The Qingyang flute sound echoed in everyone's ears, but no one was refreshed by this moving melody. On the contrary, everyone's hearts are on their throats.
A person who is strong in the light of the gods can kill people invisible only by the mind of the original god. Such a master strikes, even if Zhuo Fan is relying on the blood infant and the evil moon wheel, it is by no means his one-one enemy.
A drop of cold sweat slipped slowly, and there was only a deep solemn color in Zhuo Fan's eyes.
Huh!
The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and with a slow pace, the three of Zhuo Fan seemed to have forgotten even breathing, and their eyes were all staring at the direction from which the sound came.
However, when the figure really showed its true face from the woods, the nervous-looking fat man was suddenly startled, and opened the two small mung bean eyes inconceivably, and exclaimed: "Teacher, why did you come to this place? ?"
Dragon Kwai also surprised and cried out: "Senior Fang, why are you here?"
Zhuo Fan looked at the expressions of the two and seemed to know the person in front of him, so he looked carefully.
The man was about sixty years old, dressed in a blue robe, goatee, and a Qingfeng sword hung diagonally behind his back. Since he appeared, the corner of his mouth has always been with a faint smile, and an emerald jade flute has been spinning in the palm of his hand.
When he saw the jade flute, Zhuo Fan was shocked. He seemed to think of something, and blurted out: "You are one of the five dragon guards of the royal family, the sword god of jade flute, Fang Qiubai?"
Zhuo Fan heard from Long Jiu mentioned that now the imperial family's control of the seventh family is not as good as before, and the reason why it can be suppressed is entirely because the imperial family enshrines the five great dragon guarding gods, each of which is a top master of the gods. No one of them, the seventh family dare not offend at will.
Among them was the sword god of jade flute, Fang Qiubai, who was known as the first sword god of Tianyu.
He claims that the sword and the flute are one, the sword follows the sound, and the meaning of the sword is sounded. Once defeated the five great masters of the Divine Illumination in a row, the Seventh Family did not dare to try his sword lightly and became famous all over the world.
The man raised his brows, took a deep look at Zhuo Fan, and nodded approvingly.
At this time, a loud laugh suddenly came out, and then Long Jiu's figure appeared in front of everyone: "Hahaha... I'm right, this kid has very poisonous eyes. The old man only talked to him once, and he just said it to him. I recognized you at a glance."
"Uncle Nine!"
Seeing Long Jiu's appearance, Long Kui ran over immediately and smiled: "When did you and Senior Fang come here? Why didn't you show up earlier?"
"Hahaha... We have already arrived when Brother Zhuo competed with the three princes."
Long Jiu laughed, then turned to look at Zhuo Fan and praised, "Brother Zhuo, you really have you. You can still face a dozen bone-forging masters without changing your face. He rushed up alone, even if the old man never did when he was young. Brother, you have such courage. Admire, admire!"
Solanum pursed his mouth, glanced at Zhuo Fan obliquely, and said nothing.
Seeing Zhuo Fan's performance this time, she was completely convinced, but she still didn't want to admit it.
"Teacher, since you two seniors are here, why don't you shoot it earlier, and the apprentice is worried for a while." The fat man patted his fat breast, and let out a sigh of relief, "I'm nothing, I'm afraid of getting tired. Miss Kui and them."
"Hahaha... If the old man shot at the beginning, wouldn't he miss a good show?"
Fang Qiubai laughed, stroking his beard, and then looked at Zhuo Fan with a calm face, as if he had a deep meaning, "Besides, the old man can't see this young wizard show off his skills."
"Senior has a good reputation!"
Zhuo Fan gave a respectful salute, but his face was extremely serious: "I just don't know why the senior killed that person, could it be..."
He narrowed his eyes unconsciously, Fang Qiubai smiled like nothing, but his words were extremely cold: "Young man, you are indeed very smart, but with your current strength, being smart is not necessarily a matter of fact. Good thing."
He raised his brows, and Zhuo Fan gave a faint smile, and said respectfully again: "The younger generation has been taught, and today the younger generation will immediately forget about it."
Zhuo Fan knew that Fang Qiubai was actually warning him. This kind of upper-level power struggle is not something he can participate in at his current level. And to kill the killer was also to protect him.
