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

Biyun Pavilion is said to be on the bank of Yanshui River, but in fact it is suspended on the part of Yanshan Mountain that bulges out towards Yanshui River.

In 2002, the municipal government took the lead in planning to build 180 sightseeing pavilions on the waterside of Yanshan Mountain, from where one can overlook the vast Yanshui River and look up to admire the magnificent mountain scenery and the clear sky.

At that time, several pavilions including Biyun, Xianyun and Duiyue were built first. However, due to financial constraints, the construction was delayed again and again. When the leadership team was changed, the focus was placed on the development of Yanbei District, and the pavilions have been idle ever since.

A few years ago, the few pavilions and flat land that were available were sold publicly. Among them, the Biyun Pavilion changed hands several times and was finally acquired by a tourism development company under the name of the Yan family.

Unexpectedly, today would become the place where the Yan family would meet Li Sutong in front of all the noble families in Qingjiang Province.

Yan Weiguo stood at the bow of the ship, thinking about these things, and couldn't help feeling a sense of sadness that a hero had come to an end.

"The wind is strong on the river. You have just been injured. Be careful not to get cold air into your body."

Without even turning around, he could tell from the footsteps that it was his old friend Huo Ying before the person spoke.

Although Huo Ying scolded him for being too scheming in the matter of Yan Yuqing, Yan Weiguo didn't really hold a grudge against him.

The relationship between Huo Ying and him is no longer just a simple friendship, but more like a confidant who can trust each other through life and death.

"It's okay." Yan Weiguo waved his hand without looking back, nor did he have the mind to appreciate the magnificent scenery of Yanshui River.

His mind was still a mess.

"Old Huo, what do you mean by Grandmaster?"

If it was only the pressure from Li Sutong and some aristocratic families, Yan Weiguo would not have found it so difficult to cope with it.

The only fundamental reason why he was afraid to act rashly was the great master who dominated all the warriors in Qingjiang Province.

"You just think too much." Huo Ying stood side by side with him and complained, "Li Sutong and the Grandmaster are both at the Huajin level. No matter what he thinks, he is not on the same path as you and me."

Once he enters the state of Hua Jin, there are really few people in Qingjiang who can catch his eye.

"Don't think too much." Yan Weiguo shook his head, his old eyes flashing with wisdom, "Have you ever thought about why Li Sutong wanted to tear his face and attack us?"

"It's fine to say that he wants to avenge his disciple, but I'm afraid that the Grand Master's appearance this time is not to support him... but to the higher-ups..."

When Yan Weiguo mentioned this, his eyes were filled with sadness.

"The horses are put aside in the southern mountains, and the swords and spears are put into storage. I am afraid that this peaceful world will hardly accommodate the Yan family of Yanshan, or the Yan family of half Yanshan."

"You can't say that." Seeing that he had said something wrong, Huo Ying coughed twice to remind him.

Noticing that Yan Weiguo's brows were still furrowed, he couldn't help but make a confident conclusion.

"No matter how young he is, he is also a Hua Jin person. He is on the same path as those two. Don't worry, after Li Sutong meets Jiang Ran, the solution to today's incident will most likely surprise you."

……

Biyun Pavilion welcomed a scene not seen in ten years. People from the Han family, Chu family, Lin family and other aristocratic families in Qingjiang Province all gathered here, with at least more than twenty people.

The most eye-catching person among them was a young woman in her thirties. She wore a fitted satin cheongsam that showed off her plump figure. Her every frown and smile looked like a ripe peach.

Unfortunately, this peach ignored the focused gazes of many men and just stared in the direction of the only mountain road leading to Biyun Pavilion.

"Ms. Lin, how is your father doing these days?"

Most of the people present had just arrived. After they greeted each other warmly but distantly, a man came up to her and started talking to her.

Lin Siting politely withdrew her gaze and gently touched the hand that the person who spoke extended. "Thank you, Brother Han, for your concern. Father is always well."

Brother Han felt the slight coolness of her fingertips, then observed her flawless and delicate face from a close distance. A flash of surprise flashed across his eyes, and he sniffed the pleasant fragrance and spoke with a smile.

"After today's work is over, I will definitely find time to visit my uncle, and you will be a good host then."

Lin Siting pulled the corners of her lips imperceptibly and smiled awkwardly, "You're welcome anytime."

Seeing Han Chen still wanting to speak, and seeing others wanting to come over and say hello, she quickly spoke apologetically, "I'll go see if Mr. Su Tong is here."

When Han Chen heard the word "Su Tong", the heat in his heart seemed to be poured with a basin of cold water. He stared at Lin Siting's plump waist for a long while before calmly looking away.

"Brother Han, why didn't Chu Tianqi come with the Chu family? Doesn't this guy love to join in the fun? It is said that he often watches some black boxing matches in Nandu."

The young man who was speaking had an excited look on his face. He felt that today's trip would be worthwhile. If the Yan family and Li Sutong fell out, the scene would be even more exciting.

"Have you become a fool because of playing with women?" Han Chen felt that the fat meat in his mouth had become poison that he dared not touch. He was already unhappy, and when he heard Fang Chengyu's words, he almost laughed out of anger.

"Chu Tianqi has already turned to ashes, and even his father Chu Jichuan has run away. Do you still expect him to come here and join you in the fun?"

Fang Chengyu was shocked. "Fuck, I don't know. I just flew back from Maple Leaf Country the day before yesterday."

"The Chu family has suppressed this matter and has not spread it. According to my speculation, this matter may be closely related to the Qingyun Chu family." Han Chen glanced at the Chu family not far away inconspicuously and whispered inconspicuously.

"You mean there was a power struggle within the Chu family, and his family killed Chu Jichuan's son?" Fang Chengyu was like a spectator, surprised and excited.

"Don't shout." Han Chen tapped him on the head. "Just talk about this quietly in private. Don't let the Chu family hear it."

Fang Chengyu had been playing behind Han Chen since he was a kid, and was used to being spanked, so he didn't take it seriously. He didn't mention the incident again, but instead made lewd faces at him.

"Brother Han, that woman is obviously a pretentious person. She is still single in her thirties. I don't believe that she has no needs. She is just embarrassed to be around so many people during the day."

Han Chen felt really guilty now, and quickly covered his mouth, "Don't bring me into this nonsense you're talking about."

Fang Chengyu was just about to say that he had the intention but not the courage to do something, when he suddenly saw a black car show its head at the intersection of the mountain road and stop beside Lin Siting. He was startled and swallowed the rest of his words.

After spending more than half a year in Maple Leaf Country, he almost forgot the deterrent power of certain people and the helplessness of his Fang family when facing them.

Lin Siting took a deep breath, and when the car stopped, she opened the back door without waiting for the driver to get out.

There were clearly two people sitting in the back seat, but in her eyes there was only one person.

"Mr. Su Tong." Lin Siting's voice was as soft as cotton, light and without any strength.

In the carriage, a middle-aged man with black hair, bright eyes, and wearing a black casual shirt opened his eyes and looked at Lin Siting with some helplessness, "How many times have I told you to call me Uncle Li."

Lin Siting giggled and then turned to look at another person.

"Secretary Zhu."

There seemed to be something wrong with the order in which she greeted people, but neither Li Sutong nor Zhu Shao thought it was inappropriate.

Zhu Shao even had a smile on his face as he looked at the two of them teasingly.

"Su Tong and I are the same age. When I was young, I was much more handsome than him. Unfortunately, I have gray hair now, and I am not as popular as him with black hair."

Lin Siting's face turned slightly red, and she secretly looked at Li Sutong's expression. Seeing that he seemed unaware, she felt disappointed.