In the evening, Lengjia Courtyard in Langzhong District, Jiangzhou.

This wealthy mansion, which is surrounded by mountains and rivers, covers an area of ​​more than 40 acres, is rare in such a developed modern city today.

The main building of Leng’s house is only three stories high and adopts a retro style.

The towers and pavilions, the winding galleries, and the flowing waters are arranged in a staggered manner, which pays great attention to Feng Shui.

Due to the Leng family, there is no building with more than three floors far and near.

Of course, this is a unique Jiangnan style of Shili Water Town, and it is also a famous wealthy area in Jiangzhou.

The new urban area has already been filled with tall buildings, and the dense cement forest is so depressing that it makes people breathless.

The two clearly distinguished regions clearly highlight the gap between the rich and the poor in this world.

Two sharp car headlights came from far to near, and he drove straight in.

Leng Fanyi got out of the car and threw the key away.

"Miss!"

The security guard quickly took the key and parked the car.

The head of the family Leng Junfeng was about to go to the old man's place when he saw his daughter coming back and shouted, "Huan Yi, come here!"

"Dad, is there something wrong?"

Leng Fanyi put down his backpack and casually put his hair down, revealing a perfect silhouette.

Leng Junfeng is in his forties and has a very charming uncle style.

No matter from any angle, he is considered a handsome man, and his powerful genes have been perfectly passed on to his children. Of course, his wife was also a famous beauty, but unfortunately she was poor in her beauty and died in the grudge fifteen years ago.

Although there are countless beauties who admire him over the years, Leng Junfeng has never remarried.

Majestic eyes looked at his daughter for a while and asked in a deep voice, "He Pingfan has made a fool of himself again?"

The Leng family has always been well-informed, and what they want to know is absolutely impossible to hide from their eyes and ears.

Leng Masahiro had long been accustomed to it and said without caring, "A little thing!"

Leng Junfeng apologized, "I'm sorry for you, Wu Yi."

"You can refuse."

"It's been eighteen years, and I don't think He Pingfan has done anything."

"The Xuan Sect may be ruined in his hands."

Leng Fanyi said lightly, "It doesn't matter, just treat it as a favor to them!"

"When the favor is paid off one day, we will be cleared."

That’s right, there will always be a day when human favors are used up. Even if you give more, you will use human favors less.

Seeing that his daughter saw so thoroughly, Leng Junfeng's face was deep, "Go!"

"I'll go see the old man."

Leng Fanyi turned around and went to his boudoir.

The core building in the middle of the Leng Family Courtyard is the old man's residence.

In this huge family, dozens of buildings distributed are strictly divided. The old man naturally lives in the core location of the Shen family, and the head of the family Leng Junfeng lives in Dongyi.

The second child lives in Xiyi, and then Leng Fanyi's aunts and aunts each divided their own residence.

Leng Fanyi is a little princess in the family, and she has her own independent little attic.

Similar to the millions of sports cars just now, she owns more than ten cars alone. The underground parking lot of Leng’s family is simply a luxury car exhibition hall.

In the bedroom, there was a photo of a woman in her thirties hanging, and she looked very similar to Leng Masahi.

It was getting late, and Mr. Leng, who was nearly seventy years old, was still in high spirits and was still practicing calligraphy in the study.

The butler carefully stayed by his side, laying paper for him and handing him towels.

The eldest son Leng Junfeng knocked in and shouted respectfully, "Dad, it's time to rest!"

The old man didn't even put his pen on it, and asked while writing, "Is there anything wrong?"

Leng Junfeng glanced at the butler, and the butler immediately avoided it tactfully.

"The He family's affairs should be settled."

Leng Junfeng said a little, paying attention to the old man's expression.

The old man asked, "Do you have any objections?"

"This is not the case, but continuing to affect Hua Yi will not have a good impact."

The old man put down his pen, Leng Junfeng quickly handed over the towel, "It's been eighteen years, did the He family lied to us?"

"He Pingfan has always been sick and ill, how could he have any spiritual appearance?"

"I think he is probably useless."

The old man raised his head and didn't say anything, obviously thinking.

Although He Pingfan's father died in battle fifteen years ago to protect the Leng family, the Leng family has asked himself that he is not bad about the He family.

As Leng Fanyi said, human relationships will always be used up one day.

If there is no legendary mysterious spirit body in the ordinary body, then his existence is meaningless.

What the old man hesitated was that after all, the He family was killed and injured, and if the He family were kicked away at this time, it would inevitably attract quarrels.

"We can't be criticized by thousands of people!"

The old man sighed deeply.

At the beginning, I was too careless. In order to thank the He family, I promised to take care of Li Suying and his son, but even made a marriage contract.

Now that eighteen years have passed, He Pingfan has no sign of spiritual enlightenment?

Instead, he became more and more sick and died young.

If He Pingfan died one day, wouldn’t Leng Fanyi have a bad reputation?

Therefore, this matter must be explained as soon as possible and cannot be delayed.

Leng Junfeng said, "It is certainly inappropriate to ask us to ask, but what if he asks it himself?"

The old man's eyes fell on Leng Junfeng's face, and of course he understood the eldest son's meaning.

"Li Suying is a stubborn man!"

After clicking, I returned to my seat and sat down.

Leng Junfeng understood, "I'll go to He's house tomorrow and give them something to you."

The old man waved his hand and Leng Junfeng stepped out.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, how can Li Suying in the rental house sit still?

He Pingfan returned to the room for three hours, but there was still no movement.

With only the last few dozen minutes left in eighteen years, can there be a miracle?

The stubborn Li Suying stood up and walked towards the spiritual seat of the old man and her husband in front of the shrine.

There was an incomparable silence in her eyes.

"Old man, Zhiyuan, the He family has only this little bit of flesh and blood. You must bless ordinary people."

"Don't let him have something to do!"

"If there is anything unexpected happening in ordinary times, I can only come down to accompany you."

In the bedroom, He Pingfan frowned and sweated heavily.

Half of the scriptures in "Xuantianlu" kept appearing in front of his eyes. He practiced repeatedly according to the scriptures, trying to penetrate all meridians and condense the qi of the dantian qi on the top of his head to activate the spirit.

However, what he never expected was that every time he practiced his luck, he felt a torn pain all over his body.

A spirit without enlightenment is like a huge black hole, endlessly swallowing the dantian energy that has been condensed, and may even endanger your life at any time.

I have been tossing and struggling for more than a dozen times, but I always failed at the most critical moment.

"Is it because my practice method is wrong?"

He Pingfan was talking to himself in his heart.

"No, I don't have much time left for me. Instead of waiting for death, it's better to fight for this life."

"Anyway, it's meaningless to live a life of ill health."

He Pingfan opened his eyes and wiped away the sweat from his forehead.

"I'll try again, even if it really wants to devour my life, I will admit it!"

The eighteen-year-old boy showed a trace of stubbornness.

The faint breath in the dantian is like a weak fire seed in the storm, which may be extinguished at any time.
To be continued...