In the past, he had his master and brothers, but now he only has one disciple left.

"If it's really like what my master said, King Zhou, I'm really unable to see through you."

Lu Chuan looked up at the deep night sky. The wise emperor, Emperor Xin, left the wise man, refused to do it, but he wanted to be the foolish king, King Zhou. What's this operation?

The next day.

After Lu Chuan breathed, he practiced boxing in the yard. Suddenly, a pretty maid entered the yard and walked over with a folded piece of fabric.

"Young Master, this is the clothes the national teacher has brought to you."

The maid said, "The national master said that you must put it on when you go out today."

Lu Chuan stopped and took a look. It was dark blue. It looked like it was made of silk fabrics. It cost at least dozens of taels of silver to make such a piece of clothing.

"Master."

Lu Chuan shook his head and smiled. How could he not understand Shen Gongbao’s meaning?

Today he went back to Songjiazhuang to pick up his father. These good things also represent face. They were worn for those who were in Songjiazhuang and his father.

Tell them that they are doing very well now, and of course they also give their father a face for everyone.

Lu Chuan said to the maid: "I understand, just put the clothes in my room and go back!"

"Young Master, the national guru asked me to stay here to serve." The maid said,

“Serve?”

Lu Chuan looked at the maid like this, well, she was seventeen or eighteen years old, beautiful and beautiful, and she came out of the palace.

However, Shen Gongbao knew that he was practicing Taoist skills and could not break the beauty of a woman, so he would send such a beautiful maid here...

There is a problem!

Lu Chuan's eyes became alert in an instant.

Given his master's nature, he might be thinking of tricking him again. When he couldn't control the female sex, he suddenly appeared and gave him a "surprise," and then took the excuse to deal with himself.

Thinking of this, Lu Chuanshen nodded with consent. It was really possible that this was the case.

So he waved his hand and Lu Chuan said, "No need, I'm used to being alone, and it's not a good thing for one more person. You go back!"

The maid looked at Lu Chuan in surprise and finally left with a strange look.

"What do you think? Don't think that Master Dao is also the kind of man who can't walk when he sees a woman."

Lu Chuan muttered seriously in his heart: "I am a cultivator, not a woman."

When practicing Taoism, one should focus on practicing purity and few desires. Therefore, after practicing this Tao for a long time, most people will not have much desire in that aspect.

For example, his master and the twelve masters and other masters, only Jiang Ziya became a relative of the entire Academic Sect, but unfortunately he married a half-tigressed tigress.

After entering the room to change his clothes, Lu Chuan put the Zixiao Sword into the secret realm of Tibetan soldiers in his body. When he was about to go out, someone had already parked a carriage at the door.

Although it is not the car of Shen Gongbao, it is also decorated in a gorgeous and elegant manner.

"Young Master, the national teacher let us go with you."

Four sabers came with horses. Although they were just empty, they looked majestic and very handsome.

Lu Chuan: "…"

He has already arranged everything for him, what else can he say?

I originally wanted to be low-key, but when his father was in the Song family, he kept his eyebrows down and his eyes working diligently to support his stupid son.

Since he is also developed today, it is better to give his father a face and a mighty man, not to do bad things.

Thinking of this, Lu Chuan said to the four guards: "Go and call eight more people."

"yes!"

The four guards were stunned. This was a bit different from what the national teacher said!

Soon, the twelve sabers of fast horses protected a carriage out of Chaoge City.

"drive!"

After leaving the city, everyone rushed forward and raised the smoke and dust to Songjiazhuang.

Songjiazhuang is thirty-five miles south of Chaoge City.

At the beginning, Lu Chuan was riding the simple flatbed carriage from the Song Mansion and heading to Chaoge to purchase banquet supplies, and it took almost an hour to rest.

However, the carriage is too simple, and the horse is also a bad horse, so it will naturally take a long time to use it.

But now, these horses in the National Master’s Mansion are all given by King Zhou, how could they be bad?

In less than half an hour, everyone followed Lu Chuan's guidance to Songjiazhuang.

After entering the village, the car slowed down again and slowly drove towards the location of the Song Mansion in Lu Chuan's memory.

Such a gorgeous cart and more than a dozen fierce and majestic guards, as soon as they entered the village, they immediately attracted the attention of the villagers of Songjiazhuang.

Finally, the cart stopped in front of the Song Mansion.

Lu Chuan opened the curtain and looked outside. After six or seven years of separation, the red walls and green tiles were seen, and the scenery in front of the Song Mansion was still there.

The door is closed.

Lu Chuan said: "Go and call me."

"yes!"

A guard got out of the room and knocked on the door, and soon a servant came to open the door.

But when he saw the guard at the door with a big, big waist and round waist, half a piece taller than himself, his face changed suddenly.

The big man said in a muffled voice: "Go in and notify your master, the disciples of the country are here to visit your mansion.

"Be kind!"

Lu Chuan scolded in the car, and then said, "You guy, please report it to me if you have any help from me."

These rough men were speechless.

He didn't even have the skills to speak, he was so fierce that he was like a big villain.

“Yes, yes!”

The servant nodded and looked out. There were more than a dozen such strong men standing there like a wall.

Look at that gorgeous carriage, those who can sit in this kind of carriage must be either rich or noble.

Seeing such a situation, he was not delayed. He turned around and ran to the hospital for reporting.

At the gate of the Song Mansion.

Some villagers in Songjiazhuang gradually gathered together, and gradually became more and more. They all wanted to see what kind of person was sitting in such a grand car.

Soon the two servants ran out and opened the gate of the Song Mansion.

A group of people surrounded a fat old man with white hair, pleated faces and crutches in his hands, and almost unable to walk.

"I don't know that the distinguished guest is here, and I am missing you. I hope you can forgive me." Song Yiren came to the car and said with his fists.

The curtain was raised, and a very handsome young man in blue clothes jumped off the carriage, and his eyes slowly swept across the people in front of him.

The fat old man was easy to identify with Song Yiren, Song Shan, the eldest son of the Song Mansion on both sides of the left and right, and Song Ze.

There was also a young man who was half a head shorter than him and looked a little worse. Lu Chuan recognized him as Song Yu, the third master of the Song family who bullied him back then.

Then there were a few women from the Song family.

Finally, a respectful figure was half a step behind these people.

While he looked at everyone, everyone was also looking at him.

"Old owner, long time no see."

Lu Chuan said with a smile and clasped his fists.

"Disciple is..."

Song Yiren was hunched over and was stunned when he heard this. He raised his head and stared at Lu Chuan for a long time, saying, "Please forgive me for my dizzy eyes. Don't remember where I met my distinguished guest?"
Chapter completed!