Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Loud abnormal sound, six consecutive sounds!

The abnormal sound of body explosion is for the guru. The more explosions, the deeper the representative guru's strength.

Chen Beixun had a blue Confucian shirt and a jade crown on his head, which made him look elegant and handsome.

Today, his beard is neatly groomed and even washed with water infiltrated with petals, which makes the beard emit a unique fragrance.

However, just stepped into Lu Fan's yard.

He heard the shocking sound of the shocking master's body, and the arrogant blood came out.

Blowing his beard is scattered.

His eyes fell on the yard in the distance. Lu Fan was sitting in a wheelchair. A thin wool blanket covered his thighs. The sun was shining and he was lazy.

In front of Lu Fan, Nie Changqing sat cross-legged, and the six sounds of the Master's abnormal sound came from him.

Six Ring Master!

Chen Beixun's heart sank.

This kind of master warrior, looking at the entire Zhou Dynasty, can be regarded as a first-class warrior!

He knew Nie Changqing, the tenth "Unparalleled Sword" of Taoism.

He did not expect that Nie Changqing not only did not die, but also cultivated for recovery, made another breakthrough, and entered the Six Rings!

Now that Nie Changqing is added, Lu Fu has three masters. What a shocking force!

"Xiao Chen, I came very early."

Lu Fan leaned on a wheelchair, playing with a black pawn in his hand. The pawn seemed to be made of pebbles. Under the sun, it shone, icy and round, and had a great feel.

"Not early, not early, this is not eager to give Lu Shao the title deed."

"After Lu Shao left yesterday, Bei Xun immediately rushed to Liu and Zhu Fu, and discussed the title deeds of Zuichen Pavilion with his two sons. When the two sons learned that it was Lu Shao's demand, they talked to Bei Xun. Very happy, very happy."

Chen Beixun bowed slightly, arching his hands and laughing.

Nie Changqing, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes and swept Chen Beixun away. The excitement on his face disappeared. He stood up, pressed the pig-killing knife pinned to his waist, and stood behind Lu Fan.

Serious and meticulous, full of the oppression of the master.

Behind Chen Beixun are two young men in Jinfu.

They are obviously martial arts martial artists, bulging in their temples and full of blood.

However, wanting to come to Xiuwei is only about second-rate martial arts.

When he first entered the courtyard, he was deterred by Nie Changqing's six explosions.

"Shao Lu."

The family of Liu and Zhu hurriedly smiled at the landing.

Lu Fan glanced at the two of them, nodded slightly in a wheelchair, and both were too lazy to answer.

"I think Zuichen Pavilion, do you have any objections?"

Lu Fan down playing chess pieces, said.

Liu Shishi, Liu Ye secretly glanced at Chen Beixun, and then narrowed his eyes: "Lu Shao fancy, I dare not have any objection."

Zhu Shishi, Zhu Yishan also smiled respectfully.

The two took the title deed from their arms, Nie Changqing stepped out, glanced at the two, took the title deed, and handed it to Lu Fan.

Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan's faces turned red, and Nie Changqing's undisguised master's blood made them grateful as if they were on the back.

"Lu Shao, what is this senior?"

Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan are different from Chen Beixun. They are not from hundreds of families, so they don’t recognize Nie Changqing, so they tried to inquire.

"Oh... Old Nie, he is my driver."

Lu Fan turned over the title deed, without raising his head, and said lightly.

In the distance, Chen Beixun, who was smiling, stood stiff.

Daozong's tenth unparalleled sword... became Lufan's driver?

"Car... driver?"

Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan glanced at each other, breathing in the air, and their hearts were shocked.

Master Liuxiang as a driver?

The emperor has no such treatment!

"well."

Lu Fan played the two title deeds in his hand, plus the title deeds handed over by Chen Beixun.

This Zuichen Pavilion will be named Lu from now on.

Lu Fan was in a good mood when he thought of this.

The sun shone on Lu Fan's red-toothed white face, and the raised fluff seemed to be visible.

"It's better to choose a date than to hit it. Now go to the Zuichen Pavilion and take a look."

Lu Fan chuckled, and then took a deep glance, standing on the side, Chen Beixun with a low eyebrow.

Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan's eyes also flickered, with a smile on their faces.

"Old Nie, prepare your car."

"Sister Ning, push me out of the house."

Lu Fan's finger tapped on the thin blanket and said.

Nie Changqing retreated silently.

Ning Zhaoling Luo limped, quietly flashing behind Lu Fan, put her hand on the wheelchair, slowly pushing.

Chen Beixun, Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan retreated with a smile, walking behind Lu Fan.

Ni Yuzai Ma Ma, baby fat face is full of grievances, big eyes staring at the land.

