Chapter 49: An old man on the lake, the national teacher refuses to pull up the onion

Beiluo Lake.

The carriage moved slowly, and the breeze blew gently, making the reeds and small trees by the lake sway.

Nie Zhangqing rolled up the whip, jumped off the carriage, came to the side of the carriage, lowered the door panel, and Lu Fan sat in the wheelchair and slowly slid down.

Ning Zhao put her hands on the handle, and the wind from the lake blew her gauze skirt.

Yi Yue held an umbrella and looked out at the lake with an expectant look in her eyes.

Ning Zhao and Yi Yue had talked about the young master's power, "Bai Yujing", but Yi Yue had never seen it. Today, she could go to the island to take a look.

Ni Yu was carrying the chessboard on his back with a hint of fear on his face. He was looking at the rippling lake and was about to cry.

Taking a boat again?!

Nie Shuang was holding Nie Zhangqing's hand and looked at the lake obediently.

Lu Fan was wearing a white shirt, with red lips and white teeth, and the hair hanging down his forehead fluttered slightly, making him look quite elegant.

Looking at the busy fishing boats at the dock, his eyebrows raised slightly.

"Fishing boats in Beiluo Lake don't need to be banned, but... all the messy flower boats and the like will be expelled."

Lu Fan said.

He placed his palm on the gauntlet and looked out at the misty lake.

"Old Nie, I'll give you the task of guarding the island in the middle of the lake. No one other than Bai Yujing's disciples will be allowed to go to the island without my permission. Anyone who goes to the island without permission will be killed without mercy."

Lu Fan said calmly.

“Yes.”

Nie Zhangqing said with a serious look on his weathered face.

His hand was already on the butcher knife at his waist, and his aura slowly gathered.

"Where is that old man from the day before yesterday?"

Lu Fan slowed down his tone and said.

“Probably fishing in the lake.”

Nie Zhangqing thought about it and answered.

"We'll still need that fishing boat to go to the island on the lake." Lu Fan smiled.

"Sir, I have specially asked someone to prepare a boat for you to go to and from the island."

Ning Zhao gently lowered her head, her long black hair falling down and her red lips slightly parted.

Huh? Lu Fan was stunned.

Then he waved his hand.

"No, I don't want it. I want the old man's fishing boat."

What Lu Fan said was a bit willful.

Ning Zhao was stunned for a moment.

The boat she prepared was large and comfortable, much more advanced than the small fishing boat.

The young master has a unique taste and prefers small fishing boats? "Then I will send someone to look for it on the lake now?" Ning Zhao said.

Since her own master is willful, she can only accompany him in being willful.

"No need, I'm coming."

However, Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair, resting his cheek on Qu Juan's five fingers, and chuckled.

Ning Zhao was stunned, raised her head, lifted the black hair in front of her forehead and tucked it behind her ears with her beautiful hands, and looked at the lake in the distance.

A solitary boat swayed and drifted from the misty lake.

On the lonely boat, there was an old man wearing a straw hat and a raincoat, rowing the boat.

Fishing boats moored at the pier.

"Sir, would you like to get on board?"

The old man lifted his wrinkled face from under his hat, grinned to reveal a missing front tooth, and smiled warmly.

"Thank you very much, old man."

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair, his lips slightly raised as he looked at the old man.

Nie Zhangqing stared at the old man with deep eyes and frowned, as if he was thinking about something.

A group of people came up, and Lu Fan was sitting in a wheelchair, placed in the center of the boat.

As soon as Ni Yu got on the boat, he found a familiar position and lay down, ready to get seasick.

Nie Shuang was a little curious and looked around on the fishing boat.

Ning Zhao and Yi Yue stood on both sides of Lu Fan.

Nie Zhangqing sat at the stern of the boat with his hand on the butcher knife, staring at the old man holding the oar.

Crash.

The boat oar hit the bluestone of the dock with force and swung out, creating ripples.

The boat sailed a mile or two out of the pier. The lake was rippling and fat and tender perch popped up in the water, spitting water foam and gurgling, leaving a halo of water before running away into the distance.

There was a fish basket on the fishing boat, and the basket was filled with fat sea bass, which were flapping their tails from time to time, making slight swaying sounds.

"This fish is quite fat."

Lu Fan squinted his eyes, feeling the fresh breeze from the lake, listening to the struggling sound of the perch in the fish basket, and said softly.

The old man who had lost one of his front teeth was holding the oar and grinning.

"It's just the end of summer now, so the fish aren't fat. Wait until late autumn or early winter, and the fish will be fat. Cut the fish three times on both sides with a kitchen knife, rub rice wine on it, sprinkle with ginger and mushrooms, and steam it in a steamer. The fish meat will be tender and not greasy, and it's delicious."