Fang Qiubai took a deep look at him again, the admiration in his eyes became more intense, and he solemnly said: "You are not only smart, but you also know how to advance and retreat. It's really rare. I didn't expect that apart from the seventh family, there would be such a thing in the world. A young man exists. If you don’t belong to the magical way and don’t agree with the old man, the old man must take you back to train for two years. The future achievements will be limitless."
Hearing these words, Solanum and Fatty were both startled and looked at each other with incredulous colors.
Who is Fang Qiubai, others may not know, but no one in their seventh family doesn't know his temper. Just ask the Patriarch of the Seventh Family, who does not want to send his children to practice under his sect
However, this old man was so stubborn that he couldn't even look down on any of them.
Even if the emperor came forward and asked him to accept his sons as disciples, he never sold face. And because the fat man kneeled in front of him for three years, Fang Qiubai felt that he had great perseverance, so he reluctantly taught a few tricks, but he would never accept disciples.
So the fat man always calls him teacher, not master.
However, he never expected that Zhuo Fan was only seen by Fang Qiubai, and he took a fancy to it, and Fang Qiubai took the initiative to invite him. If it weren't for the two of them to practice different ways, it is estimated that Zhuo Fan would be the first person to worship the Sword God.
After that, if you go out, even if the children of the seventh family see you, they have to walk around.
Seeing the surprised eyes of the two little ghosts, Long Jiu knew what was thinking in their heads and couldn't help but shook his head. These little ghosts haven't reached their level yet, and they can't understand what it means to be hard to find.
A genius like Zhuo Fan, any master would have the urge to accept him as a disciple. After all, his masterpiece, a mantle, always find the best disciple to pass on.
The more expert, the more such a desire!
However, Zhuo Fan shook his head helplessly and couldn't help but chuckled.
Not to mention that Fang Qiubai refused to accept him because of the magic way, even if he did accept him, he would not go to apprenticeship. With his Demon Sovereign cultivation base, only emperor-level masters can be his master.
Looking at Zhuo Fan again, Fang Qiubai's eyes were reluctant, but he shook his head and cut off, taking the fat man to leave: "Long Jiu, the third prince still has official duties, I will take him away first. "
After speaking, Fang Qiubai and Fatty disappeared instantly.
"Hey, wait..." The fat man wanted to turn around and say something to Solanum and Zhuo Fan, but it was too late. Everyone only saw his anxious face the moment he turned his head, and then disappeared.
"So fast, you deserve to be a master of God's Light Realm!"
Zhuo Fan took a deep breath, exclaimed, and made up his mind secretly. He has to cultivate quickly to the Divine Illumination Realm, so that walking on the mainland can be considered as a guarantee.
"Brother Zhuo."
At this time, Long Jiu came to Zhuo Fan with a serious face: "You follow me to Qianlong Pavilion, I have something for you."
The corner of his mouth curled slightly, Zhuo Fan seemed to have expected something, and nodded slightly.
A quarter of an hour later, Zhuo Fan and Long Jiu came to the Qianlong Pavilion meeting room. After Long Kui was reluctantly kicked out by Long Jiu to guard the gate, Long Jiu took out a beast with four dragons on the four corners from the ring. Come with leather paper.
"This is… "
Zhuo Fan took the paper and opened it. The word "covenant" appeared in the middle of the beginning.
After reading the contents inside, Zhuo Fan suddenly closed the animal hide paper, and a satisfied smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
That's right, this is what he always wanted, the alliance book between Qianlong Pavilion and Luo Family. With it, Qianlong Pavilion can not only become the great backer of the Luo family, but also unconditionally support the Luo family.
Then, in a short period of time, no one would dare to covet the Luo family anymore, and he would be able to develop the power of the family with peace of mind.
Looking at Zhuo Fan's appearance, Long Jiu couldn't help but a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes: "How do I feel, you seem to have known about this a long time ago?"
Looking at Long Jiu, Zhuo Fan smiled mysteriously.
He didn't know it for a long time, but everything he did before was for this paper contract.
Since he decided to form an alliance with Qianlong Pavilion, he first used an ancient formation map to attract Long Jiu's attention, and took the opportunity to let Qianlong Pavilion stand out for himself.
But this is not an alliance, but a shelter. When there is real danger, Qianlong Pavilion may kick the abandoned child away.
