Chapter 152: Zhuge Yun

It was indeed Wuhou Mansion in front of him, but it was now completely dilapidated. The original vermilion gate had faded, and there were many cracks on the wall. Even the red lanterns hanging high on both sides of the gate had been covered with spider webs.
Except for the bright Wuhou Mansion plaque that is still being wiped, there is no sign of human life here, just like an abandoned ancient house.
As his brows gradually unfurled, Chen Fan walked up the steps to the door, held the rusty knocker, and knocked a few times.
The crunching sound was extremely harsh. Obviously, Wuhou Mansion had not been visited for a long time, and the rust on the door knocker had affected normal operation.
After a long time, Chen Fan heard a faint footstep on the opposite side of the gate, followed by a squeak, making teeth sour.
The faded gate of Wuhou Mansion finally opened a gap.
A wrinkled, extremely old face appeared in front of Chen Fan.
"There is no one you are looking for here, leave quickly." The old man didn't mean to open the door to welcome the guests at all, and he immediately shouted.
Chen Fan seemed to have expected this situation a long time ago, and Zhangkou said: "I will come to Wuhou's last wish to find the descendants of Wuhou."
After all, Chen Fan took out the token left by Wuhou and shook it in front of the old man.
There was an unbelievable look in the old man's eyes, and he pondered for a moment and then said: "You can call me Lao Fu, and wait for me to pass it on."
After all, the old Fu left, and did not forget to close the door again before leaving.
Chen Fan waited for a long time before the door opened again, and this time, Old Fu had opened the door completely.
Chen Fan can finally see the old man's appearance completely.
I saw his gray hair, untidy, and his body crouched as if he was about to die. His eyes were already extremely cloudy, but they were shining brightly from time to time.
Especially at the moment Chen Fan watched him, there was a ray of aura from Lao Fu.
Based on that momentum alone, Chen Fan can conclude that the old man is definitely a martial artist, and his level is not low.
"I don't know what message your ancestor asked you to send?"
As Chen Fan was looking at the old Fu, a soft voice sounded in the distance.
Following the prestige, a woman who was wearing a cloth robes and a two-year-old woman appeared in her eyes.
The woman didn't have any pink or jewellery on her face, nor did she have any jewellery on her head. Her black hair like a waterfall was casually fixed with a wooden hairpin.
But even so, this woman also has a suffocating beauty, and her heart is as firm as Chen Fan, almost causing her mind to fall apart.
During the time when he came to the mainland of Kyushu, Chen Fan saw many beautiful women with different temperaments, Mu Wanrong, Luo Qingning, and even Xiaoqi. If this were placed in China, they would definitely be the people of the country.
But compared with the woman in front of him, it is slightly inferior.
Not because of face, but temperament.
The temperament of the woman in front of her was like an orchid in the empty valley. She didn't compete or grabbed her. She stood tall in the world, curvy and dazzling.
But in this temperament of incompetence, Chen Fan can still see the unparalleled firmness in her eyes, her thin body is like a grass swaying in the wind, but even so, she is still firmly rooted in the land, stubborn, unyielding!
It is these two temperaments that have deeply attracted Chen Fan. He has never seen any woman who can perfectly combine such completely different temperaments. It is really a descendant of Wuhou, really extraordinary!
Putting away the thoughts in his heart, Chen Fan straightened his mind, clasped his fists and said, "Chen Fan is here."
The woman also replied: "Zhuge Yun!"