Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Beiluo Lake.

The horse-drawn carriage traveled by the breeze, and the reeds and small trees swayed by the lake.

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

Ning Zhaosu put her hand on the handle, and the wind on the lake blew her skirt.

Yiyue held an umbrella and looked at the lake, his eyes looking forward.

Ning Zhaohe and Yiyue said the son's power "Bai Yujing", but Yiyue has not seen it yet. Today, you can take a look at the island.

Ni Yu was carrying a chessboard, with a trace of panic on his face, looking at the rippling lake, almost crying.

And... to take the boat again?!

Nie Shuang was held by Nie Changqing, and he looked at the lake very well.

Lu Fan had a white shirt with red lips and white teeth, and the vertical silk on the forehead fluttered slightly, but it seemed a bit elegant.

Looking at the busy fishing boats on the pier, Meiyu slightly picked.

"The fishing boats in Beiluo Lake don't need to be banned, but... the messy flower boats and the like are all expelled."

Lu Fandao.

He put his palms on his guards and looked at the surface of the lake covered by hazy mist.

"Old Nie, give you the task of guarding the lake's heart island, non-white jade Beijing disciples, if I don't agree, no one is allowed to go to the island, those who mess up on the island, don't talk about killing."

Lu Fan said lightly.

"Well."

Nie Changqing's vicissitudes of his face were full of seriousness, said.

His hand was already resting on the pig-killing knife around his waist, his momentum slowly condensing.

"What about the old man the day before?"

Lu Fan eased his tone and said.

"May be fishing in the lake."

Nie Changqing thought about it and answered.

"We need the fishing boat when we swim on the island on the lake." Lu Fan smiled.

"Young Master, the slave-maid has specially prepared the boat for the young son to go out from the island."

Ning Zhao gently bowed his head, dropped the blue silk, and opened his red lips lightly.

Ok?

Lu Fan was stunned.

After that, he waved his hand.

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

What Lu Fan said was self-willed.

Ning Zhaoyi was dazed for a while.

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

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

"That slave-servant now sends someone to find it on the lake?" Ning Zhao said.

Her son's willfulness, then she can only accompany her son's willfulness.

"No, come."

However, Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair, his side face on the five fingers of the scroll, and chuckled lightly.

Ning Zhao froze, raised his head, and showed his hand to roll the green silk in front of his forehead to his ear, and looked at the lake in the distance.

A lonely boat waggled from the misty lake.

On the lonely boat, there was an old man wearing a hat and wearing a hat, supporting the boat.

The fishing boat leaned on the pier.

"Son, don't you get on the boat?"

The old man raised his hat, his wrinkled cheeks, grinning and showing a front tooth, smiling enthusiastically.

"Then thank you uncle."

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair, slightly picking up the corner of his mouth, looking at the old man.

Nie Changqing has a deep gaze, staring at the old man, frowning, as if thinking about something.

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

As soon as Ni Yu got on board, she found a familiar position and lay down, and the seasickness was ready.

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

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

Nie Changqing put his hand on the pig-killing knife and sat on the stern, staring at the old man who supported the boat.

Wow.

The boat pierced hard on the blue stone of the pier, and then swayed out, rippling ripples.

The boat traveled one or two miles out of the pier, the lake was rippling, and there were fat perch heads in the water, spitting foam, and with a grunt, there was a burst of water, and it went to the distance.

There was a fish basket on the fishing boat. The basket was full of fat perch and was pumping its tail from time to time, making a soft sound.

"This fish is quite fat."

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes, blowing the fresh breeze of the lake, listening to the struggling sound of the bass in the fish basket, and said lightly.

The old man who lost his front teeth supported the boat and grinned.

"Now in the late summer, the fish is not fat. When it is late autumn, just in the early winter, the fish is fat at that time. The kitchen knife has three swords on the front and back of the fish, smeared with rice wine, sprinkled with ginger slices and mushrooms. , Steamed in a steamer, the fish is tender and not greasy, that is called a delicious."

The old man propped up and grinned.

This hand-steamed seabass described Ni Yu, who was "vomiting" lying on the side of the boat, and raised some energy.

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair and smiled.

