Suddenly, the old guy sat up suddenly and stared at him: "Little bastard, you don't plan to support me until the end of your life."
Jiang Fan pouted: "I'm mainly afraid that I won't be able to send you away."
The old guy thought for a while, then lay down again with a grunt: "That's right..."
Jiang Fan rolled his eyes at him and said, "Have you ever thought about going to Kunlun to seek immortality in your later years and try to see if you can live forever?"
"Shit!" the old guy said with disdain: "There are cycles in the way of heaven, birth and death. Only when the old ones go and the new ones come in can we continue to evolve and evolve. This is the truth, and only then can people know how to cherish time, and only then can life exist. It means a spiritual level, otherwise a thousand years of life in vain is not as good as a dead tree. Didn’t you say that stones can live longer, just make them, but now you are trying to persuade me instead.”
Jiang Fan gave a thumbs up: "Tongtong, I didn't expect that you could say such a thing, old guy. It's a bit similar to Grandpa..."
As he said that, his eyes suddenly moved, "You said, Grandpa's rejuvenation and innocence are fake?"
"I don't know!" The old guy waved his hand: "He knows the principles of heaven's cycle better than I do. Ask him yourself."
Jiang Fan was still curious: "Tell me, if one day he really succeeds and transforms into a fat white baby, what should we call him?"
When he said this, he actually thought of the Millennium King Puppet who had just transformed into Xiao Xixi, and himself who shed his skin in a coma.
The old guy chuckled: "Good grandson, grandpa will give you candy..."
Jiang Fan......
"Old guy, seriously, did I shed my skin back then?"
The old guy frowned slightly and sat up from the haystack: "Boy...did you really lose your memory back then?"
Jiang Fan nodded: "You have all said something about me, but I always feel that there is some unexplainable mystery in it."
The old guy frowned: "I didn't lie to you. I can't figure out the other things, but the sun and the moon did overlap that day, and the beam of light sent you here. I told you what happened next, although I also thought something was strange. Yes, but I still can’t explain it.”
Jiang Fan pondered for a moment: "It's not that I want to inquire. Recently I have discovered that more and more things are related to Kunlun, and there seems to be some inexplicable connection with myself. Just thinking about it gives me a splitting headache..."
The old guy gave a rare sigh: "Then don't think about it. When the time comes, everyone who needs to know will know."
Jiang Fan nodded, "Okay, I'll bring it back this time to use the magic whip. I'll stay with Xiao Cui. If you have time, you can help me study it."
The old guy hummed: "Jiang Bo has been around for a long time. I also want to see what he left behind. I didn't expect...he is actually a walking figure in Kunlun just like you."
"Let's just say, I'm also surprised. Hey, do you think there is a dragon?"
The old guy shook his head: "Don't ask me about that. You kid has seen more strange beasts in the mountains and seas than me, but you said a giant dragon eight miles long is really unbelievable."
"Bone, yes it's bone. But I still can't believe it. There is such a big thing in the world? And that golden dragon is actually made of metal. I wonder if it only has scales that look like metal..."
The old guy stared at him: "Boy, you are very strange. Old man, I have lived for three hundred years. I have seen countless opportunities, but I have never seen you like this. I have only been born for five years. What I saw is so extraordinary." Unexpectedly, Huang Liang, the God of Sleep, was right. You really have some inexplicable luck, and you are most likely to have great karma... Damn it, what on earth did God ask you to do here..."
"Sixth sister said that maybe the upper world thought I was too noisy and threw me down to cause trouble." Jiang Fan thought for a while.
Sun Daotong actually believed it: "It makes sense..."
As he spoke, he suddenly reached out his hand and pulled out the six ears from the door and stroked them a few times. He ignored its squeaks and stuffed them into the stove: "Come, tell me the story of the Monkey King." …”
But it didn't work out. He had just been arranged to take a shower, and old uncle Lu Tiezui, who had changed his clothes, came in with a sly look.
As soon as he entered the door, he jumped up to him, his eyes widening like light bulbs: "Hey... you are a little weird here..."
Jiang Fan was stunned: "What's wrong, who are you?"
"Don't pretend to be stupid with me, there is something... mysterious about this mortal world..."
He turned around and looked around, but happened to see the old guy in the haystack. He was stunned and pointed.
"Huh? Who is this old man?"
"The one who started the fire. Ignore him. What did you find?"
Lu Tiezui looked at Sun Daotong: "Is everything okay?"
"He's deaf, just say it." Jiang Fan said casually.
Only then did Lu Tiezui's eyes light up: "You can do this here. I thought there were only monkeys. That fish and that dog are not ordinary."
"Oh?" Jiang Fan was curious: "Can you see it?"
Lu Tiezui sighed: "What do I do? I'm a fortune teller. These three, the big white bird in the backyard, and the little white bird on the watchtower are all sacred objects. Oh my god... Where did you get them? Apart from Mo Xuedan, Taihua doesn’t have as many decent people as you..."
His eyes were shining brightly, and he was even trembling with excitement.
"My dear nephew, you are really blessed. My uncle is right. He is really extraordinary among ordinary people... Hahaha..."
Suddenly, a soft snort came from behind: "That little bastard, show me your face. I'm wrong. I promise not to feed you to fish."
Lu Tiezui was startled, turned around and stared at Sun Daotong: "Not deaf?"
Sun Daotong grimaced and bared his teeth: "Don't worry about whether I am deaf or not. Today I want to see if you are blind."
Lu Tiezui made a sound and turned to look at Jiang Fan: "This, this old man..."
Jiang Fan suppressed his laughter and coughed: "It's okay. He is old and likes to listen to fortune tellers, so just tell him the fortune tellers."
He looked at Sun Daotong: "This person who knows how to measure calligraphy, can you write one?"
Lu Tiezui shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, no, who has time to tell fortunes to an old fireman? A fireman will be like this for the rest of his life. What are you looking at?"
Sun Daotong smiled sadly, "Doesn't count? That's not up to you, kid."
Lu Tie's mouth murmured: "Oh, you're still a kid? Who are you? I'm driving you crazy, but I can't help it. Yes, I've heard that ordinary people live in extraordinary places, but you're just a charcoal person, so don't blabber." No?"
Jiang Fan quickly said: "It's okay, it's okay, just let him figure it out and listen to me."
Lu Tiezui frowned: "Oh... you still want to test my uncle, okay, I'll let you learn a lot today. Hey, old man, you're lucky, I, Lu Tiezui of Daizhou, is known as the best fortune teller in the world. You just have to pay for it today, so just write a word."
Sun Daotong looked at him with strange eyes, showed a smile of "He Shan", and picked up a piece of grass from his side: "That's the word."
"Grass?" Lu Tiezui looked at the grass stem and was stunned for a moment.
Jiang Fan smiled and said, "You're the one who's lighting the fire. This is just right."
