The wind is gentle and the sun is shining brightly. The deepest part of the Yunze Lingkuang Mountains.
At this moment, there is a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old.
He was half-naked and stood on a stone pillar under the waterfall, letting the waterfall tilt straight down and wash over his body.
Time flies very fast.
It has been twenty days since Fan Yi entered the Yunze Lingkuang Mountains to practice.
Now the bruises on the boy's body have disappeared, and his skin is as smooth as jade.
There is still a faint golden stream of light surging under the skin.
The young man clenched his fists and was focused on nothing else.
If the distance is calculated from the boy's location.
Two hundred miles away is Rongcheng.
Speaking of Rongcheng, within ten days after Fan Yi and Fu Lao left.
The relationship between the major families in Rongcheng is very harmonious.
The common people were forging iron, driving horses, and doing business. The young master should go shopping in Goulan, everything is in order.
But on the day that Fan Yi left for half a month.
Monks and warriors with fresh faces are constantly coming to Rongcheng from the surrounding cities.
There are at least a hundred people there today.
There are so many monks and warriors who almost only do one thing after entering the city. That means booking restaurants and inns one after another and not going out, just drinking and having fun.
The guards and bodyguards of the city lord's palace went to register and verify the purpose of these people's coming to Rongcheng, and there were no problems.
This makes the chief executive of the City Lord's Mansion puzzled.
The day when Fan Yi left.
The mansion elder followed Fan Yi's arrangement and quietly returned to the city lord's mansion and could not leave.
All the heads of aristocratic families, big and small, had no idea that the elder was in the city.
today.
In the lobby of Fan Mansion, there were two men from the Li family, father and son, drinking tea and chatting with Brother Fan Zhefu.
The head of the Li family smiled and said:
"Brother Fan helped the Li family renovate the mining area and sent many warriors and craftsmen."
"I came to your house today only for one thing."
Said.
The head of the Li family pointed to a rosewood box next to the shoes and continued:
"I heard that Brother Fan often buys Yin Yang White Lotus. These are all saved by the Li family in recent years. If you don't mind, I will give them all to Brother Fan."
After hearing this, Fan Zhefu waved his hands hurriedly and replied:
"Brother Li has said before that the Yin Yang White Lotus is needed not for any other reason, but because my son Fan Yi practices martial arts and uses it."
"Although the Yin Yang White Lotus is not rare, it is also hard to find. Thank you so much, Brother Li."
The head of the Li family felt much more relaxed when he saw that Fan Zhefu accepted the gift happily.
At this time, Li Bai on the side asked:
"Uncle Fan, the city lord has been practicing in the mountains for twenty days. Is there any news about him recently?"
Fan Zhefu shook his head helplessly, indicating that Fan Yi had not sent any news.
The four of them continued to drink tea and chat.
Suddenly the steward of the Fan family hurried in from outside the door.
After he bowed his hands and saluted, he said:
"Master, the young master of the Lin family wants to see you. He is waiting at the gate of the house right now."
Fan Zhefu and the head of the Li family looked at each other, neither of them understood why Lin Xiu was here.
Lin Xiu is a junior.
Li Bai took the initiative to say after seeing the three of them:
"Uncle Fan, I'd better go and invite Lin Xiu in,"
Fan Zhefu smiled and nodded.
A moment of effort.
A young man wearing a black robe and carrying a black iron broadsword strode in.
Just met.
Lin Xiu bowed to Brother Fan Zhefu and the head of the Li family, and then said:
"Uncle Fan, Uncle Li! My father asked me to come over and invite you to drink at Zuixian Tower tonight."
Fan Zhefu waved to the servant waiting at the door, and saw the servant bring over a wooden stool.
After Fan Zhefu asked Lin Xiu to sit down, he leaned forward slightly and asked:
"Your father is so elegant today. This is the first time in so many years that he invites Brother Li and me to drink."
"Except for me and the other four, who else is there?"
Lin Xiu hurriedly replied:
"There are the Shangguan family and the Ding family."
After saying that, Lin Xiu stood up.
He continued:
"There is also a Buddhist monk who came from afar. The monk told my father to invite Uncle Fan over. He wants to see you."
This is very strange!
There is no Buddhism in Qingyun Prefecture, and in the past few decades in Rongcheng, very few people who claim to be monks have visited Rongcheng.
Fan Zhefu clearly remembered that he had never had the opportunity to make friends with so-called monks.
But what Lin Xiu said was that the monk invited him by name, and also asked the head of the Lin family to accompany him, which confused Fan Zhefu even more.
Fan Zhefu also wanted to see the elegance of the characters that could only be found in books, so he replied readily:
"Please tell your father that Brother Li and I will be on time for the banquet."
Lin Xiu received the letter, bowed his hands and said:
"In that case, I will go back and report it to my father first."
Fan Zhefu nodded, and Lin Xiu turned and left.
It's almost sunset.
Fan Yi jumped from the stone pillar below the waterfall and immediately landed on the boulder.
He continued walking and practicing boxing for a while.
At this time, every time he punched out, there was neither strong wind nor the roar of tigers in the space where the punch passed.
But when the fist fell on the waterfall, it immediately exploded, causing water to splash everywhere, and holes as big as a wellhead were made.
Moreover, it would take at least several breaths for these water holes to be completely covered by the water.
Punch after punch, it's all like this.
A childish voice sounded and said:
"A good boy is indeed teachable. If you practice hard like this, you will be able to reach the threshold of a martial arts master in just three days at most."
After hearing this, Fan Yi stopped punching.
He scratched his head and said:
"I'm hungry, let's get something to eat first."
The childish voice laughed:
"The mountain stream goes down five hundred feet with the water. There are two striped tigers drinking water. Just go and kill them."
Fan Yi replied cheerfully:
"Come on! Master, I'll go right away."
As he spoke, he plunged into the current, like a white stripe swimming away in the waves at high speed.
Rongcheng Zuixian Tower.
It was a six-story restaurant, standing abruptly at the entrance of the alley in the south of the city.
The gate of Zuixian Tower is a folding wooden door with eight embossed flowers, plants and birds and hollow patterns.
These eight wooden doors will only be pushed open by the store clerk at night. As for the daytime, the door is closed and only business is done at night.
Entering and exiting Zuixian Tower.
The waiters in the store never look at the clothes of the customers, nor do they sort the customers into different grades.
Anyone who can carry a small bag of money will be treated as a guest of honor.
Zuixianlou's deep mountain wild plum wine is the most famous wine.
The drink is soft in the mouth and not harsh on the throat.
Unknowingly, the guests can get drunk and shout loudly.
"The waiter is not short of money for the wine."
at this time.
Brother Fan Zhefu and the father and son of the Li family got off the sedan chair together.
Lin Xiu was already waiting downstairs in Zuixian Tower.
After meeting the four people, he took the initiative to greet them and said:
"My father is waiting for Uncle Fan and Uncle Li in the private room on the sixth floor."
Fan Zhefu nodded, walked into the restaurant, and went up the stairs.
When he reached the sixth floor, he saw a large box directly opposite the stairs.
Fan Zhefu walked into the box and saw the head of the Lin family and the head of the Shangguan family sitting on wooden chairs next to an old man.
The old man has a hunched body and a scar on his bald head.
If Fan Yi were present, he would definitely be shocked by the man in front of him.
The old man is none other than the evil monk of the Seven Realms.
