Chapter 191: Illusion

Chapter 191 Illusion

All the people standing in the inner hall watched the young man leave the yard, feeling like a dream. Now Chen Jiamu understands the meaning of Zhuo Bufan's phrase "Thirty years of people and horses, sixty years of Buddhas and dragons, don't deceive the young and poor".

Golden State Junior King.

Master of Budo!

Budo League, champion Hou!

Chen Jiamu and his wife's eyes fell on their daughter Chen Qingai, and there was nothing left in their hearts except regret.

Everyone in the Wang family breathed a sigh of relief when Zhuo Bufan left.

...

For half a month, Zhuo Bufan hid in the villa and never went out.

Outside the villa, white mist hovered around like a crane like a snake.

"I am rich as a cloud, and only eternal life is in my heart." Zhuo Bufan stood on the balcony of the villa, looking at the smoke and mist, and shook his head.

In the past half month, he has consolidated his strength in the foundation building period. Even if he meets the person behind who sent someone to grab the tripod last time, Zhuo Bufan is confident to defeat him, but in the past half month, the opponent seems to have nothing. action.

Shaking his head, Zhuo Bufan didn't even think about it. He glanced at the faintly visible villa on Shaohua Lake, and Ye Ziqin hadn't contacted him for half a month.

"Counting the time, school has already started. It seems that I have to go to school to report." Zhuo Bufan muttered to himself, and suddenly the phone rang.

It was a call from my mother.

"Xiao Fan, school has already started, have you gone to school?" Zhou Biyu's voice contained a hint of complaint: "Come back and see me when you have time."

"Mom, haven't I been busy lately? I will come back to see you when I have time. Don't be angry, or your son will feel guilty." Zhuo Bufan said with a smile. He also wanted to accompany his mother to make up for the three hundred years. It’s a pity that he cultivates immortality, traveling against the current, and retreating if he doesn’t advance, and he also wants to cultivate to a higher level. This may allow his mother to live for decades.

Zhou Biyu happily said: "Alright, okay, knowing that you have grown up and have your own business, take care of yourself outside, don't worry about your mother, you know? If you don't have enough money, just speak up."

"I know my mother, I still have money, don't worry." Zhuo Bufan nodded, and his mother asked a few more words before hanging up the phone.

Last time in Zhongzhou, he made some money and bought a lot of medicinal materials. It was almost consumed. The rest of the money went to Tianmei Company, and only a little money was left for living expenses.

The most important thing for his current cultivation base is to hone his Dao heart and realize his life. It is already a negligible effect to improve his power by simply relying on the elixir. Unless he can get a real spiritual grass, it’s a pity that this kind of spiritual grass is rare. , Where is it so easy to get.

Zhuo Bufan did not apply for top universities such as Qingshui and Tianlan University this time. Instead, he applied for the Highland Barley University in Fengsheng, one of the top ten universities in Languo. He wanted to be closer to his mother. If there is any accident, he can Go home in time.

"I will report to Fengsheng University tomorrow."

After tidying up things, Zhuo Bufan didn’t intend to take away the villa’s spirit gathering formation. Instead, he arranged a formation to transport all the aura in the villa to the villa where Ye Ziqin lived. Now his own cultivation base just absorbs these. Lingwu can't improve much, it's better to stay and help suppress the cold in Ye Ziqin's body.

Having booked the flight ticket for tomorrow morning, Zhuo Bufan did not practice tonight, but was lying on the bed ready to take a solid sleep.

Unknowingly, Zhuo Bufan suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of him, like a thick winter fog. Suddenly a breeze hit, and these thick fog gradually dispersed, and there was actually a green bamboo garden around him.

The wind is blowing thin and thin bamboo leaves, these beads are beautiful and tall, and suddenly a gorgeous woman wearing red neon clothes and holding her hair came out of the bamboo forest, with all kinds of styles and breathtaking eyes of phoenix and phoenix. There are thousands of styles in the eyes.

She was so far away that people could not see clearly, but with two or three lotus steps under her feet, people had already arrived in front of Zhuo Bufan, dancing with long sleeves, squinting his eyes and bringing his nose to Zhuo Bufan’s neck. After sniffing, an intoxicating scent like musk orchid penetrated Zhuo Bufan's nostrils.

The woman kept her long sleeves stroking Zhuo Bufan's face, and I am afraid that any man would be confused by such a woman, but Zhuo Bufan's eyes were still clear.

"The son." The woman suddenly stood behind Zhuo Bufan, and a soft voice sounded like spring water: "The son is stuck in place like a wood. Isn't it because the little girl doesn't have the slightest charm?"

Speaking of words, the woman's tone was even with a touch of sadness and disappointment. If any normal man listened to it, she might have a desire to protect her.

"Who are you?" Zhuo Bufan said lightly, unmoved.

Suddenly there was wind under the woman's feet, and she fluttered towards the back. She was already ten meters away from Zhuo Bufan. With a wave of her red sleeves, a guzheng appeared on the spot. A thin-necked white porcelain vase with a cuckoo stood beside the former. The incense rose into white smoke, with a strange fragrance permeating.

A woman sits on the ground, her slender fingers flicking the strings with the sound of wind and bamboo, and a sound of the piano spreads out, tactfully and long, like a mountain stream spring water hitting a pebbles dingdong dingdong dingdong, and like a fine wind blowing a bamboo forest, rustling, but carrying a few Sorrow.

Zhuo Bufan had learned some rhythms, and could not help closing his eyes to listen carefully, but nodded.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano became like a torrential rain, like a heavy rain and a gust of wind, the woman raised her head, and as her fingers flicked, several invisible sounds turned into blades in the air and quickly flew towards Zhuo Bufan.

"It's a pity that this beautiful piano sound is also wasting this quiet mood." Zhuo Bufan opened his eyes fiercely and waved his hand. The blade that was like a broken bamboo suddenly condensed in the air, and finally collapsed and dissipated like smoke.