After taking a sip of the porridge, Lu Fan took the white cloth handed over by Ning Zhao.

What is recorded on this cloth is Lu Changkong's blood-moving technique.

Lu Fan glanced at him and silently compared the "Daozong Blood Moving Technique" in his heart. Compared with the two, the blood mopping technique recorded by Lu Changkong seemed to be stronger.

This surprised Lu Fan a little.

Put away the cloth and Lu Fan plans to collect the remaining four blood-moving techniques and perform the deduction together.

"Did my dad come to Beijing? At such a sensitive critical moment, aren't you afraid that Dan Tai Xuan's Beijun army will make a comeback?"

Lu Fan picked up a bite of side dishes and put it in the mouth. The sour taste of the side dishes spreads in the mouth, sour and sweet. However, it is precisely such side dishes that can be used with porridge even more.

"Young Master, don't worry. The master has long received information. After the Beijun army failed to attack the city, he went to join the Xijun army, hoping to use the western Zuilong shield as a breakthrough."

Ning Zhaodao.

Lu Fan nodded. Although the world's general trend was not very clear.

However, since Lu Changkong was able to leave Beiluo City with confidence, he was obviously confident in the situation.

Of course, Lu Fan always felt that Lu Changkong was a bit unreliable, and the situation of the battle to moat was still vivid in his mind.

My dad seems not very reliable.

Of course, even if the army attacks, you can't imagine breaking Beiluo City in a short time. After all, the three major families in Beiluo City have been closely watched by Lu Changkong's army. Even if there are strong people in the Jian Sect in charge of the family, they dare not act rashly.

But in the absence of internal support, it is not easy to break a city.

"Go out to bask in the sun, Sister Ning, go and see if people from the three major families can send land deeds."

After breakfast, Lu Fan stretched his waist lazily and said.

"Here."

Ning Zhao nodded and exited the room.

"Yiyue, go to the city to find the best craftsman, and re-customize the wheelchair according to the size of this chess box, and make two secret blocks next to the wheelchair." Lu Fan said to Yiyue.

Yi Yue looked at the two chess boxes in Lu Fan's hand curiously, which contained two chess pieces "black and white".

After thinking about it, Lu Fan waved to Yi Yue again. Yi Yue approached, and Lu Fan whispered something in Yi Yue's ear. Yi Yue's expression became solemn, and after understanding, he quickly left.

"Xiao Ni, carry the chessboard."

After Yi Yue left, Lu Fan smiled and handed the Lingpu chessboard directly to Ni Yu.

Ni Yu took it, put it on the rope, and carried it behind her. The chessboard was almost at her ankle, and it looked quite bulky and funny.

"Young Master... do you want to play chess?"

Ni Yu's big eyes flashed with her spirit, and she was extremely curious.

"Yes, you will get off?"

"A game?"

Lu Fan's eyes lit up and he glanced at Ni Yu.

"Let's go down to the yard."

Lu Fan smiled.

Ni Yu carried the chessboard on her back and pushed Lu Fan out of the room.

far away.

Nie Changqing was carrying his hands on his back, and with a pig-killing knife on his waist, he was following Nie Shuang, who was sweating all over his body.

The two walked through the curved stone bridge in the garden and came to Lu Fan's yard.

"Mr. Lu."

Nie Changqing bowed slightly.

In the yard, Lu Fan and Ni Yu were playing chess.

Lu Fan held a white piece, pressed the chess piece with his index finger and middle finger, and fell down in a very good manner.

Upon hearing Nie Changqing's greetings, Lu Fan waved his hand.

"Old Nie, just call me young master with Sister Ning and the others..."

"Can you play chess? When the young master kills this little girl, you and I will fight again."

Lu Fan chuckled.

Nie Changqing was slightly stunned, and a smile appeared on his face.

"I haven't touched chess for many years, and my level may have dropped slightly. Don't blame me."

Then, Nie Changqing turned his head and looked at Nie Shuang, and his face gradually became cold and solemn.

"Shuang'er, get a horse stance for an hour."

Nie Changqing is very strict.

Nie Shuang pursed his lips without refuting, revoked his curiosity about the chess game and stole the horse stance on the spot.

In fact, early in the morning, he was pulled up by Nie Changqing and ran around the garden for ten laps. Although he was physically and mentally exhausted, since he had to practice martial arts, hard work was inevitable.

No warrior can achieve it overnight.

Nie Shuang was stomping, and Nie Changqing took his hands and walked to Lu Fan and Ni Yu who were playing chess.

Lu Fan, Lu Ping'an, the young master of Beiluo City, and a talented man appointed by the national teacher.

He is known for his talent and his chess skills are certainly outstanding.

Chess can cultivate oneself and cultivate one's nature. He is proficient in all kinds of martial artists in Daozong and calligraphy. He is not only proficient in everything, but he has to dabble in it.

Nie Changqing's eyes fell on the chessboard.

Um?

As soon as his eyes fell on the chessboard, Nie Changqing only felt a light coming from his face flashing through his eyes.

It seemed as if the chessboard was glowing.

Just a chessboard gives him a feeling of breathless depression.

This chessboard, this chess piece... is so magical!

He exclaimed in his heart, and he moved his eyes and watched the chess game.

Nie Changqing's face was full of desire and expectation...

But, looking, looking...

The smile on his face began to fade away.

He glanced at Lu Fan with a serious and serious face, and then looked at Ni Yu with a fat chin...

Both of them were thinking seriously and thinking about the chess moves.

Nie Changqing stumbled and his face thrust.

I thought it was a national-level confrontation, but the result was...

The chickens peck at each other.

These four words are really suitable to describe Lu Fan and Ni Yu's chess skills.

At his level, at first glance, the board is full of loopholes.

Lu Fan put chess pieces in a very serious manner, as if he was fighting a great war.

Nie Changqing looked at it for a while, and then couldn't bear to look at her and turned her face away.

Bang!

There was a silent battle on the chessboard.

Ni Yu made a slap, and in Lu Fan's lengthened face, a large piece of black spots were eaten.

Lu Fan leaned in a wheelchair with a dark face.

Ni Yu pursed her lips, her eyes bent into a crescent shape, and she lit her fingers and counted on the chessboard.

"ah……"

"Xiao Ni is lucky enough to defeat her second son."

Ni Yu stood up, her face filled with cheers.

"If you win, just stance while you are yelling the slogan you worked hard yesterday... Your training volume will double according to Xiao Nie's training volume, go quickly."

Lu Fan glanced at Ni Yu, smiled gently, and said.

Ni Yu's face froze, and the tender flesh on her face couldn't help but tremble.

Young Master... Are your minds as big as sesame seeds?!

"Old Nie, come on...you and I will go there?"
To be continued...