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This is a small courtyard specially arranged by Su Qingyi for Fang Haoran, the living environment is much better than that of others, the sound of bamboo in the courtyard is like Xiao, and the distant and mysterious music is as soft as water;

In the room, Fang Haoran closed his eyes slightly, sitting cross-legged on the bed, and at the same time practicing the internal strength method "Rama Internal Strength" and the Taoist meditation technique "Jiuding Refining Divine Formula!".

The aura of heaven and earth in the origin world is very sufficient, and Fang Haoran's own soul is strong, and he has already cultivated the Jiuding Refining Divine Technique to the late stage of concentration, and he is only one step away from the Qi cultivation period.

As for Rama's internal strength, he has also made some achievements, and Fang Haoran estimated that his martial arts strength should be in the early stage of the day after tomorrow, and he is only one step away from the middle stage of the day after tomorrow.

and the Taoist realm is divided into: concentration, qi training, foundation building...... The realm of martial arts is divided into acquired, congenital, grandmaster, and great grandmaster......

Each realm is divided into three small realms: the early stage, the middle stage, and the late stage, and Fang Haoran estimates that Jiang Ruolan's strength is probably in the late stage after tomorrow.

After cultivating for a while, in the middle of the moon, Fang Haoran exhaled a breath of turbid air and slowly opened his eyes.

Fang Haoran flipped his palm, and a strange yellow talisman appeared in his palm, this talisman was painted with the spirit suppression rune, but it was faintly different, and there were some more changes than the ordinary spirit suppression rune.

"Tonight is the third day, the zombie should have been completely refined, just take the Huang family father and son to test!"

"Poof"!

The yellow paper talisman suddenly burst into flames, and it burned completely in an instant.

At the same time, in the backyard of the Fang family's old house in Xining Town, a hundred miles away, the zombie refined by Rama's body in the dry well was attached to a talisman that was exactly the same as Fang Haoran's hand, and an inexplicable light flashed, and the talisman burned into ashes.

The zombie's eyes snapped open, and the two scarlet jewel-like eyes shone with an eerie and terrifying light.

It seemed that an invisible voice appeared in the heart of the zombie, and the zombie let out a low roar, jumped up, and crawled out of the dry well.

Looking at the bright moon in the sky, absorbing the essence of the moonlight, the zombie raised its head to the sky and let out a terrifying roar, its nose moved slightly, sensed it, roared, and headed towards the county government.

After about half an hour, Fang Haoran sensed that a spiritual light that was left in Huang Dashao's body dissipated, knowing that the Huang family's father and son had died, he smiled faintly, and gave an order to the zombie in his heart to rush to Qiantang Mansion.

Three days have passed in a flash, and in the past three days, Fang Haoran has been closing the door to thank customers, hiding in the house to practice internal strength, he feels that he has faintly touched the threshold of the middle of the day after tomorrow, and he is only a little bit close to piercing the layer of window paper.

Early this morning, Su Qingyi came here.

"I heard that Fang Gongzi has been preparing for the exam these days, and he didn't come to visit for fear of disturbing Fang Gongzi's study, so I asked Fang Gongzi to forgive me. ”

Fang Haoran smiled faintly and said, "You're welcome, I should thank you for arranging such a good place for me to live." I don't know why everyone Su is here today?"

Su Qingyi lightly covered her red lips and said with a smile: "Fang Gongzi is really dedicated to studying, he won't even forget the West Lake Poetry Club, right?"

West Lake Poetry Club?

Fang Haoran only then remembered that three days ago, Su Qingyi had mentioned it to him once, and he responded casually at that time.

Su Qingyi saw that Fang Haoran had really forgotten about the poetry meeting, and couldn't help but glance at her beautiful eyes, and said, "I specially came to invite Fang Gongzi to participate in the poetry meeting, I don't know if Fang Gongzi is willing to appreciate his face?"

Staying in the house every day, Fang Haoran felt that his bones were a little rusty, and said with a smile: "The beautiful woman invites, how dare you disobey!"

Afterwards, Su Qingyi beckoned the little servant to send a few umbrellas, and Fang Haoran looked at the sunny sky with a puzzled expression.

Su Qingyi explained with a smile: "On a child's face in June, the weather in West Lake is unpredictable, and it may rain later!"

Fang Haoran's expression slightly revealed a hint of strangeness, but he inexplicably remembered a story in his previous life.

West Lake, known as Qiantang Lake in ancient times, surrounded by mountains on three sides, the valley is injected, there are hundreds of deep springs under it, and it is a lake. Because it is located in the west of Qiantang Mansion, it is called West Lake.

It's June, and it's a good time to see lotuses. The turquoise lake is like the green pigment of the pond, the new lotus is green and lovely, the lotus leaves are rolling with crystal dewdrops, the pink lotus flowers are slim and elegant, the breeze is slow, the mist is shrouded, misty, a good piece of paradise.

When Fang Haoran and a few people arrived, the West Lake was already bustling with people, and it was very lively.

At the edge of the lake, this tall flower boat is moored five stories high, which is rare in this era. The colorful flags on the flower boat are displayed, hung with silk and satin, and there are girls waving handkerchiefs, which are really eye-catching.

In addition to the literati and scholars, talented and beautiful women, there are also famous prostitutes in Qinglou, famous prostitutes of this era, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, proficient in everything, plus they have the appearance of a fallen city, just like the stars on the earth, they have always been the objects of love pursued by dignitaries and nobles, literary heroes and famous artists.

"This is the flower boat of Qingqiu Palace?" In this southeast place, apart from Qingqiu Palace, Fang Haoran couldn't think of anyone else who could get such a big flower boat.

Su Qingyi smiled and said: "Although this flower boat is owned by my Qingqiu Palace, we don't have the ability to move the boat from the Qiantang River to this West Lake, this poetry meeting was organized by the King of Jiangyin, and the flower boat was also brought in by him. ”

King of Jiangyin?

Hearing this name again, Fang Haoran's brows couldn't help frowning, since the poetry meeting held by the King of Jiangyin, it was not surprising that his cheap fiancée should also come.

"Su everyone is here!"

Someone with sharp eyes found that Su Qingyi was coming, and immediately shouted loudly.

"What? Everyone Su is also here, hurry up and take a look!"

The crowd hula came up, just like the fans of later generations seeing stars, and they were extremely fanatical.

Suddenly, two "poofs" sounded in succession, and someone was squeezed into the river.

Su Qingyi's face changed slightly, and he said hurriedly: "Everyone retreat, someone has fallen into the river, save people!"

Fortunately, most of them were scholars, relatively civilized, and passed Su Qingyi's words out loud, and the crowd slowly retreated.

Fang Haoran wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his face palpitated, if it weren't for the fact that he had just pulled two people as scapegoats, I am afraid that the person who fell into the river now would be him.

At this time, the crowd in front of them separated from the middle, and a group of people walked over, led by a young and merry man, followed by several pot-bellied officials, Fang Haoran's cheap old man, Jiang Governor's Mansion, was among them.

Fang Haoran's eyes flashed, and he said in a low voice: "There are too many people here, I think I'd better get on the boat myself later!"

Su Qingyi didn't think much about it, just glanced at him apologetically.

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