Lu Fan leaned lazily on the wheelchair, closing his eyes slightly.

He was very satisfied with the choice.

Zuichen Pavilion was a surprise, which was quite in line with his psychological expectations.

Beiluo City is very big, and there is a Beiluo Lake in the city, which is where talented men and beautiful women gather in Beiluo City.

Flower boats are often moored, and scholars are romantic.

In the center of Beiluo Lake, there is an island. The island is not big, and there is only one building on the island, that is Zuichen Pavilion.

The mission requires Lu Fan to build a transcendent force from scratch, and he must make careful choices.

Because, after choosing a good place, Lu Fan will release spiritual energy to this area, making this area a place of practice, and in the future, cultivate a number of practitioners.

Therefore, the location selection of the power is very important for Lu Fan.

Buildings like Zuichen Pavilion, which are separated from Beiluo City and independent of the island, are really the best choice for Lu Fan today.

The moment he saw this land deed, Lu Fan's heart was hit.

Chen Beixun looked at Lu Fan with his eyes closed, and his face looked slightly strange. He didn't know if Lu Fan was serious.

Could it be that Mr. Lu mainly enters the Chunlou industry?

Or is it Lu Changkong's meaning behind this?

Chen Beixun's thoughts were circulating and he thought a lot.

For example, today there is a great chaos, and the various schools of thought united with the twelve princes, which will erode the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Beiluo City is the target of the Sword Sect, and Chen Beixun, as a force elected by the Sword Sect, was naturally under great pressure. Any decision must be carefully considered.

"Mr. Lu..."

Chen Beixun took a deep breath and smiled again on his face.

"Zuichen Pavilion is a place of elegance. Although many Confucian scholars have been romantic since ancient times, but... Mr. Lu, this place is really not suitable for your elderly care."

Lu Fan opened his eyes and his face gradually became colder.

"What's wrong with the Fengyue Place?"

Lu Fan said lightly: "If you can't bear to leave, just say it, I, Lu Ping'an, never force me."

Chen Beixun narrowed his eyes, and the Chen family Confucian scholar behind him also fell silent.

They dare not speak out.

Lu Fan is too strong, but he has strong capital.

Who told him that the city lord's mansion was standing behind him? If it weren't for the sword sect Chen Beixun, the Chen family might have been taken over by the city lord's mansion at this moment.

The moment Lu Fan's words became cold and harsh, the cicada-winged sword in Ning Zhao's hand slowly raised up.

Her long skirt was windless, and there seemed to be a flow of air above the tip of the sword.

Nie Changqing carried the pig-killing knife and looked indifferent. When he stood there, the pressure of being powerful without anger spread.

Chen Beixun smiled.

"What's the matter with Mr. Lu? Since Mr. Lu's eyes are taken by him, my Chen family will definitely not go back on their word, but..."

"This Zuichen Pavilion is run by Chen, Liu, and Zhu three families. Bei Xun can't make the decision."

Chen Beixun said seriously.

"Also, Zuichen Pavilion involves too many things. Once Master Lu closes Zuichen Pavilion, it will inevitably cause dissatisfaction among the Confucian scholars and scholars in Beiluo City. At that time... Master Lu may be criticized by thousands of people."

Chen Beixunyi finished speaking with some meaning and looked at Lu Fan quietly.

The night is getting hazy.

The Chen family gardens have become extremely quiet.

Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair. He raised his hand, took the land deed from Ni Yu, clamped it with his index finger and middle finger, and raised it in front of Chen Beixun.

"The three major families jointly operate it, that's just right. You go and tell the other two families in person, each of which will get two thousand taels of silver, plus the land deed of Zuichen Pavilion, and you will be sent to the Lu Mansion tomorrow, and the rent from the City Lord's Mansion will be considered to be collected."

"Otherwise, I will be in the door one by one tomorrow, and then... the rent will not be this price."

Lu Fandao.

Chen Beixun was stunned and looked at Lu Fan in a bit incredible way.

Lu Fan really grasped the madness and arrogance just right.

But this kind of madness and arrogance are both within the rules.

"As for the dissatisfaction of the Confucian scholars in Beiluo City."

Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair, playing with his slender fingers, and glanced at Chen Beixun with a curvature.

The moonlight shone on his face, making the smile more meaningful.

"What do they have to do with me if they are dissatisfied?"

"If you have the ability, let them come to me."

"A thousand men are pointing to it, ha...they will try it?"

Lu Fan's smile was full of fun.

"Sister Ning, push me back, I'm exhausted."

After saying that, Lu Fan closed his eyes, too lazy to explain and entangle with Chen Beixun.

After Ning Zhao fell back into the wheelchair, the cicada wing sword was inserted into the wheelchair sword box, and the soft hand was lightly applied and slowly pushed.

The sound of wooden wheels rolling over the blue bricks lingering in the quiet night garden.

Ni Yu returned the land deed to Chen Beixun.

Following Lu Fan's wheelchair with Nie Shuang.

Nie Changqing carried the blood-stained pig-killing knife. He didn't move, stood behind the back, and his sharp eyes swept across the Chen family.

Chen Beixun recalled Lu Fan's meaningful smile in his mind and took a deep breath.

He grabbed a stack of land deeds and patted them.

Then, his throat trembled, he bowed toward Lu Fan's departure, and made a loud sound.

"Chen Beixun respectfully sends Young Master Lu."

After Chen Beixun finished shouting, he looked back and signaled that the Chen family members would also shout together.

The Confucian scholars of the Chen family were unwilling to accept it, but they dared not refuse to obey.

"Greatly send Young Master Lu."

The neat shouts, with unwillingness and humiliation, rushed into the sky, as if they were about to tear the night to pieces.

Lu Fan's figure, holding his chin and sitting in a wheelchair, had already been pushed by Ning Zhao and disappeared into the night.

Nie Changqing carried the pig-killing knife and glanced at Chen Beixun indifferently, then slowly retreated, hiding in the darkness.

After Lu Fan left.

Chen Beixun took his hand and chuckled.

"It's interesting. I thought Lu Changkong's son was a stupid scholar who only knew how to read Confucianism and was not familiar with the world. Now it seems that... the world's understanding of Young Master Lu has deviated. As expected, troubled times are about to arise, and many capable people emerge."

"This son is definitely not an object in the pond, he accidentally became a dragon."

Chen Beixun stroked his beautiful beard.

Suddenly, I laughed at myself.

"But I, Mr. Chen, like to peel dragon tendons and drink dragon blood the most."

...

When Lu Fan returned to Lu Mansion, it was already very late.

Yi Yue stood in front of the door, waiting for Lu Fan and others to return.

"The body was disposed of?"

Lu Fan glanced at Yi Yue and said.

"It's all covered with stones and thrown into Beiluo Lake."

Yi Yue wiped the blood on her goose yellow skirt, pursed her lips, and said.

"Thank you for your hard work, Sister Ning arranges a room for Lao Nie and Xiaoshuang."

Lu Fan nodded slightly.

He pinched his eyebrows and asked Ni Yu to push him back to the room.

"Sister Ning, don't take what you do today to heart. Young Master, I am not really powerless, but..."

"You must also take this mistake as a warning. With spiritual energy, you are indeed ahead of others, but... spiritual energy is not omnipotent. When spiritual energy does not form an overwhelming advantage... don't underestimate the martial arts in the world."
To be continued...