Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

Chapter 240 Parting ways
"Just come."

Russell responded.

Follow Fan Ling'er to the backyard.

The geomancer has laid out red ropes, silk threads, silver needles, and copper coins here to survey the surrounding feng shui patterns.

"Why did you call me here?"

"Did I hold you up?" Hearing the voice behind him, Yuan Tiangang stopped what he was doing, turned around, and narrowed his eyes: "Brother Luo, you..."

"What?" Russell asked.

"It's nothing, I just feel like you're a little different." Yuan Tiangang shook his head, thinking it was just his imagination.

Logically speaking, a martial artist of Yuan Tiangang's level should not be able to see the changes in Russell's cultivation, but at this moment he is in the very center of the feng shui field, with the right time and place, and his senses are infinitely amplified.

"Really?" Russell smiled but didn't reply.

Naturally there is.

Although the fusion of Russell from all realms limits him to the level of the world, preventing him from possessing the divine power of a god like Russell from high-martial arts or fantasy worlds, the enhancement of his basic stats allows his primordial spirit body to unleash boundless power.

"Later, I will use the Six Lines divination method to determine the direction, and you will use shamanic techniques to help me draw in the Qi." Yuan Tiangang turned his head and shifted his gaze back to the backyard.

If he were alone, he wouldn't need to take this step. Drawing in the Qi is time-consuming and laborious. Afterwards, using things like artificial mountains to change the Feng Shui pattern would have a negligible effect on drawing in the Qi. But now that Russell is here, his thinking is naturally different.

He wanted to give Li Chunfeng the best.

After receiving Russell's reply, Yuan Tiangang began preparations, and in nearly a quarter of an hour, the feng shui arrangement was officially operational.

No one can see a feng shui formation except the sorcerer himself, so when the madam and the sisters Fan Ling'er and Fan Qiao'er saw Yuan Tiangang acting strangely, they just thought he was a weirdo. But now it's different. Russell's shamanism combined with the feng shui formation creates a screen full of special effects.

"Who are these two gentlemen?" The madam asked, her mouth agape. She nudged Fan Qiao'er beside her with her elbow. Fan Qiao'er was also stunned by the scene before her and shook her head blankly. "I don't know either. I was just standing there when they suddenly came over."

"Is he some kind of legendary immortal?" Fan Ling'er used her fan to hide her surprise. She always felt that Russell had been taking care of her sisters, whether intentionally or unintentionally. Although there was no actual action, her woman's sixth sense told her that this feeling was correct.

Perhaps... they could ask an immortal to redeem the two sisters from their servitude. At the very least, they should let Qiao'er stay by their side. She has already ruined her life at Anle Pavilion, but her sister absolutely cannot fall into this quagmire again. Fan Ling'er wants her to be redeemed far more than Fan Qiao'er does.

"Done and call it a day."

After a while, the copper coin shook three times in a row, and the feng shui arrangement was completed. Russell then left the spot, yawning as he returned to his room.

When he returned to the backyard the next morning, the artificial hill, rooster, goat, yellow cat, and Zhang Wulang were already in their designated positions.

"Here you are." Yuan Tiangang nodded to Russell. "Take a look and see if there's anything else wrong."

"Ask me about feng shui." That's what he said, but Russell still helped take a look.

Well, thanks to his and Yuan Tiangang's joint arrangements, the backyard of Anle Pavilion, despite being located in a feng shui formation with a "piercing heart" effect, has been transformed into a rare place in the world where energy gathers, flourishes, and is imbued with spiritual energy.

"May I ask who you are, young master?" Zhang Wulang stepped forward and bowed to Luo Su with a humble expression and polite manners. At first glance, he appeared respectful, generous, and courteous, completely concealing the true madness deep within this Minister of Spring and the Duke of Ye.

“Russell, a hermit of the mountains and fields.” Russell examined Zhang Wulang’s face and exclaimed, “Minister Zhang is indeed exceptionally handsome.”

"Thank you for the compliment, but I am no match for Mr. Luo."

"Don't be modest."

These are my heartfelt words.

There was a back-and-forth, a give and take.

Well, although Zhang Wulang's words and actions are impeccable, the sinister and ruthless nature hidden deep in his heart is impossible to conceal, and people can easily see through his honeyed words and daggers.

"I'm leaving now. If there's a chance, please give my regards to Duokuo Huo for me, Vice Minister Zhang." Russell patted Zhang Wulang on the shoulder, ignoring his suddenly stiffened body, and walked past him straight out of the courtyard. Anle Pavilion has been famous in Chang'an for many years, so it's still worthwhile to enjoy the songs and dances.

"Definitely." After a long while, Zhang Wulang came to his senses, bowed, and remained as gentle, kind, respectful, frugal, and modest as ever.

"Master!"

