From this point of view, Fang Quan’s villa looks more like a warm home.

Zhong Ling likes those vivid and colorful fish fry very much. He squats next to the fish pond and feeds them every day.

In a flash, more than a week passed.

Fang Quan has sufficient spiritual energy supply these days, and he vaguely feels that his breakthrough period is about to break through the sea.

The spiritual energy mass in his dantian became thicker and thicker, covering his dantian like a dark cloud. From time to time, drops of pure spiritual water dripped down.

As long as all the spiritual energy is condensed into water droplets, he will reach the Round Sea Period.

These days, Zhong Ling has gained something. She can clearly remember the meridian directions of her body and have a deeper understanding of spiritual energy.

She has reached the middle stage of foundation building!

Just before Fang Quan was about to break through the Round Sea Period, Gaoxinguo called.

Fang Quan had long expected this. After all, the Du family died in an unknown way. It was easy to hide the death of the Dragon City martial arts master Ouyang from ordinary people, but it could not hide the knowledge of those senior Chinese officials from the Chinese.

"Brother Fang, my old man wants to talk to you."

Gao Xinguo said solemnly, obviously thinking about words before calling.

"I know, I want to talk to Mr. Gao Zhenyi about some things."

Fang Quan said calmly.

Soon, Gaoxinguo drove to the outside of Fang's house.

Not only Gao Xinguo came, but Gao Yingying also came together.

As soon as he walked into the door of Fang Quan's family, Gao Xinguo's face changed and he became solemn.

"Brother Fang, why do I think your family has changed a lot?"

Gao Xinguo couldn't help asking. As soon as he walked into Fangquan Villa, he felt that it was obviously different from the outside world. The most direct difference was the temperature. At this time, it was late autumn in the outside world, but Longcheng, located in the northern part of China, also had a strong bleak smell. People were wearing clothes to keep warm. However, since they walked into Fangquan Villa, the temperature was as cool as early spring, which made people feel relaxed and did not feel the cold at all.

“It’s really different.”

Gao Yingying also grew up and said in surprise.

As the inheritor of Chinese national martial arts, her current realm is infinitely close to that of a cultivator, and she can feel the trace of spiritual energy in the world. However, when she walked into Fang Quan's house, she could clearly detect the existence of spiritual energy. The originally loose dantian wall showed signs of breaking.

Could this be the blessed land of the cave heaven and the ancient books recorded in?

Then the two of them turned their attention to the huge fish pond of Fang Quan's family.

It is late autumn, and the lotus flowers in the fish pond are in full bloom?!

This is not consistent with common sense!

However, the two of them were the generals after all. Although they were surprised by such strange things, they covered them up very well.

Fang Quan just smiled and didn't say anything, then asked, "Is there anything your old man is asking me for?"

Gao Xinguo smiled bitterly and then said, "Brother Fang, there is no other meaning. The old man is just asking you a few things. Thank you for what you did last time. He reflected your deeds to the above-mentioned Quan* guide. The leader attached great importance to you and rewarded you with merit."

Fang Quan nodded. He knew that the so-called rewards were just a cover, and the old man of the Gao family was just like asking about the cause of the death of the Du family.

However, he did not intend to hide it, because he knew that since China could successfully control the country from that year, there must be a shadow of a cultivator behind it.

The hero violates the ban with martial arts, while the Confucianism violates the law with literary arts.

The senior Chinese leaders know better about the world.

"Brother Fang, Longcheng has not been very calm recently. You should be careful then."

Gao Xinguo said in a deep voice, with concern in his eyes. He naturally knew about the Du family and also knew that Fang Quan was from the Fang family, so he said this.

Fang Quan nodded, then returned to the bedroom and told Zhong Ling, and stood up and left with Gao Xinguo and Gao Yingying.

The group of people came to the residence of the old man of the Gao family with a familiarity.

When I arrived at Mr. Gao's residence, the old man was picking apples under the apple tree in front of the door. It was the apple picking season. Although Gao Zhenyi's apples were not good, they were better because they were planted by themselves and they felt at ease to eat.

At this time, Mr. Gao was dressed more like a fruit farmer, dressed simply, and was surrounded by a guard guard who respectfully held a bamboo basket.

After seeing Fang Quan, he walked over with a smile, holding a few apples that had just fallen from the tree in his hand.

"My hometown is from Longyan City. Before the establishment of the country, I was an ordinary fruit farmer. I have been in Yanjing for more than 60 years and have been living in Yanjing. After getting old, I retired from the system and lived in Longcheng. I have been in Longyan City for many years. I have never returned to Longyan City except during the Qingming Festival. Although the apples grown in Longcheng are not as good as those in Longyan City, the taste is also good."

Gao Zhenyi smiled and handed the apple in his hand. You should know that his life experience is rarely mentioned to ordinary people.

Guard Jing next to him was surprised. You should know that being able to eat the apples grown by Mr. Gao himself was a symbol of identity. He could not understand Fang Quan's identity. The person who could let the old man of the Gao family hand over the apples, even the heads of major districts in China were not qualified.

Fang Quan just smiled and took the apple. This apple was much worse than the spiritual fruit he ate in the world of cultivation, regardless of the taste or effect.

After taking Fang Quan to the living room of the small villa, Mr. Gao waved his hand and the guard Jing left with tactfulness.

However, before leaving, I looked at Fang Quan a few more times. Could it be that this young man is the descendant of a large family in Yanjing? But unless he is the top young master in Yanjing, he can only receive such treatment as the old man. You must know that even if Longcheng Shi grows up, he may not be able to enjoy it.

Fang Quan sat firmly on the sofa, his face as calm as usual and had no words.

Mr. Gao beside him made tea himself.

"Wuyi Mountain Dahongpao, the mother tree, only produces dozens of grams per year. It has been banned for picking for many years. Haha, although picking is nominally prohibited, in fact, these things have been sent to the high-level Chinese houses, I only have more than one hundred grams in my hand."

The Dahongpao on the wooden tree was sold at a sky-high price of more than 200,000 in 20 grams a few years ago. Now it has risen to an astonishing price. Things that can't be drunk even if you have money are placed in front of Fang Quan at this time.

Fang Quan took a sip carefully and was slightly shocked. The big red robe mother tree can be regarded as a spiritual tree. Drinking more tea can prolong life, comparable to ordinary spiritual herbs. He immediately said: "This kind of thing is a good thing, drinking more can prolong life."

"Oh?! I've heard a Taoist priest say that this kind of thing is considered a magnificent thing. The Taoist priest also said that one gram of tea is better than a hundred-year-old ginseng."

Gao Zhenyi said in observing the words and expressions. He naturally noticed that Fang Quan's mood was very calm after drinking tea, and was flattered by the pride that there was no rare tea.

Little did he know that Fang Quan was used to eating top spiritual herbs in the world of cultivation, and he had long been accustomed to this kind of thing.

However, Gao Xinguo and Gao Yingying on the side were excited. They knew very well that even if their father came to pay New Year's greetings, they could not drink a sip of this Dahongpao tea. It seemed that the old man attached great importance to Fang Quan in his heart.

"Mr. Fang, I believe you have heard of what happened at the Du family in Longcheng a few days ago."
Chapter completed!