To be honest, she was really surprised. She must know that although Gu Qingshan was young, his status was ridiculously high. There were only three disciples of the Holy Lord. One of them died of old age before the Holy Lord, and the other one was also old. Decades later, The person who takes over Taihua may not be the Shujian Master.
But Taihua and Jiang Fan were completely opposites. If he had a close relationship with Jiang Fan, the things in between would be terrifying to think about. Meng Chanjuan suddenly felt more and more unable to see through this Heavenly Fox Dharma Throne.
She even had a vague and scary idea. Could this person be trying to conquer Taihua in advance?
Jiang Fan could see what she was thinking at a glance: "It's not as complicated as you think. It's just an exchange of interests. By the way, arrange for someone to check for me immediately where Taihua's people are hiding."
Seeing that he didn't want to say more and didn't dare to ask any more questions, Meng Chanjuan immediately arranged for Cuiyi to go and investigate.
"Simple. It may not be easy elsewhere, but this is Paradise City. Not even a fly can be hidden. As long as he hasn't left, he will be nowhere to be found in less than three hours."
Jiang Fan firmly believed in this. If no one could be found in Paradise City, this dark espionage kingdom could be closed down.
Although Meng Chanjuan is the Feng family's deepest spy in Paradise, she is only a young woman in her twenties. She has the same habits of a normal woman when it comes to gossip. The next moment she is concerned about Lady Golden Flower and Gu Qingshan. .
Jiang Fan doesn't know much about this, and he only heard about some things recently. In order to avoid Lin Xiaoqi, this guy ran out to wander around, and even made a high-profile acquaintance with a prostitute, trying to make Lin Xiaoqi stop thinking about it. In Jiang Fan's opinion, men have been poor at handling such matters since ancient times. Basically the same stupid thing, old-fashioned and vulgar, with no evolution in thousands of years.
I just find it interesting. Each of the Thirteen Hairpins of Bliss has a story. Just saying that I know them, the only one left seems to be quite innocent, Lu Zhuer. But if you think about it carefully, in a place like Bliss, it's probably not that simple to be one of the Thirteen Beauties.
The problem is that I haven't read the secret book in the Privy Council Hall yet. I really don't know about some people's affairs, and of course many of them are not recorded at all.
——
Deep in southern Xinjiang, there is an unknown mountain peak.
Not too high, not too low. It has no characteristics overall, and is inconspicuous among hundreds of thousands of mountains.
This remote peak has almost no roads, but there are people there.
There is a flat open space halfway up the mountain. It is not big, only about a dozen acres. Upon closer inspection, these wastelands seemed to have traces of reclamation, but they were now barren, with weeds as tall as a person completely covering the grain fields.
There is a stone house leaning against a gurgling stream. Under an old tree in front of the door is a three-foot-square lying cow stone, on which two people sit cross-legged opposite each other.
An old man with messy hair and a haggard appearance, and a young man dressed in black and wearing a bamboo hat.
They sat motionless like this for who knows how long, and a lot of dead leaves fell on them.
A gust of mountain wind blew by, lifting the young man's bamboo hat.
He finally slowly opened his eyes and looked calmly at the old man with his eyes closed like dead wood. After a long time, he stood up.
"Grandfather, remember this place. It was here that you killed thirty-seven of your bloodline relatives with your own hands, killing your emotions and nature, just to cut off the last human friendship and cultivate the so-called ruthless road... Stay, Listen carefully to their voices, their anger and howls... I don’t know if you have ever regretted it, but I will give you this opportunity to face your sins..."
He looked calm and spoke slowly: "I, Lu Hanting, practice the way of the killer. I am ranked... thirty-seven in the world of assassins. You understand this ranking. But you don't understand my way of the killer. Killing is for the sake of not killing." kill……"
He turned his head and looked to the northwest: "The wind is rising... He is calling me. It's time for me to go. Spend the rest of your life listening to their voices. I hope you... will die soon and be freed soon."
After saying that, he took one last look at the old man who was still as silent as death, then flew up and flew towards the sky, as if a black thin sword was slashing into the blue sky.
——
Jiang Fan set up five recruitment platforms in Paradise City to select talents in various ways.
The person who nominally presides over this recruitment platform is Old Master Zou of the Yin Yang family. But in fact it is a group of young people who are in charge.
At this moment, this group of young people were not at the recruitment platform. Instead, they boarded the Mingyue Tower with great anxiety and excitement.
They were once saved by the owner of this building, but their violent mood swings were not only because of the Dream Fairy, but also because of another person——
The real master in their minds, the real dean of Lishan Academy—King Xiaoyao, Jiang Fan.
Born as orphans, they were intensively trained in a special place, and finally arrived at Lishan, a place unique in the world. From orphans attracted by the most beautiful woman in the world, they became disciples of the most talented man in the world.
The opportunities in life are completely unimaginable to them. At the beginning, they came to Lishan with the same uneasy mood, entered the academy, and finally opened the door to the new world.
If, in their eyes, Meng Chanjuan, who pulled them out of the dead, could be called their mother of rebirth, then Jiang Fan was their father, the father who gave them new life and dreams.
For these young people who have mastered some knowledge of Lishan and re-created the three views through three years of hard training, Meng Chanjuan's status with some narrow thoughts is no longer comparable to that of her father.
If someone asks who they think they are, they will tell you with great pride that they are Xiaoyao disciples and new citizens of Lishan.
These ten people are now the best among the one hundred oldest people in Lishan College. Back then, one hundred of their classmates were sent out for internship and traveled across the land of Qin to launch a public opinion war against the Feng family's secret dynasty.
Due to their best performance, they were summoned to Paradise City a few days ago and will be re-entrusted with important tasks.
When they devoted themselves to talent selection, a surprising news came to them. The dean was about to return to Paradise City and summon them.
This made the ten people happy and worried for several days, and today they were finally brought to Mingyue Tower.
Soon, they saw the young man in white taking the tea cup from the familiar beauty whose face was covered by gauze.
Although they don't meet often, this appearance has long been deeply rooted in their hearts.
Immediately, ten people pushed the golden mountain and knocked down the jade pillar and bowed down at the same time: "Student, pay your respects to the mountain leader..."
Jiang Fan gently put down the tea cup and showed a warm smile: "Get up quickly, my students."
All the students excitedly saluted and stood up again.
Jiang Fan looked at them one by one, with a rather satisfied look on his face, but he took the lead in pointing his hand at Meng Chanjuan: "Students from Lishan, you are loyal, filial, courteous, wise and trustworthy, you should first salute your benefactor."
