Outside a simple courtyard, a slave shouted loudly with a respectful look on his face.
A moment later, a tall figure strode out of the courtyard. When he saw the servant standing in front of the courtyard, he frowned inadvertently and said impatiently: "Ah San, why are you here?"
The person in front of him was Song Fan, who had been in seclusion for three months, and this servant named Asan was Song Fan's personal servant.
Each elite disciple will be assigned a slave to follow him when he comes and go. After Song Fan became an elite disciple, he practiced in seclusion without leaving the door or stepping outside. Having a slave by his side would be a hindrance.
Therefore, he told his slave Asan that he did not need to be with him all the time. Unless there was something important, he should not disturb him.
"Master, it's like this. Miss Lin Qianqian from Youyu Tower is going to hold a piano concert and invites the young master to come and listen to the piano."
Ah San didn't dare to show any neglect, handed out an invitation and said at the same time.
"Qin Hui?" Hearing this, Song Fan's expression changed. He had heard Lin Qianqian's Qin Hui once. It was like the sound of nature, touching the heartstrings, and it was indeed worth listening to.
Song Fan took the invitation, glanced at it briefly, and asked casually: "I wonder if this piano is for just me, or for many people?"
"I heard that Miss Lin Qianqian has invited many young talents from Donglin County for this piano recital. Moreover, she will also select a destined person from among them to form a relationship with her."
Ah San sweated. He, the young master, really dared to think about Lin Qianqian's status. She was a famous strange woman in Donglin County and the object of admiration for countless elegant people. How could she invite him to listen to the piano alone!
Song Fan nodded thoughtfully and said, "I know about this. In the evening, please accompany me to Youyu Tower."
Hearing this, Ah San was overjoyed and said flatteringly: "Thank you young master. I think the young master is full of energy and his cultivation is improving day by day. If this continues, he will surely shine in the war of hundreds of tribes in more than a year."
, won the first prize in one fell swoop.”
Ah San started to flatter her, and her mouth was slippery.
Battle of hundreds of tribes!
Hearing these four words, Song Fan's eyebrows arched slightly, then relaxed.
Ah San wanted to say some more flattering words, but Song Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he had to drive him away.
As evening approached, Song Fan went to Song Cheng's courtyard, wanting to meet him and go to Youyu Tower to participate in the piano performance together.
In addition to Song Fan and Song Cheng, other elite disciples of the Song family have also received invitations to Youyu Tower. However, Song Fan and Song Cheng obviously cannot urinate in the same pot as the others.
Most people in the Song family are close to Song Junwei and Song Zixi. Song Fan and Song Chengda tend to be isolated and marginalized. Fortunately, they don't care about things other than cultivation.
When Song Cheng and Song Fan met, they were both shocked.
Song Fan looked at Song Cheng in front of him, his eyes a little fiery and said: "Congratulations to cousin Song Cheng for making another breakthrough."
I saw that the aura exuding from Song Cheng's body at this time was much stronger than three months ago, and there was a soul-stirring power hidden in his body. This was obviously a sign of great progress in cultivation.
Hearing this, Song Cheng did not pretend to be humble, and smiled and said: "I am practicing at the ninth level, thanks to the earth milk essence stone you gave me."
Song Cheng was originally at the eighth level of strength training. After using the Earthly Milk Essence Stone to cleanse his marrow and cut his veins, he went into seclusion for three months and broke through to the ninth level of strength training. He was only one step away from entering the realm of true energy.
"Don't just talk about me, what about yourself? Tsk tsk, you have benefited a lot from these three months of hard training!" Song Cheng looked at Song Fan in surprise.
Song Fan smiled sarcastically.
If Song Cheng's cultivation speed is fast, then the word "fast" cannot be used to describe his own cultivation speed. It can simply be called abnormal.
During the three months of seclusion and hard training, Song Fan opened an acupuncture point every three days on average.
In other words, he had opened a total of thirty acupoints. In addition to the sixteen acupoints opened before, Song Fan had opened a total of forty-six acupoints. And as long as forty-nine acupoints were opened,
You can break through to the eighth level of strength training.
It can be said that Song Fan has already crossed the threshold of the eighth level of strength training.
In three months, from the fifth level of strength training to the peak of the seventh level, who can compare with this speed of cultivation!
Song Cheng was not too shocked by this. Ever since he learned that Song Fan could refine the spirit-accumulating grass, he had a feeling that this guy could not be judged by common sense.
The two chatted for a while, and then went to Youyu Tower to participate in the piano concert.
Today, Youyu Tower is very lively, with bustling people coming in and out, and the noise is endless, almost breaking the threshold of Youyu Tower.
As soon as the two of them arrived at Youyu Tower, a young and beautiful maid came forward to welcome them in.
As soon as they entered Youyu Tower, the two of them were shocked again.
The piano concert has not yet started, but many people have already gathered in Youyu Building. There is no empty seat in the entire first-floor hall. There are so many people everywhere. Some people stand straight in the corner of the hall when they see that there are no empty seats.
Song Cheng showed a strange look on his face and said: "I'm afraid these people are here just to get married with Lin Qianqian."
"Please take us to the private room on the second floor." Song Fan said to the maid beside him.
The environment of the independent private room on the second floor is much better than that of the hall on the first floor. Of course, the price is also quite high. Money is an external thing. Both of them regard money as dirt, so naturally they will not care about this expense.
Upon hearing this, the maid immediately led the two of them up to the second floor.
"Huh?" As soon as he stepped onto the second floor, Song Fan felt a hostile gaze coming towards him, and felt something strange in his heart.
Turning his head to look, Song Fan narrowed his eyes slightly and locked eyes on a pale young man dressed in fine clothes, with a thin body and a slightly sickly complexion.
At this time, this young man in Chinese attire was also staring closely at Song Fan, his eyes full of resentment.
Yan family, Yan Lei!
This person was none other than Yan Lei, who had had issues with Song Fan before. He was an out-and-out playboy.
Yan Lei was surrounded by a group of slaves, and beside him stood an imposing young man in white.
The young man in white clothes noticed the hostility in Yan Lei's eyes and moved his lips, as if he was asking Yan Lei something. Yan Lei also moved his lips and replied. The young man in white clothes looked at Song Fan again.
A look full of disdain and contempt.
"What? You have some beef with Yan Lei from the Yan family? The young man in white next to Yan Lei is called Yang Yun, and he is a descendant of the Yang family in Donglin County."
Sensing that something was not right about the surrounding atmosphere, Song Cheng frowned and whispered in Song Fan's ear.
"Yang family, Yang Yun?"
Hearing this name, Song Fan raised his eyebrows. This name seemed familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.