Now I have to believe in fate.

If his wife hadn't been poisoned and if he hadn't gotten to know Mrs. Xinwang, it would have been impossible for him to approach Master Fakong.

Because I always thought Master Fa Kong was a liar.

Master Fakong not only cured his wife's poison, but also cured himself of his serious illness.

I have wasted half of my life, isn't it because I was desperate and turned to wine to drown my sorrows?

Now, all of a sudden, his injuries have completely recovered, and he can start practicing again, and sooner or later he will be able to recover his cultivation level.

This is just like a dead tree blooming into spring, what is it but destiny?

Fa Kong smiled.

"No, I have to go back and talk to Madam." Fan Ye couldn't stay any longer and said, "Master, come visit me another day. I still have a few wine cellars in my house. I'll give it to Master next time."

Bring more."

"The poor monk accepted it with a smile." Fakong said with a smile.

"Haha..." Fan Ye laughed: "As long as the master likes it, let's go, Yu girl!"

He turned around and strode out.

Fan Ningyu took a deep look at Fakong, bowed to him, twisted her waist and walked away lightly, following Fan Ye.

The two people left the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple surrounded by guards.

"Are you convinced now?" Fan Ye said excitedly: "You know how powerful you are, right? Don't think that all your peers are idiots and are not as good as you. You have met too few people, and your vision is far behind!"

"Grandpa, I understand." Fan Ningyu replied helplessly.

Grandpa has been waiting for such an opportunity for too long, and now that he has finally found it, he will definitely not let him go. He will have to listen to his nagging along the way.

Fan Ye suddenly shut up and frowned.

Fan Ningyu looked up and saw a group of guards approaching a handsome young man.

The handsome young man is not tall and rides on a snow-white horse, which makes him look even shorter.

He looked at Shen Fei, triumphant, with a look of disdain between his brows.

When people see him, they only think that this young man is handsome, wearing a brocade robe, the white horse is white without a trace of hair, only the four hooves are black, the eyes are bright, full of aura, the saddle is shining with gold, and the aura of wealth is overwhelming.

In addition, the eight guards were divided into two rows, four on the left and four on the right. All of them were as tall and strong as iron towers. At first sight, they knew they were not easy to mess with, so they consciously stayed away.

"Why is he here!" Fan Ningyu frowned.

"He's not here to find you, right?" Fan Ye snorted: "Don't provoke him!"

Fan Ningyu shook her head: "Grandpa, I didn't provoke him, it was him who got involved. What can I do?"

While the two were talking, the handsome young man sitting on the white horse was suddenly overjoyed. He saw Fan Ningyu and waved hurriedly.

He even left the saddle with his buttocks, stood up, waved his hands and shouted: "Miss Ningyu! Miss Ningyu! Miss Ningyu!"

Fan Ningyu clasped her fists helplessly and said calmly: "Fourth Prince."

It was Chu Lun, the fourth son of Prince Yi.

"Drive!" Chu Lun shook the reins, and the tall and elegant white horse sprinted, nimbly passing through the bustling crowd, and appeared elegantly in front of Fan Ningyu.

On such a bustling Suzaku Avenue, it is really surprising to see such a tall horse nimbly passing through the crowd like a fish swimming without hitting any pedestrians.

Fan Ningyu didn't show any surprise.

The name of this white horse is Yi Yiyun, which is a divine horse. It was raised by Chu Lun since he was a child. He has a similar mind and is said to be proficient in Qinggong.
Chapter completed!