Just before Russell entered the attic, a deliberately lowered voice caught his attention. He turned around and saw Fan Ling'er with a mysterious expression.

“It’s you. What’s wrong?” Russell walked up to Fan Ling’er and asked.

"That lord just now wanted me to make a rubbing of another master's tortoise shell," Fan Ling'er said sincerely. "I was worried that he might harm the master, so I came to report this."

"Oh, in that case, go ahead and do it." Russell thought for a moment and thoughtfully pointed out the location of the tortoise.

"Huh?" Fan Ling'er wondered if she had misheard. She pointed to herself and then to the backyard, looking somewhat incredulous.

"Don't worry, even if you don't do it, he'll make someone else do it. You can even make some money if you do it. That guy is a big spender, so just ask for whatever he wants." Russell pushed Fan Ling'er's shoulder and pushed the little girl out, while he himself leisurely watched the song and dance in the front hall as he had planned.

As dusk fell and the last rays of the setting sun cast their last rays, Yuan Tiangang shattered the urn containing Li Chunfeng's ashes, which were carried by a gentle breeze into the pond under the setting sun, thus concluding the ceremony.

“Zhang Wulang sent a little girl to make a copy of your tortoise shell.” Luo Su and Yuan Tiangang stood side by side and said quietly. Just then, Fan Ling’er, who had exchanged the prescription for a bag of silver ingots from Zhang Wulang, ran out of the courtyard gate with the package in her arms. When she saw Luo Su and Yuan Tiangang, she rushed over and said, “Here, it’s her.”

"So you're just going to watch?" Yuan Tiangang glanced away speechlessly, while Russell shook his head smugly: "Of course not, I was the one who took the little girl to find the turtle."

“You…” Yuan Tiangang sighed, “Do you know how much trouble it will cause him to get the prescription?”

"Don't worry, you'll be there to hold up the sky if it falls."

"..." Yuan Tiangang stared at Luo Su for a long time before finally letting out a long sigh. Although he didn't make a sound during that time, Luo Su still felt that the other party's curses were quite vulgar.

"Master." After waiting for a long time, seeing that the two seemed to have finished discussing their business, Fan Ling'er finally came forward with a bag full of silver: "All the silver I exchanged is here. Is there anything else you need, Master?"

"Put the silver away, call your sister, we're about to set off." Russell smiled at Fan Ling'er.

"Does Master mean he'll help us redeem ourselves?" Fan Ling'er was both surprised and delighted. She hadn't even figured out how to bring it up yet, and her long-buried wish was about to be fulfilled so easily?

"Hurry up, and try not to bring anything you don't need to," Russell continued to instruct.

"Understood." Fan Ling'er nodded heavily, then turned to find Fan Qiao'er, intending to tell her the good news. Yuan Tiangang had nothing to say about this; even Li Chunfeng's household had many concubines.

"Isn't the General planning to find a couple of girls?" Russell asked curiously. He remembered that Yuan Tiangang used to frequently practice yin-yang cultivation in the early days, so how come he's all righteous now?

And don't think he can't see it; Gangzi is currently full of dragon essence, his primordial yang has not been depleted, and he is a pure and extremely masculine body.

"Troublesome," Yuan Tiangang said without turning his head.

He dedicated his entire life to the Tang Dynasty; he had no time or energy to think about such trivial matters.

"Fine," Russell shrugged.

"By the way, can you help me see what this second picture depicts?" Yuan Tiangang took out the second brocade pouch and the picture inside.

He'd been looking at the painting for two days now, but he still couldn't understand what it meant.

"Hmm..." Russell's lips twitched. He could only say that Li Chunfeng truly deserved his reputation as a "soulful artist." Drawing something like this, who could possibly recognize it as iron flower smelting? He thought it was... you know...

(As shown in the picture)
"A bit abstract," Russell commented.

“Who says otherwise? This guy can’t even rest in peace after he’s dead,” Yuan Tiangang continued to complain.

Before long, Zhang Wulang also arrived at the backyard and respectfully said to Yuan Tiangang and Luo Su, "General, Mr. Luo, I have another matter to attend to during this field mission. Recently, His Majesty has been thinking of returning to Chang'an again. In order to prevent the traitors of the Li Tang dynasty from plotting a rebellion, I came here first to investigate. If I were to bring people back to the yamen for questioning later, I'm afraid the commotion would be quite significant."

"Shangorō."

"The subordinate is here."

"Now that you have obtained the formula for the elixir of immortality, there is no need for you to put on airs here. Stop following me." Yuan Tiangang did not do anything to the other party because he had obtained the formula for the elixir of immortality, but simply told him to get back to Luoyang immediately.

"Your humble servant obeys." Zhang Wulang lowered his head, took two steps back, and then turned to leave.

“Let’s go too, the two of them are probably ready.” Russell suggested, watching Zhang Wulang’s departing figure.

