Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

Lakeside Villa, at six o'clock in the morning, a touch of golden red in the sky, although dim, has the potential to sweep away the remaining stars.

The workers in various parts of the manor have already begun to be busy. A dozen people in the Baiyuan Garden are collecting the flower-scented morning dew. The clear morning dew in the glass bottle is making shallow ripples as they move around.

"Hurry up, hurry up, the morning sun will rise, and the morning dew will be useless if it is burned by the fire."

The woman in charge, wearing a Suzhou embroidered cheongsam, observed the sky and gradually began to urge.

There were several helicopters hovering on the manor's apron, and uniformed patrol teams and security teams transported spring water flown in by air, as well as rare fruits from major private orchards into the manor.

At [-]:[-], Yan Weiguo finished washing up under the service of two young women. He stayed in the cloakroom for a while and chose a loose retro suit and a pair of thousand-layer cloth shoes on his feet.

"Xiao Zhu, ask the tailor to make two Tang suits using Song brocade. Do they know my size?"

As Yan Weiguo walked out of the cloakroom, he said in a deep voice without looking back.

"I'll notify the tailor right away and I'll remember your measurements."

Xiaozhu was wearing a Su's cheongsam with a moon white base and embroidered with bamboo patterns. It looked similar to what Tang Jing wore when she received Jiang Ran last night, only the color and embroidery were different.

"Let's have breakfast first. After dinner, I'm going to Jinguiyuan for morning exercise. Please inform me in advance that no one is allowed to show up in Jinguiyuan before nine o'clock."

It happened to be six o'clock when Yan Weiguo walked into the restaurant. He pulled out the chair and sat down without waiting for Xiaozhu behind him to step forward.

Xiaozhu brought out a basin of white porridge that was just right for the mouth, as well as a few side dishes from the private kitchen.

"Where is Lao Huo? Is he sick?"

Yan Weiguo waited for her to put the porridge into bowls. He looked around and felt puzzled. Huo Ying was usually a few minutes ahead of him, so it was a bit strange that he didn't come at this time.

Xiaozhu's face froze and he didn't dare to answer.

"What are you shouting about?"

Huo Ying was still wearing the white Tang suit from last night. He sat down leisurely while blowing his beard and staring: "You are sick, I can defeat you in three moves!"

"Eat, eat, do two tricks after eating." Yan Weiguo raised his eyebrows and looked at him provocatively.

"Xiaozhu, you go down first." Huo Ying ignored his teasing and waved to the woman waiting on the side.

Seeing Xiaozhu lowering his eyebrows and bowing politely, he quickly exited the room. After closing the door, he took a bowl of white porridge, picked up an unknown side dish with chopsticks, and took a few sips.

"Drink porridge, drink porridge, nothing to say, and I'm hungry again after peeing." He poured a bowl of white porridge, feeling a little unhappy, "This side dish is not bad."

"Why don't you ask the kitchen to cut ten kilograms of beef for you early in the morning, and get two kilograms of sorghum wine?" Yan Weiguo drank the porridge slowly, and the side dishes made a crisp sound in his mouth, "This rice is rouge rice, and the side dishes are made with agarwood. Agarwood mustard grown in Shenjiang for ten years."

"Don't worry about big fish and big meat." After saying this, he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at his old friend, "Did you have something to say when you kicked Xiaozhu out?"

Huo Ying slowly drank two more bowls of porridge, and ate all the side dishes on several plates in retaliation. Yan Weiguo could not hold himself back.

"No wonder the Japs can't kill you, and the wives can't rob you. You're such an insidious and scheming villain that you can keep your composure." He gave Yan Weiguo a thumbs up.

"Thank you for the compliment. It's well deserved." Yan Weiguo cupped his hands, showing no sign of anger at all.

Huo Ying smiled bitterly and shook his head, and immediately began to tell what happened last night.

Yan Chuan only notified Tang Jing last night, and usually when a junior invites someone to be a guest, he and Yan Weiguo would not be disturbed.When he met Jiang Ran, Yan Weiguo was sleeping soundly far away from Yunshuiting.

