Jiang Fan really didn't want to talk to this guy anymore, so he had to turn to the fisherman: "But it's okay, at least within this year, Ling Yun will no longer actively think of ways to kill me."
"But she will kill me!"
The old handsome guy suddenly wanted to understand something and started to cry.
"What a crime. You are fighting and killing people at home. Why should I follow you and make noises? I'm just an outsider, okay? It's an unreasonable disaster -"
Jiang Fan rolled his eyes at him: "Okay, Commander, don't yell. We are more hated in Lingyun than you. Go back quickly. It's inappropriate to make such a big fuss and be discovered."
So the three of them, one mournful, one taciturn, and one full of worries, hurried back to Jianping.
Fortunately, the Taihua disciples were all gathered here, so they had no idea what was happening ten miles away.
Leaving the old fisherman and the old handsome guy to drink and relieve their boredom, Mr. Jiang wandered out alone to relax around the camp.
At this moment, the banquet is just halfway through, and it's time to get excited. With the blessing of drinks, these wealthy people have already put aside their restraints, and the Dajianping has become very lively.
Jiang Fan watched from a distance, not really in the mood to participate at all, but suddenly thinking mischievously, what would it be like if a hundred thousand thunderbolts were dropped here?
Although these people are all top masters in the world, there may not be too many casualties, but the excitement must be very interesting, haha...
Just when his thoughts were wandering off track, Situ appeared next to him, clasping his hands on the armrests of his wheelchair, staring at the trees not far away: "Your Majesty... It's cold and dewy outside, so it's better to go back."
Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment, followed his gaze and saw a figure in white clothes standing there quietly, seemingly looking at him.
At this time, Qin Xiao also walked to him, looking very alert. The man seemed to be standing under the tree very calmly, silently, as if he had always been there. But even they didn't realize when it appeared. Surrounded by their five masters, it was simply unbelievable.
Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes and stared for a while, then suddenly smiled: "No, nothing will happen in Taihua today. You stay here and I'll go take a look."
"Your Majesty, you can't..." Qin Xiao was startled and quickly tried to dissuade him.
Jiang Fan just waved his hand and walked over.
Qin Xiao wanted to follow, but was stopped by Situ Zheng: "No need... Your Majesty has his own opinions."
Facing the man's gaze, Jiang Fan came closer.
This is a middle-aged man in a long coat, wearing a white hat, a pair of long eyebrows, and an unwavering gaze. The most peculiar thing is that there is no sword on his back, but a wide scabbard.
Although Jiang Fan didn't feel any hostility or murderous intent from him, he still stood three feet away from him, sizing him up with interest and not speaking first.
"Jiang Fan..." After a moment, the man spoke slowly.
"It's me, sir?"
The man said calmly: "There are not many celebrities named Jiang. I just came to see my family."
"Your surname is Jiang?" Jiang Fan was stunned, and then a name came to his mind: "Jiang Chenzhou?"
The man said: "Lu Yao's senior brother."
Jiang Fan said: "Although you emphasize this relationship,... you and Lu Yai give people different impressions."
Jiang Chenzhou did not have a direct conversation, but looked at Wan Jianfeng.
"They are all from Taihua."
"Your Excellency, you mean that you all dislike me, Jiang Fan?"
The man shook his head slightly, "I rarely look at people, only swords."
Jiang Fan noticed that his eyes fell on the green snake around his waist.
"You want to see this?"
The man said: "The green snake's famous sword has her sword intention on it."
Jiang Fan suddenly felt interesting: "You seldom look at people, but it's not that you don't look at them, because you know that the person who uses the sword is a person. Do you want to see her through the sword's intention?"
The man was noncommittal: "It's to see the sword's intention. Can I borrow it for a look?"
Before Jiang Fan could answer, the green snake suddenly came out of its sheath and fell lightly into the man's hand.
Jiang Fan was slightly surprised, but remained unmoved, letting the man hold the sword in both hands and observe with his eyes lowered.
After a while, the green snake trembled and made a buzzing sound that sounded like pleasure. The man nodded, and the green snake immediately returned to Jiang Fan's waist.
"Good sword..."
The man looked at the returning green snake seriously and said.
Jiang Fan said: "It is indeed a good sword, don't you want it?"
The man said: "I Jiang Shenzhou is looking for a sword. I am here to observe thousands of swords in the world and the world's swordsmanship, but I don't need other people's swords."
Jiang Fan seemed to understand, "Then have you ever understood her swordsmanship?"
Jiang Chenzhou was silent for a moment, with respect on his face: "I seem to understand, but I don't understand, let alone understand."
Jiang Fan smiled, feeling quite proud in his heart. No matter what, it sounded like his wife was still very capable.
Jiang Chenzhou seemed to feel that there was no need to discuss the way of swordsmanship with him, and just looked at him: "Your way is not the way of swordsmanship."
Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment: "Oh? Then what am I?"
Jiang Chenzhou shook his head: "I seem to understand her way, but I don't understand your way at all."
This man didn't seem to like to talk much. His indifferent eyes, calm expression, and slow voice made Jiang Fan feel weird. He couldn't tell whether it was because he was alienated from the world or because he had some firm Taoism in his heart.
But Jiang Fan had a feeling that if this person didn't move, it would be enough, and if he moved, he would be hostile.
"Have you finished reading, please?"
Although he knew that he was Jiang Chenzhou, one of the three candidates, Jiang Fan didn't want to talk too much because he could also see that this person had no interest in talking.
The man slowly turned around and said: "A sword is a weapon. A gentleman keeps it in his body and waits for the time to move..."
After that, he walked away.
He walked slowly and normally, like an ordinary person.
Watching him leave, Jiang Fan stood there thoughtfully.
"This man... is extraordinary." Situ Zheng said as his wheelchair slowly stopped beside him.
"The hidden energy is like a river without waves, and the hidden power is like a mountain with huge weight. I have never seen such a person before."
"...Taihua..." Jiang Fan looked at Wan Jianfeng: "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon."
"In the Millennium Holy Land, martial arts are used to judge respect. If it were purely about martial arts, Taihua should still be above Mount Tai, and should never be underestimated."
The old handsome guy burped his wine.
Jiang Fan frowned and glanced at the wine gourd on the floor: "How long have you been out now, and you've drank so much?"
The old handsome guy said indifferently: "Taihua's wine, why do you feel bad about it?"
Jiang Fan didn't bother to argue with the wine fairy. He kicked away a few jars and sat down and said, "What kind of state do you think Jiang Chenzhou is in?"
The old handsome guy shook his head: "When you have reached a certain level of cultivation, you can suppress your breath. You won't be able to tell if you don't explode with all your strength."
Jiang Fan hummed, looked at the old fisherman who was concentrating with his eyes closed, waved his hand, grabbed a gourd of wine and took two sips.
"But I have a feeling that this person may be very powerful."
The old handsome guy nodded: "Well... the sense of martial arts is much stronger than before. I'm afraid this person's realm is extremely high, and his combat power should be very terrifying. Fighting against adversity is not a problem. But if he doesn't explode, you still can't see why, and neither can you." You should know that realm is very complicated."
