After saying that, Zhuo Bufan turned around and walked towards the door. However, before leaving, his eyes slightly looked at a withered flower in the flowerbed.
After walking seven steps, Old Mrs. Zhang suddenly shouted from behind: "Wait a minute, boy, what did you say just now?"
"Nothing." Zhuo Bufan didn't even look back. He was about to leave again, but Old Mrs. Zhang frowned and said, "Boy, if you tell me, I'll let you live here."
Zhuo Bufan finally paused, and a faint curve appeared on the corner of his mouth. When he walked to the flowerbed, Zhang Huan and Old Lady Zhang also walked over. Zhang Huan knew that there was a purple flower inside. I don’t know why it withered in the past few days.
The grandma didn't sleep well for several days.
"This purple flower is called Bodhi Hua. It has a high growth environment. You have just cultivated this flower not long ago, right?" Zhuo Bufan said slowly.
Old Mrs. Zhang glanced at him even more instantly, but she didn't expect that a young junior even knew Bodhi Jade. "Well, how long have I been back after transplanting? The flowers and leaves have withered a little in recent days. I don't know why, do you know?"
"If I cure your flowers, would you let me rent a house here?"
"Okay, as long as you can feed my flowers, I will let you live here." Old Mrs. Zhang hesitated for a moment and agreed directly, because this flower was too precious, she finally found it in Baihe Mountain.
There is only one that comes.
Zhuo Bufan said: "Does Bodhi jam grow on the hillside facing the sun? Although you brought the positive soil back, the flowers and plants around you are too yin, which affects the growth of Bodhi jam."
"So I can only take out Bodhi jacquards and cultivate them alone to survive?" Old Mrs. Zhang frowned.
Zhuo Bufan nodded.
When Zhang Huan heard this, he said happily: "Grandma, then can you let Zhuo Bufan live here?"
"Well, you can live here, but if my flowers don't survive, I can let you move out immediately." Old Mrs. Zhang thought.
"No problem." Zhuo Bufan nodded.
"Student Zhuo, I'll take you in and have a look." Zhang Huan was about to take Zhuo Bufan to the room north, but was scolded by Old Mrs. Zhang: "Xiao Huan, if you don't go to cook, he'll just go in by himself."
Zhuo Bufan was extremely depressed. The old lady seemed to be hostile to men. Looking at Zhang Huan's innocent eyes, Zhuo Bufan smiled faintly and walked in with her luggage.
The decorations in the room are very simple, with the old-fashioned Eight Immortals table and several benches filled with dust. The bedroom has only one bed, which looks simple and even shabby.
Zhuo Bufan waved his hand and all the dust flew up and gathered into a ball and flew out the window automatically.
After packing up the room, laying the mattress and other things, Zhuo Bufan didn't eat, and sat cross-legged on the bed to breathe in his spiritual energy. Zhang Huan and Old Lady Zhang did not disturb him.
When the moon was dark and the wind was high, Zhuo Bufan suddenly opened his eyes and walked out of the room and into the yard.
When he first arrived in the yard in the afternoon, he felt that there was a feeling of being peeped around him, but he had not yet cultivated his spiritual consciousness, so he could only vaguely sense someone around him, but after he came out, the nearby ones
The feeling of peeping suddenly disappeared.
"I just came to Xuzhou myself, and even the master of the Ghost King probably didn't find out how quickly I was. So the feeling of those peeping was for Zhang Huan and Old Lady Zhang?"
Zhuo Bufan thought in his heart, but it was not his business. He didn't think much about it. Instead, he walked to the flowerbed. Old Mrs. Zhang had transplanted the "Bodhi Jade" with a flower pot. The flowers and leaves were shriveled and dejected.
A faint spiritual energy emanated from Zhuo Bufan's hands and lingered on the Bodhi jams. In a few seconds, the Bodhi jams instantly regained their vitality, and the petals were full of vitality and bloomed in full bloom.
After doing all this, Zhuo Bufan returned to the room to sleep.
The next day.
Zhuo Bufan got up and moved his body, stood in the yard and practiced the simplest body boxing technique. This was learned from Chen Longhu when he was in Jinling. Although it was simple, Zhuo Bufan mediated the true energy in his body between quiet and moving.
, I don’t know how many times more advanced than the original boxing technique.
It’s just that only he can feel this change, but others don’t know it.
Old Mrs. Zhang kept watching him finish his fist silently, and curled her lips and said, "Boy, I didn't expect you to have some superficial skills."
"Just exercise for a while, I'll laugh." Zhuo Bufan smiled faintly.
At this time, Old Mrs. Zhang walked to the flower garden and took a casual look, but her face showed a look of shock. The Bodhi flower, which was still as frost yesterday, actually blooming as before, emitting powerful vitality, and even the petals and grass leaves increased.
One point.
Looking at Zhuo Bufan's back as he left: "This kid has some skills, but they are just small paths. It's not enough to match our Xiaohuan."
As soon as Zhuo Bufan went out, he saw Zhang Huan waiting for him at the entrance of the alley: "Zhuo Bufan, I'll give it to you."
As he said that, he handed Zhuo Bufan the purchased soy milk and fried dough sticks.
"Grandma doesn't let me go to school with you, so I'll wait for you here secretly." Zhang Huan said with a bright smile.
While walking towards the school, Zhang Huan chatted all the way, but this girl said a lot. Zhuo Bufan just listened. It turned out that Mrs. Zhang opened a small clinic on the small street, which was a famous doctor nearby.
Zhang Huan has lived with Mrs. Zhang over the years, and as for her parents, Zhang Huan, she didn't mention her words, and Zhuo Bufan didn't ask much.
As soon as the two of them walked to the gate of the west campus, a Wuling Hongguang stopped in front of them with a slight sound. The car door opened with a silence, and seven or eight strong men jumped off. Under the tight elastic vest on their bodies, there were developed muscles.
It contains explosive energy, and its hands are facing the metal bat.
The leader was Liu Chun, who sneered at Zhuo Bufan and said, "Zhuo Bufan, you have a good fortune. If you don't want toast, you will even dare to touch Brother Ning's woman."
Zhuo Bufan was named king of Jinling and was carrying the rank of major general on his shoulders. Unexpectedly, when he came to school, he actually encountered several gangsters to block him.
"Liu Chun, what do you want to do? This is a school." Zhang Huan's face showed a nervous look and looked at Zhuo Bufan with some guilt.
"I don't want to do anything, I just want to teach him a lesson. So what about the school? Do you know who Brother Ning is? Members of Wuyi Club, even the school leaders have to buy some face."
Zhuo Bufan shook his head: "I think you and Shanshan are friends, so you can leave now."
"Mad, so crazy!" Liu Chun clenched his fists: "Let him teach him a lesson and open his eyes."
After saying that, several strong men pinched the steel pipe and rushed to Zhuo Bufan directly, but in the blink of an eye, all the strong men fell to the ground, covering their stomachs and tossed and turned, their faces turned blue with pain. (I haven't finished waiting for it.