Zhu Tian: A journey of spiritual practice starting from Joy of Life

Chapter 43 The main plot begins

Time flies, and eight years have passed in a flash.

Over the past eight years, Leng Feibai has played in the river, learned martial arts in the downtown area, and even went to Dongyi City to compete with Yun Zhilan in swordsmanship. He also fought with Lang Tao in Beiqi.

However, he was seriously injured in an accident five years ago. He had no choice but to flee back to Danzhou in a panic, even though he had originally intended to go find the temple. It took him five years of recuperation before he recovered.

At this moment, in the forest behind the mountain of Danzhou, Leng Feibai was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed and concentrating, with a faint emerald green Qi emanating from his body.

After a moment, Leng Feibai exhaled a breath of foul air and slowly opened his eyes. "Ever since I broke through to the upper ninth rank in Northern Qi five years ago, although my true energy has been increasing every day, my realm has been stagnant. The realm of Grandmaster is really not something that can be easily reached."

After saying that, Leng Feibai stood up and jumped off the boulder, walking towards the Fan Mansion at the foot of the mountain.

Over the past eight years, Leng Feibai used the blue gem he got from Shura Palace to cultivate Mingyu Gong, Banduan Jin, and Huangting Neijing Jing one by one to perfection.

Afterwards, Leng Feibai chose a thirteenth-level wood-attributed mental method, but that wood-attributed mental method was extremely complicated. Even if Leng Feibai refined all the spiritual energy on the blue gem, he could only cultivate to the fifth level.

Now, with the help of the plants in the mountains and forests of Danzhou, he has cultivated it to the ninth level.

In addition, Leng Feibai also practiced a set of finger techniques and a set of magic for future considerations.

Outside the Fan Mansion in Danzhou, Leng Feibai watched several servants leading a few horses towards the stable in the backyard.

Leng Feibai quickly stepped forward, stopped a servant and asked, "What's going on? Where did the horses come from?"

The servant said quickly, "It's a group of red-armored knights. They just entered."

After hearing this, Leng Feibai's eyes flashed with sharpness. He let go of the servant and walked in quickly.

"Ten years, that's gone by so fast!"

Leng Feibai's face was as gloomy as water. "Looks like I should also prepare to rush into the snake's den."

"Let them kneel until they die, and then we'll collect their bodies!"

In the main hall, Old Mrs. Fan spoke coldly while cutting window paper-cuts silently.

"grandmother!"

Leng Feibai bowed to Old Lady Fan and asked, "What's going on with these people?"

"To pick up Xian'er and go to Kyoto!"

Mrs. Fan said in a cold tone, "That place is not a good place. Just like you said, it is..."

Mrs. Fan's voice suddenly stopped. She put down the work in her hands, stood up and said, "Come on, have dinner with me."

In the dining room, Fan Xian arrived late, bowed to Old Mrs. Fan at the table, and sat down in his seat.

Butler Zhou also walked in at this time and reported to Old Madam Fan, "Old Madam, those soldiers are refusing to eat. If we treat them so poorly, won't it chill their morale?"

"Have a meal!"

Old Mrs. Fan interrupted Butler Zhou and picked up the chopsticks to pick up the bamboo shoots on the table.

Sensing something, Fan Xian immediately grabbed the bamboo shoot and exclaimed, "I like this!"

After saying that, Fan Xian picked up his chopsticks and ate the entire plate of bamboo shoots.

Leng Feibai's mouth twitched involuntarily, and he looked up and asked, "Butler Zhou, these bamboo shoots look quite fresh. Did Lao Ha send them?"

Butler Zhou's gaze was still fixed on Fan Xian. Old Madam Fan glanced at him and asked, "I'm asking you a question."

"oh oh"

Butler Zhou came to his senses and said quickly, "It was delivered by Lao Ha's nephew early this morning."

"Nephew Laoha?"

Leng Feibai deliberately frowned and said, "Hasn't Lao Ha always sent the food to the mansion? Why did he change to his nephew?"
The housekeeper's face was full of questions. "Old Ha is sick. Is there anything wrong with asking his nephew to deliver food?"

"No problem!"

Fan Xian put down his plate and said to Old Madam Fan and Leng Feibai, "Grandma, Brother Feibai, I'm done eating. I'll be leaving first!"

