Fish swimming around the world

Jiang Fan breathed a sigh of relief: "Martial arts backlash?"

The old guy shook his head: "That's not entirely true. The most important thing is that the opponent is too strong. According to what they said, he is a young man with amazing cultivation. His skills are mysterious. He should be practicing the battle formation killing method. He is in Lu Hanting's body. The fighting spirit left behind has not completely dissipated. If Lu Hanting wants to fully recover, he must clear this fighting spirit."

Jiang Fanyi frowned: "You can't do anything?"

The old guy said: "It's not impossible, but this war energy is raging in the meridians. Forcibly removing it with external force may damage the meridians. It is best for him to digest it by himself. If this can be done, it will be of great benefit to him. "

Jiang Fan also breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this: "In other words, his life is safe, so when will he wake up?"

"It depends on him. Lu Hanting has extraordinary qualifications and has cultivated the way of a killer for many years. He has a certain adaptability to the murderous aura of the battle formation. The situation these days is much better than before. Just wait and see."

Jiang Fan nodded, and it seemed that this was all he had to do.

"That young man...who is he?"

The woodcutter pondered: "He is over thirty years old, and his face is covered by a black iron mask. His fighting spirit is extraordinary, and his killing aura is astonishing. He seems to have been trained in battle, but... he has a dark aura..."

"Aura of darkness?" Jiang Fan's heart moved and he blurted out: "Dark Legion?"

The woodcutter was stunned: "What?"

The old guy's eyes flashed slightly, "Boy, who did you listen to?"

Jiang Fan saw some doubts on his face and a serious look in his eyes, so he said, "Teacher Zhang Zaifu."

The old guy nodded slightly: "You and I will discuss this matter separately later."

Jiang Fan also realized that this matter should not be said casually. He nodded and turned to Ding Shaoan: "Brother Taohua...are you sure he is your mother-in-law?"

Ding Shaoan finally showed a trace of bitterness and sighed: "Tiger poison cannot eat its seeds. I didn't expect that my mother... she is almost paranoid..."

The woodcutter said: "If she hadn't suddenly appeared, Shaoan wouldn't have ended up in this situation. This woman is determined and full of hatred, and she can't even listen to Shaoan's words."

Ding Shao'an felt sad: "I tried to persuade her, but unfortunately, she seems to have decided that I surrendered to the enemy for glory, forgot about the great cause of Nanchen Fuguo, and hated me to the core, as if she regretted giving birth to me..."

Jiang Fan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "What a trick of fate. Qin Chen does have unavoidable hatred, but you chose the most unexpected path."

Ding Shaoan said: "We have discussed this matter in depth. Everyone has their own ambitions, so I won't say more. Her killing this time was heavy. I know you won't let her go, but I hope that I can be with you again as much as possible. Talk to her, don’t expect to be able to convince her, at least... at least show your last filial piety.”

Jiang Fan hummed: "Brother Taohua, I promise you, in fact... I also hope that she will leave early. This world is not in chaos for someone like her to get involved."

Ding Shaoan looked at him slightly apologetically: "I know that the mistakes my mother and concubine committed should be unforgivable. I, Ding Shaoan, owe you, and Nanchen Yimin owes you, for the last time, and from now on, I will not interfere anymore."

At this time, Ding Lang also handed over his hand: "Ding Lang, thank you, Lord."

Jiang Fan looked at him: "I heard that you once risked your life to save Shaoan?"

Ding Lang's eyes were calm: "He is my only sibling."

Jiang Fan said: "It just seems like your persuasion didn't work."

Ding Lang shook his head slightly and remained silent.

Jiang Fan took a deep look at him and looked at Ding Shao'an with a smile: "Brother Taohua, since Miss Alai doesn't dislike you, don't delay. Go home and celebrate the happy event."

Ding Shaoan hesitated: "But there are still half of the supplies..."

Jiang Fan shook his head: "How can things in the world be as desired? This is already very good. Except for the soldiers and armor, I, Jiang Fan, promise to use all these materials for the survivors of Nanchen."

Ding Shaoan sighed slowly: "I won't say thank you to you anymore."

"What are you talking about? Go back and prepare for the wedding. Dayan has prepared a new house for you, and a peach blossom nunnery has been built for you on Lishan Mountain. When it is completed, you can enjoy the countryside in peace. Leave the matters here to me. "

Ding Shaoan showed a trace of satisfaction and a trace of longing on his face. He smiled and patted Alai's hand: "Alai, let's go home?"

Alai was already overjoyed: "Well, well, go home, go home, and collect people."

After Jiang Fan, the fisherman and others inquired about the process and details in detail, they finally came to another tent with the old guy.

The old guy tore open the lotus leaf, pulled off a chicken leg and chewed it, saying, "I'm a coward. You have many things to ask me."

Jiang Fan looked at him with a complicated look: "Old guy, I can't see through you more and more."

Sun Daotong snorted: "Have a good look at that eye of yours!"

Jiang Fan smiled, sat down and pulled a chicken leg. He looked at it over and over again for a long time, and finally grinned: "A person who obeys heaven, a person who defies heaven, a leader... No matter how you look at it, you can't tell..."

Sun Daotong snorted disdainfully: "They sealed it all, so I'm not in such a good mood."

Jiang Fan knew this old guy's temperament and didn't bother to argue with him: "Why haven't you told me?"

Sun Daotong said: "I told you that if the time comes, it affects your mind and you haven't done what you should do."

Jiang Fan thought for a while, "I don't even know what I should do."

"So, I don't know either, so..." He was slightly stunned: "They... don't know either."

Jiang Fan was slightly stunned: "Why don't I understand?"

Sun Daotong spat out a chicken bone: "When you should understand, you will understand. Why worry about it. I just didn't expect that the three dark halls are so anxious."

"Damn, you old guy really know the three unknown dark halls. Master said something, but not in detail. Can you talk about it in depth?"

"I'm not in the mood!" Sun Daotong is still Sun Daotong, and glanced at him: "Zhang Zhiling is too fast-talking, but... it's not his fault. Since these bastards have shown up, he really has to consider some things."

"What does their appearance mean?"

"What else can it mean? It means that the gods can't sit still again." Sun Daotong said, with a cold light in his eyes.

Jiang Fan was shocked: "Are the gods going to descend to the mortal world again?"

"Going to the mortal world, bullshit, do you really think they are gods? They just live a little higher, pretending to be gods!"

"Higher... a little higher?" Jiang Fan's heart moved: "Do you know where they live?"

Sun Daotong shook his head like a rattle: "I don't know, but I know more than others. I can't explain it clearly now. I will tell you when I figure it out. But you have to be clear..."

For the first time, he said seriously: "The emergence of the Unknown Dark Palace may mean that the gods will tear up the agreement after all, but it is only a possibility, because we can't be sure whether there is a causal relationship between the two."