Chapter 16 I, Ni Yu, want to cultivate immortality! (Please collect and recommend)

Lu Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. His father's expression changed too quickly.

However, the taste of spiritual energy can only be experienced personally.

The more advanced the martial artist's cultivation is, the more they will feel it, because the emergence of spiritual energy is equivalent to allowing them, who have reached the limit of martial arts, to see new dawn and hope.

That is a sublimation of the level of spiritual practice.

"Dad, spiritual energy is good, but it is only good if you master it thoroughly and integrate it. Too much spiritual energy at once will have no benefit. It will hinder the improvement of your cultivation and even stunt the progress."

"Just like Sister Ning, if Sister Ning had fully mastered a ray of spiritual energy, she could have fought four people alone and suppressed four masters under the city yesterday. However, Sister Ning's control of spiritual energy is too crude. Only with two ray spiritual energy pills can she barely fight four people alone."

Lu Fan said.

"For a long time to come, I will not give Sister Ning any help unless she completely controls those two strands of spiritual energy."

Ning Zhao, who was standing behind Lu Fan, showed a trace of shame.

"Ning Zhao thanks you for your teachings, Master."

She was indeed very dissatisfied with her performance yesterday.

Lu Changkong was thoughtful, feeling the spiritual energy in his dantian, and he truly understood the power of this force.

"That makes sense. Man can conquer nature. Spiritual energy is actually the same as Qi and blood. They are both forces that need to be controlled."

Lu Changkong nodded slightly.

After all, he is an old master, and his understanding of martial arts is far better than Ning Zhao's.

"So, Dad...what do you say about my son's building of power?"

Lu Fan said with bright eyes.

Lu Changkong was stunned for a moment, then he chuckled.

He looked at Lu Fan deeply.

Is this kid really building up power just for self-protection? "What does it take?"

Lu Changkong asked.

Lu Fan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, leaning back in the wheelchair, one hand supporting his chin, the other hand resting lightly on the thin wool blanket covering his thighs.

"The child doesn't ask for much, just a piece of land and a building."

Lu Changkong narrowed his eyes and waved his hand: "I don't have any land. Your father is the city lord. I am incorruptible and pure. How can I give you any land?"

"However, the Chen family has a piece of land in the east of the city. You can go and ask about it and collect rent."

Lu Changkong's words made Lu Fan chuckle, his eyes slightly brightened. The three great families colluded with Tan Tai Xuan and tore their faces with the Lu family and the Great Zhou Dynasty. Now it was time to settle the accounts.

At that time, those people from the three great families made fun of him, Lu Fan, for laughing so happily.

This caused Lu Fan to suffer serious mental trauma.

Now, Lu Fan should also ask for some compensation for mental damage.

"Fan'er, do you want Dad to assign a city guard to you?"

Lu Changkong thought about it and realized that since Lu Fan wanted to build up his power, how could he do it without someone?

"No need. My power is more about quality than quantity."

Lu Fan chuckled and told Ning Zhao to push him away.

Yi Yue and Ni Yu hurried to catch up.

"Oh, by the way, Dad, please give me a copy of your secret book on blood-moving techniques. It will be very useful to me."

Lu Fan's voice came from a distance.

Lu Changkong stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Lu Fan's figure sitting in a wheelchair and being pushed around the corner, with a flickering gleam in his eyes.

"Immortal fate, spiritual energy..."

"This world... is really going to be in chaos."

…

Ning Zhao pushed Lu Fan out of the Lu Mansion.

Ni Yu held an umbrella and trotted over to shade Lu Fan from the sun.

Suddenly, she seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"Young Master..."

Lu Fan, who was taking a nap in a wheelchair, opened his eyes slightly, glanced at Ni Yu, and emitted a faint note from his nose.

"Um?"

Ni Yu's chest, as flat as a chopping board, rose and fell slightly, and then, as if he had made up his mind.

"I, Ni Yu, want to follow you to cultivate immortality!"

She felt that if she didn't make any more progress, she might not even be qualified to be a maid of a young master.

"oh?"

Lu Fan didn't expect that Ni Yu would be so ambitious.

Ning Zhao and Yi Yue were also shocked.

"You said you wanted to practice Taoism with me, but your martial arts skills are terrible, your talent is poor, and you're lazy. So... what are you good at?"

Lu Fan said with a smile.

Ni Yu held the umbrella, his face flushed red.

Young Master's words are very heartbreaking.

But she hesitated for a long time and couldn't say what she was good at.

at last……

He pursed his lips and said, "Master... I, I... am good at eating!"

Lu Fan paused, then burst into laughter.

Yi Yue and Ning Zhao also smiled and chuckled with their hands covering their mouths.

Ni Yu was filled with frustration at the laughter.

