The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, he looked at the thing and sighed slowly: "Speaking of which, my little girl has been dead for many years..."
"Half Moon Ming Dy, rumored to be the Thousand-Hand Guanyin Tian Luoyu's unique hidden weapon, with it circling and flying, buzzing sharply, thousands of hundreds of people coming out, forming an array in the void. Ten years ago, this magical hidden weapon disappeared with Tian Luoyu's death In the Jianghu. But now... unexpectedly appeared in the Jianghu."
The old farmer's eyes moved.
Jiang Fan said: "This Tian Luoyu, your granddaughter Yun, do you think she is really dead?"
The old farmer's eyes were deep, and he slowly reached out to take the hidden weapon. He stared at it for a long time and shook his head: "It's just a copy."
Jiang Fan said calmly: "The equipment can be imitated, but what about the technique? Ban Yue Ming Dy's technique is unique in the world. I have never heard of a second person mastering its method of moving Qi and generating power."
The old farmer's eyes narrowed: "Have you seen it?"
Jiang Fan said: "A group of dead soldiers all used hidden weapons like this, and their techniques are very similar to those described in the weapons catalogue."
The old farmer said in a deep voice: "Who ordered this?"
Jiang Fan knew that he had immediately figured out the key. Only by finding out who was behind the scenes could the truth be revealed.
"We don't know, but they have repeatedly attacked the boy, and they won't give up if they think about it."
The old farmer looked at him: "Is this why you came to me?"
"You are the only one in the world who can prove this hidden weapon formation technique. Don't you want to see it for yourself?"
The old farmer said slowly: "The old man is not the only one in the farmer's family."
Jiang Fan said: "Are the current farmers still considered farmers..."
The old farmer said: "So, what does King Xiaoyao want the old man to do?"
Jiang Fan smiled and said: "First of all, he is not King Xiaoyao, but Jiang Yulang. Secondly, do whatever you are good at."
"Array..." The old farmer looked at him, "What's your plan?"
Jiang Fan scratched his head and seemed a little surprised: "Wait a minute, you agreed so easily?"
The old farmer snorted softly: "Old Fisherman Egret has mentioned you so many times in his letters. Now I still have an egret in my chicken coop."
Jiang Fan said with some guilt: "But I heard that you two don't get along very well..."
The old farmer waved his hand: "What happened more than a hundred years ago has long been ignored."
"Uh..." Jiang Fan looked at him: "I would like to ask, how long will you two live?"
The old farmer glanced at him: "Since you know Luo Yu is my granddaughter Yun, how old do you think the old man is? That smelly fish basket is one hundred and eighty-five years old, and the old man is five years old."
Jiang Fan is stupid, and there are two hundred and eighty old monsters.
Do martial arts practitioners live so long? For the first time, Jiang Fan felt that he should really study martial arts. If nothing else, longevity.
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"Oops - is it Xiaobai?" Jiang Fan looked at the egret that was nearly two feet tall in surprise.
"Tsk, tsk, you're already so big. How did you grow?"
Jiang Fan stroked the egret's wings affectionately: "If Xiaobai hadn't been born with male and female eyes, I wouldn't have been able to recognize him. Xiaobai, Xiaobai, do you still recognize me?"
The egret stared at Jiang Fan with wide eyes, one big and one small, for a while, shook its wings, let out a clear cry, and then put its wings on Jiang Fan's head and patted it gently.
"Hahaha," Jiang Fan couldn't help but laugh: "You really recognize me. I feed you golden carps every day. It's not in vain."
The old farmer was picking up eggs nearby: "Dabai Erbai's first one has grown so big in just a few years. It grows faster than the others, but despite its size, it is still a baby. This year, it has been there. Sending letters back and forth.”
"Tsk, tsk, Xiaobai, it's time to make a career." Jiang Fan played with the egret for a while, then followed the old farmer back to the yard after picking up the eggs.
