Chapter 59: The planner, the outsider

The immortal fate is too small, so you are too lazy to make a move?

Lu Fan’s answer made Lu Changkong speechless.

Some people actually think that the immortal fate is too small? It’s good enough to have it, okay? !

"Nie Zhangqing and Ning Zhao are going to go. Is that enough?"

Lu Changkong frowned, confirmed again, and said.

"That's enough."

Lu Fan smiled.

Lu Changkong said nothing more. He was not a person who liked to force things. Moreover, Lu Changkong also knew that Lu Fan’s secret was definitely not small.

Being able to fight against the other disciples, with this kind of strength, perhaps he is really qualified to look down on this immortal fate.

Because, according to the report of the spies, among the strong men who went to Wolong Ridge this time, none of the scholars from the Hundred Schools seemed to have shown up.

"Okay, you just need to know the situation. However, this time the Immortal Fate outbreak is within the jurisdiction of Beiluo City. As your father, I need to guard Beiluo to prevent any abnormalities that may implicate Beiluo."

Lu Changkong said seriously.

Lu Fan nodded.

"Dad, you can go to the lake island more often when you have time. It's actually not inferior to the ordinary fairyland."

Lu Fan reminded.

Lu Changkong entered the second stage of Qidan realm on the island in the middle of the lake. His talent for cultivation was beyond Lu Fan's expectation. In Lu Fan's opinion, it would be better for him to spend more time on cultivation.

"Okay, got it. When this matter is over, I will live on the island in the middle of the lake. I like those chrysanthemums very much."

A smile appeared on Lu Changkong's meticulous face.

As a descendant of a farming family, Lu Changkong always has a special feeling for exotic plants.

Lu Changkong left, wearing a helmet and armor, with a sword on his waist, left the courtyard and rushed to the city wall.

Wolong Ridge is a hundred miles outside Beiluo City. Once a war breaks out, Beiluo is likely to be involved. There are also some governors who will attack Beiluo City on the grounds of immortal fate.

Lu Changkong must sit on the top of the city wall so that he can intimidate all sides.

…

Lu Mansion Prison.

The ground was damp and dirty, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

This is Lu Fan’s second time in prison.

The first time he entered the prison, he determined the life and death of many Confucian scholars with just one sentence, causing the blood on the prison walls to wash for a day and a night.

This was the second time, but this time, Lu Fan did not have much killing intent.

Mo Liuqi woke up.

He was tied to the cross, his body tied tightly.

"I... am not dead?"

Mo Liuqi opened his eyes and felt a sharp pain in his body. It was the aftereffect of his muscles being ruptured by the terrifying spiritual pressure.

The prison door opened.

The sound of the wooden wheels rubbing against the wet ground was loud.

The dazzling sunlight outside the door made Mo Liuqi want to cry.

He closed his eyes, and when the light became softer, he slowly opened them and saw the person clearly.

In front of me is a young man with red lips and white teeth, wearing a white shirt, with long hair hanging down, a face as white as jade, and a graceful and elegant figure.

Beside the young man, there was a maid with a fox-like face, swaying in a swaying posture, and a little girl holding a chessboard, glaring at him with a very fierce look.

There were many armored soldiers around, and a sinister atmosphere filled the room.

Lu Mansion Prison...Mo Liuqi recognized it.

He was very familiar with the smell of the prison.

"Did the Mo family send you to assassinate him?"

The wheelchair stopped three steps in front of Mo Liuqi. The young man with red lips and white teeth played with his slender fingers and said lightly.

"You can kill me or chop me up...it's up to you."

Mo Liuqi's eyes were dim and he lowered his head.

Ah Zhu, I'm going to die.

Mo Liuqi felt a little blocked in his heart. He didn't regret it, but he felt a little disappointed.

He was afraid that he would never see Ah Zhu, the one who gave him the task, again.

"You are not a qualified assassin."

"An assassin shouldn't have such strong feelings."

Lu Fan supported his chin with one hand, a pearl hairpin appeared in his hand, and he said to Mo Liuqi.

Mo Liuqi suddenly looked up and stared at the pearl hairpin in Lu Fan's hand.

"So, give up being an assassin and follow me."

Lu Fan said.

Mo Liuqi was stunned when he heard this, as if he had not expected that Lu Fan did not order him to be killed, but instead wanted to... recruit him.

"Logically speaking, you are carrying out an assassination in my Baiyujing territory. I cannot let you live."

"But, I, Lu Fan, have a very good temper, so... I will give you a chance to live, and a chance to continue seeing your sweetheart."

Lu Fan raised his hand, and the pearl hairpin floated in mid-air.

Under Lu Fan's control, it floated in front of Mo Liuqi's eyes, only a millimeter away from his pupils.

"You can 'control the scissors with your mind'. You have great talent, so I'll give you this opportunity."

"One day, one day, if you can enter the third stage of Qidan realm and survive, I will also give you a chance to part with Ah Zhu."

Lu Fan said calmly.

"What if you can't do it?"

Sweat was streaming down Mo Liuqi's forehead.

The methods of this young man in front of me are so mysterious and unpredictable.

The spiritual pressure that was as terrifying as a mountain was even more terrifying than the righteous spirit of a Confucian scholar.

Another example is the ease with which he controls objects at this moment.

Mo Liuqi can control the scissors with his mind, so he is very clear about the difficulty of this kind of control.

“I can’t do it…”

Lu Fan glanced at Mo Liuqi indifferently.

"Then die."

