Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Lu Fan was a little dumbfounded, the speed at which his father changed his face was too fast.

However, the taste of aura can only be experienced personally.

The more advanced the martial artist is, the more emotional he will be, because the appearance of aura is equivalent to allowing them who have touched the limit of the martial artist to see new dawn and hope.

That is a sublimation of the level of practice.

"Father, although spiritual energy is good, it is really good to master it thoroughly and master it. If too much spiritual energy is poured in at once, it will not be beneficial. It will hinder the improvement of cultivation base and backfire."

"Just like Sister Ning, in fact, if Sister Ning fully grasped a ray of spiritual energy, she could defeat four masters yesterday in the city. Make it one against four."

Lu Fan said.

"For a long time to come, I won't give Sister Ning any help unless she completely controls the two wisps of spiritual energy."

Standing behind Lu Fan, Ning Zhao showed a look of shame.

"Ning Zhao, thank you for your teaching, young master."

She was indeed very dissatisfied with yesterday's performance.

It was only when Lu Changkong thought about it and felt the aura in his dantian that he truly understood how powerful this kind of power was.

"It makes sense, man will conquer the sky, and spiritual energy is actually the same as blood and energy, and they are all forces that need to be controlled."

Lu Changkong nodded slightly.

After all, he is a veteran master, and his understanding of martial arts is far better than Ning Zhao.

"So, father... how about the son's cultivation of power?"

Lu Fan's eyes brightened, and said.

Lu Changkong was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled lightly.

He took a deep look at Lu Fan.

Is it really so simple that this kid cultivated power just for self-protection?

"What do you need?"

Lu Changkong asked.

The corners of Lu Fan's mouth turned up slightly, leaning on the wheelchair, propping his chin with one hand, and tapping lightly with the other on the thin woolen blanket covering his thighs.

"My child doesn't need much, just a piece of land and a building."

Lu Changkong narrowed his eyes and waved his hands: "I don't want any land. Your father and I will be the lord of the city. Our sleeves are clean and clean. Where can I get the land for you?"

"However, the Chen family has a piece of land in the east of the city. You can ask about it, and it will be rented."

What Lu Changkong said made Lu Fan chuckle lightly, his eyes lit up slightly, the three great families colluded with Tantaixuan and tore apart the Lu family and the Great Zhou Dynasty, now it's time to settle the score.

Back then, the people from the three great families made fun of Lu Fan for smiling so happily.

Lu Fan's spirit was severely traumatized.

Now, Lu Fan should go and ask for some mental damage compensation.

"Fan'er, do you want Dad to send you a city guard?"

Lu Changkong thought about it, since Lu Fan wanted to cultivate power, how could he do it without anyone.

"No need, my power lies in the quality, not the abundance."

Lu Fan chuckled, and told Ning Zhao to push him away.

Yi Yue and Ni Yu hurriedly followed.

"By the way, Dad, copy your blood-moving cheats and give me a copy. It will be of great use to you."

Lu Fan's voice came from afar.

With his hands behind his back, Lu Changkong looked at Lu Fan's figure who was being pushed in a wheelchair and disappeared around the corner, his eyes were flickering.

"Xianyuan, spiritual energy..."

"This world... is really going to be chaotic."

...

Ning Zhao pushed Lu Fan out of the Lu residence.

Holding an umbrella, Ni Yu trotted down to shade Lu Fan.

Suddenly, she hesitated to speak.

"My son..."

Lu Fan, who was resting in a wheelchair,

Slightly opened his eyes, glanced sideways at Ni Yu, and slightly released a musical note in his nasal cavity.

"Ok?"

Ni Yu's chest, which was as flat as a chopping board, rose and fell slightly, and after that, it seemed as if she had made up her mind.

"I, Ni Yu, want to follow the son to cultivate immortality!"

She felt that if she didn't want to make progress, she might not even be qualified to be a son and a maidservant.

"Oh?"

Lu Fan did not expect that Ni Yu would be so ambitious.

Ning Zhao and Yi Yue couldn't help being astonished.

"You said that you want to cultivate immortality with me, your martial arts are bad, your talent is poor, and you are lazy, you say... what are you good at?"

Lu Fan said with a smile.

Ni Yu was holding an umbrella, her face flushed red.

My son's words are very heart-wrenching.

But she hesitated for a long time, but she couldn't tell what she was good at.

At last……

She pursed her lips and said, "My lord... I, I... am good at eating!"

Lu Fan paused, and then laughed out loud.

Yi Yue and Ning Zhao also smiled, covering their mouths and chuckling.

Ni Yu was laughed out of frustration.

Lu Fan smiled for a while, stretched out his slender hand, and wiped Ni Yu's head.

"It's a blessing to be able to eat, don't worry, the young master will take you in the future, and cultivate immortality while eating."

