"... This junior feels that the source of his huge funds is unknown, so he may not dare to report it..."
"What?" The Holy Lord obviously didn't understand what he meant by this nonsense.
"Ah, it's okay. I just don't know if he said it or not. Of course, this can be regarded as the boy's thoughts on the Holy Land Ceremony..."
"Come here..." The Holy Lord chuckled: "You must have made some kind of deal with that kid."
Ah - Jiang Fan opened his mouth, but did not dare to refute. In front of this man, any unreasonable fluctuation of his aura would definitely be noticed.
"Yes, that's right, it's no big deal. I'm too lazy to care about your juniors' private affairs, so just go ahead and mess with it..."
Jiang Fan was confused, the words of the Holy Lord had some meaning...
The Holy Lord did not continue to speak, but looked at him strangely: "Boy, the old fisherman has come out of the mountain. It seems that you already understand Fuyao's life experience?"
Jiang Fan scratched his head: "I just found out not long ago..."
"So you're using this to invite the old fisherman to come out?"
Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that this excuse was really suitable, so he nodded and smiled, seeming to acquiesce.
"Do you know your relationship with Ling Yun?"
Jiang Fan nodded: "That's why I didn't want to bring him here at first."
"Then bring it with you!" Changmei snorted: "Ling Yun has been opening the ice cellar for the past two days. I feel chilly even sitting in front."
Jiang Fan said awkwardly: "Be careful next time, be careful next time..."
Changmei glared at him with dissatisfaction, but his voice became a little slow: "Next time... you have to pay attention..."
His tone was a little strange. Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment and looked at him blankly.
Changmei smiled slightly, as if he no longer wanted to talk about this. He picked up the tea cup and took a sip: "Well, this tea has a unique taste. Mr. Jiang..."
He pointed to the teapot: "Do you understand?"
Jiang Fan's eyes moved slightly, he thought for a moment and shook his head: "No."
The Holy Lord also nodded: "It's not easy to understand..."
Jiang Fan asked a little confused: "Who are the other two people?"
The Holy Lord showed a faint smile: "I don't understand... but I seem to understand... but I still don't understand."
Jiang Fan said seriously: "Dare you ask me for advice?"
The Holy Lord shook his head: "It seems that he really doesn't understand."
"Yes." Jiang Fan nodded: "It's not the right time."
The Holy Lord said slowly: "Husband, the right time, the right place, and the right people are all indispensable."
Jiang Fan smiled bitterly: "Why do you seniors like to play riddles?"
The Holy Lord looked at him strangely: "You kid has done more charades than anyone else, and you still have the nerve to tell others off?"
"That's true..." Jiang Fan scratched his hair.
"Just admit it, kid. Since you admit it, I also admit one thing..."
He showed a strange smile: "I approve of your reputation as the great monster in the world."
"Ah?" Jiang Fan almost stood up.
"No need to be more surprised." The Holy Lord waved his hand, "Your little boy's heaven is chaotic, the blood is surging, and the wind and thunder are surging. It is indeed the appearance of a great demon coming into the world. Therefore, they proposed it, and I have no objection."
Jiang Fan listened blankly, not knowing what to say at all.
"They... who are they?" Jiang Fan quickly asked after realizing.
"They..." The Holy Lord raised his head and looked at something, and smiled slightly: "It's them."
Jiang Fan was speechless. If he didn't want to say something, he wouldn't. If he said something, it would be the same as if he didn't say anything. What about playing?
"Well, since this destiny is in chaos, it means they didn't see it clearly. If they didn't see it clearly, how could they say that the great demon came to the world?"
The Holy Lord said calmly: "Do you know a strange book?"
Jiang Fan's heart moved, and he suddenly remembered: "...which one is it?"
"That's the description in that book."
"It can't be wrong?" Jiang Fan was unconvinced.
"Of course, but I haven't missed it yet. What do you think I should do?"
Salad! Jiang Fan was helpless.
"Boy, do you believe in Wang Qi?" the Holy Lord suddenly asked.
Jiang Fan pondered for a moment and didn't know what to say. Don't you believe it? There seems to be luck in this world, and it's very accurate. At least his master and uncle are both masters.
"This... junior doesn't understand, and I don't dare to speak nonsense." He finally said honestly.
"Oh? So... do you believe in fate?" Changmei asked casually without comment.
Jiang Fan thought deeply and believed that the theory of fate was too vague. If everything could be explained by luck, why would a person have to struggle so hard?
Thinking of this, he said it.
"Heaven may have destiny and luck. But if the fate of the world is destined, why do warriors practice hard, why do doctors save people, why do kings fight for the world, and why do people work hard? I don't understand, life is a process of struggling with heaven. Since So, why can’t destiny be violated?”
The long eyebrows moved slightly: "Is this what you think?"
Jiang Fan nodded: "Since ancient times, in order to survive, people have been fighting against the sky, the earth, and people. The struggle has run through the entire human history. And people have made progress in the struggle. If they completely believed in destiny, the struggle would have been long ago. Wouldn't exist, and humans wouldn't thrive to this day. To put it simply, we won't seek ways to cultivate intensively because of insufficient food, we won't seek ways to make clothes to keep warm because of the cold weather, we won't make elixirs because we're sick, and we won't make elixirs because of the cold weather. Oppressed and rise up to resist... destiny, what is destiny? Do you accept your destiny with peace of mind? In my opinion, to be content with destiny is to not fight. If you don't fight, you can't change. If you don't change, why are you here today?"
The long-browed man looked like a lake: "So, you don't want to accept your destiny?"
"My fate is up to me." Jiang Fan said decisively.
The long-browed eyes moved slightly: "Is this your way?"
Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment and sat quietly for a long time. "I don't know, but it is definitely my inner thought. I think, perhaps, what I like more is freedom..."
"Freedom? What do you mean by freedom?" the Holy Lord asked with great interest.
Jiang Fan pondered for a moment: "It is inner freedom. It means crying when you want to laugh. It means not being dominated by others against your own will. It means living harmoniously under moral laws. Freedom is never absolute. Absolute freedom. There is no freedom, but restraint must be based on morality and equality, not oppression and domination.”
The Holy Lord thought thoughtfully: "This freedom has some meaning..."
Jiang Fan said: "Therefore, the so-called destiny in the world, in my opinion, is nothing but shackles. All kinds of frost and heaven compete for freedom. How can we get it without breaking it..."
These words made Changmei's eyes flash with a strange light.
"All kinds of frosts compete for freedom... In your opinion, fate is reversible, God is up for grabs, and the heart of freedom is more important than anything else?"
Jiang Fan said seriously: "If it's for freedom, everything can be thrown away."
Changmei was silent for a long time: "Be aware that the price of freedom is too high..."
"Well, of course this junior knows that at least breaking the rules and subverting authority are obstacles that stand in the way of freedom."
There seemed to be a cold light in his long eyebrows: "My Taihua Thousand-Year Holy Land is one of your so-called rules and authority."
