Fish swimming around the world

The two sides exchanged some ideas again, and Jiang Fan planned to end the meeting only after confirming that there were no more important clues.

At this time, Xue Qinglang apologized: "There is something... If there is a chance, please tell the little master that Xue is sorry for him."

Jiang Fan was stunned: "What is it?"

"Mei Sect, Yu Linglong Sect Master... At the beginning, the little master asked me to find Yu Sect Master, but my subordinates failed. Later, after asking around, I found out that Yu Sect Master was taken away by the people from the Demon Sect..."

Jiang Fan's heart moved: "Could it be the witch that Jiang Ruochen mentioned?"

"That's right, I don't know what method the witch used to take Yu Sect Master away, but I heard that she seemed to say that she hoped Yu Sect Master would make a shadow..."

Jiang Fan shook his head secretly.

Others couldn't understand this, but he understood it. At the beginning, Ah Li's shadow Xiao Ying betrayed her, and she was missing a shadow. Could it be...

Jiang Fan frowned, she wanted to make Yu Linglong into a new shadow?

This damn girl, how can the devil still be so strong!

Jiang Fan was a little angry for a while. He was angry and a little apologetic. Thinking of the witch Ahri with a strange and changeable personality, the only woman who had a normal married life with him in his past and present lives, his emotions were always a little tangled.

But since he knew that Yu Linglong was taken away by Ahri, she must have gone to the Heavenly Demon Palace. He couldn't do anything about it now, so he had to talk about it later.

"Subordinates, I dare not go deep into the sphere of influence of the Heavenly Demon Palace. The situation of Master Yu was unknown later."

Jiang Fan nodded: "You have tried your best. Finally, you know that Master Yu Linglong is not in danger of life. Little Master can be relieved."

Then Jiang Fan briefly asked about the situation of the Witch Doctor Sect and the Chiyang Sect, and arranged for Xue Qinglang and others to leave.

But he didn't get up immediately, because there was someone else he wanted to see.

It was the heroic old man who strode in front of him.

Next to him was Wang Zhonghou, who was actually the leader of the Grass Cutting Gang, who led 30,000 heroes from the border of the Great Qin - Wang Gelu.

At this Taihua event, Jiang Fan had already seen the flag of the Grasscutting Gang, but in order to avoid suspicion, he also did not make an appointment. Wang Zhonghou was ordered to stop Xue Qinglang, and the old worshiper Mu Tuo, who had a profound cultivation, did not dare to take action easily because his old man was following behind Wang Zhonghou.

This man was eight feet tall, with a majestic appearance, and walked with his head held high. Although his hair and beard were gray, he had a heroic spirit of being old but still ambitious.

And the huge black sickle in his hand, which was nearly two feet long, made him look a little wild and fierce.

"Wang Gelu, meet His Royal Highness the Regent!"

Wang Gelu came up and clasped his fists and said loudly.

Jiang Fan hurriedly took two steps forward and held his elbow: "Old hero, please don't do this. You are embarrassing me."

Wang Gelu was not polite. He put down his arm, looked at Jiang Fan, and laughed up to the sky: "What a young hero! The Great Qin is lucky, and I am lucky!"

Jiang Fan sighed: "How can I be praised by the old hero? In my eyes, the old hero is the real hero of the grass roots, the backbone of the Great Qin! Old hero, please sit down."

Wang Gelu was very generous and straightforward. He didn't say so much. He sat down first and looked at Jiang Fan and said: "I am not flattering you. I have been in the northwest border of the Great Qin for forty years and have seen countless heroes. No one can compare with you in terms of courage, pattern, and means. In the past three years, I have heard The name that is most popular is Jiang Xiaoyao. Your Highness may not know that in our northwest border, your name is enough to be on par with General Mengwu. Even now, when your seven elders go to the northern border, it is still a topic of conversation for the border boys. "

Jiang Fan smiled and poured him a glass of wine: "Jiang is young and full of vigor. These things are just a dispute of will. How dare I compare with the great general stationed in the northern border and with great military exploits? Old hero, please don't flatter me. Please drink!"

