Lu Fan's sexy smile made Ning Zhao's pretty face slightly hot, and his chest couldn't help but flutter up and down...

It's very much like love.

"Xiao Ni, close the door and keep it."

Lu Fan took a deep breath and ordered Ni Yu to close the door of the room.

Ni Yu responded, ran to the door, closed the door, rolled the pillow, turned his back, and pressed his petite body against the door panel.

Ning Zhao and another maid changed slightly, and Lu Fan asked Ni Yu to close the door. This abnormal behavior made them confused.

Lu Fan's eyes fell on Ning Zhao again, and his face gradually became serious.

The three maids felt a sense of pressure inexplicably.

"Listen to my father, I believe you." Lu Fan said with a finger to the wheelchair handguard.

Seeing this, Ning Zhao's pretty face changed slightly. He hurriedly put down the rolled rice paper and said, "The master has entrusted the young master's daily life and safety to us. Ning Zhao, Yi Yue and Ni Yu, who is the young master's man, and who is the young master's ghost when he dies!"

Ni Yu, who was leaning against the door bolt, turned red and had a serious face.

Yi Yue, the maid with a fox-faced face with her waist, kept nodding.

Lu Fan raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect it to cause such a violent reaction from the other party.

He smiled and calmed the atmosphere.

He remembered that the lives of the three maids were all picked up by Lu Changkong from the pile of dead people. They were cultivated since childhood. There is no need to doubt the loyalty.

"Don't be so serious, I just have to talk to you about the news that needs to be kept confidential."

Lu Fandao.

After saying that, he let out a breath, brewed his emotions, got rid of the wheelchair, and stood up slowly.

Ni Yu saw Lu Fan's coquettish look in the wind, and he had known that Lu Fan's legs had recovered and was quite calm.

Ning Zhao and Yi Yue were as shocked as Lu Changkong!

No, they were even more surprised than Lu Changkong, because they had been taking care of Lu Fan's daily life. Lu Fan's legs improved rapidly, and they didn't know at all.

Lu Fan stood up straight, his legs became weak, and he sat in the wheelchair again.

Instead of walking in the house, he took off his delicate boots and took off his cloth socks.

The soles of his feet were exposed and moved.

There was still a smile on his face.

Ni Yu's pretty face turned red, and she came again, the young master's bad taste!

"Young master...your legs are ready?"

Ning Zhao's chest was undulating, and she held up her drooping bun, and there seemed to be a circumcision in her eyes.

She was really happy for Lu Fan.

The problem of leg disease has troubled Lu Fan for a long time and has almost become his inner demon.

There were many nights when Ning Zhao was outside the door and could hear tears in the interior of the house wet the pillow.

"The news needs to be kept confidential. Except for my father, you are the only ones who know this news."

Lu Fan smiled and put on his shoes and socks again.

"Sister Ning, do you... know martial arts?"

Lu Fan's eyes fell on Ning Zhao and asked another question. Since Lu Changkong could let Ning Zhao protect his safety with peace of mind, it was obvious that Ning Zhao knew martial arts.

"Martial Arts?"

Ning Zhao didn't expect Lu Fan to ask this, but she nodded. She did know martial arts and was not weak.

"Young Master wants to practice martial arts?" Ning Zhao asked back. After all, it is not surprising that Lu Fan's legs are getting better and he has the idea of ​​practicing martial arts.

Unfortunately, Lu Fan has missed the best age to practice martial arts and is difficult to become a great man.

"How to divide the levels of martial arts?"

Lu Fan did not answer, but continued to ask.

"The division of martial arts in the Great Zhou Dynasty is very simple. If you are not a member of the martial artist, you will not count it. There are only three levels: second-rate, first-rate, and grandmaster."

Ning Zhao's red lips slightly opened, and said.

Lu Fan listened very seriously.

He knew that the Five Phoenix Continent was a low-martial world, but the low-martial worlds also had their own systems.

"Martial warriors have been practicing martial arts since childhood, and they can practice external skills and internal skills. They have strong and tall and burly figures. Most of the fierce generals on the battlefield practice external skills."

"And internal strength is to practice blood transfer techniques, strengthen the internal organs, and the qi and blood are strong and elongated."

"Intrinsic, internal and external skills are not divided into strengths or weaknesses. Each has its own advantages and disadvantages, and you can all be masters."

Ning Zhao paused for a moment, and saw Lu Fan being immersed in his eyes, he continued: "A second-rate warrior can fight against five, a first-rate warrior can fight against ten, a grandmaster... One against a hundred is no problem."

Yi Yue and Ni Yu also listened attentively.

Lu Fan nodded constantly. Although he had no spiritual energy, he could be called the low martial arts world after all, and he still had his own cultivation system.

"Sister Ning, how strong are you?"

Lu Fan asked curiously.

Ning Zhao was stunned. Then, he raised his red lips and a look of arrogant appeared on his face.

"I am not talented. Under the strict guidance of the master, I am now at the level of a first-class warrior."

The words are very modest, but the tone cannot hear any sense of modesty.

She is proud, and she also has the capital to be proud.

The maid Yi Yue pursed her red lips.

Ni Yu exclaimed, Sister Ning Zhao is actually a first-class warrior, so awesome!

Lu Fan couldn't help but smacked his tongue. Ning Zhao was only twenty-four or five years old, and he had the strength of a first-class warrior. This ability is really a talent for being a maid.

However, this also indirectly reflects Lu Changkong's concern for Lu Fan and actually sent first-class warriors to protect his safety.

"Young Master, Yi Yue is not talented, she is only the strength of a second-rate warrior."

On the one hand, Yi Yue, the fox face, bit her red lips and spoke stubbornly.

As for the back pressure door bolt, Ni Yu who can only shout...

Well, compared to Ning Zhao and Yiyue, this girl is purely here to be a mascot.

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair, smiling with his hands.

"very good."

He was very satisfied. He happened to want to verify the ability to release spiritual energy.

Lu Fan looked at Ning Zhao, thought for a while, and said, "Sister Ning Zhao, since you are a first-class warrior, have you ever heard of 'spiritual energy'?"

Aura?

Ning Zhao was stunned and looked at Lu Fan with a strange expression.

"Young Master, our martial artists, are down-to-earth in their practice. Whether it is external or internal skills, if you want to achieve success in your studies, sweat, diligence, talent... you are indispensable."

"The theory of spiritual energy is extremely ethereal and only exists in ancient myths and legends."

"We martial artists don't believe it."

Ning Zhao shook his head with a smile.

The theory of spiritual energy is just a joke.

"Oh? Don't believe it?"

Lu Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, and he turned to look at Yi Yue, "Do you believe Yi Yue?"

Yi Yue pursed her lips and shook her head, "Young Master is joking."

There is no doubt that he didn't believe it, and Lu Fan started to pick it up in a playful way.

He turned his face and looked at Ni Yu with his back pressed on the door bolt: "Xiao Ni, what about you? Do you believe that there is spiritual energy in the world?"

Ni Yu's eyes lit up, and her red face looked like a red apple.

"Young Master said there is, then there is!"

Ni Yu said seriously.

Lu Fan couldn't help laughing and laughed. This girl has a high political awareness... She is cute and yelled to learn to do it without any instruction.

Ning Showa and Yiyue were speechless.

Suddenly, the smile on Lu Fan's face was completely curled

"Aren't you curious about how my leg disease is cured?"
To be continued...