The son went out to play without taking her...

After winning the game of chess, she... fell out of favor?!

"Xiao Ni, carrying the chessboard and keeping up."

Lu Fan propped his chin in one hand and glanced at the aggrieved Ni Yu. Ren Jun couldn't help but say.

"okay!"

Ni Yu immediately smiled, and the grievances on his face swept away.

After that, he took up the chessboard and followed Lu Fan behind him step by step.

As for Nie Shuang in the courtyard, he was still stubbornly stalking the horse.

Out of Lufu.

Outside the house.

A fine carriage is parked.

The carriage was a sweaty horse, humming white gas in his nose.

Nie Changqing sat on the side of the frame and was curling his horse whip leisurely.

This is a special carriage made by Lufan looking for craftsmen. The door is on the side and can be lowered to form a slope for the wheelchair to slide into the carriage.

The carriage is also an enlarged version, the interior space is larger, and it is filled with soft cotton and paved with hand-woven brocade. It will not make people feel forced while ensuring comfort.

After Ning Zhao pushed the wheelchair into the carriage, he pulled up the Luo skirt and sat on the other side of the carriage.

As for Ni Yu, he was licensed by Lu Fan, holding the chessboard, and happily entered the carriage.

Nie Changqing glanced at Chen Beixun and ignored them.

The horsewhip was raised in his hand.

Snapped!

A hissing sound.

The raised horseshoe hit the blue brick official road and galloped out.

Chen Beixun looked at the wagon far away, stroking his long beard, his eyes flashed.

Soon, a little man brought the horses, and the three took the whip, turned their horses, and followed.

...

The carriage was galloping on the official road and was extremely fast.

Although Nie Changqing had never been a coachman, it was still easy to control a sweaty horse with the force of his master.

Beiluo City is very prosperous. After all, it depends on Dijing, and the tall buildings on both sides of the main road line up one after another.

The elaborate carriage was pulled by the sweaty horse and quickly passed the main road. The pedestrians retreated to the sides when they heard the sound of horseshoes and wheel rolling.

Many arbitrarily small vendors arbitrarily moved the stall back.

Afterwards, he headed out from behind the stall and watched the gorgeous carriage with the word "Lu" written on the body.

Carriage of the City Hall!

Lord Lufu travels!

The carriage flew out of the main shaft section, and then entered the ring road. The edge of the road was surrounded by a fence made of white jade, which surrounded Beiluo Lake.

Finally, the carriage slowed down.

"Boo."

Nie Changqing swayed the reins, his sweaty horse hummed in his nose, and stopped slowly.

"Son, when you arrive, Zuichen Pavilion is on Huxin Island, and there is no way to go to the island by boat."

Nie Changqing said.

In the carriage, Lu Fan's chuckle came.

"Lao Nie, you are quite familiar with this drunken pavilion."

Nie Changqing's old face suddenly turned red.

The men in Beiluo City, how many unfamiliar roads to the Drunken Pavilion?

Of course, he Nie Changqing didn't have the money to confuse this kind of hurdles, and he occasionally passed by, looking around.

Ning Zhaoyue got out of the carriage, patted the skirt, opened the door on the side of the carriage, and carefully guarded the landing.

Lu Fan got off the car and looked at the sparkling lake through the white jade guardrail.

To be honest, Lu Fan is here for the first time.

Before Lu Fan rarely came to Zuichen Pavilion, after all... there was leg disease.

It is said that Jiangnan is hazy and rainy.

Although Beiluo City is located in the north, but around Beiluo Lake, it is quite a bit Jiangnan.

Because of the heavy rain last night, the fog on the surface of Beiluo Lake today is hazy, coupled with the sun looming in the clouds, it really looks like the water is clearing.

"Chen Beixun haven't come yet?"

Lu Fan looked over the lake and asked.

Ning Zhao shook his head slightly, pushing his wheelchair with his hand, and Qiong's nose hummed slightly.

"interesting."

Lu Fan's gaze withdrew from the lake surface shrouded in mist and mist, dusting the deeds in the hands of the duster, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.

"It seems that I can't wait for them. Sister Ning finds a boat and we go to the lake's heart island."

Nie Changqing's callused hands rested on the pig-killing knife around his waist, looking out over the misty lake. Indistinctly, he seemed to see a lonely boat looming in the haze, sitting on the boat with a dry and thin figure.

"Master, are you really going?" Ning Zhao's face became dignified, and he said, "This lake... I'm afraid it's not calm."

For serious Ning Zhao.

Lu Fan just smiled and smoothed the thin blanket folds covering the thighs.

He looked up at the smoky green lake and narrowed his eyes.

"No hindrance."

"Just let Old Nie... try the knife."