"Okay!" Wang Gelu picked up the wine bowl and drank it all, wiping the corner of his mouth: "Your Highness is good in everything, but too humble. It's really unnecessary to be so modest when interacting with us rough men. Instead, it's alienated."

Jiang Fan couldn't help laughing: "That's right, I'll accompany you with a bowl."

After that, he also raised his head and poured it into his mouth.

Wang Gelu came and specially changed to a large bowl. A bowl of Shaodaozi weighed no less than half a catty. Even with the old hero's alcohol tolerance, his face flushed slightly, while Jiang Fan's face was still as white as jade, without any smell of alcohol.

Wang Gelu was immediately very happy: "Based on this drinking capacity, he is a true hero!"

Jiang Fan laughed and said: "I heard that the old hero drinks a whole bowl of wine every time he cuts grass for a barbarian. The grass cutting gang has been established for 30 years and has cut grass for 100,000 people. The old hero alone has killed more than 10,000 barbarians. This is really heroic. I just don't know if the wine is enough to drink."

"Hahaha, my lord knows, it is indeed not enough to drink, but the last time the lord sent people to send a hundred carts of Shaodaozi, it did satisfy our cravings. The brothers are very grateful to the lord for thinking of him."

Jiang Fan said: "One day, I will go to the border in person and drink three hundred cups with all the heroes."

"That's great, but..." Wang Gelu smiled slightly: "I'm afraid that Your Majesty will get what he wants soon."

Jiang Fan was stunned: "What do you mean, old hero?"

Wang Gelu stroked his beard and said: "Speaking of which, my Grass Cutting Gang has caused a big trouble this time. Your Majesty, do you still remember that I cut off the head of a barbarian leader not long ago?"

"Of course I know, it was Malu, the chieftain of the Malu tribe under the Hunxie King?"

"Yes, Malu is a ferocious man who is good at fighting. His tribe is close to the border of our country of Qin. He is indispensable for harvesting grass and valleys every year. It can be said that his hands are full of blood debt. A year ago, this man suddenly went south and attacked our border counties, killing eight thousand soldiers and civilians. He was killed and wounded. In a rage, he followed the example of the prince and chased him for three hundred miles into the northern border. He didn't kill him until he was near his tribe."

"A heroic old hero!" Jiang Fan raised his thumb.

Wang Gelu sighed: "I don't think so, this matter will cause huge trouble. The middle-aged Maru lost his wife, but he was favored by King Hunxie's daughter and became a prospective son-in-law. The Malu tribe asked King Hunxie to send troops to attack In our Qin Dynasty, although King Hunxie has not explicitly agreed, he secretly gave a lot of support to the Maru tribe. Manil, the eldest son of Maru, contacted the thirteen tribes and frequently invaded the border. His Majesty then ordered Mengtian to lead the army to support the Mongolian tribe. General Wu is guarding the border. It all started because of something."

Jiang Fan waved his hand: "There is absolutely nothing wrong with what the old hero did. Are you going to sit back and watch that barbarian harm the people of Qin? Jiang would not be merciful in this move. Soldiers will block it, water will cover it, and we, the Qin Dynasty, have no one to fear. Come?"

Wang Gelu said: "Yes, your Majesty said the same thing. But I'm afraid there is a deeper meaning behind this matter. Normally the barbarians would clear grass and valleys during the autumn harvest, but Maru chose a strange time. Someone thought there was something strange in it. ”

Jiang Fan's mind moved: "What the old hero means is..."

Wang Gelu nodded and said: "There may be King Hunxie behind him. In recent years, the Zuoxian King's tribe has become more and more powerful. How can the Hunxie King's tribe adjacent to it not be anxious? In the past two years, the Hunxie King's troops have been mobilized frequently. It seems that There is something imminent about it.”