Lu Fan leaned lazily on the wheelchair, his eyes slightly closed.

He was happy with the choice.

Drunken Dust Pavilion was simply an unexpected joy, quite in line with his psychological expectations.

North Los Angeles is very large, and there is a North Luo Lake in the city, which is where talented and beautiful people gather in North Los Angeles.

There are often flower boats moored, and the scholars are romantic.

In the center of Beiluo Lake, there is an island, the island is not big, and there is only one building on the island, that is the Drunken Dust Pavilion.

The mission requires Lu Fan to create a transcendent force from scratch, and he must choose carefully.

Because, after choosing a good place, Lu Fan will put spiritual energy into this area, build this area into a practice place, and cultivate cultivators in the future.

Therefore, the location of the power is quite important to Lu Fan.

Like the Drunken Dust Pavilion, which is separated from the Beiluo City District and independent of the island's buildings, it is really the best choice for Lu Pan today.

The moment he saw this title deed, Lu Fan's heart was hit.

Chen Beixun looked at Lu Fan with his eyes closed, with a slightly strange look on his face, he didn't know if Lu Fan was serious.

Could it be that Lu Shao is mainly in the spring building industry?

Is this also the meaning of Lu Changkong?

Chen Beixun's mind flowed and he thought a lot.

If there is a great chaos today, the princes and hundreds of schools will unite with the princes of the Twelve Roads to erode the Great Zhou.

Beiluo City is the target of the Sword Sect, and he, Chen Beixun, is a force that has been promoted to the surface by the Sword Sect, so the pressure on him is naturally very great, and any decision must be carefully considered.

"Lu Shao......"

Chen Beixun took a deep breath and regained a smile on his face.

"The Drunken Dust Pavilion is a place of wind and moon, although there are many Confucian scholars since ancient times, but ...... Lu Shao, this place is really not suitable for you to retire. ”

Lu Fan opened his eyes, and his face gradually turned cold.

"What's wrong with the Fengyue Place?"

Lu Fan said lightly: "If you are reluctant, just say it directly, I, Lu Ping'an, never force it." ”

Chen Beixun narrowed his eyes, and the Confucian students of the Chen family behind him also fell silent.

They dare not speak out.

Lu Fan is too strong, but he has strong capital.

Who told him to stand behind him from the City Lord's Mansion, if it weren't for the support of the Sword Sect Chen Beixun, the Chen family might have been taken over by the City Lord's Mansion at this moment.

At the moment when Lu Fan's words fell coldly, the cicada wing sword in Ning Zhao's hand slowly raised.

Her long skirt is windless, and there seems to be an air flow surging above the tip of the sword.

Nie Changqing was carrying the pig-killing knife, his face was indifferent, and when he stood there, the pressure of not being angry and arrogant spread.

Chen Beixun smiled.

"Where does Lu Shao say, since Lu Shao takes a fancy to it, my Chen family will definitely not break its promise, but ......"

"This drunken dust pavilion is jointly operated by Chen, Liu, and Zhu, and Bei Xun can't be the master alone. ”

Chen Beixun said seriously.

"Moreover, there are too many things involved in the Drunken Dust Pavilion, once Lu Shao closes the Drunken Dust Pavilion, it will inevitably cause dissatisfaction among the Confucian scholars in the entire North Los Angeles City, at that time...... Lu Shao may be pointed out by Qianfu. ”

Chen Beixun finished speaking meaningfully, and looked at Lu Fan quietly.

The night is getting hazy.

The Chenjia garden has become extremely quiet.

Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair, he raised his hand, took the title deed from Ni Yu's hand, clamped it between his index and middle fingers, and raised it in front of Chen Beixun.

"The three major families operate together, that's right, you go and tell the other two in person, take two thousand taels of silver each, plus the title deed of this Drunken Dust Pavilion, and send it to the Lu Mansion tomorrow, and the rent of the City Lord's Mansion will be collected." ”

"Otherwise, I will come to the door tomorrow one by one, and then ...... That's not the rent. ”

Lu Fan Road.

Chen Beixun was stunned for a moment, and looked at Lu Fan with some incredulity.

Lu Fan is really crazy and arrogant, and he handles it just right.

But this kind of arrogance and arrogance are all within the rules.

"As for ...... The dissatisfaction of the Confucian students in North Los Angeles. ”

Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair, playing with his slender fingers, the corners of his mouth opened a slight arc, and glanced at Chen Beixun.

The moonlight shone on his face, making the smile more meaningful.

"What do they have to do with me if they are dissatisfied?"

"Have the ability, let them come to me. ”

"What a thousand people are referring to, huh...... They try?"

Lu Fan's smile was full of playfulness.

