Leisurely cultivating life

"Your Highness, is she okay?" Yin Xun said in a deep voice.

"I can talk to you so calmly here, what do you think?" Yu Niang cast a sideways glance at Yin Xun.

"But after this incident, His Highness also suffered a lot, you..."

"Aizhou State Shepherd's Mansion is under my control." Yin Xunfeng said calmly.

Hearing this, Yuniang stood up abruptly, "Really??"

Yin Xun nodded, "Really!"

Yu Niang was overjoyed and jumped up like a child, but she soon realized that something was wrong, and sat down as if nothing had happened, but the unceasing rise and fall of her chest already showed that Yu Niang was not at peace.

"As expected of the person His Highness is looking for, he captured Aizhou State Shepherd's Mansion so easily." Looking at Yin Xun, Yuniang thought in her heart that it is no wonder His Highness is so protective of Yin Xun.

"I want to report to His Highness immediately." Yu Niang stood up quickly.

"By the way, I almost forgot the business." Yu Niang, who had already walked to the door, turned around.

"Your Highness asked me to ask you, you have always been very cautious in doing things, why are you so reckless this time?"

Yin Xun frowned slightly, and said, "Intuition."

"Intuition?" Yin Xun asked with a question mark on his face.

Yin Xun nodded, "That's right, intuition. When I first saw Zhou Fan, the Innate Dao Body, I had an intuition that he had the clues I needed."

"Clues?" Yuniang frowned and asked puzzledly, "What clues do you need to be so..."

"Huh?" Yu Niang paused, as if thinking of something.

Looking at Yin Xun with some uncertainty, he asked, "Nine Cauldrons??" After finishing speaking, even she herself didn't believe it.

Seeing that Yin Xun was silent, Yu Niang said suspiciously, "However, Zhou Fan has any connection with Jiuding, just relying on your intuition, Your Highness will not believe it."

A strange light flashed in Yin Xun's eyes, and he said, "How do you know whether His Highness believes you or not, just report it."

"Follow you." Yu Niang turned and left.

Watching Yuniang go away, the corner of Yin Xun's mouth slightly raised, "Your Highness, Xun, I'm waiting for your news."

Turning his head to look at the sky beside him, he said in a low voice, "Investigate everything in Zhoujia Village carefully, don't disturb Yuxu's people, you can use secrets."

"Yes." The ripples passed.

"Zhou Fan, Zhou Family Village, don't let me down."

******

Yan Jianshan.

In Zhou Fan's courtyard.

Zhou Fan stood in front of a wooden desk, bowed his head, held a pen in his right hand, and was writing there. The words he wrote, uh, were neat and neat, just like the words on the copying stickers.

Speaking of which, Zhou Fan also learned to write in Qingyu Mountain, and he was taught by a special teacher, all of whom are proficient in calligraphy.

It's just that Zhou Fan was obsessed with cultivation and could write neatly, so he didn't go to the calligraphy teacher for advice.

And after successful cultivation, since reaching the Dao base state, and after practicing martial arts training, he can perfectly control every trace of strength in the body, even a hair, and this character can be compared with the character specially designed for copying. It's just as beautiful, but it's a pity that it has form but no soul.

Zhou Fan has nothing to do these few days, so he wants to try to improve his calligraphy.

In the future, when going out to pretend to be aggressive, if a little fan girl asks him for an autograph, wouldn't it be embarrassing if he doesn't have good calligraphy.

"call."

"Junior Brother Lou, what do you think of the word Senior Brother?" Zhou Fan showed Lou Yehua who was lying on a chair beside him the calligraphy he had just copied.

"Brother, good handwriting, good handwriting, it's improved from the previous one." Lou Yehua smiled slightly and gave a thumbs up praise.

"Junior Brother Lou, don't cater to me like this just because I'm a senior brother." Zhou Fan put on a straight face, pretending to be displeased.

"However, Junior Brother, you really think I've made progress." Zhou Fan asked in a low voice, leaning in front of Lou Yehua.

Lou Yehua pursed his lips, opened his mouth, and said, "Good calligraphy, each stroke is like a silver hook painted on iron, as strong as a sword's edge, soft as a willow in March, good calligraphy."

"Why do I feel that these words sound so familiar?" Zhou Fan murmured.

"Illusion, illusion."

Chapter 76 Meng Zhangzhu

"Squeak~~~"

The door, which had not been opened for a long time, gradually opened to both sides.

"Big Brother." Tu Mengmei shouted.

"Well, it's Junior Sister."

Zhou Fan flicked and drew on the white paper, distracted, "What's the matter? Junior sister."

"Brother, Chu Chengze, the head of the Jintao Sect, is here." Tu Mengmei came to Zhou Fan.

"Senior Brother Lou." Tu Mengmei greeted Lou Yehua who was at the side.

Lou Yehua

"Jintaomen? They come here as soon as they come, what does it have to do with me?" Zhou Fan didn't stop writing, wondering.

In recent days, with the eradication of Fengzi Pingren by Zhou Fan's alliance with most forces in the Yang Mansion, and Zhou Fan's beheading of the big demon Baikong some time ago, Zhou Fan's reputation in Huiyang Mansion reached its peak for a while, and he was in the limelight. No two.

There was an endless stream of people vying to come to visit. Everyone knew that Zhou Fan and the others were about to leave Huiyang Mansion, and they all wanted to meet Zhou Fan and the others while they were here.

Zhou Fan was too lazy to deal with this, he liked quietness, so he went back to the courtyard alone, leaving everything to his juniors and younger sisters for leisure.

As for why Lou Yehua is here, it's a long story.

"Master Chu wanted to see senior brother, and knowing that senior brother likes to be quiet, I refused him." After Tu Mengmei finished speaking, there was no more to say, and she looked at Zhou Fan quietly.

"Well, what then?" Zhou Fan looked up at Tu Mengmei, and said angrily, "Don't be tricky, just say it."

Tu Mengmei looked at Zhou Fan with a smile, and said mysteriously, "Brother, guess what."

Zhou Fan shook his head and continued to practice calligraphy. If he wanted to pretend to be a saint, he had to be strong himself.

Seeing that Zhou Fan ignored her, Tu Mengmei lost interest, and took out a box and a jade slip from the storage bag and handed them to Zhou Fan.