Deafening noise, six in a row!

The abnormal sound of the body explosion is for the grandmaster, and the more it explodes, the deeper the strength of the grandmaster.

Chen Beixun wore a blue Confucian shirt and a jade crown, which made him look elegant and handsome.

Today, his hair is neatly groomed, and he has even combed it with water soaked in flower petals, which makes his hair exude a unique fragrance.

However, just stepped into Lu Fan's yard.

I heard the deafening sound of the grandmaster's body exploding, and the strong qi and blood came from the surface.

Blowing his beautiful hair is scattered.

His eyes fell on the courtyard in the distance, Lu Fan was sitting in a wheelchair, a thin wool blanket covering his thighs, and the sun was shining, full of laziness.

In front of Lu Fan, Nie Changqing sat cross-legged, and the six abnormal sounds of the Grandmaster came from his body.

Grandmaster of the Six Rings!

Chen Beixun's heart sank.

This kind of grandmaster martial artist, looking at the entire Great Zhou Dynasty, can be regarded as a first-class martial artist!

He knew Nie Changqing, the former tenth "Peerless Sword" of the Taoist Sect.

He didn't expect that Nie Changqing not only did not die, but instead cultivated to recover, make a breakthrough again, and step into the six rings!

Now with the addition of Nie Changqing, there are three grandmasters in the Lu Mansion, what a deterrent power this is!

"Xiao Chen, it's early. ”

Lu Pan leaned on the wheelchair, playing with a black chess piece in his hand, this chess piece seemed to be made of pebbles, in the sun, shining, cool and round, and the hand felt excellent.

"Not early, not early, it's not that I can't wait to send the title deed to Lu Shao. ”

"After Lu Shao left yesterday, Bei Xun immediately rushed to Liu Mansion and Zhu Mansion, and discussed the land deed of Zuichen Pavilion with the two princes. ”

Chen Beixun bowed his waist slightly and laughed.

Nie Changqing, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes, glanced at Chen Beixun, hid the excitement on his face, he got up, pressed the pig-killing knife pinned to his waist, and stood behind Lu Fan.

Serious, unscrupulous, and full of the unique sense of oppression of the grandmaster.

Behind Chen Beixun were two young men in brocade clothes.

They are obviously also martial artists, with bulging temples and vigorous qi and blood.

However, if you want to cultivate, you are only a second-rate martial artist.

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

"Lu Shao. ”

The princes of Liu and Zhu hurriedly squeezed out a smile towards Lu Fan.

Lu Fan glanced at the two of them, sat in a wheelchair and bowed slightly, not bothering to answer.

"I fancy the Drunken Dust Pavilion, do you have any objections?"

Lu Pan lowered his head and played with the chess pieces and said.

The son of the Liu family, Liu Ye secretly glanced at Chen Beixun, and then squinted and said: "Lu Shao takes a fancy to it, how dare we have any objections." ”

Zhu Yishan also smiled respectfully.

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

Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan's faces turned red, and Nie Changqing's unconcealed grandmaster qi and blood made them grateful like a needle on their backs.

"Lu Shao, who is this senior?"

Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan are different from Chen Beixun, they are not from the Zhuzi Hundred Families, so they don't know Nie Changqing, so they try to ask.

"Oh...... Old Nie, he is my coachman. ”

Lu Fan flipped through the title deed, didn't raise his head, and said lightly.

In the distance, Chen Beixun, who was standing with a smile, had a stiff face.

The Tenth Peerless Sword of the Taoist Sect...... Became Lu Fan's coachman?

"Car...... Coachman?!"

Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan glanced at each other, gasping for air, and their hearts were shocked.

Grandmaster Six Rings as a coachman?

The Son of Heaven doesn't have this treatment!

"Good. ”

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

From now on, this drunken dust pavilion will be surnamed Lu.

As soon as he thought of this, Lu Fan was in a good mood.

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

"It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, let's go to the Drunken Dust Pavilion now to have a look. ”

Lu Fan chuckled, and then, he took a deep look at Chen Beixun, who was standing on the side, with low eyebrows.

Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan's eyes also flashed, and smiles appeared on their faces.

"Lao Nie, prepare the car. ”

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

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

Nie Changqing retreated silently.

Ning Zhao Ayaluo staggered, quietly flashed behind Lu Fan, put his hand on the wheelchair, and slowly pushed.

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

Ni Yu walked on the horse, her baby's fat little face was full of grievances, and her big eyes were staring at Lu Fan.

Childe went out to play and didn't take her with him......

When she wins the game, she ...... Falling out of favor?!

