On the shore of Beiluo Lake, Qingshi Huanhu Road.
A donkey cart was rickety. The donkey cart was dilapidated, as if it was made of dead wood. On the donkey cart, a young man in a navy blue robe crossed his legs and carried a wooden pole. Before the donkey.
The donkey puffed out its nostrils and kept walking after the carrot.
The young man sat leisurely, admiring the sparkling water of Beiluo Lake.
"It's a really good place. It would be even better if you can retire here."
"I heard that the 'Drunk Dust Pavilion' in Beiluo City is very unique, and the girls are very skilled. I don't know if it's true."
The young man propped his chin with one hand, his crossed legs were shaking constantly.
There was a look of reverie on his face.
"It's a pity... The Drunk Chen Pavilion was taken over by the arrogant and unreasonable Young Master Lu, and Da Zhou lost one day in the world."
The young man shook his head, with a look of pity on his face.
Turn the direction of the carrot to correct the walking direction of the donkey.
"To be honest, I really don't want to come to Beiluo City. This city...is too evil."
The young man's face was a little tangled, and he was talking to himself.
"However, it is rare for a national teacher to leave Beijing, so this is another once-in-a-lifetime opportunity..."
"Why do you always come to me for this kind of thing? The paralyzed face is obviously more suitable than me... He is the world's number one assassin, and I'm just a donkey driver." The young man seemed to be full of resentment.
However, everything has come, and the task can only continue.
Kicked a donkey's ass.
Let the donkey travel faster.
The dilapidated donkey cart was rickety, driving along the blue stone road of Beiluo Lake as if it was about to collapse at any moment.
The sound of the donkey humming, humming, ringing incessantly.
…
Lu Mudui quickly left the city.
The carriage galloped on the plain outside Beiluo.
In the carriage, Lu Mu was wearing a white shirt, rubbing the copper coins hanging around his neck with deep eyes.
"Is what Young Master Lu said... true? The 'Heaven and Earth Qi Token' can open the relic of the immortal fate? The teacher asked me to come to Beiluo. Is it true that there is a fairy fate in Beiluo?"
Lu Mudui leaned against the carriage, his body was a bit thin.
But the pupils are very bright.
"If there really is a fairy fate, will Young Master Lu be so relieved of me? Isn't he afraid that I will unite with all the scholars to bring this fairy fate secret realm?"
Lu Mukai narrowed his eyes, but after thinking about it, he sighed dejectedly.
He didn't have the capital to unite a hundred schools of thought.
Even if he had the information Lu Fan gave him, he couldn't exchange it with other schools of thought.
The appearance of the Heaven and Earth Qi Order will attract the attention of the world sooner or later, and besides, young master Lu may not be the only one who has been instructed by an immortal in the world.
Lu Mu didn't have any capital, so the best way for him was to cooperate with Lu Fan, maybe he could get a piece of the pie, otherwise... there would be no chance at all.
Besides, before he left, he saw the appearance of the Confucian master, maybe... Young Master Lu still wants to unite with Confucianism, and with the strength of Confucianism, if he still stupidly wants to unite with other forces of the Hundred Families, then he is really stupid.
The interior of the car was very quiet, only the sound of vibration from the rapid rotation of the wheels.
after a long time.
Lu Mu tapped the green bamboo stick on the carriage, and said to the coachman outside: "Don't be in a hurry to go back to the 'Donglong Temple', let's take a trip to Wolongling..."
"Okay."
Outside the carriage, the coachman grinned, raised his whip, and whipped it down.
The speed of the carriage suddenly accelerated.
…
Island in the middle of the lake.
On the island, the atmosphere was a little stagnant.
The master smiled righteously, and Lu Fan released his son to release the spiritual pressure.
The collision between the two can be called the level of scholars.
The national teacher was originally a Confucian teacher, and he had traveled to hundreds of schools, suppressing the forces of the hundred schools so that they dared not take the lead.
His awe-inspiring righteousness, even a great master of martial arts would have to be suppressed.
Although he has never practiced martial arts, he has a very strong oppressive force.
And Lu Fan, in the face of the state teacher's arrogance and righteousness, actually talked and laughed happily, which surprised the other people on the island.
Lu Changkong looked at Lu Fan with complicated and relieved eyes.
He didn't expect Lu Fan to grow up so fast, and now he has the strength to compete with his master.
Feeling the gurgling aura flowing in his body, Lu Changkong took a deep breath.
The eyes of Nie Zhangqing and Ning Zhao showed excitement.
They never knew Lu Fan's true strength.
And now...
They finally knew the true strength of their young master.
Zhuzi level...
Can compete with the Confucian masters, and is also the top strength among a hundred schools of thought.
Lu Fan once said that "Bai Yujing" should be superior to all schools of thought, now it seems that it is indeed not empty talk.
The wind, gone.
The oppression that enveloped the world also suddenly disappeared.
The awe-inspiring righteousness dissipated, and Lu Fan's spiritual pressure also dissipated and disappeared.
"Hahaha, you really are young and promising."
The national teacher laughed.
"Long sky, you gave birth to a good son."
Lu Changkong on the side suddenly smiled, his eyes couldn't hide the joy.
"Master, please."
Lu Fan smiled: "Ping'an knows that the master of the country is good at wine, so he specially asked someone to burn plum wine."
The national teacher walked forward with his sleeves and hands behind his back.
"Bai Yujing..."
The national teacher's eyes fell on the plaque in front of the pavilion, chewing on the name softly, and then smiled: "Good name."