“Okay.” Yuan Tiangang nodded.

In a short while, the four of them appeared in front of Anle Pavilion.

The carriages were ready, four in number, with brass-decorated roofs and white jade-inlaid crossbeams. They were painted blue on the outside and lined with brocade on the inside. There were four windows on both sides, two of which were ventilation windows and two were observation windows. The four corners were adorned with pearl earrings, showing the utmost extravagance.

"It was prepared by that Vice Minister Zhang," Fan Ling'er explained in a low voice.

"You're on the right track," Russell exclaimed, and the three of them boarded the carriage.

Yuan Tiangang didn't come up; he was still riding Zhuifeng.

The interior of the vehicle is very spacious, almost like a modern motorhome.

Russell's thought prompted the horses, and the carriage, just as it had been when Audrey Hepburn made her entrance, began to move without a driver.
"Master, where are we going now? That master..." Fan Ling'er asked curiously.

“Follow him.” Russell stretched.

Comfortably lying on the bed covered with silk brocade quilts, Fan Ling'er glanced at Fan Qiao'er and gave her a wink. Fan Qiao'er immediately and reluctantly took out two documents stamped with official seals from her bosom and knelt on the floor with her sister.

"Master, this is the contract between me and Qiao'er," Fan Ling'er said ingratiatingly.

"Keep it for yourself." Russell said without even opening his eyes.

"Master is so kind!" Fan Ling'er was still wondering, but Fan Qiao'er had already happily put the contract back into her bosom.

Life went on leisurely like this.

Russell's spirit is now far more resilient than before, and he no longer needs to worry about being ostracized by the world.

The sisters Fan Ling'er and Fan Qiao'er also started practicing martial arts with Luo Su. The older sister wasn't very interested, but the younger sister was very enthusiastic.

Because the two women were not young and their bones were relatively fixed, Russell specially taught them a book called "The Art of the Phoenix and the Luan" (Refined Edition).

Originally a dual cultivation technique practiced by the Black and White Impermanence, it was improved by Li Xingyun into a method that could change the meridians. Later, in Russell's hands, it became a divine skill that could change the meridians and cleanse the marrow, making it perfect for improving the aptitude of the two little girls.

Fan Qiao'er has good aptitude; she developed Qi perception in just one month of cultivation. In contrast, her older sister Fan Ling'er has mediocre aptitude and is often absent-minded. After a month, apart from having a larger appetite, she has not made any progress.

The only thing that made Russell think the little girl didn't know what was good for her was that, unlike Fan Ling'er who liked to cling to him, Fan Qiao'er preferred to stick close to Yuan Tiangang, calling him "Master" all the time.

During this time, under Russell's arrangement, Fan Qiao'er coincidentally discovered that Li Chunfeng's second picture referred to the iron flower making in her hometown of Longxiang County.

So the two of them decided to part ways at the border between Chang'an and Liangzhou.

Fan Qiao'er took Yuan Tiangang back to Longxiang to watch the iron flower display, while Luo Su took Fan Ling'er to Luoyang to keep an eye on Zhang Wulang for Yuan Tiangang.

Actually, Russell didn't want to take on this task. He wanted to explore the world two hundred years ago, but Yuan Tiangang said that he was the one who caused this trouble and that he had to take responsibility. Fan Qiao'er was also chiming in, which made Russell furious. He went up and gave the little girl three hard blows, leaving three big bumps on her head.

……

"Master, is this Luoyang?" Fan Ling'er's eyes shone brightly under her veil. Having barely left Anle Pavilion, she had never seen such a magnificent sight. Just one glance made her feel that the long journey of the past two months had been worthwhile.

The imperial residence of Xiaohan, the royal residence of Heluo.

As the capital of ten dynasties, Luoyang was also favored by Emperor Wu, making it far more prosperous than Chang'an.

"First, find the Bad Guys' stronghold, then wait for your sister and Gangzi to come. Tsk, Gangzi has no manners at all. He's retired, yet he still loves to meddle in other people's business." Luo Su weighed the Bad Guys' jade tablet in his hand, wondering if the Bad Guys in Luoyang still recognized this retired commander.

"If Qiao'er knew that you were making fun of the Marshal like this, she would probably be furious and come to argue with me again," Fan Ling'er said with a charming smile.

"Ha, what a tasteless little girl." After questioning Fan Qiao'er's aesthetic sense once again, Luo Su led Fan Ling'er to a courtyard at the address left by Yuan Tiangang.

"What brings you two here?" The speaker was an old man with a strong voice and vigorous spirit. One glance was enough to tell that he possessed considerable internal strength.

"Looking for someone." Luo Su revealed the Bad Guys' Jade Register, and the old man immediately knelt on one knee: "Shen Lang, the Heavenly Noble Star, respectfully obeys the Commander's decree."

(End of this chapter)