now sending someone to look for it on the lake?" Ning Zhao said.

Since her son is willful, she can only accompany him to be willful.

"No, here we come."

However, Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair, put his face on his curled fingers, and smiled lightly.

Ning Zhao was stunned for a moment, raised her head, raised her hair on her forehead and rolled it behind her ears with a showy hand, looking at the lake in the distance.

A solitary boat floated unsteadily from the lake full of dense fog.

On the lone boat, an old man wearing a bamboo hat and coir raincoat was holding the boat pole.

Fishing boats rest on the pier.

"Young master, are you on board?"

The old man lifted his bamboo hat, his wrinkled cheeks showed a missing front tooth, and he smiled enthusiastically.

"Then thank you, old man."

Lu Fan was sitting in a wheelchair, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, looking at the old man.

Nie Changqing stared at the old man with deep eyes, frowning, as if thinking about something.

A group of people uploaded it, and Lu Fan was placed in the center of the boat in a wheelchair.

As soon as Ni Yu boarded the boat, she found a familiar place and lay down, getting ready for seasickness.

Nie Shuang was a little curious, looking left and right on the fishing boat.

Ning Zhao and Yi Yue stood on either side of Lu Fan.

Nie Changqing sat on the stern of the boat with his hand on the butcher's knife, staring at the old man who was pole-pulling.

Crash.

As soon as the boat pole hit the bluestone of the pier with all its strength, it swung out, creating ripples.

The boat drove out of the pier for a mile or two, and the lake was rippling. There were fat and tender perch emerging from the water, spitting water, and gurgling, leaving a dizzy spell and rushing to the distance.

On the fishing boat, there is a fish basket, which is full of fat perch, and the tail is twitching from time to time, making a light swaying sound.

"This fish is quite fat."

Lu Fan squinted, listening to the fresh breeze blowing on the lake, listening to the struggling sound of bass in the fish basket, said lightly.

The old man who lost his front tooth grinned while propping up the boat pole.

"Now it's just late summer, and the fish is not fat. When it's late autumn and early winter, the fish will be fat at that time. The kitchen knife is cut three times on the front and back of the fish, smeared with rice wine, sprinkled with sliced ​​ginger and mushrooms. , steamed in a steamer, the fish is tender but not greasy, it is a delicacy."

The old man held the boat pole with one hand and said with a smile.

Ni Yu, who was lying on the side of the boat and "vomiting" non-stop when he heard the description of the steamed sea bass, became a little bit more motivated.

Lu Fan sat in the wheelchair and smiled.

"If you want fish, the old man will get up early tomorrow, how many will you catch?"

asked the old man.

On the wheelchair, Lu Fan waved his hands against the wind blowing from the lake, "It's not necessary to go fishing..."

"Hey, forget it then." The old man grinned.

"You don't need to fish. If you want to catch people, can the old man help?"

Lu Fan's chuckle lingered on the lake.

Words fell.

The fishing boat suddenly fell into silence.

After hearing Lu Fan's words, Ning Zhao was taken aback for a moment, and then subconsciously glanced at the old man with a look of vigilance in her eyes. She seemed to hear some other meaning from Lu Fan's words.

And Nie Changqing had already drawn out the butcher's knife, and was squinting his eyes and gently wiping it with a cloth. The sound of rubbing gave off a creepy feeling of coldness.

On the fishing boat, the old man squinted his eyes, and the smile froze under the bamboo hat.

"Young master, old man, I don't do murder. The old man is a good citizen!"

The old man suddenly dropped the boat pole and knelt down on the fishing boat, snot and tears.

"My son, I like good people the most."

Lu Fan looked at the old man with a half-smile.

Then, let out a breath.

"Actually, I'm curious. Why don't you leave? Curiosity can kill cats, and it can also kill people. What are you curious about?"

Lu Fan said, his tone gradually became flat and indifferent.

bass!

Ning Zhao's face was frosty, and she slapped the handle of the wheelchair with her show hand, and the Cicada Wing Sword popped out, and she held it in her hand.

Nie Zhangqing at the stern also stood up slowly, ready to use the Sword Sword Art.

The murderous spirit spread.

The old man kneeling on the fishing boat was still shivering, his nose and tears covered his face.

"My son, what are you talking about, the old man can't understand!"

The old man was hoarse from crying.

"Don't worry, keep on crying, my son has a good temper, and it's the worst thing to see people cry..."

Lu Fan tapped his finger on the armrest of the wheelchair.

Looking sideways at the old man, he said, "The more you cry, the more I want to laugh."

The crying of the old man kneeling on the boat stopped suddenly.

He took off the bamboo hat and wiped away the crying marks on his face. Once Lu Fan said that he had a good temper, he was going to kill someone, and there was no point in continuing to pretend.

The old man untied his coir raincoat, and under the coir raincoat was a neat white shirt.

Around his neck, he wore three copper coins strung together with gold strings, and held a shiny tortoise shell in his hand.

The boat pole was also twisted off, and a green five-foot bamboo stick was pulled out from it.

The old man's demeanor changed suddenly, from an old fisherman to an inscrutable one in an instant.

Holding a bamboo stick in one hand and a tortoise shell in the other, the old man looked at Lu Fan with a smile and bowed slightly.

"Tianji Family, Lu Mu is right, I have seen Young Master Lu."

...

The carriage curtains were drawn.

The white-haired old man got out of the car with a peaceful smile on his face, and he supported Lu Changkong who was bowing.

"You don't have to be polite, Lord Lu."

"I'm here today, I really can't explain it in one word. Apart from apologizing to Ping An for the unworthy apprentice, I also came here specifically for Ping An."

The national teacher shook his head, his thin body was full of helplessness.

On the other hand, Lu Changkong had a wry smile on his face, "My son has suffered from leg problems for a long time, has a bad temper, and is stubborn. He doesn't listen to what I say as a father, but it makes Mr. Mo suffer..."

After a few polite words, the two entered Beiluo City on foot.

As soon as he entered Beiluo City, the national teacher looked around the city.

Beiluo City, after Lu Fan's violent purge, not only did it not become depressed, but it became more and more prosperous.

Because of the downfall of many large merchants, many small merchants seized the opportunity, and some small families who were originally overwhelmed by the three major families also took advantage of this time to come to power.

The entire North Los Angeles City has more vitality than before.

A flash of surprise flashed in the eyes of the national teacher, and then he stroked his white beard lightly, thoughtfully.

"City Lord Lu, the old man intends to see Ping An first, but I don't know where Ping An is?"

The national teacher walking on the main road of Beiluo suddenly said.

Lu Changkong, who was about to take the national teacher to the Lu residence to "pluck green onions", was slightly taken aback.

What?

Onion... oh no, Mo Tianyu lost his temper?

"National teacher, why don't we go first..." Lu Changkong hesitated, and said.

"No rush, no hurry."

The national teacher coughed lightly, and waved his hands lightly.

Lu Changkong shuddered.

Mo Tianyu is probably a fake disciple.

Can it be urgent?

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