The national teacher sighed in his heart, Lu Fan obviously got more fairy fate than the emperor Yu Wenxiu.
If we say, Yu Wenxiu is just a toddler and a godsend.
Then Lu Fan was a mature God-sent, the gap between the two... was a bit big.
The national teacher stepped on the blue stone ladder.
Lu Changkong and Luo Yue also followed behind him.
suddenly.
The national teacher's body trembled, and he stood still, his eyes were unconsciously attracted by the two vertical plaques.
Everyone who entered Baiyujing would be involuntarily attracted by this couplet. Lu Fan was not surprised by this.
The national teacher stared at the two couplets, the smile on his face disappeared, and he was full of seriousness.
He looked at it for a long time.
There is almost half a stick of incense time.
Only then did he slowly come back to his senses.
Under the cloudy eyes of the national teacher, there was a faint flicker of shock.
"This couplet...is it mentioned by Ping An?"
The national teacher withdrew his gaze, said calmly.
Unlike Nie Zhangqing and Lu Mu's huge reaction, the national teacher's situation is calm.
"No, it was mentioned by my mentor."
Lu Fan said, the wheelchair turned automatically and headed towards the Baiyujing Pavilion.
He guessed that the national teacher should have learned something from the Enlightenment couplet, but since the national teacher didn't show it, he didn't ask.
When the national teacher heard Lu Fan's answer, his body froze slightly, and then he returned to normal.
But Luo Yue and Lu Changkong were not in such good condition.
Lu Changkong was fine, after all, he had aura to back it up, so he took two or three steps back to stabilize his mentality.
Luo Yue was miserable, he was just a first-class warrior, he recited the couplet softly, and was thrown upside down by the tremendous pressure, kneeling on one knee, coughing up blood.
His face was full of lingering fear.
Lu Changkong did not enter the Baiyujing Pavilion.
He knew that Master and Lu Fan had something to discuss, so he turned around and wandered around the island.
He was quite interested in those ten chrysanthemums that were blooming against the sun.
The master entered the second floor of the pavilion.
On the terrace, Yiyue finished cooking wine and stood up.
Ni Yu and Nie Shuang stared at Lu Fan and Master.
The chessboard is set up, the white chess box and the black chess box are placed on one side respectively.
The national teacher sat on the chair, looked at the chessboard, and stroked his beard.
Lu Fan was leaning on the wheelchair, and the two sat opposite each other across the chessboard.
Yi Yue poured wine for Lu Fan and the national teacher respectively. The cooked wine exuded heat and the sour taste of green plums.
"Master, you and I have a game of chess?"
Lu Fan laughed.
The master stroked his beard, squinted his eyes and took a sip of the wine, his face full of satisfaction.
Tasting wine, playing chess.
This kind of day really makes the master enjoy a little bit.
There were clear "da da" sounds as pieces fell on the chessboard, one after another.
The two played chess, tasted wine, and chatted about family affairs.
Sandalwood rises slowly, exuding the smell of meditation and tranquility.
A game of chess is over.
The chessboard was full of black and white pieces, and Lu Fan regretfully threw the black pieces back into the chess box.
"The master's chess skills are superb, and the students are willing to bow down."
Lu Fan smiled wryly.
Although he has the chess record "Yi Tianshi", but after all, the research time is too short, and it is still not good enough to play against a national-level chess player like Master.
Ni Yu's eyes widened.
Not quite right!
Young Master's chess skills...how did it become so strong
The national teacher was holding a wine glass, coughing slightly, his body was bleak, and he seemed to be dying.
"There are only two or three people in the world who can play chess with this old man. Be safe. I saw you today, and you really impressed me. After a while, when you are so successful in chess, it's like mountains and rivers falling in your hands. I'm afraid I won't be your opponent anymore."
Lu Fan smiled.
The wine in the glass in the teacher's hand had already cooled down, and Yi Yue wanted to add hot wine, but the teacher waved her hand and refused.
Putting down the wine glass, the national teacher hid his hands in the wide sleeves, looking at Lu Fan with deep and cloudy eyes.
"Peace, I have some doubts... I want you to answer them."
"If you don't ask now, I'm afraid you won't have a chance..."
The national teacher said, his tone was a bit bleak, his hair was gray, and the age spots on his skin seemed to be getting heavier again.
Lu Fan raised his eyebrows, lowered his hands, and smoothed the thin woolen blanket covering his legs.
"Master, what doubts do you have?" Lu Fan asked lightly.
The national teacher smiled, his eyes were deep, and he looked at the island through the attic.
All of a sudden, he seemed to see three strange air currents moving across the island.
"Build power, destroy aristocratic families, kill hundreds of families... What is your purpose?"
"Nowadays, the Great Zhou is precarious and at stake. There are all kinds of heroes in the rivers and lakes and temples."
The national teacher bowed in the chair, coughing.
"Ping An, do you have any ideas about this world?"
This question is very explicit, and the purpose is not concealed.
What he was looking for was Lu Fan's ambition, the ambition of a mature god-given man.
Nie Changqing, Ning Zhao, Yi Yue and others were all breathless.
Lu Fan slowly raised his head and looked at the national teacher.
The eyes of the two collided in the air, silently.
Sandalwood is long.
In the attic terrace, Lu Fan's elegant voice suddenly rang softly.
"I built my power to provide for the elderly, destroy the aristocratic family, and kill hundreds of disciples because they provoked me."
"If you don't provoke me."
"The rivers and lakes, the temples, and the world should be whatever they are, so what should I do?"
"After all, I, Lu Pingan, have a good temper."
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(end of this chapter)