Loud and thunderous sounds, a continuous series of six!
The explosion of the body signifies a grandmaster, and the more explosions there are, the stronger the grandmaster's strength.
Chen Beixun wore a green Confucian robe and a jade crown, making him look cultured and handsome.
His beard was meticulously groomed today, even washed with water soaked in flower petals, emitting a unique fragrance.
However, as soon as he entered Lufan's courtyard.
He heard the deafening explosions of the grandmaster's body, and the powerful aura surged forward.
Blowing his well-groomed beard into disarray.
His gaze fell on the distant courtyard, where Lufan sat in a wheelchair, with a woolen blanket covering his thighs, basking lazily in the sunlight.
In front of Lufan, Nie Changqing sat cross-legged, and it was the six-sound explosions of the grandmaster that came from him.
A grandmaster with six explosions!
Chen Beixun's heart sank.
This kind of martial artist, in the entire Great Zhou Dynasty, could be considered top-notch!
He recognized Nie Changqing, the former Tenth "Unrivaled Sword" of the Daoist Sect.
He never expected that Nie Changqing not only didn't die, but also restored his cultivation and made a breakthrough, reaching six explosions!
Now with Nie Changqing included, the Lu family has three grandmasters, what a deterrent power!
"Xiao Chen, you're here early."
Lufan leaned back in his wheelchair, playing with a black chess piece in his hand. The chess piece seemed to be made of pebbles, shimmering in the sunlight, cool and smooth, with a great hand feel.
"Not early, not early. Beixun couldn't wait to give the land deed to Young Master Lu."
"After Young Master Lu left yesterday, Beixun immediately rushed to the Liu and Zhu families to discuss the matter of the land deed for Zuichen Pavilion. When the two young masters of the Liu and Zhu families learned that it was Young Master Lu's request, they were very happy to talk with Beixun. They are very willing."
Out of the Lu Mansion.
Outside the mansion.
A delicate carriage was parked.
A sweat-blood horse was pulling the carriage, with white mist coming out of its nostrils.
Nie Changqing sat on the side of the carriage, leisurely twirling the horse whip.
This carriage was specially made by craftsmen for Lu Fan. The side door of the carriage could be lowered and formed a ramp for a wheelchair to slide into the compartment.
The carriage was also an enlarged version with a larger interior space. It was filled with soft cotton and lined with hand-woven brocade, ensuring both comfort and a sense of spaciousness.
After Ning Zhao pushed the wheelchair into the compartment, she sat on the other side of the carriage, lifting her robe.
As for Ni Yu, with Lu Fan's permission, he carried the chessboard and happily entered the compartment.
Nie Changqing glanced at Chen Beixun and the other two, ignoring them.
He raised the horse whip in his hand.
Snap!
A neigh.
The horse's hooves, lifted high in the air, came crashing down on the green brick road as the carriage sped away.
Chen Beixun watched the carriage disappear into the distance, stroking his long beard, a glint of determination flashing in his eyes.
Soon, servants brought horses, and the three of them took the reins, mounted the horses, and followed.
...
The carriage galloped along the official road at a fast speed.
Although Nie Changqing had never been a coachman, it was easy for him to control a sweat-blood horse with his martial arts skills.
Beiluo City was very prosperous, being close to the Imperial Capital, with tall buildings lining both sides of the main road.
Under the pull of the sweat-blood horse, the exquisite carriage swiftly passed through the main road. When pedestrians heard the sound of horse hooves and wheels rolling, they quickly stepped aside.
Many small vendors who had occupied the main road hurriedly moved their stalls back.
Then, a head popped out from behind the stalls and watched the magnificent carriage with the word "Lu" written on it as it zoomed past.
The City Lord's carriage!
Young Master of the Lu Mansion is going out!
After the carriage flew past the main road, it entered the Lakeside Road. Along the edge of the Lakeside Road, there was a white jade railing surrounding Beiluo Lake.
Finally, the speed of the carriage slowed down.
"Xilv."
Nie Changqing swung the reins, and the sweat-blood horse snorted and gradually stopped.
"Young Master, we have arrived. Zui Chen Pavilion is on the Heart Island of the lake. We need to take a boat to the island," Nie Changqing said.
Inside the carriage, Lu Fan's laughter came through.
"Old Nie, you seem to be quite familiar with the way to Zui Chen Pavilion," Lu Fan said.
Nie Changqing's old face immediately turned red.
In Beiluo City, how many men were unfamiliar with the way to Zui Chen Pavilion?
Of course, Nie Changqing didn't have the money to hang around such places. He would just pass by occasionally and take a look.
Ning Zhao jumped off the carriage, patted her skirt, opened the side door of the carriage, and carefully helped Lu Fan down.
Lu Fan got off the carriage and looked at the sparkling lake through the white jade railing, feeling a sense of relief.
To be honest, this was his first time here.
Before, Lu Fan rarely went to Zui Chen Pavilion, after all... he had a leg disability.
They said that the south of the Yangtze River was hazy.
Although Beiluo City was located in the north, there was a hint of Jiangnan flavor around Beiluo Lake.
Due to the continuous heavy rain last night, the surface of Beiluo Lake was misty today. With the sun intermittently appearing through the clouds, the scene was truly picturesque.
"Have Chen Beixun and the others not arrived yet?" Lu Fan gazed at the lake and asked.
Ning Zhao shook her head slightly and pushed the wheelchair. She hummed discontentedly through her delicate nose.
"Interesting."
Lu Fan withdrew his gaze from the mist-covered lake and flicked the land deed in his hand, a slight smirk forming at the corner of his mouth.
"It seems that we won't be able to wait for them. Nuan, find a boat for us to go to Heart Island," he said.
Nie Changqing placed his calloused hand on the pig-killing knife at his waist, gazing at the mist-covered lake. Vaguely, he seemed to see a lone boat appearing and disappearing in the fog, with a thin figure sitting motionlessly on the boat.
"Young Master, are we really going?" Ning Zhao's expression became serious as she spoke, "This lake... might not be calm."
Facing the serious Ning Zhao, Lu Fan just chuckled and smoothed out the wrinkles on the blanket covering his thighs.
Looking up at the hazy, emerald-green lake surface, he squinted his eyes.
"It's no big deal."
"Just let Old Nie... test his knife."