This is a typical small farmhouse, with three small adobe houses, covered with thatch, and a small courtyard with an old locust tree growing in the center. It happens to be the season when the locust flowers are in full bloom. The sweet smell is really refreshing. .
The old farmer poured him a cup of Sophora japonica tea: "Speaking of which, I have heard about you for a long time. You are famous all over the world at a young age, and you have reached a high position that no one else can reach in ten lifetimes, but you look like a lazy boy no matter what. "
Jiang Fan chuckled: "That's right, that's how the boy is. Other auras and titles were all added randomly by others."
The old farmer said: "There is no wind without wind, and there is no wind without waves. You kid, this old man really can't see through it."
Jiang Fan scratched his head: "Just treat me as your nephew."
"Nephew? Do you know how old my nephew is? Most of them have been laid to rest."
"Ha...haha...that's what I meant. I tell you, when I called Mr. Yu the old fisherman, he always wanted to beat me up. But later on, I was clever and bought him off with a poem."
The old farmer snorted: "Shout it or not, you are really good at writing poems. You really deserve the title of Immortal of Poetry and Saint of Poetry. However, you are the second person in the world who dares to call him Old Fisherman. …”
"The second one?" Jiang Fan was stunned: "Who is the first one?"
The old farmer narrowed his eyes: "You met that person before... and you got a move..."
"Huh?" Jiang Fan frowned: "Am I fighting with someone? It must not be martial arts, but something else? To be able to call that old fisherman obviously not an ordinary person, and the age should not be much different... still Fight with me... Oh, I'll go!"
Jiang Fan's eyes widened, and he pointed in a certain direction: "That one?"
The old farmer glanced at him: "If you want to say that you are really awake, that's right."
"No way... Hehe..." Jiang Fan rubbed his hands and said, "Say, Mr. Tian, do they have something to do with each other?"
The old farmer snorted: "Think about it for yourself, the old man is not a gossip."
This is such a big deal, I never expected it, it’s just so obvious.
Suddenly he seemed to understand why that person was so unhappy with him...
The more he thought about it, the more interesting it became. Jiang Fan's eyes were wandering around, the corners of his mouth were raised, and his expression was very vulgar.
The old farmer couldn't help but pick up the cattail leaf fan and pat his head: "You are so young, your mind is full of chaos."
Jiang Fan scratched his head and smiled, but did not dare to ask any more questions.
"Then what should I call you?"
The old farmer waved his cattail leaf fan: "You know the old man's name. As for how to call him, it's up to you. Farmer, farmer, old farmer, old man, whatever."
Jiang Fan smiled and said: "Although the name is just a code name, I still have to respect you. Let's call you Mr. Tian."
The old man slowly shook his cattail leaf fan without comment.
"Say Mr. Tian, you four are known as the Four Hermits in the world. I am lucky enough to meet three of you, fishermen, woodcutter, farmers and hunters. Who is this fourth one?"
The old man snorted softly: "That loser... you can see the three of us, and you will probably meet us in the future. Why bother asking now."
"Okay. Then let's talk about Ban Yue Ming Dy?"
The old man slightly shook the cattail leaf fan twice and slowly placed it on the table.
"...Speaking of which, the old man likes my granddaughter Yun the most. It's a pity that she has been dead for ten years..."
"It's possible... she may have died." Jiang Fan said, "Have you seen her body?"
The old man said: "It is rumored that she died without a complete body and was completely destroyed. The old man has been searching for it for several years and found nothing, so he can only accept this."
"Farmers, what about farmers? They won't just let it go and just ignore it, right?"
The old man shook his head: "The farmhouse is no longer what it used to be. It has changed its taste a long time ago. The old man stopped asking about the farmhouse's affairs a hundred years ago. He also did not interact with them. Only granddaughter Yun was sent to the old man because of her injury. After that, they lived together for several years, and their relationship developed. Quite profound. This child is good. He stays with me for a month every year. He is diligent and smart, but he is talkative and annoying..."
He said something annoying, but Jiang Fan could clearly see the deep nostalgia in the old man's eyes.
