The scorching sun highlights the sweltering heat.

Spring and summer intersect, the weather is like this, and it won't be long before a rain is coming.

In front of a very grand and spacious mansion in Kaifeng Mansion, the cars and horses are like dragons, and the people who come are either rich businessmen or well-known people on the rivers and lakes.

Lee's House!

The layout is regular, solemn and elegant, with tall roofs and fine paintings! There are buildings, bridges and water, pavilions and pavilions, and they stand in a forest with each other.

In the backyard, Lin Yifan held the sword in one hand, the sword body was raised flat, the wrist was lightly turned, and the sword flower rose up and down, fast and slow, and it was extremely weird.

The drizzle was picturesque, and the wisps came down, stuck to the sword, and swung away again.

The silver bottle burst into the water slurry, the iron horse highlighted the sound of knives and guns, the noisy cutting and miscellaneous, and the big beads and small beads fell on the jade plate.

The speed of his steps is getting faster and faster, and the sword in his hand is also changing, becoming sharp, fast, faster and faster, and more and more urgent.

The sword body is clarified, and the rain curtain is flying.

Ruoyu is a sword that has thousands of attacks, and the sword is a wide umbrella, slowly protecting Lin Yifan behind him.

The sound of the sword echoed, like a flying spring.

The sword momentum wrapped in the wind and rain that flew in, disconnecting it from the heaven and earth behind him, and then the three-foot green rainbow suddenly turned into a circle of sword shadows that bloomed like lotuses, how dense the rain was, how dense his sword stabbed, under the shadow of the sword, the rain foam had collapsed into a fog that dispersed with the wind.

Then, more rain fell again, and the power of heaven and earth still couldn't be stopped.

Lin Yifan's whole body was already soaked.

"Hah!"

Lin Yifan's long sword returned to the sheath, and he slowly let out a long breath, which was too long and too long, as if it was endless......

It wasn't until Zhu Qiqi fetched hot water and brought a dry towel that Lin Yifan stopped breathing and took Zhu Qiqi back to the room.

The boundary of Kaifeng Mansion is Lin Yifan's best choice, he is close to the Yellow River, and it is once Tokyo, which is on the traffic artery, which is very suitable for commercial operation, and it is not too far from Taiyuan, if something happens, it is still too late.

The Yellow River and the Yangtze River have always had their own Cao Yun gang, Lin Yifan has subdued the Dajiang Gang, the Cao Yun Gang, and the Yellow River Gang since he became the master of Kaifeng, and has basically controlled the entire route, and both sides of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River are all in hand.

"Wipe it!"

Zhu Qiqi put the hot water on the basin rack, dipped it in a towel, took it away, and gently wiped Lin Yifan's soaked body.

A woman who suffers and a woman who does not suffer have always been two extremes, after Zhu Qiqi followed Lin Yifan, he didn't suffer anything, and he was helped by Changchun Gong for a long time, and now he has his own charm, Lin Yifan couldn't help but feel ripples in his heart when he saw it.

But, there is still business to do, such a thing as spring heart, cough, less touch.

Well!

Lin Yifan took care of it briefly, Zhu Qiqi put on clothes for him, tied his hair, and went to pick up Ah Qi, the carriage had already been prepared at the door, and Lin Yifan wanted to go back to Taiyuan......

It's nothing, it's just that the results of this year's spring boudoir have come down, and many people in Li Yuan have entered the exam and won the ranking, and the old man sent a letter asking him to go back to preside over the ancestor worship ceremony, and he has to go......

At the same time, Ah Qi is not too young, it is time to enroll, Lin Yifan does not have so much time to teach him, and plans to send him back to Li Yuan to be taught by the old man himself.

In that way, Lin Yifan and Zhu Qiqi can live their happy little life again.

The title of the gold list this time, Li Yuan really has a good look, the Li clan, the one on the list, accounts for seven places, and the entire Shanxi is only fifteen or sixteen, seven people, which is really attention-grabbing.

In ten years, Lin Yifan has invested a lot of manpower and material resources, and this time he has glorified his ancestors.

It's a pity that no one won the top three in the first class, and the best one in the test is only the second one, and the others are all in the top three. But this is already remarkable, and Lin Yifan is very satisfied.

Of course, the second and third grades can only be regarded as getting tickets to enter the officialdom, and they are not considered to be among the officials, not like the three people who are the champions of the Tanhua Bangyan, the second and third grades, and they have to study in the Hanlin Academy for three years, and they can only be awarded official positions if they pass the exam.

Ah Fei also referred to it this year, he didn't have any intention of entering the officialdom, he and Li Xunhuan's uncle and nephew had a good time, and the deception in the officialdom was not suitable for him.

Shen Lang has always asked him to follow Lao Li Tanhua to learn scriptures, and he has been admitted to Tongsheng, Xiucai and Juren, only Jinshi.

The main reason for his trip is to prove that he is not good at learning......

Then, he fell off the list.

There is a kind of person who gives up only when he has it, the representative Li Xunhuan!

There is a kind of person who wants to have it, but if he can't, the representative figure is Ah Fei!

Shen Lang almost had no face.

The family packed their luggage, walked out of the mansion, and got into the carriage, it was still raining heavily, but the carriage had its own shelter from the rain, and the driver was also a master, not to mention the rain, even if it was snow, it couldn't stop the way forward.

The driver is indeed a master!

…… Jing has no life.

Lin Yifan didn't know what grievances he had with Shangguan Jinhong's father, maybe it was similar to Wang Lianhua, his biggest wish was to kill Shangguan Jinhong with his own hands!

Hearing that Shangguan Jinhong was back in the rivers and lakes, he specially rushed back from Feixian Island.

Jing Wuming is a very good sword, he rarely has his own thoughts, like a stinky and hard piece of wood, cold as frost.

Even if no one has ever asked him to do this, he still does it, his eyes are dull and godless, but don't underestimate him, when he has God in his eyes, it is when he kills......

However, the opponent he has to face is Shangguan Jinhong......

Shangguan Jinhong, Lin Yifan didn't dare to underestimate it, according to the realm in the ancient dragon book, Lin Yifan belonged to the third realm, and the old man of Tianji and Shangguan Jinhong should have broken through to this realm.

Lin Yifan just went further than them, and people in the same way should not be underestimated, and some only admire.

The path of the old man Tianji and Shangguan Jinhong was created by himself, so the combat power is not weak, at least, not weaker than Shen Lang!

Compared with them, Shen Lang's winning side lies in the strong internal strength cultivated by the Heart Invincible Treasure Book and the Eight Desolations and Liuhe Sole Respect Gong.

It is unlikely that Jing Wuming will be an opponent, but it is not impossible if he wants to win, Jing Wuming still has a sword, and the sword is all he has.

Killing thirteen swords, Lin Yifan didn't know which sword he had cultivated, but this sword technique was too suitable for him.

Only lonely people can experience the same loneliness.

Jing Wuming and Yan Thirteen were originally the same people.

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