"I was wandering in the yard set up by that girl Yu Qing. When I heard some noise, I climbed up the wall and saw eight girls of different ages who were up late at night. When I went up to talk, I realized that the warrior whom the second brother had mentioned was here. The Yan family."

Yan Weiguo looked at him in confusion, "Why don't I know about this?"

"When he came, you were probably holding Mei Jiaoniang to warm the bed! It's not like I was still thinking about the secrets of Mizong Quan late at night." Huo Ying winked with an old face, which was a bit unserious.

"Besides, you said before that you don't need to report every trivial matter. How dare Xiaozhu tell you everything? It would be terrible if he was punished and had to wait for you to sleep."

"Have you ever fought against him?" Yan Weiguo didn't care about these teasing words, and his unmoved eyes suddenly shone brightly.

If Huo Ying really fights against the opponent and is sure that Jiang Ran is at the peak of An Jin, then Chuan'er may really have a chance.

The peak of An Jin at the age of 20 represents extraordinary martial arts talent and a profound inheritance.

Even if Jiang Ran can't save him, his elders may have a way.

"Fight?" Huo Ying smiled meaningfully, looking at his old friend's face moved by his son, and felt a little sad, "Let's consider it a fight."

"What do you mean by this?" Yan Weiguo frowned deeper.

"Jiang Ran is not at the peak of An Jin." Huo Ying's words took away the light of hope that had just appeared in his eyes, but the next words made this light shine out again.

"He is Hua Jin, the kind of Hua Jin that can leave the body."

Huo Ying spoke every word, and words could not suppress the excitement in his heart.

Not only was it a story about Yan, but it was also shocked by this incredible miracle.

Jiang Ran was not the dark energy, not the peak of the dark energy as they had guessed, nor was he the half-step energy that had just glimpsed the threshold. He was the real energy that could leave the body and almost destroy a house in its spontaneous operation.

"We generally call this kind of person a master!"

"Lao Pi Yanzi, when you see the other person, remember to hold the apprenticeship ceremony." Huo Ying looked at Yan Weiguo, whose face was horrified and unbelievable until his lips were trembling and speechless. He empathized and comforted him in a different way.

"Why don't you sew your mouth shut since you can't speak!"

Yan Weiguo gasped and cursed angrily, then laughed heartily, "Haha...hahaha..."

After all, he is a man who has struggled for decades. He quickly calmed down after laughing a few times: "So, Chuan'er is really saved?"

His laughter infected Huo Ying, and the crooked old man's expression became relaxed. After hearing the inquiry, he hesitated for a while and chose to pour a basin of cold water on him.

"Don't be too happy too early. You probably haven't forgotten what Longtou said back then."

"Yan Chuan has a neurological problem in his brain. Grandmaster Huajin may be able to repair it, but he has been using his true energy for many years to repair nerve damage that cannot be detected by medical science."

Huo Ying recalled the unkind words of the martial arts master many years ago.

"My true energy leaves the body to nourish others, which means I give up my own practice time and lack the nourishment of my true energy to my body. I can still help you in a day or two, but it takes several years, or even ten years of hard work to save an outsider. , why?"

Yan Weiguo was also stunned, yes, why would the dignified Grandmaster Hua Jin expend all his efforts to save an outsider?

As soon as he thought about this, he had an idea, "Is that Jiang Ran 20 years old? What is his personality and appearance?"

"Around [-], his bones are clear, but a little yellow." Huo Ying's eyes twitched, not knowing what his old friend was thinking.

"A little yellow? Which one is yellow?" Yan Weiguo hesitated.

"What I'm talking about is that he looks a little yellow and his skin is yellow, do you understand? You old-skinned swallow has been thinking inappropriately for a day!" Huo Ying snorted coldly, looking like I was ashamed to be associated with him.

"Yu Qing is 26 years old and Jiang Ran is 20 years old. Since their looks can catch your eye, Lao Huo, they are not bad at all. From this point of view, they are considered a good match."

The more Yan Weiguo thought about it, the more appropriate he felt. If he really wanted to facilitate this, Jiang Ran couldn't just watch his father-in-law suffer, nor could he say "why" or something like that.