young country woman

I saw the middle-aged man struggling to stand up after falling to the ground.

But his body felt like it was being torn apart by five horses, and every part of it was in pain.

So his eyes were filled with horror and fear that he had never imagined.

It's so terrifying that one person's power can be so incredible.

After being shocked, the middle-aged man now realized that the young man in front of him was definitely not a thing in the pool.

And Yang Fan stood in front of him, with a calm face and even breathing, as if nothing just happened.

His eyes were full of firmness and determination, and he knew that this was just the beginning of his martial arts practice.

What we will face in the future will be the ancestor of the Zhao family, a person who is acquired and strong.

When he thought of this, Yang Fan took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled,

His body became extremely relaxed in an instant, as if he merged into the whole world.

"Yang Fan looked at the middle-aged man lying on the ground and said in a gentle tone,"

"Go away, I won't kill you today."

After hearing what Yang Fan said, the middle-aged man's eyes were full of doubts and panic. He doesn't understand.

Why would this young man let him go? But now is not the time to dwell on this.

He climbed up with difficulty and retreated step by step until he disappeared from Yang Fan's sight.

Yang Fan looked at the other person's leaving figure, then slowly turned around and continued to leave in the direction of the village.

But when he was walking on the road, a slightly unexplained smile appeared on his lips unconsciously.

At the same moment, a simple and elegant manor was seen rising from the ground in the most prosperous area of ​​Kyoto.

The gate is extraordinary, with shining copper nails on the vermilion lacquer door and auspicious cloud patterns carved on the lintel.

Two majestic stone lions stand in front of the door, demonstrating their noble status.

The exterior wall is made of green bricks. After years of baptism, a light layer of moss has appeared on the surface of the bricks.

It looks antique, and the walls are covered with gray tiles, arranged neatly.

Like rows of armor, they guard the tranquility of the manor.

The roof adopts a hilltop design, and the glazed tiles shine with golden light. Like a phoenix spreading its wings, soaring in the sky.

There are copper bells hanging under the eaves. The breeze blows and the sound of the bells is clear and crisp, like the sound of nature.

The manor is lined with green trees, towering ancient trees, strong trunks and luxuriant branches and leaves.

Like a green barrier, the manor is shrouded in shade.

The spacious courtyard is covered with bluestone slabs with exquisite patterns carved on them.

It presents an ancient and solemn atmosphere. The appearance of the manor is solemn, simple and elegant.

All of them demonstrate the power and status of the aristocratic family in the capital, and one can't help but respect them.

Not bad!

……

This is where the Zhao family, the most powerful family in China, lives in Kyoto.

At this moment, there was an extremely handsome young man in the manor, standing alone in the hall and pacing back and forth.

"Looking coldly at the northwest direction, I don't know what you are thinking in your heart?"

"I saw that he was tall, as straight as a pine tree, with jet black hair and sharp eyebrows and starry eyes."

He is majestic and has a windy air every step he walks, which makes people look at him with side eyes.

He was always well dressed, whether in a suit or casual attire.

All can show his noble identity and status, as well as his extraordinary temperament.

He exuded a kind of confidence and calmness, as if he was the master of the world.

He was staring at the old man in front of him with cold eyes, and his face suddenly became terrifyingly gloomy.

"Yang Fan"

How dare you challenge the authority of my Zhao family! The young man was furious.

He slapped the table with a slap that made the tea cup almost jump.

When the old man saw Zhao Mingyu's angry expression, he was immediately shocked deep in his heart.

"Hurry up and explain."

"Master,"

You don't have to be angry.

"Yang Fan is just a fledgling boy, so there is nothing to fear."

"The reason why the mission failed this time was because that bitch Li Wanting was meddling in her own business."

"My Zhao family has been through thousands of years of history. What kind of storms have we not experienced? There are no big waves that can be overcome by him."

"Zhao Mingyu's expression softened slightly after hearing the old man's words, but the anger in his eyes has not gone out."

"And said in a warm and angry tone"

A mere piece of trash that escaped from a rural area is still thinking that a toad wants to eat swan meat.

"If you dare to have any unreasonable thoughts about Bai Zhiruo, if you don't show him some color."

"He really thought that I was a soft persimmon! The old man smiled and shook his head."

"Master,"

You don’t have to take matters into your own hands.

"My Zhao family has trained countless dead soldiers. Dealing with Yang Fan is just a trivial matter."

"After Zhao Mingyu listened to the old man's words, a satisfied smile appeared on his face: "

"But I thought that even the Xiantian realm masters he sent were no match for Yang Fan's bastard."

"These dead soldiers expect them to get rid of each other. That is undoubtedly a fool's errand."

"But as the top family in China, the Zhao family has countless sharp weapons in their hands."

"No matter how powerful Yang Fan is, he will face dozens or hundreds of dead soldiers."

Zhao Mingyu didn't believe that he was still capable of dealing with it, thinking about this.

"Immediately he spoke and gave instructions."

"Okay, then I'll leave this matter to you. I want him to know the consequences of offending me, Zhao Mingyu!"

Then the old man retreated, his steps firm and his face solemn.

He knew that this was a major event for the Zhao family and an opportunity for him to show off his abilities. Never let the young master down again.

"Yang Fan,"

"Although you are powerful, you must know that there are some people in this world who cannot be easily provoked."

"The old man thought silently in his heart, and a cold light flashed in his eyes involuntarily."

On the other side of Kyoto, there was a stunning girl sitting quietly on a swing in the garden.

Her face was like delicate porcelain, white and smooth, as if it could illuminate the surrounding darkness.

His eyes are as bright as stars, shining with charming light, like the most dazzling stars in the night sky.

The lips are soft and red, slightly raised, as if there is always a smile, which makes people ecstatic.

The bridge of the nose is straight, and the wings of the nose are slightly swaying with the breathing, exuding an intoxicating aroma.

Her cheeks were like the rising morning glow, stained with a faint blush, like a budding flower.

The skin is as delicate as silk, as if it can transmit light, and every cell exudes an alluring light.

The hair is as smooth as a waterfall, blowing gently in the wind, exuding a charming fragrance, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

The figure is slim and graceful, and every movement is full of softness, as if it is the perfect work of nature.

At this moment, she was looking at the distant sky, her eyes filled with deep helplessness and worry.

She is Bai Zhiruo, known as the most beautiful woman in Kyoto, and she is also Yang Fan's crush.

Thinking that tomorrow is the day of her and Zhao Mingyu's engagement, Bai Zhiruo suddenly felt conflicted.

In her heart, she hoped that Yang Fan could come, but at the same time, she was worried about his safety.

Bai Zhiruo knew that although Yang Fan was powerful, he faced the power of the Zhao family.

He is like a lonely boat sailing in the strong wind, in danger of being destroyed at any time.

"So I had no choice but to pray."

"Yang Fan"

"You must be careful," Bai Zhiruo whispered softly, as if Yang Fan could hear her voice."