This is not what he wants.
So afterwards, he fought side by side with Qianlong Pavilion, and he did not hesitate to kill two elders in the Sky Profound Realm, risking offending Nethergu, to show them the potential of the Luo Family.
What he wants is this fair alliance contract.
Otherwise, if he is the only one, he would rather make a fortune in a muffled voice than show off the corpses of two Profound Sky masters.
If the pavilion owner of Qianlong Pavilion is really a discerning person, then it is time to choose to form an alliance. Forming alliances now is a blessing in the snow, and it is better than icing on the cake in the future.
So this time, Zhuo Fan made a big bet on whether the Lord Qianlong Pavilion is a generation of heroes, dare not to stick to the trivial, and form an alliance with an incompetent family.
As a result, he made a right bet.
Of course, if the gambling loses, Qianlong Pavilion will also be excluded from the alliance list by Zhuo Fan forever. Just because their leader has no courage, not a general.
Taking a deep breath, Zhuo Fan rolled the animal skin and said with a smile: "I will take it back now and let the lady sign it right away."
"Wait!" Long Jiu grabbed Zhuo Fan's arm and said solemnly, "Sign here, sign now!"
Unable to raise his brows, Zhuo Fan smiled and said: "I am not the head of the Luo family, but just a housekeeper. My signing may not be valid in the future."
With a treacherous arc curled up at the corner of his mouth, Long Jiu took a deep look at Zhuo Fan and smiled: "Our pavilion owner means that this alliance agreement is not signed with the Luo family, but with you Zhuo Fan."
His brows couldn't help but Zhuo Fan looked at Long Jiu fixedly.
"The place where Zhuo Fan is, is where I formed an alliance with Qianlong Pavilion!" Long Jiuyi said with a serious face, "This is what our pavilion master said!"
Hearing this, Zhuo Fan frowned and nodded with a smile.
"Your pavilion master, really is a generation of heroes, ha ha ha..."
In the middle of the night, Zhuo Fan returned to the small courtyard, and when he met the leader of Pang, he immediately asked: "Lao Pang, what about that girl, I have something to look for her."
After sighing, Old Pang glanced at him with a bitter look, and murmured, "I'll take you."
Zhuo Fan was taken aback, but he didn't know, so he followed.
After a while, the two came to the kitchen door. Zhuo Fan looked at Commander Pang with a puzzled look, but saw that he shook his head and pointed inside.
Zhuo Fan looked at it and saw a mess in the kitchen, just like an earthquake. By the side of the fire stove, Luo Yunchang had already fallen asleep leaning on the stove, and her face was still covered with charcoal black.
"Hey, the young lady has been busy from morning till night, and consulted with the cook in the yard. Now she is already tired and get down." Commander Pang sighed, and gave Zhuo Fan a reproachful look.
"Steward Zhuo, I know you have the ability, and you never put the young lady in your eyes. But do you know, Miss, in order to cook a delicious meal when you leave the customs, has been practicing hard for a month? . But who knows, in exchange for your harsh evaluation. Let alone miss, even any girl can't stand it..."
Without listening to the nagging of Pang Commander, Zhuo Fan walked straight to the side of the stove, where there were a few small dishes that Luo Yunchang had just made. Compared with those in the morning, it was still much darker.
Zhuo Fan picked it up and put it in his mouth to chew, and shook his head lightly: "She really has no talent."
"Oh, even if you are not talented, you have to take care of the lady's face." Commander Pang said while he came to the dish, grabbed a hand and put it in his mouth, "Like me, how hard is it to swallow? difficult?"
However, as soon as he chewed a bite, he threw it out all with a pop.
"Well, Mr. Zhuo, she is indeed not talented. I blamed you earlier." Commander Pang wiped his mouth and blushed and walked out, but Zhuo Fan did not follow.
Looking back, I saw that Zhuo Fan was still chewing bite by bite, as if chewing every bit of flavor in the vegetable.
"Uh, Manager Zhuo, don't force yourself too much. What I just said, you should fart, I have only eaten Miss's food, indeed..." Pang Commander chirped his mouth, his entire face distorted.
"Nothing, I happen to be hungry!"
Zhuo Fan raised a small smile at the corner of his mouth, eating bite by bite, eating all the dishes clean...