That night, under the arrangement of Palace Master Li, Zhao Fan came to a dormitory downstairs. This place was originally reserved for the Deputy Palace Master. Now that the position is vacant, it has been idle.
Sleep peacefully until dawn.
On the morning of the second day, after Zhao Fan had eaten the breakfast carefully cooked by the beautiful disciple, Palace Master Li came over with a wooden wine barrel filled with Baihua Brewing.
Baihua Nong is so rare that even ordinary disciples of Putuo Palace can rarely taste it, but the weight of a wooden wine barrel is thirty liters, which is two barrels.
"Aunt Xuan, this is too much..." Zhao Fan hesitated.
"Keep it obediently." Palace Master Li smiled and said: "Those seven kinds of flowers have two flowering periods every day, so I don't lack them. Besides, you don't have a little girlfriend around you. The first time you drink is the most important. Drink more.
A little bit, maybe to improve your strength, after all, no matter how thorough your protection is, you can't cover everything."
Zhao Fan's eyes lit up, yes, it would be a good idea to give some of the Baihua Brew to Lin Qianqian and the important but weak people around him.
He thanked him, marked the wine barrel, and put it into the Jialan Sumeru Jade.
"Then I won't keep you any longer." Palace Mistress Li waved her hand, and she did not forget to warn her before parting: "You should be strong enough to let Lao Li abdicate in favor of someone more worthy!"
"Definitely, definitely."
Zhao Fan smiled coquettishly, grabbed the traction rope of Baby Dragon, followed Xiu'er and turned back along the route he came from.
On the way, many beautiful disciples came to watch. They greeted me very warmly and said, "Uncle Zhao, welcome to come again next time."
"I will." Zhao Fan smiled back.
Not long after, they arrived at the place where they came in. Xiu'er held a stone and waved her hand, causing ripples in the air. She reluctantly hugged the baby dragon and said, "Uncle Zhao, Xiaobai, walk slowly."
"Well..." Zhao Fan returned the temporary access order to her, and disappeared into the ripples with Baby Long.
The next moment, in the sight of the man and the dog, the scenery instantly turned into a wilderness.
The baby dragon was a little uncomfortable with it. It chirped twice towards the location of Putuo Palace, wondering why everything suddenly disappeared again.
"Let's go."
Zhao Fan took Long Baobao back to the urban area of Putuo District, then hailed a taxi and returned directly to Zhen Mansion.
Today is the day after Peng Hanqing's death, and his memorial service will be held tomorrow.
This afternoon, Zhao Fan was not idle. He remembered what Aunt Xuan said, which was sharp, sharp, and angular, and then he opened the "All Things Heart Sutra" and slowly evolved his mood.
There is no time to practice.
When he looked away from the book, it was already dawn the next day.
Zhao Fan put away the "Wanxiang Heart Sutra", put his hands behind his head and leaned on the bedside, sorting out the insights he had gained during this half-day and one night. His state of mind was not to understand, but to do whatever he thought in his heart.
It’s great freedom!
In an instant, it was as if the blurred window paper had been opened by a bucket, and the secret inside was glimpsed.
Then his soul became enlightened, and the second chapter officially started...
Zhao Fan closed his eyes and slept lightly.
At ten minutes past nine, when the alarm clock rang, he got up, picked up his cell phone, and entered the black market forum. A large banner on it read: "The memorial service for Peng Hanqing Wuzun starts at ten o'clock!"
"As long as you don't miss it." Zhao Fan left the eldest lady's house, came to the kitchen, took the baby dragon who was eating beef, and asked the Zhen family guards to send him to the Peng family.
On the way, Zhao Fan turned his head and asked, "Has anyone from the Zhen family gone?"
"The head of the family and the great elder are not here, so the Supreme Elder will be the representative and go there early in the morning." The Zhen family guard replied.
"Um……"
Zhao Fan nodded.
Peng's house is located in Changning District, not far from each other, just next door.
At 9:50, we arrived at Peng Mansion.
After Zhao Fan got off the car, he asked the Zhen family guards to wait on the roadside, and then led Baby Long towards the gate of Peng Mansion.
At this time, the warrior guards standing on both sides of the door stopped him. The leader among them asked: "This is the Peng Mansion. Today is the day to say goodbye to the old man. Please show your invitation letter. In addition, pets are not allowed. This is a sign of respect for the old man."