"Xiao Ni, carry the chessboard on your back and keep up. ”

Lu Fan supported his chin with one hand, glanced at the aggrieved Ni Yu, couldn't help laughing, and said.

"Okay!"

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

After that, he picked up the chessboard and followed behind Lu Fan.

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

Out of the Lu Mansion.

Outside the house.

An elaborate carriage was parked.

It was a sweaty horse that was pulling the horse, and it was humming white gas in its nose.

Nie Changqing sat sideways on the frame, leisurely rolling the horsewhip.

This is a special carriage made by Lu Pan to find craftsmen, the door is on the side, which can be lowered into a ramp for wheelchairs to slide into the carriage.

The carriage is also an enlarged version, with a larger interior and padded with soft cotton and hand-woven brocade cloth, which ensures comfort without feeling cramped.

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

As for Ni Yu, he got Lu Fan's permission, held the chessboard, and got into the carriage with a happy face.

Nie Changqing glanced at Chen Beixun and the three of them, and ignored them.

The whip in his hand was raised.

Syllable!

A hiss.

The horse's hooves raised high smashed down on the blue brick official road and galloped out.

Chen Beixun looked at the carriage in the distance, stroked his long beard, and his eyes flashed.

Soon, a servant brought the horses, and the three took the whip, turned over on their horses, and followed.

......

The carriage galloped on the official road at great speed.

Although Nie Changqing had never been a coachman, with the strength of his grandmaster, it was still easy to control a bloody horse.

North Los Angeles is very prosperous, after all, it is close to the imperial capital, and the high-rise buildings on both sides of the main axis road are lined up one after another.

The delicate carriage swept across the main road at a high speed under the pull of sweaty horses, and pedestrians retreated to the sides early when they heard the sound of horses' hooves and the rolling of the axles.

Many small traders who occupy the main road without permission are even more scrambling to move their stalls back.

Then, he poked his head out from behind the stall and looked at the gorgeous carriage that flew by, with the word "Lu" written on the body.

The carriage of the city lord's mansion!

The prince of Lu Fu travels!

The carriage flew out of the main axis section and entered the Huanhu Road, and at the edge of the lake road, there was a guardrail made of white jade, which surrounded Beiluo Lake.

Eventually, the carriage slowed down.

"Sigh. ”

Nie Changqing swung the reins, snorted in his nose and slowly stopped.

"Childe, it's here, the Drunken Dust Pavilion is on the island in the middle of the lake, there is no way, you have to take a boat to the island. ”

Nie Changqing said.

Inside the carriage, Lu Fan's chuckle came.

"Old Nie, you are quite familiar with the road of this Drunken Dust Pavilion. ”

Nie Changqing's old face suddenly turned red.

How many men in North Los Angeles are unfamiliar with the way to the Drunken Dust Pavilion?

Of course, he Nie Changqing didn't have the money to go to such a fenced place, so he just passed by occasionally and took a look.

Ning Zhao jumped out of the carriage, patted the gauze skirt, opened the door on the side of the carriage, and carefully escorted the landing fan to get off the train.

Lu Fan got out of the car, looked at the sparkling lake through the white jade guardrail, and couldn't help but feel a little comfortable.

To be honest, it's the first time Lu Fan has come here.

Lu Fan rarely came to the Drunken Dust Pavilion before, after all, ...... Have a leg disease.

It is said that the south of the Yangtze River is hazy and rainy.

Although Beiluo City is located in the north, the area around Beiluo Lake also has a bit of Jiangnan flavor.

Because of the continuous heavy rain last night, today's Beiluo Lake is hazy and hazy, coupled with the sunlight that appears in the clouds, it is really bright and sunny.

"Chen Beixun, they haven't come yet?"

Lu Fan looked at the lake and asked.

Ning Zhao shook his head slightly, pushing the wheelchair with his crisp hand, and Qiong snorted slightly in his nose.

"Interesting. ”

Lu Fan's gaze retracted from the hazy mist-shrouded lake, dusted off the title deed in his hand, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"It seems that waiting, I can't wait for them, Sister Ning will find a boat, and we will go to the island in the middle of the lake. ”

Nie Changqing's calloused hand rested on the pig-killing knife on his waist, looking at the hazy and misty lake, faintly, he seemed to see a lonely boat looming in the haze, and a thin figure sitting on the boat.

"Childe, do you really want to go?" Ning Zhao's face became solemn, and he said, "This lake ...... I'm afraid it's not calm. ”

For the serious condensation.

Lu Fan just chuckled and smoothed out the folds of the thin blanket covering his thighs.

Looking up at the smoky turquoise lake, he squinted.

"Out of the way. ”

"Just let Lao Nie ...... Try the knife. ”