Chapter 248 A comfortable life
Seeing this, Li Xichen smiled bitterly. It seems that this time, Master Yang has offended the second sister. It’s not good to get involved with anyone, but Tang Anya. Otherwise, with the second sister’s previous temper, she would not have such abnormal behavior.
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He looked at the old flower farmer and said, "Grandpa, what do you think Master Yang is thinking? He actually decided to fight a life-and-death battle with Wang Zexiu, Wu Tongchen, and Gong Feiyang at the same time. No matter how I think about it, I don’t think he has any chance of winning."
Li Shuran and Li Tai’s eyes became a little nervous.
Even Li Tai, who has admired Yang Fan to the core, thinks that Yang Fan’s move is too crazy, and can only be described as courting death.
"No matter how much chance he has of winning, this matter is no longer something that Xingyuan Mansion can control." The old flower farmer lit a cigarette again and took a deep breath.
Li Xichen and others were silent.
Indeed, this life-and-death battle involves the Sword Saint Family, the Gong Family, and the Changsheng Temple. Even if the Li Family has a good status in the Feng League, it is impossible for them to be enemies with the three major forces at the same time.
The old flower farmer made the decision: "Let's wait and see. Don't contact Yang Fan, and don't alienate him. Let Bai Cangyan stay at the Tang Family... My old friend is undergoing a critical fasting practice. It will take another seven or eight days before he can spare time. Wait for him to confirm the situation at home before making a decision."
Li Xichen and Li Bingyan both nodded.
"What old friend? What family situation? Grandpa, why don't I understand?" Li Tai looked confused.
Li Shuran was also confused.
The change in the feng shui of the ancestral home was too serious. In the Li family, apart from the old flower farmer, only Li Xichen and Li Bingyan knew about it.
As for Li Tai and Li Shuran, one was unruly and unruly, and the other was too young and inexperienced. Once the secret was leaked, there would be endless troubles.
"That's enough."
The old flower farmer didn't want to explain any more, so he got up and left, leaving Li Tai, who was full of curiosity, pestering Li Xichen and Li Bingyan with endless questions.
Li Shuran sat there, as quiet as a beautiful woman. When she was absent-minded, there was a strange color flashing in the depths of her beautiful eyes.
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In the next few days, Yang Fan lived a very leisurely life in the Tang family. It can even be said that he lived like a retired old cadre.
Sunbathing, smoking, reading, lying on a lazy chair, tasting the Kung Fu tea brewed by Tang Anya, while watching the beauty boxing, and answering some Feng Shui questions for Jian Xinyi after the work was done. A day was almost over.
When it got dark, he drank two cups of aged wine with Mr. Tang, and commented on it casually. It was not wrong at all, which surprised Mr. Tang. He regarded him as a confidant in wine and took out all the fine wines he collected that he was reluctant to drink on weekdays as if they were free.
Bai Cangyan never left the Tang family, claiming that it was his duty to protect Yang Fan. The Tang family turned a blind eye to Yang Fan's face.
Unknowingly, ten days had passed.
It was sunset again.
There was a small hill in the Tang family, and there was a viewing pavilion on the hill, which occupied a good feng shui.
Looking east, most of Beichen City can be seen, with bright lights, wine and women, and all kinds of life.
To the west, there are thousands of mountains covered with snow at dusk, the sun setting in the west, and the vast world.
After spending some time together, Yang Fan and Tang Xinzhai have become drinking buddies. A few days ago, Tang Xinzhai brought Yang Fan to this pavilion like a treasure, to enjoy the sunset and drink fine wine, which was very pleasant.
So, these few days, the two of them would go to this pavilion to drink at this time every day.
Tang Anya and Jian Xinyi were waiting on the side, watching the two men, one old and one young, bragging to each other.