The old man held the oar with one hand and smiled.

Ni Yu, who was vomiting non-stop while lying on the side of the boat, got a little more motivated after hearing the description of the steamed sea bass.

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair and smiled.

"If you want fish, I'll get up early tomorrow and catch a few for you."

The old man asked.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Lu Fan felt the lake breeze and waved his hand: "There's no need to go fishing..."

"Hey, forget it." The old man grinned.

"No need for fishing, but if it's fishing for people, can the old man help?"

The sound of Lu Fan's chuckle lingered on the lake.

The words fell.

The fishing boat suddenly fell into silence.

Ning Zhao was slightly stunned after hearing Lu Fan's words, and then she subconsciously glanced at the old man with a vigilant look in her eyes. She seemed to have heard some other meaning from Lu Fan's words.

Nie Zhangqing had already pulled out his butcher knife and was wiping it gently with a piece of cloth. The friction sound was chilling and eerie.

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On the fishing boat, the old man narrowed his eyes, and his smile froze with his front teeth showing under his bamboo hat.

"My Lord, I don't kill people. I am a good citizen!"

The old man suddenly dropped the oar, knelt on the fishing boat, and cried.

"Sir, I like good people the most."

Lu Fan looked at the old man with a half-smile.

Then, he let out a breath.

"Actually, I'm curious, why don't you leave? Curiosity can kill the cat, and it can also kill people. What are you curious about?"

Lu Fan said, his tone gradually becoming flat and indifferent.

With a swoosh , Ning Zhao's face turned cold. She clapped her hands on the wheelchair handle and the Cicada Wing Sword popped out and was held in her hand.

Nie Zhangqing at the stern also stood up slowly, his sword control technique ready.

A murderous atmosphere spread.

The old man kneeling on the fishing boat was still shivering, his face covered with snot and tears.

"Sir, what are you talking about? I don't understand you!"

The old man's voice became hoarse from crying.

"Don't worry, just keep crying. I have a good temper and I hate to see people cry..."

Lu Fan tapped his fingers lightly on the wheelchair armrests.

He glanced at the old man and said, "The more you cry, the more I want to laugh."

The old man kneeling on the boat suddenly stopped crying.

He took off his hat and wiped the tears from his face. If Lu Fan said that he had a good temper, it meant that he was going to kill someone. There was no point in him continuing to pretend.

The old man untied his straw raincoat, and underneath it was a neatly-dressed white shirt.

Around his neck, he wore three copper coins strung together with a gold rope, and in his hand he held a shiny tortoise shell.

The oar was also twisted off, and a five-foot-long green bamboo stick was pulled out from it.

The old man's temperament suddenly changed, and he changed from an old fisherman to someone unfathomable.

The old man held a bamboo stick in one hand and a tortoise shell in the other, smiled at Lu Fan, and bowed slightly.

"Tianji family, Lu Muduo, greets Young Master Lu."

…

The carriage curtain was lifted.

A white-haired old man got out of the car with a peaceful smile on his face. He lifted up the bowed Lu Changkong.

"City Lord Lu, there is no need to be so polite."

"It is really hard to explain why I came here today. In addition to apologizing to Ping An for that unworthy disciple, I also came here specifically for Ping An."

The Imperial Master shook his head, his frail body filled with helplessness.

Lu Changkong smiled bitterly, "My son has had a leg disease for a long time, and he has a bad temper and a stubborn personality. He doesn't listen to me as a father, and it's Mr. Mo who has suffered..."

The two men exchanged a few polite words and then walked into Beiluo City.

As soon as he entered Beiluo City, the Imperial Master looked around the city.

Beiluo City, after experiencing Lu Fan's violent purge, not only did not become depressed, but became more prosperous.

Because of the collapse of many large merchants, many small merchants seized the opportunity, and some small families that were originally suppressed by the three major families also took advantage of this time to rise to power.

The entire Beiluo City is now more vibrant than before.

There was a flash of surprise in the eyes of the Imperial Master, and then he stroked his white beard lightly, as if thinking about something.

"Lord Lu, I want to see Ping An first. Where is Ping An?"

The state teacher who was walking on the main road of Beiluo suddenly said.

Lu Changkong, who was about to take the imperial teacher to the Lu Mansion to "pull onions", was slightly stunned.

What? Onions... Oh no, Mo Tianyu is not pulling them out?

"Imperial Master, why don't we go first..." Lu Changkong said after hesitating for a while.

“No hurry, no hurry.”

The Imperial Master coughed lightly and waved his hand calmly.

Lu Changkong's face twitched.

I’m afraid Mo Tianyu is a fake disciple.

How can this not be urgent? PS: I, please vote~ (End of this chapter)