Ye Fan returned to his old house in the south of the city with great honor to win the top of the martial arts department of the Tenth Academy Joint Examination, and was also full of soreness and mental fatigue.

He didn't care much about his victory in the martial arts category.

What really excited Ye Fan was the "Martial God of Martial Arts" function in the book "Shang" was really powerful and unimaginable.

However, he found that starting a "Martial God of Martial Arts" consumed more mental power than he thought.

Moreover, the physical consumption is no less than the mental consumption.

After all, using magical basic martial arts, although only three moves require a high level of spiritual concentration and muscle concentration, almost mobilizing the power contained in every inch of his muscles, to erupt that level of magical skills.

"That's amazing! This is just an entry-level "Basic Three" martial arts. With just one punch, one kick, and one step, all martial artists and examiners were stunned."

"It's just that it's too much."

"Wouldn't it be even more terrifying if I used my first-level martial arts?"

"I have to try my best to improve my cultivation!"

"Otherwise, you will not be able to activate the first-level or above martial arts skills and perform martial arts gods."

Ye Fan was so tired that he didn't want to move a little finger. He was extremely looking forward to using his primary martial arts after his cultivation level increased greatly.

He fell on the bed, lay down happily, and took a break to restore his excessively exhausted spirit and physical strength.

I don’t know how many hours passed, Ye Fan was sleeping in a daze.

I heard a thick duck man shouting outside the door, "Xiao Fanzi! Xiao Fanzi! Are you there? Uncle An Cai is here to see you!"

Ye Fan was shocked when he heard this familiar voice.

He didn't bother to sleep anymore, so he quickly turned over and ran outside the house.

Outside the house, there was a middle-aged rich man wearing silk and satin, holding a fat man about ten years old in his hand, pointing at the one-acre old house, as if he was the owner of the old house.

Their proud expressions were almost the same, obviously a father and son.

Ye Fan's face suddenly changed slightly, and he showed a full of compliments on his face in an instant, and he smiled and said: "Uncle An Cai! Why are you here? You said you and Brother Hao were coming, so I would prepare some side dishes and wine to entertain Uncle An Cai! You came suddenly, and I was not prepared for anything here, so embarrassing!"

"Don't call me Uncle An Cai, don't give me this set of ecstasy soup!"

The middle-aged fat squire waved his hand and said proudly, "Uncle An Cai has taken good care of you over the years! When did your father and mother die four or five years ago? You are still young and have no money to bury your father and mother. I borrowed you the twenty taels of silver from the second coffin book, right?

Three years ago, for you finally got into Nanchen Martial Arts Academy, I lent you another ten taels of silver to support you in school. Uncle An Cai is very pleased with you!

Now that you have graduated from Nanchen Martial Arts Academy, you should pay back the money. All the documents are there, including principal and interest. In the past four or five years, there will be at least hundreds of taels of silver."

"so much!"

Ye Fan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly bowed his hands and said with a smile on his face, "Uncle An Cai, please give it a little time. I'll raise all the money as soon as possible and give it to you in a few days!"

"Okay, Xiao Fanzi! You are so poor that you can't pay back the money. Even if you are asked to be a robber, your little arms and legs will not be able to grab a few taels of silver. I think your broken house is probably worth more than twenty taels of silver. I'll be generous and let you use this house to pay off your debts!"

The middle-aged fat man said disdainfully, "It just so happened that my brother Hao is also at the age of applying for the top ten junior martial arts academies. I am going to set up a house in this city so that he can study martial arts with peace of mind. Anyway, after you graduate from Nanchen martial arts academies, you will get out and you won't use this old house."

He is a rich man from a nearby town and his surname is Ye. He is a distant relative of the same clan as Ye Fan. He has always wanted to buy a house in Luyang City.

When Ye Fan's parents passed away, Ye Ancai borrowed some silver to Ye Fan and established a document, intending to swallow Ye Fan's old house when Ye Fan could not pay back the money.

Later, Ye Fan was admitted to Nanchen Martial Arts Academy and might become more prosperous one day. He immediately changed his mind and borrowed more money for Ye Fan to study, preparing for long-term investment.

Unfortunately, Ye Fan has always been at the bottom of Nanchen Martial Arts Academy. He has no future after graduation and has no hope of entering a higher court. This disappointed him who is preparing for long-term investment.

It just so happened that his own son was in his teens and planned to send him to the top ten junior martial arts academies in Luyang City to study, so he remembered that Ye Fan's old house was coming again.

"That's it! Xiao Fanzi, this house is my father now. You are poor and dilapidated, get out as soon as possible!"

The little fat brother Hao is only ten years old. He is wearing a small earth-making hat and a dog-tail grass in his mouth. He rolls his eyes and sticks out his tongue at Ye Fan.

"you!"

Ye Fan suddenly felt anger in his heart.

He is not that poor boy now.

With his current status as the top of the martial arts department of the joint examination of the Tenth Academy of Luyang Prefecture, of course, he would not be able to surpass Uncle An Cai, and even make them suffer great trouble.

But when I thought that my parents' coffin was borrowed by Uncle An Cai, I was borrowed by Uncle An Cai for the first year of tuition fees when I entered Nanchen Martial Arts Academy.