Lu Fan smiled for a while, then stretched out his slender hand and rubbed Ni Yu's head.

"Being able to eat is a blessing, don't worry, I will take you to cultivate immortality while eating."

Ni Yu's eyes suddenly lit up.

After leaving the Lu Mansion, Ning Zhao pushed Lu Fan slowly along the official road.

"Sir, where are we going now?"

Ning Zhao spoke as softly as water, and asked Lu Fan gently.

"Are we going to the residences of the three great families?"

Itsuki also interjected.

Lu Fan shook his head, looking a little lazy.

"Go find a pork shop."

Lu Fan lowered his head and played with his slender fingers, saying lightly.

Pork shop? Ning Zhao was stunned when she heard Lu Fan's words. She suspected that she might have heard it wrongly. Wasn't the young master going to block the door of the three great families? How did he go to the pork shop?

"Sir...you want to eat pork?!"

When Ni Yu heard the word pork shop, his eyes suddenly lit up.

When it comes to food, she knows best.

"No, go to the pork shop and find someone." Lu Fan raised the corner of his mouth.

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"Sir, there are many pork shops in Beiluo City. Which pork shop is the person you are looking for?"

"Is it the pork shop in the east, west, or south of the city? There are several pork shops in the market. Which one are you talking about?"

Ni Yu chirped.

Lu Fan glanced expressionlessly at Ni Yu, who was suddenly extremely excited.

"You're the only one who talks too much."

"lead the way."

"If you bring the wrong ones, I'll punish you for the next few meals."

Ni Yu: “…”

Young Master... is he a devil?!

Didn’t they say that being able to eat is a blessing?

Seeing Ni Yu's face full of doubt about life, Ning Zhao and Yi Yue finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

…

"Boss, give me half a pound of meat, chop it up, and go home to make dumplings for my wife tonight."

A farm worker in coarse clothes shouted with a smile.

Pieces of red and white pork were hung on hooks in the pork shop, neatly arranged and orderly, like a forest of meat.

Behind the pork shop, there were two people sitting on short wooden stools, waiting for business to come.

One was a middle-aged man wearing an apron that exuded a strong fishy smell.

There was another one, a child with a big head, who looked to be about four or five years old.

"Shuang'er, stand away."

There was business coming, the middle-aged man stood up, turned his head and said to the child.

The big-headed child nodded obediently, his big eyes blinking, looking out of place in this forest of meat filled with bloody pork.

Crash.

The heavy kitchen knife on the chopping board was hooked by the middle-aged man's finger and began to spin at high speed, blowing up a cold and fishy wind.

A piece of pork was cut off, and the man did not even weigh it, as if he had already determined the weight of the pork. He scraped the skin, removed the pig hair and remaining blood.

The knife flashed, dazzling and eye-catching.

Da da da…

All that could be heard was the rapid sound of chopping meat.

Soon, the pork was chopped into small pieces. The knife was scraped sideways, and a lotus leaf was taken to wrap the chopped pork. After tying it with a belt, the chopped pork was directly thrown to the customer, completing the transaction.

Then the man slammed the kitchen knife on the chopping board, wiped his hands on his apron, turned around and walked towards the big-headed boy.

The customer took the pork, weighed it, and left.

"Dad, another guest is coming."

The big-headed boy suddenly pointed into the distance and spoke to the middle-aged man in a baby voice.

The man's body trembled.

Look back suddenly.

The wheels of the wheelchair rubbed against the sticky ground, making a strange sound, like the sound of chewing sticky cake.

The man subconsciously protected the big-headed boy, with vigilance flowing in his weathered eyes full of stories.

"I searched six pork shops in Beiluo City and finally found it..."

A faint voice floated over.

But the young man sitting in the wheelchair, with his legs covered with a thin wool blanket, came to the pork shop, pushed by an extremely beautiful maid.

In the wheelchair, the young man reached out and stroked the thin blanket, looking at the middle-aged man with a smile.

"Dao Zong's abandoned disciple, Nie Zhangqing... is that you?"

The young man said to the middle-aged man who was protecting the big-headed boy.

The middle-aged man's pupils suddenly shrank, and a murderous aura surged from his body.

"Oh, it seems... I finally found the right one."

The boy tilted his head and smiled softly.

Behind the pork shop.

Nie Zhangqing, who was protecting the big-headed boy, was slowly filled with murderous aura.

"Were you sent by Dao Zong?"

"After so many years... he still won't let us father and son go."

Nie Zhangqing's voice became a little hoarse, flowing with bitterness and indignation.

His broad palm had already touched the handle of the thick meat-cleaver on the chopping board, and the veins were bulging.

After hearing what Nie Zhangqing said, Lu Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, curled his lips slightly, supported his chin with one hand, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Dao Zong sent me?"

"Oh, is it... worthy?"

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