Fish swimming around the world

The empress wanted to ask which times it was, but Jiang Fan felt that the painful memory was too painful to look back on. The empress saw his strange look and knew there must be something hidden, but seeing that he didn't want to say it, she didn't ask further. After all, she was more than a little better than Jiang Fan when it came to staying calm.

"It seems that there are indeed many things being secretly planned by the older generation. You and I should pay more attention."

Jiang Fan laughed and then said seriously: "I always feel that their intentions are very deep. Let's take the time to find out."

The empress agreed deeply: "There's no need to be too hasty. I think they will definitely tell us when the time comes. Just keep calm."

Jiang Fan said: "Yes, don't let the old guys think that we are impatient."

"Who? Which old guy thinks you two are impatient?"

There was a creaking sound, and the old patriarch Gongshu pushed his wheelchair into the room.

Jiang Fan laughed loudly: "Old patriarch, what, do you smell hot pot?"

The public transportation class laughed and said: "I've smelled it a long time ago. I guess it's getting familiar now, so I came over to join in the fun. What did you two just say? Old guy, old guy?"

"Ah, no, it's just that the old guy Sun Laoyao was involved in the chat. By the way, what about the old monster guy? He won't miss the hot pot thing."

Gongshu Ban said: "Don't ask me, that old monster always disappears and disappears from time to time."

When he was talking, he didn't know that the old guy in the distance outside the room snorted loudly: "Old monster? Gongshu boy, I let you in because I don't want the two of them to talk too deeply, but you dare to amuse me!"

As he spoke, a small paper bag appeared in his hand: "You little bastard, just stay in the latrine for me tonight!"

At this time, a voice came from behind: "You are so old, but you are still such a bitch, how can you see as much as a junior?"

Sun Daotong did not look back, but just snorted: "Damn fat man, is everything over with Taiyue?"

In the darkness, a huge figure appeared next to Sun Daotong, and it turned out to be Dao Zun Tianjizi.

"It's okay, it's not finished, but it shouldn't be a big problem in the short term."

Sun Daotong nodded slightly: "Everyone is worried. If that fat white guy doesn't come out and take care of it, I will knock down the rolling ball with a poison!"

Tianjizi narrowed his eyes and smiled: "That's feasible. If you want to do something, say hello, and I'll join in the fun."

Sun Daotong looked at the small building in the center of the lake: "Let's go, these guys are big-hearted, and we can't do anything wrong if they eat hot and spicy food."

Tianjizi's eyes lit up when he heard this: "The same old thing?"

"Dragon meat in the sky, donkey meat on the ground, I've eaten dragon meat, that's it, donkey meat is grounded."

Tianjizi laughed loudly and raised the gourd in his hand: "I stole it from that kid's room. Let's go."

Not long after, two old guys came to the Tai Chi Temple outside the city. In a remote small courtyard, there was a large iron pot set up. The firewood was burning brightly, and the pot was steaming.

Interestingly, the one lighting the fire is Yi Yuanzi, the one holding the spoon is Yi Chenzi, the one fetching water next to him is Yi Qingzi, and the one making tea is Yi Youzi. All four avenue boys are there.

Seeing the two people arriving, the boys from the Fourth Avenue were overjoyed and hurriedly came forward to pay their respects.

Yichenzi was so excited: "Mr. Sun said that the master was coming, and you are indeed here. The disciples have not listened to the master's teachings for several years."

Tian Jizi hummed twice, causing the Fourth Avenue boy to stand up and look at Sun Dao Passage: "In my territory, you are the clearest."

Sun Daotong chuckled: "Yichen is good at cooking, Yiyuan is good at controlling fire, Yiqing is responsible for cleaning, and Yiyou is good at making tea, but you old frog will enjoy it."

Tian Jizi shook his big head: "In such a large and infinite Taoist sect, there must be a few people to support the facade. Unfortunately, there are only these four incompetent ones."

Sun Daotong glanced at him sideways: "Don't worry, these four old boys are all at the peak of the Great Sage, especially Yichen, who has half a foot on the threshold of enlightenment."

Tianjizi was not without pride, but he still said: "It's just four Taoist boys, all outer disciples. To have such an achievement, it's just okay."

Sun Daotong was too lazy to pay attention to him. He walked to the iron pot and took a sniff: "Hmm...it's not bad. I can make a similar taste when I get the recipe. Yichen does have talent."

After receiving the compliment, Yichenzi rubbed his hands happily, not looking like a virtuous man in his 170s. Yiqingzi also happily came over to pour wine and tea for the two of them, really like a Taoist boy.

Tian Jizi came to the pot and clicked his tongue: "It's fragrant, donkey meat is finally something you and I both like, and we haven't satiated our craving for it for a long time. Old monster, this is the third time you and I have gotten together in private."

Sun Daotong frowned: "Canglan, Yunzhou, Southern Xinjiang, this is the fourth time."

Tianjizi sat down with a smile: "Yunzhou's epidemic control is not considered a private gathering."

Sun Daotong nodded: "Speaking of which, since you haven't sat down and chatted like this for twenty-four years, you are getting fatter and fatter, and now you look more like a gourd."

Tianjizi hummed twice: "You are getting more and more wretched. Why did this generation choose an old monster like you?"

Sun Daotong waved his hand: "You think it's my pleasure. If I hadn't been too old and too busy, I wouldn't have bothered to ask about this business."

Tian Jizi glanced at him: "Forget it, no one cares more about you than you. Two hundred and thirty years ago, you gave up the Fu Duo Xuan Gong and turned to the way of healing poison, not to mention that it was not to bless this world."

Sun Daotong sighed slightly and smacked his lips: "In the final analysis, this world is nice, smells like fireworks, and has a human touch. I don't know why those people in Kunlun want to become immortals."

Tianjizi scratched his head: "Everyone has his own ambitions, but the Kunlun thing is quite deep. By the way, when you went to Kunlun twenty years ago, you didn't find anything else except that kid?"

Sun Daotong was slightly lost in thought, and shook his head for a moment: "It's like he didn't notice anything."

Tianjizi stared at him with his small eyes: "No, after you came back from Kunlun, you disappeared again. If this kid hadn't been born, I wouldn't have been able to find you. Kunlun... what on earth is there?"

Sun Daotong pondered for a long time and suddenly asked: "What do you mean by Kunlun's return to ruins?"

Tianjizi was stunned for a moment: "I don't know, I went there with that fat white man a hundred years ago, and they didn't let him visit."

Sun Daotong said: "I saw that tablet. There are only eight characters in it: Kunlun returns to ruins and will forever rule the earth."

Tianjizi frowned and said, "This sentence has been circulating in the world for a long time, but no one knows its true meaning."

Sun Daotong's eyes flickered slightly: "That's not necessarily the case. I think there are two people who may know better."

Tianjizi was slightly startled: "The one from five hundred years ago?"

Sun Daotong nodded: "The formation immortal in the world has no boundaries. I have been to the Golden City and saw some incomplete inscriptions carved by his hand. Unfortunately, this guy has long since disappeared and cannot be verified. But the second one..."

Tian Jizi pinched his huge chin: "My apprentice, your grandson?"

Sun Daotong nodded slightly: "What do you think?"

Tianjizi thought for a while: "I'm afraid it's just this kid, but this kid is harder to deal with than you. He is mysterious and confused all day long."