Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Lu Fan's elegant voice haunted the terrace.

The master of the country narrowed his eyes and looked deeply at the landing.

After a long time, the stack of wrinkled skin on his face showed a kind smile.

"good very good."

Guoshidao.

After he finished speaking, he began to cough violently, his face flushed with a touch of ruddy.

Raising his wide sleeves and thumping his chest for a while, it eased.

The breeze was slowly, the national teacher looked at the island head-on, with a little enjoyment on his face.

"It's a really comfortable place...When the old age settles the rebellion for His Majesty, he must move here to provide for the elderly. It doesn't need much, just build a thatched house on the edge of the lake."

"Don't drink shochu in the thatched hut during wind and rain."

"When it's sunny, go fishing in a lonely boat..."

The national teacher smiled, with hope and longing flowing in the misty eyes.

Lu Fan heard and said with a smile: "When the time comes, I will play chess with you safely, and I will be happy in my childhood."

Guo Shi laughed suddenly, and the joy seemed to overflow.

"Hopefully you can say that you can do it. The greater your ability, the greater your ambition. It is rare that you will not feel any ambition on you..."

The Guoshi looked at the landing, and his face was gentle.

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair and gently rubbed a thin wool blanket, saying nothing.

He is not without ambition, just...

The rivers, lakes, temples, and the world that the National Teacher said...are not within the scope of his ambition.

Dazhou is just a corner of the Five Phoenix Continent.

Lu Fan's vision is to transform the entire Five Phoenix Continent, and even... far more than that.

Therefore, the national teacher said that Lu Fan had no ambitions, but in fact it was fine.

"Master, you can actually rest."

Lu Fan looked at the national teacher and said.

"The world will be divided for a long time, and the division will be divided for a long time. You live in the present, but you may not live in the future."

The National Master stood up, trembling and standing on the railing of the terrace, with his wide sleeves behind him, his head covered with white hair, and he looked at the undying lake.

"The Emperor Xiandi collapsed and once asked the old deceased to die. Since he promised Xiandi, how can he say that he will get out of his way and leave His Majesty to face the four-sided jackals?"

"The old age does not seek to hold on to the future, only to keep the present, so that His Majesty can see hope in the desperate situation."

The teacher said slowly, his voice was deep and tired.

"Peace, if you can help your majesty, do you wish?"

The National Master turned around, and his face covered with old spots, with a trace of hope, stared at the land.

In the wheelchair, Lu Fan picked up a black spot from the chess box, gently dropped the chessboard, the index finger pressed against the chess piece, and gently rubbed.

"I don't want to."

The refusal is simple and simple, leaving no room for it.

The National Teacher was not too disappointed. Obviously Lu Fan's answer was as expected.

"Nagging long enough, the old should go to Lufu to pick up the onions..."

The National Teacher took two steps and walked to His Excellency Lou.

Lu Fan was stunned, "Onion...oh no, Mo Tianyu hasn't pulled it out yet?"

Lu Fan was really stunned. He thought that the national teacher had come to rescue Mo Tianyu.

This Motian language... is it really a pro disciple?

"That kid has nothing to look at, arrogant temperament, and oppression."

The national teacher waved his hand.

Suddenly, the national master stood in front of the wooden ladder in the pavilion and looked down.

After that, the national teacher was being sullied.

With a wide-sleeve swing, hands folded in front of him, an oppressive aura burst from the master.

"Confucianism, Confucius."

Lu Fan's eyes flashed, and the wheelchair turned automatically, facing the national teacher, and folded his hands.

"Bei Luo, Lu Fan."

The two arched slightly.

The National Teacher took the initiative to declare his name, which was an recognition of the strength of Lufan's children.

At the next moment, the national teacher laughed in the sky, turned and stepped on the wooden ladder, and went downstairs.

"Sister Ning."

Lu Fan whispered.

"Well."

Ning Zhao understood that after walking to the wheelchair, he pushed the wheelchair and followed the national teacher.

Ni Yu is carrying a chess board.

Nie Changqing held the pig-killing knife, and when he saw that Nie Shuang was going to keep up, he glared at him.

"Having speeded around the island for 20 laps in half an hour, and failed to complete the penalty for two hours."

Nie Shuang suddenly turned pale.

Nie Changqing... You have changed!

After Ni Yu patted Nie Shuang's shoulder sympathetically, Fartian followed up Lufan.

The breeze by the lake slowly.

Lu Changkong sat under a large chrysanthemum, his heart calmed down, and the spirit in his body surged rapidly.

He felt the big chrysanthemum breathing a ray of aura.

He settled his mind and wanted to capture the aura of this big chrysanthemum, and he had to "take the breath" from "Jukou".

Suddenly.

Lu Changkong suddenly opened his eyes.

The whole body was bloody and serially exploded.

