It has been several days since he returned from the superpower group. Luo Zhuo has been reclining in the courtyard these days. The people in the superpower group have not come to trade with him yet. Liu Yang doesn't know where to go to celebrate the New Year. The accumulated jade has been consumed. Fortunately, he still has some low-level pills in his hand to practice.

There was a guest in the courtyard these days. Shu Hui came here to inquire about Wang Xiaosong's situation. After learning that Wang Xiaosong was practicing in the same place, she left without saying anything. She was quite sympathetic to this strong girl Luo Zhuo, but sympathy was useless. He had already helped all the things he could do. The rest depends on Wang Xiaosong's own efforts.

Another thing was that Wen Ya called him, but she did not mention the fact that she was kidnapped. She left the woman in red and returned home, which naturally made her parents and Zhu Siwei breathe a sigh of relief. As for the mercenaries who had gone but never returned, Zhu Siwei was also confused, which saved him a lot of money. Although he did not tell Luo Zhuo, Wen Ya still told her parents and Zhu Siwei about her speculation about Liang Chen. Wen Ya's father and Zhu Siwei worked together to mobilize domestic forces to encircle the Liang family's business. The Liang family went bankrupt not long after, and this matter was a matter of later.

After telling Luo Zhuo that she would go back to the capital after the Lantern Festival, Wen Ya hung up the phone and put it down. Luo Zhuo felt a hint of melancholy in his heart. It seemed that he had been lonely for too long and would have such emotions. He didn't know how his former brothers were living now. He sighed to the sky, shook his head, threw these emotions out of his mind, and continued to set off his posture to practice Zixiao's body refining.

As the sun rose, Luo Zhuo finished his night of cultivation. A trace of almost undetectable purple energy of Hongmeng was refined into his body again. After washing his face, Luo Zhuo left the courtyard and did not drive. He found a place nearby for breakfast. He walked all the way south.

It was almost noon that Luo Zhuo came to an alley, which was not far from the Forbidden City. In ancient times, the alley lived in this alley with great officials and nobles. Now, each courtyard here is worth over 100 million yuan.

At the end of the alley, Luo Zhuo stopped. This yard was his residence in the capital. It was not a rented place like the one he had bought many years ago. Although he had not lived here for a long time, he still felt like he was going home when he came here.

He reached out and pressed his hand on the door and felt the restriction on the door. Luo Zhuo smiled slightly. The reason why he had never come here after being injured was because of this restriction. His house did not need to be locked. When the restriction was first placed, he was still a Mahayana cultivator. The restriction he set up, let alone now, even if the cultivation world was still there, not many people could break it. After losing his cultivation level, he could not open the restriction himself, and there was no way to come back.

However, now that he has recovered from his foundation-building cultivation level, the foundation-building cultivator naturally cannot break the restrictions set by the Mahayana monks. However, after all, this restrictions were set up by him himself. He was very clear about how to break them. Standing at the door, Luo Zhuo formed hundreds of handprints in one minute with both hands. If someone saw them, he would definitely feel dazzled and could not see Luo Zhuo's movements clearly.

With a "crunch" sound, Luo Zhuo's hand fell on the door again, and the door opened in response.

"We're finally back." After crossing the threshold and looking at the familiar courtyard, Luo Zhuo sighed. This place was opened. I don't know when he could recover to the realm where he could return to Kunlun Cave Heaven.

This is a three-entry courtyard. It used to be a house of the Six Ministers. After Luo Zhuo took over, he was rebuilt. Although it was still quaint, it was a bit different from the previous style.

Luo Zhuo did not stay in the front yard, so he walked directly to the back yard. According to the layout, this is the place where the owner lives, and further back, there is a small garden.

Luo Zhuo pushed open the door of a room. It seemed like a ancestral hall. There was a table of Eight Immortals opposite the door. On the wall in front of the Eight Immortals table, there was a portrait hanging on the wall in front of the Eight Immortals table. On the portrait was an old man wearing a Taoist robe and a child-faced face. The Taoist robe fluttered, as if he was about to fly away. This was Luo Zhuo's master. The portraits of the ancestors of the Kunlun School were all in the Kunlun Cave Heaven. Luo Zhuo hanged a portrait of his master here for a thought.