Ni Yu's eyes suddenly lit up.

After leaving the Lu residence, Ning Zhao pushed Lu Fan to walk slowly on the official road.

"My lord, where are we going now?"

Ning Zhao's words were like water, and she asked Lu Fan gently.

"Will you go to the mansions of the three great families?"

Yi Yue also interjected.

Lu Fan shook his head, a little lazily.

"Go find a pork shop."

Lu Fan lowered his head and played with his slender fingers, and said calmly.

Pork shop?

Hearing Lu Fan's words, Ning Zhao was stunned. She suspected that she might have heard it wrong. Isn't the young master going to block the door of the three great families?

How did it turn into going to the pork shop?

"Young master... you want to eat pork?!"

Ni Yu's eyes lit up when he heard about the pork shop.

When it comes to food, she knows best.

"No, go to the pork shop and find someone." Lu Fan twitched his lips.

"My lord, there are many pork shops in Beiluo City. Which pork shop is the person you are looking for?"

"The pork shop in the east of the city, the west of the city, or the south of the city? There are also several pork shops in Fangshi. Which one are you talking about?"

Ni Yu chirped.

Lu Fan blankly glanced at Ni Yu who was suddenly excited.

"You talk too much."

"lead the way."

"If you take the wrong ones, you will be fined for the next few meals."

Ni Yu: "..."

Young master... is it a devil? !

Is it a blessing to be able to eat?

Seeing Ni Yu's face of doubting life, Ning Zhao and Yi Yue finally couldn't help it, and burst out laughing.

...

"Boss, here's half a catty of meat, chopped it up, and I'll make dumplings for my mother-in-law when I get home tonight."

A farm worker in coarse clothes shouted with a smile.

Pieces of cut red and white pork are hung on the hooks of the pork shop, neat and strict, like a forest of meat.

Behind the pork shop, there were two people sitting on low wooden stools and chairs, waiting for the business to come.

One was a middle-aged man wearing an apron exuding a strong fishy smell.

The other one was a child with a big head who looked about four or five years old.

"Shuang'er, stand far away."

There is business coming, the middle-aged man stood up, turned his head and said to the child.

The big-headed boy nodded obediently, his big eyes fluttered, and he looked out of place in the forest of meat covered with bloody pork.

Crash.

The heavy kitchen knife chopped on the chopping board was hooked by the middle-aged man's finger, and it spun at a high speed, blowing a cold wind.

When a piece of pork was cut off, the man didn't weigh it, as if he had already determined the weight of the pork, scraped off the skin, and removed the pig hair and residual pig blood.

The light of the knife streaked across, dazzling and eye-catching.

Da da da……

There was only a fast-paced chopping sound.

Soon, the pork was chopped into small pieces, scraped sideways with the knife, took a piece of lotus leaf, wrapped the minced pork, tied it with a stalk, and threw the chopped pork directly to the customer, and it was completed This sale.

Afterwards, the man suddenly chopped the kitchen knife on the chopping board, wiped his hands on the apron, turned around and walked towards the big-headed boy.

The customer took the pork, weighed it and left.

"Dad, there's another guest here."

The big-headed boy suddenly pointed into the distance, and said to the middle-aged man in a childish voice.

The man's body trembled.

Looking back suddenly.

The wheels of the wheelchair rubbed against the sticky ground, making a strange sound like chewing a sticky cake.

The man subconsciously protected the big-headed boy, his vicissitudes, eyes full of stories were full of vigilance.

"I looked for six pork shops in North Los Angeles, and finally found it..."

A faint voice drifted over.

However, the boy in the wheelchair, with his legs covered by a thin wool blanket, was pushed by a magnificent and beautiful maid to the front of the pork shop.

On the wheelchair, the boy stretched out his hand to caress the thin blanket, and looked at the middle-aged man with a smile.

"Abandoned disciple of Taoist sect, Nie Changqing...is that you?"

The boy said to the middle-aged man who was protecting the big-headed boy.

The pupils of the middle-aged man shrank suddenly, and a murderous aura surged from his body.

"Oh, it seems... finally found the right one."

The boy tilted his head and smiled lightly.

After the pork shop.

Nie Zhangqing, who was protecting the big-headed boy, slowly filled his body with evil spirit.

"Are you sent by Taoism?"

"It's been so many years... After all, we still won't let our father and son go."

Nie Zhangqing's voice became a little hoarse, filled with bitterness and indignation.

His generous collection has been chopped on the handle of the generous meat cleaver on the chopping board, and the veins are bulging.

Lu Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, listened to Nie Zhangqing's words, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. He propped his chin with one hand, and raised his eyebrows lightly.

"Dao sect sent me?"

"Heh, does it... match?"

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