Even if Uncle An Cai didn't have any good intentions to repay him, for him who was desperate at the time, these two urgent money was also kindness.

He can't help but appreciate this love.

When Ye Fan thought of this, he couldn't help but soften again and smiled, "Uncle An Cai, please give me some time. This house is an old house passed down from my family. You can't sell it! I'll borrow your old money and you will pay it back in a few days."

"Return it? This is a hundred taels of silver. I want to pay it back in a few days. You are a fool! You don't think about it. How much can you earn if you are a little warrior who can work hard in a month? Three cents or five cents of silver?

If you deduct your food and clothing expenses, you will not have a few left. You are planning to raise all the 100 taels in thirty or forty years and pay them back?

At that time, the profit was more than one hundred taels, but it was thousands of taels of silver. Your descendants couldn’t pay it back. What’s the point of saying that these are useless?”

Uncle An Cai suddenly tensed up his face and laughed at him.

Ye Fan's face was red and he couldn't speak for a moment.

Hundreds of taels of silver are indeed a huge pressure for him at present, and it cannot be solved in a few days.

He hadn't figured out how to earn that hundred taels of silver.

The two were talking, and at the first night, some lights gradually appeared in the city.

At this moment, a low-key and luxurious carriage made of eight divine white horses slowly stopped in the street alleys, in front of the old house of Ye Fan's house.

"Young Master Ye, is You Young Master Ye here?"

From the car, a green maid walked down from the car, looked up at the door of the old house, and interrupted Ye Fan and Uncle An Cai.

"Who is this girl looking for?"

Facing this maid who was obviously a wealthy family, Uncle An Cai's face changed, and his originally proud face suddenly became calm.

Ye Ancai was just a local rich man in a small town near Luyang City. Even the wealthy families in the city were in charge and maids, even the managers and maids of the wealthy families, had always looked down on them.

Uncle An Cai couldn't help but show his doubts when he heard the green maid ask about Mr. Ye, and pointed at Ye Fan, "There is no Mr. Ye here, only my nephew Xiao Fan."

The woman in green glanced at the middle-aged fat man dressed in a obviously rich man, ignored him, and then looked at Ye Fan.

"This young master, are you Ye Fan?"

Seeing the boy in front of her was so ordinary, her eyes showed suspicion.

But when I think of some legends about the top young man in the martial arts department, this person is indeed not good-looking and very ordinary.

"I am Ye Fan! Miss is looking for me?"

Ye Fan was stunned for a moment and nodded.

"It's Mr. Ye, my lady is invited! Please get on the carriage!"

The woman in green smiled and said.

Ye Fan looked at Uncle An Cai. The property dispute between him and Uncle An Cai had not been resolved yet.

"Dad! Why is such a beautiful sister coming to find Xiao Fanzi?!"

The little fat brother Hao opened his mouth in surprise, and the dog-tailed grass on the corner of his mouth almost fell off.

Uncle An Cai was turning back from surprise, raising his hand and giving him a chestnut on his head, scolding him, "It's big or small, you can call Xiao Fanzi, you should call him Brother Fan!"

"Brother Fan!"

Brother Hao was stunned, rubbed his head, and shouted in grievance.

"Xiao Fanzi! Since there is a lady who wants to invite you, then you can go and do it first. Uncle An Cai is not in a hurry! It's all a trivial matter here. Uncle comes to find you again!"

Uncle An Cai turned to Ye Fan, with a smile on his face.

Even the low-key and luxurious carriage pulled by eight white horses, he recognized that even the country rich man with a slim vision, was a standard carriage that only the eight great families in Luyang City could ride. And he had to be a lady or a young master or above to be qualified to ride a carriage of this level.

The owner of such a family actually sent such a high-standard carriage to specially invite Ye Fan, which was a courtesy that was extremely respectful.

He, a rich man in the countryside town, dared not delay his business.

"Okay! Uncle An Cai, I'll tell you about that."

Ye Fan felt a little relieved, looked at the carriage, thought for a while, and then followed the woman in green onto the luxury carriage.

After entering the carriage, he immediately smelled a little faint scent of a girl in the carriage.

Obviously, the real owner of this carriage is indeed a girl, and she is also a lady from the wealthy families of eight aristocratic families.

The woman in green also got on the carriage and sat down next to Ye Fan, so close to her. She looked at Ye Fan several times from time to time.

Ye Fan's mind flashed and he sighed in his heart that the green maid was beautiful and dignified and beautiful. Just a maid was like this. This wealthy family was indeed extraordinary.

A coachman drove a carriage toward the bustling streets of the city.

"Mr. Ye, you don't ask which lady you hired? Can you get on the carriage of a rich lady?"

The woman in green looked at Ye Fan, showing a hint of contempt and couldn't help but say, "Hmph, it seems that this Luyang Prefecture Tenth Academy Joint Examination is the top of the martial arts department. The rumored genius boy in poor families is just like this. He is just a person who is competing for the flames and supporting the dragon and the phoenix."

Ye Fan glanced at her faintly and said:

"This carriage is low-key and luxurious, and there is no obvious characteristic inside and outside. But this carriage that dares to use this specification has only eight wealthy families in Luyang Mansion.
To be continued...