"Master, it's been more than six hundred years, and my disciple has never given up. I just want to know why?" Luo Zhuo looked at the portrait and murmured to himself, his eyes turned red.

Luo Zhuo stood in front of the portrait for a long time before leaving the room and walked into a room next to him. It looked like a study room, with calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls. If someone who knows the goods saw it, he would be shocked to see it. The hangings here were all calligraphy and paintings of famous masters from all dynasties. Judging from the quantity and quality of these calligraphy and paintings, they are better than ordinary museums.

When he arrived at this room, Luo Zhuo felt a little better. Looking at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall and the things around him, Luo Zhuo raised his mouth slightly and murmured: "Fourth Junior Brother, I have used a lot of kung fu to collect these calligraphy and paintings you like. Second Junior Brother, I don't know if you are still fighting when you meet. Junior Sister, Senior Brother, have learned a few new specialties. If you have the opportunity to meet, you will definitely have enough food."

Luo Zhuo lingered in the study for a long time. He rubbed every item for a while. At the end, he sighed and left here. He walked to another room. There was a elixir in this room, which was almost exactly the same as the elixir of the Taishang Laojun in the TV series. However, Luo Zhuo could not use this elixir. This elixir requires cultivation of the true fire of the elixir in the Dantian to be used. The elixir cannot be used. There are some elixirs in this room that Luo Zhuo used to practice before, but he also despised the elixir too low and had no storage space. Things that he looked down upon before now have to be used to make use of it carefully. Now, Luo Zhuo will not waste anything that can be used to improve his cultivation.

He put all the pills into the bracelet, and the string of storage beads on his wrist was only opened to the first one, but there was enough space for them to store them.

After cleaning up the elixirs, Luo Zhuo left the elixir room. Most of the other rooms were idle and there was nothing that Luo Zhuo was using now, so Luo Zhuo did not check every room. After packing the elixirs, he walked to the quiet room. After leaving Qinling, his qi cultivation level was almost still these days. Instead, Zi Xiao's body refining has made progress every day. Now there is an additional batch of elixirs, which can catch up with the qi cultivation level.

Before Luo Zhuo could enter the quiet room, he heard a pounding knock on the door. He frowned. He had just opened the ban, so why did someone knock on the door? No one seemed to know about his place.

"Is anyone at home?" Luo Zhuo came to the front yard and heard someone shouting at the door.

Luo Zhuo opened the door and saw a man standing at the door. The man looked pretty white and had a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, looking gentle and kind.

"What's the matter?" Luo Zhuo asked.

"Is it Mr. Luo Zhuoluo?" the man said with a smile on his face.

"It's me, if you have anything to do, I'm very busy." Luo Zhuo said.

"Hello, Mr. Luo, I am the director of the street office here. My surname is Zhang. This is my business card." The man held a business card in both hands and handed it to Luo Zhuo.

Luo Zhuo reached out to take it and glanced at it. The name on the business card was Zhang Teng.

"Mr. Luo is busy with noble people. This house has been empty for more than half a year. We don't have your contact information. Today I happened to be on duty. Seeing that the door is open, I took the liberty to disturb me." Zhang Teng said with a smile.

"Is there anything to ask me for?" Luo Zhuo said impatiently.

"That's right." Zhang Teng observed his expression and saw Luo Zhuo's impatientness, so he said, "Mr. Luo is the owner of this house. There is someone who likes Mr. Luo's house. Mr. Luo doesn't seem to live here forever. The other party offers a fair offer, so I'll ask Mr. Luo if he intends to sell the house."

"No." Luo Zhuo glanced at him. When did the street director become a real estate agent? "Please, I have something to do." Luo Zhuo slammed and closed the door.

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