"Oh, don't worry. Even if I die, I will let Ah Zhu see you for the last time. But... I want her to see your bloody head."

Lu Fan grinned, revealing a brilliant smile.

Mo Liuqi suddenly felt a little cold.

Ni Yu on the side glanced at his ferocious son and curled his lips.

Young master's ability to scare people... is so rubbish.

Mo Liuqi closed his eyes. He imagined what Ah Zhu would look like when she saw his bloody head, and then smiled bitterly.

Maybe Ah Zhu wouldn't feel anything.

but……

"I promise."

Six or seven lines of ink.

Lu Fan smiled faintly: "Very good."

Afterwards, under his control, the pearl hairpin was inserted into Mo Liuqi's hair bun.

The ropes on Mo Liuqi's body also broke automatically, and he fell to the ground.

"Jingyue, take him to the island."

The wheelchair turned automatically, and Lu Fan's faint voice floated over.

Jing Yue, who was carrying a yellow pear wood sword case on his back, immediately picked up Mo Liuqi's body with a smile.

…

Island in the middle of the lake.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Cruise ship arrives.

Yi Yue pushed the wheelchair off the boat. Ni Yu was vomiting heavily, carrying the chessboard on his back, his legs weak.

Mo Liuqi lowered his head and Jing Yue followed behind him.

far away.

The sound of breaking through the air resounded.

Nie Zhangqing and Ning Zhao suddenly appeared.

"Sir."

They both bowed.

Lu Fan waved his hand, "I am very disappointed in you. In one night, you can only condense a wisp of spiritual energy?"

In one night, Nie Zhangqing entered the second stage of Qidan realm, and Ning Zhao entered the third stage of Qidan realm.

However, Lu Fan was very dissatisfied.

After all, the concentration of spiritual energy in the island in the middle of the lake today is as high as ten thousand strands.

Coupled with the harmony of the gentle spiritual energy emitted by ten chrysanthemums, the cultivation environment can be said to be the best in the Five Phoenix Continent.

In such an environment, their cultivation progress is so slow.

Ning Zhao bit her lip and lowered her head, feeling a little guilty.

The same is true for Nie Zhangqing.

They disappointed Lu Fan.

"The secret realm of Wolong Ridge has appeared. You still have one day. After one day, set off for Wolong Ridge."

Lu Fan said calmly, no emotion in his voice.

“Yes.”

Nie Zhangqing and Ning Zhao quickly responded.

Then, leave and breathe in the spiritual energy.

"Jingyue, keep an eye on him. He can move freely on the island. If he dares to leave the island, kill him."

Lu Fan's wheelchair moved automatically, and he spoke to Jing Yue as he moved.

Jing Yue quickly stood up straight.

"Sir, leave it to me."

Then, he stared at Mo Liuqi.

"Itsuki."

Lu Fan suddenly spoke.

Yi Yue, who was pushing the wheelchair, was startled and looked at Lu Fan.

"You once asked me for a chance to be an immortal, but I didn't grant it to you. Now, I see that your blood and energy are surging. Although you haven't reached the level of a first-class warrior, you are almost there. Therefore, I can give you a chance."

Lu Fan looked at Yi Yue and said.

When Yi Yue heard this, Fox Mei's face suddenly became excited.

She fell to her knees, her body shaking with excitement.

"You practice with Mo Liuqi on the island. If you can comprehend the sense of Qi and enter the Qidan realm, I will teach you the real immortal method."

Lu Fan said.

Yi Yue was pleasantly surprised, bowed her head to the ground, and thanked him profusely.

Lu Fan looked at the excited Yi Yue and said nothing.

Yi Yue is different from Ni Yu and Ning Zhao. Yi Yue carries a huge hatred on her back.

When Lu Changkong picked up Ning Zhao, Yi Yue and Ni Yu from the dead bodies of refugees, Yi Yue was the most special.

He held the blood-stained dagger that had killed someone in his hand, his eyes filled with hatred.

Lu Fan also learned about Yi Yue's background. She came from a famous small family in Xi County, a family of scholars. However, because she opposed the Mohist school's interference in the affairs of Xi County, the entire family was killed by assassins sent by the Mohist school. Only Yi Yue escaped and fled to Beiluo City with the refugees, where she was rescued by Lu Changkong.

"Don't thank me yet. Wait until you have developed a sense of Qi."

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair, his back to Yi Yue, and said calmly.

"Ni Yu, push me upstairs."

Lu Fan said.

Ni Yu said "yes", pushed the wheelchair, went up to the Baiyujing Pavilion, and arrived at the terrace on the second floor.

Lu Fan took the spiritual pressure chessboard from Ni Yu's back and placed it in front of him.

The chess box filled with black and white chess pieces is laid out.

Ni Yu was busy making plum wine.

Boom boom...

The sky was originally clear, but suddenly, dark clouds began to float in.

There was a breeze on the lake.

There was an oppressive atmosphere between heaven and earth.

Lu Fan holds the piece.

In an instant, the wind and clouds above the pavilion changed suddenly.

His palm gently stroked the spiritual pressure chessboard, and his eyes suddenly changed, becoming deep and distant.

The jumping lines outlined the terrain of Wolong Ridge on the spiritual pressure chessboard.

And the heroes of the world and the densely packed troops gathered outside Wolong Ridge.

They are all presented on the spiritual pressure chessboard in the form of red dots.

He is the planner, but he is also an outsider.

The situation of spiritual energy revival.

start.

PS: Tickets, tickets cannot be stopped~ (End of this chapter)