"Sister Ning, push me back, I'm tired. ”

After speaking, Lu Fan closed his eyes, too lazy to explain and entangle with Chen Beixun too much.

After Ning Zhao fell back into the wheelchair, the cicada wing sword was inserted back into the wheelchair sword box, and his crisp hand was lightly pressed and slowly pushed.

The sound of wooden wheels running over the green bricks lingers in the silent night garden.

Ni Yu returned the title deed to Chen Beixun.

and Nie Shuang followed Lu Fan's wheelchair side.

Nie Changqing was carrying the blood-stained pig-killing knife, he didn't move, he stood and broke off, and his sharp eyes swept across the Chen family.

Chen Beixun recalled Lu Fan's meaningful smile in his mind and took a deep breath.

He grabbed a stack of title deeds and patted them.

Then, his throat trembled, and he bowed his hand in the direction of Lu Fan's departure, and let out a loud sound.

Chen Beixun sent off Young Master Lu. ”

After Chen Beixun finished shouting, he looked back and motioned for the Chen family to shout together.

The Confucian students of the Chen family were unwilling, but they did not dare to disobey.

"Congratulations to Young Master Lu. ”

The neat shout, with unwillingness, with humiliation, rushed into the nine heavens, as if to tear the night apart.

And Lu Fan's figure, holding his chin and sitting in a wheelchair, had already been pushed by Ning Zhao and disappeared into the night.

Nie Changqing carried the pig-killing knife, glanced at Chen Beixun indifferently, and slowly retreated, hiding in the darkness.

After Lu Fan left.

Chen Beixun raised his hand and chuckled.

"It's a little interesting, I thought Lu Changkong's son was a stupid scholar who only knew how to read Confucianism and didn't know anything about the world, but now it seems that ...... The world's perception of this young master Lu has been deviated, and sure enough, the troubled times will arise, and there will be many capable people. ”

"This son is by no means a thing in the pool, and he occasionally gets a dragon that is fixed by the wind and clouds. ”

Chen Beixun stroked his hair.

Suddenly, he laughed to himself.

"But I, Chen, like to pick dragon tendons and drink dragon blood the most. ”

......

When Lu Fan returned to Lu Mansion, it was already very late.

Yiyue stood in front of the door, waiting for the return of Lu Fan and the others.

"The corpse was disposed of?"

Lu Fan glanced at Yi Yue and said.

"They all pressed the stones and threw them into Beiluo Lake. ”

Yi Yue wiped the blood stains on the goose yellow dress, pursed her lips, and said.

"It's hard work, Sister Ning arranged a room for Lao Nie and Xiaoshuang. ”

Lu Fan bowed slightly.

He pinched his eyebrows and asked Ni Yu to push him back to the room.

"Sister Ning, you don't have to take today's matter to heart, Childe, I'm not really powerless, but ......"

"This mistake should also be taken as a warning, there is aura, you are indeed ahead of others, but ...... Reiki is not omnipotent, and when Reiki does not form an overwhelming advantage...... Don't underestimate the world's martial artists. ”

Ni Yu pushed the wheelchair, and Lu Fan, who was leaning on the wheelchair, tapped the wool blanket with his fingers.

"There's no next time. ”

Lu Fan said lightly.

The words fell, and there was silence, except for the sound of the wooden wheel turning and gradually fading away, and the ethereal vanished.

Ning Zhao stood in place, her face was slightly pale, her fists were clenched, and her plump lips were biting out deep marks.

This mistake was a big blow to her.

If it weren't for Childe's means, maybe tonight's ending would be a different story.

The one who was dumped in Beiluohu may not be Han Lianxiao, but Lu Fan.

Of course, Ning Zhao also knew that Lu Fan didn't blame her, after all, the time she had mastered the aura was too short.

However, this defeat was not only due to the lack of mastery of the aura, but also the most important thing was her contempt for the enemy and the expansion of her heart.

She could have done better.

I thought that if I had aura, I was one level higher than ordinary martial artists.

Don't take the world's grandmasters in your eyes.

In fact, the grandmaster is divided into nine rings, let alone the nine-ringing grandmaster, any grandmaster martial artist with more than five rings will be very easy to kill today's Ning Zhao.

"Martial artists must guard against arrogance and rashness, it is taboo to underestimate the enemy, and the lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, not to mention that you are facing a grandmaster martial artist. ”

In the night, Nie Changqing rubbed Nie Shuang's head, looked at Ning Zhao, and said.

He was a kind reminder.

It is also his experience.

The gloom on Ning Zhao's face was swept away, and he bowed slightly towards Nie Changqing.

"Thank you Brother Nie for your advice. ”

"Brother Nie, go this way. ”

Ning Zhaoyan smiled, and Yiyue took Nie Changqing to the wing room.

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