After saying that, Fan Xian walked out of the room in two steps.

As soon as Butler Zhou saw Fan Xian leave, he immediately started complaining, "Old Madam, I'm not being nosy. A plate of bamboo shoots is nothing, but this is..."

Mrs. Fan said nothing, but just looked at Butler Zhou silently. Butler Zhou was frightened and was about to leave when Leng Feibai's voice rang out, "Grandma, did I do it?"

Old Madam Fan nodded, and Butler Zhou quickly said, "Not really, not really. Young Master Fan Xian still..."

"whoosh"

There was a sound of breaking wind, and Leng Feibai knocked Butler Zhou unconscious with a slash of his hand.

Leng Feibai knocked Butler Zhou down and turned around to say helplessly, "Grandma, you're taking too much of a risk. To warn Fan Xian, you actually picked up a poisoned dish."

Mrs. Fan laughed and said, "Do you also realize that bamboo shoots are poisonous?"

Leng Feibai smiled. He couldn't see it before, but the wood-based mental method he was practicing now was called Shennong Liuli Gong.

He could sense what kind of drug was put in the food.

"Tie him up!"

Old Madam Fan said calmly, "Drag him to the front hall and wait for Fan Xian to come back, then we'll talk."

After saying that, Mrs. Fan stood up and left the dining room.

Leng Feibai took out a rope and tied up Butler Zhou, then turned to look outside. "By now, Fan Xian should have met Teng Zijing."

Over the past few years, Fan Xian had received many lessons in martial arts from Leng Feibai and Wu Zhu, and his strength had reached the eighth level half a month ago.

Not to mention facing Teng Zijing, he could even deal with Gong Dian easily.

What's more, Leng Feibai taught Fan Xian a set of small sword steps, which were enough to make him have few rivals within the eighth rank.

In the front hall, Leng Feibai brought water and splashed it on Butler Zhou to wake him up.

When Butler Zhou saw that he was tied up, Old Lady Fan was sitting in the main seat, and Leng Feibai was standing beside him with a gloomy face, he was immediately panicked.

"Grandma knows everything!"

Leng Feibai pinched Butler Zhou's neck and said playfully, "Butler Zhou, you are quite courageous. You actually colluded with outsiders to poison the food."

After hearing this, Butler Zhou collapsed. Not long after, Fan Xian also returned to the mansion.

Looking at Butler Zhou's expression, Fan Xian, who had belatedly realized something, immediately guessed something and pointed at him, saying, "So it was you. You were the one who colluded with the assassin to poison the food. It seems that both Grandma and Brother Feibai know about it."

Seeing this, Butler Zhou immediately defended himself, "Madam, I did this all for the Fan family."

"No rush, take your time!"

After Old Lady Fan finished speaking, she turned to Fan Xian and said, "Xian'er, kneel down and listen!"

Upon hearing this, Fan Xian immediately knelt. Butler Zhou continued to defend himself, "I was sent by the Second Madam to keep an eye on this kid Fan Xian. He's different from Young Master Feibai. Once he goes to Kyoto, he'll definitely fight for the Fan family fortune. Rather than letting him cause unrest in the family, it's better to get rid of him. Especially since this time it's the Inspection Bureau's request. I..."

Leng Feibai and Fan Xian showed no expression as they listened to Butler Zhou's words.

Mrs. Fan sighed, "Yes, for the sake of the Fan family, we can't be soft-hearted."

After saying this, Old Lady Fan stood up with the help of her cane, walked up to Fan Xian and said, "Xian'er, remember this: when you grow up, you must learn one thing: to be ruthless! Feibai, you can start now!"

Leng Feibai nodded and pointed a finger at Butler Zhou's forehead.

"Um"

Butler Zhou groaned, blood gushed out of all his orifices, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

"Get rid of the body!"

Leng Feibai calmly ordered, "Bury him in a coffin, and don't let others gossip about the Fan family."

Looking at Leng Feibai's expression, Old Lady Fan continued, "Seeing that you have no time to spare, if you can learn a little from your brother Feibai, then grandma won't have to worry about you anymore."

"My grandson can't learn to be like Brother Feibai!"

Fan Xian smiled and said, "Iron Palm Ruthless—Leng Feibai, that's not something that ordinary people can learn."

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