Exploding in the void, a set of "Diyan Jing" was played on the spot, and the whole body was steaming with misty heat.

And a ray of aura on the big chrysanthemum was locked by him and pulled towards Qidan.

His face was red, and he felt as though he was tug-of-war with this big chrysanthemum.

However, the aura suffocated by the big chrysanthemum seemed to weigh more than a thousand, and Ren Luchangkong did not make any effort on how to work hard.

Lu Fan, who had just left the pavilion, sensed Lu Changkong's state and was slightly surprised.

I didn't expect my dad to be very talented in practice.

It's a pity that "Di Yan Jing" that hasn't been deduced by [Wan Oven] still can't spit aura.

Ning Zhao pushed the wheelchair.

Lu Fan sits in a wheelchair and slowly recites the "Dizang Jing" deduced from "Di Yan Jing".

The mind moved.

Relying on its own strong soul strength, the sound is transmitted across the sky.

Word by word, at a distance of several miles, he floated to Lu Changkong's ear.

Lu Changkong was shocked.

He looked incredible in the direction of the pavilion.

While horrified by Lu Fan's methods, he also converged his mind and carried the aura according to the description of the scriptures in the Dizang Jing.

With operation.

His gas suddenly appeared a strong suction.

Shengsheng sucked out the aura of the big chrysanthemum, followed the limbs and corpses, baptized the flesh, and poured into Qidan.

Lu Changkong's face showed a happy look, sitting cross-legged.

The clothes on the body are automatically set without wind and slowly settle.

Successfully entered the second stage of Qidan.

"Detection: Lu Changkong (identity: Lord of North Luo)) successfully reached the second stage of Qidan Realm, which can be converted into 1 aura, is it deducted?"

Suddenly a system prompt popped up, causing Lu Fan's mouth to rise slightly.

[Wanfa Oven] was built by [Tao Dao Tai], and the "Tsang Dian Jing" was deduced by [Wan Fa Oven], and it was related to [Tao Dao Tai].

Once the practitioners of the [Ecclesiastes] are involved, Lu Fan's spiritual energy can be deducted.

Therefore, Lu Changkong stepped into the second section of Qidan Realm, and Lu Fan was able to raise a ray of aura.

No hesitation, choose commission.

In Lufan's Reiki column, the upper limit of Reiki's reserves became 102 strands.

Suddenly, Lu Fan narrowed his eyes, thinking that Wolongling's secret realm was also constructed through the [Evangelist]. As long as the practitioners gained aura in the secret realm, he would also get a corresponding bonus.

This made Lu Fan suddenly feel a little emotional and expectation.

Perhaps, a hundred layers of gas refining... is not difficult.

Lu Changkong stepped into the second stage of Qidan, and the whole person's spirit and spirit had transformed.

The national teacher gave Lu Changkong a deep look, and his eyes were surprised.

However, he did not say anything.

Instead, he smiled and said to Lu Fan: "The old view of chrysanthemum is very good. Can peace cut love and give old chrysanthemum?"

In the wheelchair, Lu Fan bowed his head and slender his fingers, said indifferently:

"No."

It is extremely simple to refuse.

The National Teacher did not force it, but glanced at Chaotianju with some envy.

It is a little unpleasant to enter the island, but it is very harmonious when leaving the island.

A group of people boarded a luxury wooden boat.

The boat cruised between the lakes, admiring the scenery of Bihu, and soon returned to the pier of Beiluo Lake.

Lu Changkong helped the National Division off the ship.

Ning Zhao and Nie Changqing carried the wheelchair and fell on the blue brick.

far away.

The hoof gradually rose.

Along with a while, the hurried donkey barked.

"Um ang~ um ang~"

On the bluestone road around the lake.

A dilapidated donkey car approached slowly, and everyone did not take it seriously, only as a rushing people in the city of Beiluo.

The donkey car Xuxing drove in front of the crowd. The young man wearing a navy blue robe on the bus was simple and showed a simple smirk towards the crowd.

suddenly.

The twine on the young man's boom broke, and the hanging carrot fell to the ground and rolled.

The donkey's nostrils burst into thin air.

The front hoof was raised and the donkey cart almost rolled over.

The simple young man on the donkey cart, panic-stricken, fell to the ground and howled.

Everyone was surprised and thought it was an accident.

The youth rolled.

Suddenly, the whole person was like a spring, bouncing from the ground, turning into a rapid shadow, and approaching the thin national teacher.

In the sleeves of the navy blue robe, a pair of silver scissors slipped out, exuding the coldness and coldness under the sunlight.

The Soul Cutter is shadowless, and the blood-killing line is missing!

The humor on the young man's face was gone.

Instead, it is the confidence and coldness of being the second assassin in the world.

Assassin's Creed takes advantage of the lack of target and kills in one blow.

The atmosphere suddenly changed sharp and kill.