"Senior Brother" Among the Huashan Sect, Xiong Duoduo is the only one who calls him Senior Brother Su Fan now. Everyone else, no matter who they are, calls him the leader.
"What's the matter?" Su Fan glanced at him, "Did you cause another trouble and make the master angry?"
Ten years later, this guy's body deformed again and returned to the obese figure he had when he was a child. His face was fat and rounded into a ball, and he could still see the handsome appearance he had back then.
"Of course not"
"Senior brother, why do you always miss me so much?" The latter pretended to be angry. Even though he was in his twenties, he still had a childish look.
Also, since he went up the mountain, he has almost never come down. He has always stayed in the mountain. He has not experienced severe beatings from society and has rarely grown.
But that’s fine, isn’t it better to be innocent?
Su Fan himself yearned for it, but he knew that it was impossible for him. Now he shoulders the important task of revitalizing Huashan.
Of course, compared to Lao Yue, his current situation in Huashan is much better.
After all, there was no sword fight, and the Huashan Sect was still growing in strength. All he had to do was make adjustments on the side.
"If not, then why are you looking for me?"
Su Fan didn't want to talk nonsense with this guy.
"Hehe! Senior brother, I heard that Senior Brother Yue and the others are going to go to sea on a boat soon, right? They are going to Fusang, Japan."
"Senior brother, I also want to take a look."
After hesitating for a while, the boy finally said what he was thinking.
"no!"
However, Su Fan's expression suddenly changed, and he immediately refused, what a joke, "The Huashan sect is not enough for you to make trouble for, and the Guanzhong area is not enough for you to play, right?"
"Japanese Fuso is so far away and dangerous."
"Senior Brother, I am not afraid of danger. Besides, if there is danger, Senior Brother Yue and the others have to go there in person. Moreover, there are so many inner disciples who have gone there, and even elders are following them, so there will be no danger."
Xiong Duoduo was naturally unwilling to give in. He overheard his senior brothers talking about Fusang, and he suddenly became curious.
"It's because of the danger that we let some of the inner sect's uncles follow us,"
Su Fan shook his head. This kid didn't know that in fact, on the way to Fusang, three lucky ships were swallowed by the sea, and hundreds of people were lost.
As for the Huashan Sect disciples who have died in Fusang in the past two years, there are also many disciples.
After all, Su Fan and the others went to Fuso not only to trade, but also to occupy Shijian Mountain and obtain the silver mines there.
Although Fuso is small, there are still some masters. The strength of those Fuso ronin is not bad, especially Fuso is the best at learning things from powerful countries.
Fusang also learned a lot of martial arts from China. After bringing it back, it evolved and became Fusang's own martial arts.
The most amazing thing is that the Huashan sect has never encountered them, but they met two ronin with first-rate combat power in Ishimiyama.
That time, the Huashan Sect suffered a loss and lost more than a dozen second-rate disciples from the outer sect.
So this time, the Huashan Sect secretly sent a total of six first-class elders to go there together.
For the sake of the silver mine in Shijian Mountain, even the elders of the inner sect were not calm and almost didn't send Feng Qingyang to follow.
In the end, Su Fan stepped forward to stop him. Who was Feng Qingyang? He was the sword master of the Huashan sect and even the martial arts.
The world's recognized master is second only to the invincible Dugu Sheng. Dugu Sheng is already dead. In the world of martial arts, the sword master is undoubtedly the number one.
This is not a boast of the Huashan faction, but something Feng Qingyang has achieved and recognized by the martial arts.
Therefore, the entire martial arts world is extremely nervous about Feng Qingyang's whereabouts. If Feng Qingyang is sent out, once his whereabouts are exposed, it will naturally not be a good thing for the Huashan Sect's plan.
If Wulin knows about the Fuso Ishimiyama silver mine, do you think they will be tempted.
When the time comes, Wuyue and the other four sects may not necessarily agree with the Huashan sect, let alone other martial arts sects.
Feng Qingyang couldn't move, but it would be enough to dispatch six first-rate masters and cooperate with a hundred second-rate inner and outer disciples.
You know, Su Fan still has an army in hand. The Baihu Station in Liaodong has trained 500 elite soldiers and a firearms battalion.
This kind of power, coupled with the force of the Huashan Sect, is almost enough to suppress Shi Jianshan for the time being.
"In short, no matter what, you stay in the mountains obediently, otherwise, I will let the master take care of you."
Seeing that this guy still wanted to beg, Su Fan directly carried Xiong Qingyuan out, and the latter suddenly became silent.
I could only look at him speechlessly.
Su Fan didn't give him any nonsense. Fusang didn't give him a chance at all. He even sent someone to keep an eye on him after he left, fearing that he would follow him secretly.
As for the situation in Fuso, after several years of development, trade has gained a firm footing. As for Shi Jian Shan, this time it is hosted by several first-rate elders and Yue Buqun, so Su Fan feels relieved.
Although Yue Buqun's martial arts was not great, he was pretty good in other aspects. Previously, the Huashan Courtyard in the south was doing very well with the support of the Huashan Sect.
Especially after making friends with the Lin family in Fuzhou, he quickly established a foothold and developed step by step.
Later, even though Lin Yuantu died of illness, because he was afraid of the Lin family's reputation, things went smoothly in the south, especially with the decline of Shaolin.
Southern Shaolin did not dare to provoke Huashan too much. As a result, the Southern Huashan Villa, even though it was not as good as the Liaodong branch, was successfully established.
Became a branch of the Huashan Sect.
Now that there are two first-rate elders and more than thirty second-rate outer disciples in charge, plus the Lin family, a local snake, there are indeed very few martial arts forces looking for trouble in Fuzhou alone.
A certain amount of benefits can be delivered to the Huashan Sect every year.
In ten years, the Huashan Sect has made more and more money. With more money, it can naturally recruit more disciples.
The disciples under the sect can also increase their resources to feed them. In this way, both the outer sect and the inner sect disciples will make faster progress.
Now, together with the inner and outer disciples of the Huashan Sect, there are almost two thousand people.
Of course, it may not be as good as Wudang Shaolin, but it is already double what it was before, and this number may still be increasing.
After all, the Huashan faction has left Guanzhong, and the next step is to even enter Xichuan. At the same time, overseas forces are also exerting force.
In Su Fan's plan, the Huashan Sect will establish several islands overseas, and any place in Southeast Asia can be built as a base for the Huashan Sect.
Then transport the population, but it is difficult to do it now. After all, this period is not the end of the Ming Dynasty. Most ordinary people are rarely willing to travel far away as long as they are not facing death.
But Su Fan knew that the Ming Dynasty was in the Little Ice Age and there were many natural disasters. If there was an opportunity in the future, it could be implemented as long as the natural disasters came.
It doesn’t need to be much, just tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands.
Slowly developing, in a few decades, Southeast Asia will probably belong to China.
As for the future, if he breaks through Xiantian, then he can continue to implement the Greater China Plan. If he fails to break through, then it depends on the future of the Huashan Sect.
"It's a pity that I don't have much time left..."
A sigh gradually dissipated in the breeze.
