Chapter 1205: Spring Festival

The first thousand two hundred and six chapters of the Spring Festival

The Spring Festival is the liveliest, grandest, and most meaningful festival for the people of Lan Guo.

Zhuo Bufan will take Long Geyue and Ye Ziqin back to his hometown in Qingzhou for the New Year.

Now that the Zhuo family is so in the sky, it is no longer the small family of the past. It is now ranked in the country. Of course, this is the extraordinary power of Zhuo to promote this small family in Qingzhou to the top of the country. The family can also be regarded as the legend of Lan Guo.

However, Zhuo Bufan was surprised or pleasantly surprised that he taught some martial arts to the juniors of the Zhuo family three years ago. Now it is surprising that Zhuo Fang is the first existence to become a martial arts master.

Ten days later.

Zhuo Bufan also left Qingzhou, but Ye Ziqin wanted to stay in Tianmei Group. In her words, she still wanted to stay in the ordinary society and work hard in the business sea, and didn't want to be a'little woman'.

"Okay, you can run the company with peace of mind, but don't leave to practice." Zhuo Bufan said helplessly.

"Thanks husband."

Ye Ziqin smiled like a flower and kissed him shyly.

At the same time, Long Geyue also left Jiangnan. There is still a lot of work to be done on the Wumeng side, and he must go back immediately.

Zhuo Bufan knew that these two confidantes were not ordinary women. If they were allowed to stay by her side, they would not be happy either.

Ye Ziqin's dream is to run his own company and to create a legend in the commercial sea; while Long Geyue's dream is to work in Wumeng and fulfill his dream.

"Well, I should go to Qinzhou too."

A azure blue flying sword was suspended in the air, and Zhuo Bufan lightly stepped on the sword body, and immediately turned into a azure blue streamer and disappeared into the sky.

...

Qinzhou.

Song Dynasty Club.

A classical leisure club is located in the boxes on the second floor.

Two young girls wearing ancient smoke patterns Bixia Luo robes knelt on the velvet blanket on the floor, and their soft hands were helping a man knead his feet.

"Brother, I know, you can rest assured that I won't mess around."

There was a man in a suit sitting in the box. After hung up the phone, he threw his phone on the sofa and glanced at his mouth and said: "My brother is really annoying. Call me if there is nothing to do. I'm going to make a decision for that girl from Zhang's family. Not to mention that the Nine-door Admiral has fallen, even if he is still there, what can I do with Luo Shaozhou?"

"What Luo Shao said is that the nine admirals have fallen. This Qinzhou is Shao Luo's world. If the girl doesn't know what it is..." The man with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks beside him gave a sinister smile.

"Huh? The woman Luo Shaozhou wants will naturally make her obedient. I disdain that kind of tricks." Luo Shaozhou snorted coldly.

"Yes, Shao Luo. Only people like me have this idea, how can a family like Shao Luo be like us." The man with the sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks said quickly.

"It's fine if you know. I'm going to negotiate with Chaofan Group recently. I don't have time to take care of this for now. You have to keep an eye on it for me."

As Luo Shaozhou said, moving his fingers, a bodyguard next to him immediately took out a box of exquisitely packed cigars and placed it between his two fingers.

"Yes, Shao Luo. But Shao Luo, what the **** does this extraordinary group have, it's easy to destroy them with the strength of the Luo family." The man with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek frowned and asked.

Luo Shaozhou said, "What do you know, if the Transcendent Group is so easy to win, I don't have to go out to negotiate with them, but...If the Transcendent Group does not know the current affairs, I don't mind letting them eat. Suffer hardships and try my Luo Shaozhou's methods."

"What Luo Shao said is that they should be given a little bit of color."

The face of the man with the sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks was flattering and flattering.

Qinzhou.

In a quiet courtyard in Guzhen Street, a figure appeared in the yard with a scream, and the figure gradually solidified, and a young man in casual clothes with fine black hair appeared in the yard.

"Zhuo Bufan." Zhang Huan was watering the flowers and plants in the medicine garden when he suddenly saw Zhuo Bufan who appeared in the courtyard with a bright smile on his face.

"Yeah." Zhuo Bufan nodded and asked: "Where is Mrs. Zhang?"

"My grandma went to the hospital and hasn't come back yet." Zhang Huan said with a smile.

Since the death of the Jiumen Admiral, the Zhang family has fallen, and even the people of the Zhang family have been fighting for property and interests.

Zhang Huan and his grandmother lived together. During this time, they were in a very bad mood. Now that Zhuo Bufan appeared, he showed a long-lost smile.

"By the way, the old admiral of the nine sects...I want to pay homage to him."

Zhuo Bufan said directly.

"Well, I'll take you there." Zhang Huan nodded. Hearing the name of his grandfather, the little girl's face showed a sorrow, but after a while the bleakness disappeared, and she returned to her lustrous appearance. .

The old admiral of the nine gates was buried in the cemetery of Nancheng. Zhuo Bufan took Zhang Huan's arm, pinched a magic trick, and flew directly into the air like the wind and waves, and flew towards Nancheng.

"what……"

Zhang Huan lowered his head, and after a glance, Qiao's face paled with fright.

"Don't worry, I will not fall."

Zhuo Bufan smiled.

The two of them were shrouded in a layer of true vitality, breaking through the air, forming a streamlined tail, staying in the air cover, not even a little wind blowing, stable and comfortable.

Zhang Huan quickly adapted, with a slight excitement on his face, flying in the air, which was no different from a god.

Less than ten minutes later, the two came to the largest cemetery in Nancheng. In a wide open space, they saw the tombstone of the Jiumen Admiral Father.

"Father, I am Zhuo Bufan to see you. I didn't expect you to leave last time."

Zhuo Bufan stood with his hand in hand, standing in front of the tombstone of the Jiumen Admiral, feeling quite emotional.

Although he is a cultivator, the Jiumen Admiral is just an ordinary person, but he once pressed the south and north of the Yangtze River, and he was considered a great hero, but he did not expect that he would fall to this point after death.

Zhuo Bufan sighed slightly, the ice crystals in the air automatically condensed and gathered, turning into a cluster of transparent chrysanthemums and slowly falling in front of the tombstone.

"Grandpa, I'm here to see you." Zhang Huan knelt on the ground, her eyes flushed, and tears rolled in her eyes faintly.

"What's the situation in Zhang Family now?"

Zhuo Bufan's eyes contained a murderous intent.

"Since my grandfather left, the house is now a piece of sand. My uncle, my second uncle, and my dad can't control the situation. Other branches of the Zhang family are also ready to move. Many people have been bought by Luo Shaozhou." Zhang Huan'touched' it. 'Touched' tears.

"Tomorrow at noon, in Zhenguan circle, you will let everyone in the Zhang family come over."

Zhuo Bufan said coldly: "Nie Jia Nie Yuanfeng, Chu Jia Chu Feiyun, Zhong Jia Zhong Shousong and others all came to see me together. I have been away from Jiangnan for so long. It seems that some people have forgotten me."

"Yeah." Zhang Huan raised his head, looking at Zhuo Bufan with red eyes. Zhuo Bufan's sword flew like a god, and it would surely be able to shock the Luo family.