Very disrespectful."
He shook his head and said, "I don't have an invitation letter."
The guard said with a bad look: "If you don't have it, you are not allowed in. If you are a warrior who comes to pay homage to the patron saint of the Demon City, please wait quietly on the roadside outside the house. The funeral will be held in the afternoon." After that, he pointed to the roadside not far away.
Next.
This is a good attitude. If it were another strong man's mansion, not many guards would waste their time saying this.
Zhao Fan looked over and saw that hundreds of warriors had already gathered there, the strongest of which were at the peak of the Xiantian Peak.
Then, a powerful momentum emerged from his body, which made many guards feel as if they were facing a mountain and could not breathe. Then he said: "My name is Zhao Fan, from Jiangzhou."
"Who cares if your name is Zhao Fan, Li Fan or Wang..." The guard leader suddenly seemed to remember something, and his voice stopped abruptly. He was stunned and said: "You... are you Jiangzhou Martial Lord?"
Zhao Fan nodded lightly, even though he did nothing, when he fell into the eyes of the guards, he seemed to be shining brightly, which was extremely dazzling!
The guard leader didn't dare to stop him. What a joke! My old man was at the pinnacle of martial arts and was known as the patron saint of the devil's capital. He was the leader of this land! However, three days ago, he was defeated by the ordinary-looking man in front of him.
youth……
Not only that, he participated in the purification of the body. To this day, the hole in the old man's heart is still vivid in his mind. What is strange is that the head of the family, Peng Zhukou, prohibited the wound from being sutured, saying that it was the old man's last wish.
The head guard immediately knelt down and saluted: "Please come in, I will inform the head of the family right now."
"I like to keep a low profile, so there is no need to go to great lengths. Today I am just here to see off Senior Peng." Zhao Fan waved his hand, and the body of the guard leader immediately stood up straight. The next moment, he led Baby Long into the door of Peng's house.
In the eyes of the guard leader, Jiangzhou Wu Zun seemed even more mysterious. Moreover, there were rumors outside that he was the one who killed the old man, but the latter's body still had a smile on his face. Now, the other party came to the memorial service again and mentioned "
"Senior Peng" was written in a very respectful tone, which shows how delicate the relationship between the two great warriors is.
"Captain, is that Jiangzhou Wu Zun?"
"Nine times out of ten, it's true. Don't you feel the ethereal but all-pervasive deterrent?"
"He was the murderer who killed the old man. Didn't he come to the memorial service today to stir up trouble..."
"Don't talk nonsense. The old man went there with a smile, and now Jiangzhou Wu Zun is here to say goodbye. What does it mean? The post refuted by the family head is true."
"But why bring a dog? If the higher authorities investigate, we will lose our jobs and even our lives will be at stake."
"Is that an ordinary dog? That's Jiangzhou Wu Zun's dog. Maybe it's a spiritual beast or a demon pet. We should treat it differently."
Nympho
When the guards said, when I said, Zhao Fan had been deep in the house. He wiped out, and saw that there was a large spirit shed in the square in the middle of the middle.
There are big figures in the Huaxia martial arts world.
Most of them are innate. However, Master Wudao also came a lot, and three martial arts appeared!
It is worthy of being the patron saint of the demon capital, this influence is not the same.
Just as Zhao Fan went there, many warriors also noticed this young man carrying Samoye.
Among them, the elder of the Zhen family saw it, but did not have the identity of Daoming. He thought about it: "When Jiangzhou Wu Zun came to my family in the first few days, many people had suffered a lot.
Taste this taste. "
Not only him, but even the elders of the Ji family also held such an idea.
"Who is that person? At a young age, such an important occasion actually holds a pet dog, how do you mix it?"
"I don't know the predecessors at all. Although Peng Wuzun is dead, he must not be blasphemy!"
Nympho
The family representatives with prominent identities of all parties condemned, and Master Master and Martial Arts were also annoyed. A junior, who did not know the courtesy, Peng Khan was alive.
It is different from those who are strong!
The next moment, the Wu Zun Chu Yan from Yuzhou rose up. He stepped on the void and rushed towards the one who came to the side and a dog.
Such as provoking our generations of martial arts and dying! "
At the same time, the big brothers of all parties looked at Chu Wuzun's eyes, and they all looked forward to it. I didn't expect to think that today I was fortunate to see Wu Zun's shot.