Hua Hua Hua...

A carriage passed by the door of the Lin Mansion. Wang Qinian stared at the stone slab without moving. As the carriage passed by, he ran up to it, squatted down, and touched it with his hand. He stood up and looked at Fan Xian with a stern expression.

Just now I had been confident that I was going to do it, but now I was instantly slapped in the face.

Due to the large number of guaranteed tickets, he was as thick-skinned as Wang Qinian and his face was slightly hot.

He joined Fan Xian. This was his first time working for Fan Xian, but he got off to a bad start. No one would feel too good about this.

Fan Xian smiled, stepped forward and patted his shoulder without saying anything.

I’ll give you a look and you’ll realize it yourself.

"Go knock on the door."

"Ah? Oh!" Wang Qinian was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward and knocked on the door of Lin Mansion.

Bang bang bang!

Maybe it's because it's too early?

There was no response.

Wang Qinian looked back at Fan Xian.

Fan Xian waved his hand to signal him to get out of the way, and Wang Qinian stepped aside in confusion.

boom!

A loud noise scared Wang Qinian so much that he stepped on the seven stars and subconsciously prepared to escape.

The sound was deafening.

When the smoke and dust dispersed, Wang Qinian opened his eyes and took a look, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch a few times.

Good guy, Master Xiao Fan actually smashed the door of Lin Mansion into pieces with a palm from the air.

It wasn't broken, nor was it dismantled, but it was shattered into pieces!

The depth of the internal power is unfathomable, and its purity has probably reached an extremely terrifying level. What's even more terrifying is that Wang Qinian has never heard of this exquisite control of the internal power.

For this reason alone, Fan Xian's ranking on the Langya Ranking is definitely worthy of his name, and it is possible that he may even move up a bit.

The mystery and terror of Langya Pavilion now became more profound and clear in Wang Qinian's mind.

Although Lao Wang has a limited IQ, he is not stupid. Fan Xian is more than a ninth-level expert in Langya Pavilion. He can naturally figure out problems that he can figure out with his feet.

What Wang Qinian is worried about at this moment is that the other ninth-level experts in Langya Pavilion are as powerful and young as Fan Xian...

Wang Qinian quickly shook this terrible thought out of his mind.

this is too scary!

If it is true as I guessed, doesn't it mean that Langya Pavilion has many young and potential ninth-level masters like Fan Xian who are very likely to break through to the master level in the future.

Is there anything more terrifying than this?

In the world today, there is no force that can have two masters sitting in command.

This is why Ye Liuyun chose to travel around the world instead of joining the Qing Dynasty court.

The world needs a balance among the three pillars.

Except for Ye Liuyun, the three great masters and the three forces are in a balanced state.

If one party breaks the balance, it will inevitably trigger a joint attack by the other two parties, leading to chaos in the world.

But now, if there are multiple master-level masters in Langya Pavilion...

Wang Qinian couldn't imagine it.

See, this is how honest people think.

Wang Qinian has never thought about whether Langya Pavilion now has a grand master in charge.

On the other hand, Emperor Qing and Chen Pingping, two old foxes, although there is no sign or any evidence, they are very confident that there is a great master in Langya Pavilion.

Seeing Lao Wang's hesitant expression, Fan Xian said calmly: "Next month's fifty taels of silver, minus twenty taels." He stepped into the Lin Mansion.

Behind him, Lao Wang's face instantly turned bitter. In his opinion, there is no greater or more serious punishment in this world than deducting money.

But he could only curse Lin Gong in his heart, and at the same time, he did not forget to secretly greet Lin Ruofu, the powerful prime minister who was inferior to one person and surpassed ten thousand people.

Looking at the Lin Mansion building that was almost completed, Fan Xian mentally praised the ancient craftsmen.

This speed and craftsmanship are beyond words.

After half a month of absence, the ruins of the past have now basically restored the majesty and solemnity that Lin Mansion should have had.

He raised his feet and entered the courtyard. A group of guards suddenly ran out from all around. There were about twenty or thirty people, all of whom were masters of level five or above.

Fan Xian and Wang Qinian were surrounded by water.

"Find someone who can take charge!"

"I don't like nonsense, I'll give you three more breaths!"

Wang Qinian very cooperatively stretched out three fingers and started timing.

Just when Wang Qinian put down his third finger, a voice suddenly came from the inner courtyard.

"stop!"

"Lin Wan'er?" Fan Xian frowned. "Why are you here?"

"I already know about the grudge between you and my second brother."

Fan Xian narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

"Are you here to kill my second brother?"

Fan Xian glanced at the attic on the right, snorted coldly in his heart, then turned around, with his back to Lin Wan'er, and said calmly: "He planned the assassination on Niulan Street behind his back. Grudges have arisen. Everything has a cause and effect. I am in front of him."

Let me ask for an explanation, isn't it too much?"

"But the second brother has already left the city."

"I came here because of my rude intrusion today. Can you tell me where he is going?" After saying this, Fan Xian was speechless and held his forehead, feeling that he was infected by Guo Baokun for asking such a mindless and idiotic question.

Sure enough, those who are close to ink are black.

Lin Waner naturally did not answer Fan Xian's question.

Fan Xian was silent for a while, and Lin Wan'er kept watching the uncertainty on his face, feeling uneasy in her heart.

"Is Mr. Lin at home?"

"No."

Lin Wan'er answered this question without hesitation.

Fan Xian nodded, but he sneered in his heart. No? Could it be that the old man in the attic on the right who was secretly observing here is a ghost?

I really can't believe what a woman says.

"Old Wang."

"Sir, what are your orders?"

Coupled with his eyes and movements at this moment, how he looks and how vulgar he is, he has the potential to be a jerk.

Fan Xian was speechless. After all, he was a document from the Inspection Institute. How could he be so without moral integrity, temperament, temperament? Do you know?

"Continue to follow up. If you have any news, please report it to me in time."

"yes!"

Wang Qinian responded, turned around and left. He suddenly stopped, turned back and asked, "Sir, you can't track the wheel indentations on the stone road. How can you track them?"

Fan Xian blinked at him, pointed at his nose, and asked, "Are you asking me?"

The corners of Wang Qinian's mouth twitched twice, he smiled, and then left.

"If we can't trace it, another twenty taels will be deducted from next month's salary!"

Wang Qinian stumbled and almost fell.

Why does he feel that Mr. Fan seems to be exploiting him in different ways?

If you don't want to pay my salary, just say so...

"Is there anything to eat?"

"ah?"

Lin Wan'er was confused by Fan Xian's sudden reversal.

"I haven't had breakfast yet."

Now, Lin Wan'er finally understood.

Lin Wan'er reached out to the maid and whispered a few words in her ear. The maid gave Fan Xian an incomprehensible look with a hint of pity, then turned and went to the kitchen.

After a while, the maid brought two plates with two steamed buns and a cup of hot soup.

Fan Xian was not polite, took the plate, picked up the buns and was about to stuff them into his mouth, but suddenly stopped.

Seeing this, Lin Wan'er's expression changed slightly, and her little hands subconsciously pinched the corner of her skirt.

These little moves of hers were all caught by Fan Xian.
Chapter completed!