In a blink of an eye, it was nearly half a month since Chang Lei woke up in the nameless hill.

In the past half a month, Zhou Fan has been fully assisting Lou Yehua and Chang Lei in healing his injuries, and ignored everyone outside. After all, the mental injury cannot be healed in a day or two.

In fact, the entire world of practice has been talking about the strange phenomenon that appears in the sunshine constellation during the sun.

In less than half a year, these two visions emerged in succession, both of which are related to astrological signs. What exactly does this represent are different?

Astrology has always given people the feeling that it is profound, mysterious and unpredictable, divination, prophecy, heavenly secrets, destiny... are all synonyms for it.

Some people say, "The strange phenomenon comes from the sky, which means that the golden world in the world of cultivation is coming. Just like in ancient times, in the Middle Ages, and in recent times, there is a golden world..." This is an optimistic school.

Some people say, "It may be unknown when it appears in the daytime...Balabala..." This is a pessimist.

Some people also say, "Is there any powerful man who has passed away who wants to be resurrected in the sun? Therefore, God warns you..." This is a brainstorm.

“…”

There are many different opinions, which are quite a bit like the controversy of hundreds of schools of thought in ancient times, and there are all kinds of strange statements.

On this day, it was in a corner not far from the residence of Zhou Fan and others.

Two secret figures leaned against each other, whispering to each other.

"You really don't go with me?"

"If you don't go, you will go by yourself!"

"I……"

"Don't go!"

"you……"

"Don't go!"

"You blocked my words." The master of the voice swore, this was the fastest sentence he had ever said in his life, no doubt about it.

"Cough cough..." Another person coughed awkwardly and silently made way.

On Kanglefang Street, an old man wearing a Taoist robe and white-haired and white-haired came to the door with a "unobstructed" journey... and stopped a dozen feet away.

Eight rough men who were nearly half a foot tall, big and round waisted, were like a flesh wall, sealing the road ahead tightly.

Under the flesh wall, there was a figure of normal height, wearing white clothes, with a face like spring breeze. Well, I have confirmed my appearance and a little white face.

"Brother-in-law, this road is not open, please go back the same way!" The warm and beautiful voice, coupled with his appearance, was still very convincing.

The old man stood quietly, without saying a word.

"This is the order of Lord Fujun. Please return to the same route. Fu San and Fu Si, I will send you this boss!" If you don't have the literary skills, you will use martial arts. The man in white is serious about executing the orders of his husband.

In fact, after receiving the imperial edict from Yangcheng, the Guangjifufu Jun, who had never met before, suddenly visited the door the day after Zhou Fan and his team returned, leaving behind a bunch of inexplicable good words and retreated.

The Fujun visited the door in person, and naturally he was noticed by some interested people. It was not difficult to check the identity of Zhou Fan and others. It was so lively now. To put it as an exaggeration, those who were queuing up to visit can circle the city.

The annoying Zhou Fan borrowed a team of city protection troops from the Fujun, and specially chose tall, big, round waists and round waists to block the "flies".

The two-team group that was secretly stumbled was noticed by the city moat as soon as it appeared.

Facing the two flesh walls, the old man looked not panicked at all, but smiled, "Please give me a message to the master here, and I will say that the Lord of Yushan Yushan 'seek for a visit'."

The old man was Yu Jingcheng, and at this moment he thought in his heart: Keep your posture so low, it will be easier to talk later!

"The Lord of Qingyu Mountain?" the man in white said in doubt.

Hearing the tone of the old man, it seemed that he was really old friends with the young masters inside... Thinking of this, the man in white ordered, "Fu Liu, go in and report to the young masters."

A wall of flesh was light and he bent down and entered the door.

"Please wait a moment, sir!" The man in white bowed slightly and bowed.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Yu Jingcheng secretly thought that the longer he stayed, the better. Thinking of this, his face smiled like a chrysanthemum blooming.

There is now a layer of ice condensed in the courtyard, shining under the golden crow, and air conditioning is filled with it, bringing a hint of coolness.

There are also trees planted, the leaves are becoming greener and flowers are blooming in a row. Zhou Fan and the other six are sitting in the yard, celebrating the completion of the healing of Lou Yehua and Chang Lei.

"Young Master Zhou." At the gate, Fu Liulian said respectfully, "Outside the gate, there is an elderly Taoist who claims to be the Lord of Yushan, Qingyushan, and asked for a visit."

"Qingyu Mountain...Master of Yu Mountain?" Zhou Fan frowned, Qingyu Mountain Yu...Slowly, Master of Yu Mountain, could it be... Zhou Fan widened his eyes, stood up quickly, rushed to the door without stopping, and everyone behind him followed, obviously thinking about going with Zhou Fan.

soon.

Zhou Fan left the gate and saw... a wall of flesh from afar.

"Brush~~"

The flesh wall cracked and stood on both sides.

Now, Zhou Fan finally found his target.

He walked forward quickly and arched his hands, "I have seen Uncle Master!"

"I've seen Uncle Master!" Everyone behind him echoed, although they were curious about why their Uncle Master came.

The man in white who knew the identities of Zhou Fan and others sank in his heart, Uncle Master! He was the elder of several young masters. He couldn't help but feel glad that he didn't neglect this "low-key" boss just now.

"Uncle Master is coming, just come in directly. How can I let Uncle Master wait outside?"

"Haha, it's not bad, you're all good!" Yu Jingcheng stroked his three-inch beard under his jaw and laughed loudly.

"How did you learn the corrupt rules of Confucianism this year after going down the mountain?" Yu Jingcheng said unhappy.

“…”

"Uncle Master, it's inconvenient to speak here, so let's go in with your disciple first!" Lou Yehua nodded.

"Uncle Master, please!" Zhou Fan led the way.

The crowd waited to enter.

Come to the yard.

Looking at the steaming tea, a smile flashed in Yu Jingcheng's eyes, "It seems that the timing is inappropriate!"

"What did Uncle Master say? Please sit down!"

Zhou Fan led Yu Jingcheng to sit in the main seat, which was his own position.

After Yu Jingcheng sat down, everyone sat down one after another.

"You have done a good job this year." Yu Jingcheng's first sentence made Zhou Fan's heart thrill.

"It's not insulting my reputation as Yuxu, OK!"

"It's up to the reputation of the master to make the disciples so smooth." Unable to understand Yu Jingcheng's purpose, Zhou Fan's eyelids kept twitching.

In fact, it is absolutely fine to say this. If Zhou Fan and the others did not have the identity of "Yuxu Disciple", they would not have been able to go so smoothly along the way. Otherwise, Lu Ming would have been so busy with the opportunity to play the club all the way, but no one would have come to cause trouble, and instead he was named "Sword Idiot".
Chapter completed!