"If the young man wants a fish, the old man will get up tomorrow, how many fish for the young man?"

Asked the old man.

In the wheelchair, Lu Fan blew the wind of the lake and waved his hand: "It wouldn't be necessary for fishing..."

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

"No fishing, if it's a fisherman, can the old man help?"

Lu Fan chuckled, haunting the lake.

Words fall.

On the fishing boat, he suddenly fell into silence.

Ning Zhao listened to Lu Fan's words and froze for a moment. Afterwards, she glanced subconsciously at the old man. Her eyes showed vigilance. She seemed to hear something else from Lu Fan's words.

But Nie Changqing's pig-killing knife has been drawn out, and he is wiping his eyes gently with a cloth and the sound of rubbing has a creepy sense of cold.

On the fishing boat, the old man narrowed his eyes, and the gritted incisor under the hat was frozen.

"Master, wow, old man, I don't want to kill. Old man is a good man!"

The old man suddenly dropped the boat and knelt on the fishing boat with a snot and tears.

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

Lu Fan looked at the old man with a smile.

After that, he exhaled.

"Actually, I'm curious, why don't you leave? Curiosity can kill cats, and the same... also kill people, what are you curious about?"

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

bass!

Ning Zhao's face was like a frost, her hand slapped on the wheelchair handle, and the cicada winged sword popped out, which was held in her hand.

Nie Changqing at the stern also slowly stood up, and the Yudao Ju was ready.

The killing spirit spread.

The old man kneeling on the fishing boat was still trembling, and his nose was full of tears.

"Your son, what do you say, the old man can't understand it!"

Old Man's voice was crying dumb.

"Don't worry, you continue to cry, your son's temper is good, and most people are crying..."

Lu Fan's finger tapped on the wheelchair guard.

Looking sideways at Old Man, he said: "The more you cry, the more you want to laugh."

The old man kneeling on the boat stopped crying.

He took off Dou Li and wiped the crying marks on his face. Lu Fan said that he had a good temper, that was to kill, and it didn't make sense to continue to pretend.

The old man untied the clothes, and under the clothes, it was actually a neat white shirt.

On his neck, he wore three copper coins strung together with gold ropes, with a shiny turtle shell on his hands.

Chuan Peng was also twisted, and a green five-foot bamboo stick was drawn from it.

The temperament of the old man suddenly changed, and the original old fisherman suddenly became unpredictable.

The old man held the bamboo stick in one hand and the turtle shell in the other, smiled at Lu Fan, and bowed slightly.

"Tianjijia, Lu Mu is right. I have met Master Lu."

...

The carriage curtain opened.

The white-haired old man came down from the car with a peaceful smile on his face, and he lifted up the long-handed Lu Changkong.

"City Master Lu does not have to be polite."

"The old man came today and it was really hard to say. In addition to indemnifying Ping An for the discouraged apprentice, he also deliberately came for the peace."

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

However, Lu Changkong smiled bitterly, "I have been suffering from leg problems for a long time, my temper is not very good, and my personality is stubborn. I don't listen to my father's words, but it makes Mr. Mo suffer..."

After a few words, the two of them walked into Beiluo City on foot.

Upon entering Beiluo City, the National Teacher looked around the city.

Beiluo City, after undergoing a violent cleaning like Lufan, not only did not become depressed, but became more and more prosperous.

Because of the collapse of many large merchants, many small merchants seized the opportunity, and some small families that were originally overwhelmed by the three major families also took advantage of this time.

The whole North Los Angeles has more vitality than before.

There was a surprise in the eyes of the master of the country, and then, he slapped the white beard and thoughtfully.

"Master Lu, the old man intends to see peace first, but I don't know where it is?"

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

Lu Changkong, who was about to take the national division to Lufu to "pull the green onions", was slightly surprised.

what?

Onions...oh no, Mo Tianyu can't stand up?

"Guo Shi, let's go first..." Lu Changkong hesitated and said.

"No hurry, no hurry."

The National Master coughed softly and waved his hand lightly.

Lu Changkong shivered.

Mo Tianyu is afraid to be a fake disciple.

Is this still urgent?

PS: I, please pull the ticket~