Lu Fan's elegant voice lingers on the terrace.

The national teacher narrowed his eyes and looked at Lu Fan deeply.

After a long time, the wrinkled skin on his face showed a kind smile.

“Okay, very good.”

National teacher's way.

After saying that, he began to cough violently, and his face slightly flushed.

He raised his wide sleeves and pounded his chest for a while before he could calm down.

The breeze was gentle, and the national master looked at the island with a little enjoyment on his face.

"What a comfortable place... I'm waiting for the old man to quell the rebellion for His Majesty and I will move here to support my old age. There is no need to do much, just build a thatched hut on the edge of the lake."

"During the wind and rain, hide in the thatched hut and drink with soy wine."

"When it's sunny, I'll ride a boat to float in the lake and fish..."

The national teacher smiled, and hope and desire flowed in his misty eyes.

When Lu Fan heard this, he smiled and said, "When the time comes, Ping An will play chess with you, and life will be happy."

The national master suddenly laughed, and joy seemed to be overflowing.

"I hope Ping An can do what you say. The greater your ability, the greater your ambitions will be. It is rare that I can't feel any ambition in you..."

The national teacher looked at Lu Fan with a gentle expression.

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair, gently rubbing the thin wool blanket, without saying anything.

It’s not that he has no ambitions, he just...

The world, temple, and world mentioned by the national teacher... is not within his ambition at all.

The Great Zhou is just a corner of the Five Phoenix Continent.

As far as Lu Fan's eyes can be seen, it is to transform the entire Five Phoenix Continent, and even... it is far more than that.

Therefore, the national teacher said that Lu Fan had no ambitions, but it was actually OK.

"Teacher, you can actually rest."

Lu Fan looked at the national master and said.

"The world will be divided for a long time and will be divided for a long time. You can keep the present, but you may not be able to keep the future."

The national master stood up and stood tremblingly on the terrace railing, with wide sleeves behind him, his head full of white hair hanging down, looking at the calm lake from afar.

"When the late emperor died, he once asked his elders to ask his elders to do so. Since he promised the late emperor, how could he escape and leave His Majesty alone in front of the jackals in all directions?"

"I don't want to keep the future, I just want to keep the present so that His Majesty can see hope in desperate situations."

The national teacher said slowly, his voice a little deep and tired.

"Peace, if you ask you to assist Your Majesty, would you wish?"

The national master turned around, staring at Lu Fan with a hint of hope on his face covered with old man spots.

On the wheelchair, Lu Fan picked up a black piece from the chess box and gently fell on the chessboard. His index finger pressed against the chess piece and gently rubbed it.

"I don't want to."

Rejection is simple and straightforward, leaving no room for anything.

The national teacher was not too disappointed. Obviously, Lu Fan's answer was as expected.

"I've been talking for a long time, I should go to Lu Mansion to pull onions..."

The national master took two steps and walked towards the Lou.

Lu Fan was stunned, "Cantou...oh no, Mo Tianyu hasn't pulled it out yet?"

Lu Fan was really stunned. He thought the national guru had gone to save Mo Tianyu and come over again.

Is this Mo Tianyu really a disciple?

"That boy is arrogant and arrogant, so he can be suppressed."

The national teacher waved his hand.

Suddenly, the national savvy stood in front of the wooden ladder of the pavilion and looked at Lu Fan.

After that, the national teacher was the chief.

With a wave of wide sleeves and folded his hands in front of him, a strong oppressive qi surged from the national master.

"Confucianism, Confucius."

Lu Fan's eyes flashed, and the wheelchair turned automatically, facing the national teacher, and his hands were also overlapping.

"Bei Luo, Lu Fan."

The two bowed slightly.

The national teacher took the initiative to report his name, which is a recognition of the strength of Lu Fan and his sons.

The next moment, the national master laughed to the sky, turned around and stepped on the wooden ladder, and went downstairs.

"Sister Ning."

Lu Fan whispered.

"Here."

Ning Zhao understood and walked to the wheelchair and followed the national teacher with the wheelchair.

Ni Yu carried the chessboard on his back.

Nie Changqing held the pig-killing knife and saw that Nie Shuang was about to follow him, he stared at him.

"In half an hour, we ran around the island for twenty laps, and we didn't complete the penalty and stance for two hours."

Nie Shuang's face turned pale immediately.

Nie Changqing...you have changed!

After Ni Yu patted Nie Shuang's shoulder with sympathy, he followed Lu Fan happily.

The breeze is gentle by the lake.

Lu Changkong sat cross-legged under a big chrysanthemum, his heart was calm and the spiritual energy in his body surged rapidly.

He felt the big chrysanthemum sucking a wisp of spiritual energy.

He calmed down his mind and wanted to capture the spiritual energy that the big chrysanthemum swallowed and snatched from the "chrysanthemum's mouth".

Suddenly.

Lu Changkong suddenly opened his eyes.

The blood and blood all over the body burst into exploding.

The explosion broke out in the void, and a set of "Diyan Jing" was produced on the spot, and a hazy heat gushed all over his body.

And a wisp of spiritual energy on the big chrysanthemum was locked by him and led to the Qi Pill.

His face turned red and he tried his best, as if he was tug of war with this big chrysanthemum.

However, the spiritual energy that was swallowed and vented by the big chrysanthemum seemed to be more than a thousand pounds, and no matter how hard Lu Changkong tried, he would not move at all.

Lu Fan, who had just left the pavilion, sensed Lu Changkong's state and was slightly surprised.

I didn't expect that my father is quite talented in practicing.

Unfortunately, the "Diyan Sutra" that has not been deduced by the [All Methods Boiler] cannot breathe spiritual energy.

Ning Zhao pushed the wheelchair.

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair and slowly recited the "Diji Sutra" deduced from the "Diji Sutra".

A mind moved.

Relying on his extremely strong soul strength, he transmits voice from the air.

Word by word, it floated to Lu Changkong's ears from several miles away.

Lu Changkong's body shook.

Incredibly looking towards the pavilion.

While being shocked by Lu Fan's methods, he also restrained his mind and carried spiritual energy according to the description of the "Dikksvara Sutra".

With the operation.

A strong suction force suddenly emerged from his aura.

He sucked out the spiritual energy that the big chrysanthemum swallowed and spit out, baptized the filth of the body, and poured into the Qi Pill along the limbs and bones.

Lu Changkong showed joy on his face and sat cross-legged on the ground.

The clothes on the body are automatically without wind and slowly settle down.
To be continued...