Fantasy: I have a Mall of Worlds

Rubbing his chin, Yang Fan thought for a while, then nodded, and said, "Okay, I'll pay a visit to this great scholar Hu Wen tomorrow."

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Hu Fu.

Since Hu Wen had already notified him, when Yang Fan came to Hu's residence, Housekeeper Zhu had already been waiting for a long time.

Under the leadership of Butler Zhu, Yang Fan came to the attic.In front of an elegant, book-like study.

"Master Yang Fan, the master is inside, please."

Butler Zhu left after leading the way.

Yang Fan took a deep breath, and then walked in slowly.

After entering, as soon as he moved his gaze, Yang Fan saw a majestic man.Old man, dressed in a green robe, with white hair combed back meticulously, with a rosy face, an old man who was writing.

This person, of course, is Bachelor Hu Wen.

Hu Wen was concentrating on it at this time, his eyes flickered, his pen was flying like a dragon, and he was writing on the desk.

Seeing this, Yang Fan didn't make a sound to disturb, and while waiting quietly, he also looked at the study.

This study is very large.There are many bookshelves, and the books on the shelves are like a sea.

On the wall, there are many pictures that are extraordinary at first glance.

Beside the desk in front of the old man, there was still a rosewood spiritual incense burning.

This thing is a rarity.It can make people calm and concentrate, and increase their affinity for the spiritual power of heaven and earth.

One is worth dozens of high-grade spirit stones.

Mixed with the taste on the scroll, the thick aroma of books.floating in this air.

"You are Yang Fan?"

At this time, Hu Wen finished writing, put down the brush, did not look at the written words, walked slowly to the window of the study, and sat on a bamboo chair.

Reaching out his hand, he took a sip of a wine gourd that was placed aside, and then looked at Yang Fan.

The corner of Yang Fan's mouth twitched.

"This old man, after finishing writing, he drank it directly in the study?"

This is a bit different from what Yang Fan expected before.

It stands to reason that a scholar like Hu Wen, a Confucian scholar with astonishing talents, should drink tea no matter what.

But Yang Fan didn't think too much about it, he bowed towards Hu Wen, and said with a smile: "The boy is Yang Fan, who has met Hu Wen University."

"Hmph. I'm not a big grader, but I'm quite angry. How dare I refuse the old man's advice for three days? You're also very airy. You won't come to the door until the old man invites you personally."

Hu Wen looked up at Yang Fan, nodded secretly in his heart, but with a stinky face on his face, he said coldly.

Hearing this, Yang Fan frowned slightly.Is this old guy trying to embarrass him?

Involuntarily, Yang Fan became a little nervous.

With Hu Wen's cultivation base or status, it is really easy to tease him.

But Yang Fan is not a cowardly person, he calmed down, with a slight smile on his face, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "Senior misunderstood."

Hu Wen patted the sandalwood square table next to him, and glared at Yang Fan: "There is no misunderstanding. I see that you are arrogant and arrogant because you have a little ink in your stomach. If this is the case, why do you come to see this old man?"

"Oh, then I'll just go."

Saying that, Yang Fan really planned to leave directly.

But Yang Fan's actions made Hu Wen a little panicked and confused.

Why doesn't this kid play cards according to common sense?

Others, even the prince, had to address him as a teacher when they saw him, with a respectful attitude.

Not to mention some family children, or ordinary people.

Seeing him, Hu Wen, who was not trembling, and even spoke cautiously.

But the kid in front of him was indifferent, and even turned around so decisively to leave.

However, Hu Wen wasn't annoyed at all, on the contrary, he admired Yang Fan a bit.

But it couldn't be shown. Therefore, Hu Wen exuded an indescribable breath of heaven, which swept out and enveloped Yang Fan.

Immediately, the muscles of Yang Fan's whole body tensed instantly, as if being stared at by a giant wild beast.

The hairs exploded, and the eyelids twitched wildly.

"Boy, do you know who this old man is? How dare you talk to this old man like that?"

Cold sweat broke out on Yang Fan's forehead, as if he was facing a formidable enemy, he could barely move.

At this moment, Yang Fan also realized the power of the Ninth Level Peak of the Space-Treading Realm, and just by his aura, he was suppressed to death!

Chapter 127 The Current Situation

If Hu Wen thought about it, he might be able to kill Yang Fan just by relying on the coercion of his breath!

But Yang Fan didn't feel any killing intent from that aura, nor did he feel any sense of crisis.

Even the system was very quiet at the moment, and didn't warn him of any danger.

Involuntarily, Yang Fan had some guesses in his mind.

With a soft snort, Yang Fan turned around with difficulty, stared at Hu Wen without fear, and said slowly, "A thousand cups of wine are rare when you meet a bosom friend, and there are too many words if you don't speculate. Even a bachelor is so unkind." Seeing me, if you still keep it, wouldn’t you be asking for trouble? What’s wrong with me leaving?”

"kindness?"

Hu Wen, who was still putting on a cold and stern posture.After hearing Yang Fan's words, his pupils shrank suddenly, and a trace of shock slowly appeared on his face.

"A thousand cups of wine is less when you meet a bosom friend, but a few words are too much if you don't speculate..."

in the mouth.He repeated a few words involuntarily, and slowly, a smile appeared on Hu Wen's face.

And the coercion of the sky-lifting aura in the study also dissipated slowly.

"Okay, okay, you can say such good sentences casually, Yang Fan, you are very good."

Hu Wen didn't try any more, or pretended to be difficult, with that expression on his face.He no longer concealed his appreciation for Yang Fan.

At this moment, Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Sure enough, the old guy was trying to test him on purpose. Fortunately, he didn't show his cowardice, nor did he do anything embarrassing.

As for what Yang Fan said just now, it was only due to the situation at the time. The words that drink with a bosom friend are too few to drink, and the words are not speculative are more than half a sentence.

He also didn't expect such a big change in Hu Wen's attitude.

I also know that such a sentence does not exist in Xuantian Continent.

Seeing that Hu Wen is actually a good talker, Yang Fan couldn't help but shook his head and said, "Senior, you really know how to play, you scared me to death."

"Hahaha... Come on, sit down."

Hu Wen couldn't stop laughing, and then asked Yang Fan to sit next to him.

After taking another sip of wine, Hu Wen looked at Yang Fan and said with a smile, "Boy, did you write that poem?"

In fact, before this, Hu Wen still didn't believe it.

But the words that Yang Fan blurted out just now completely dispelled the trace of disbelief in his heart.

Hearing this, Yang Fan apologized to Su Shi in his heart, and nodded without changing his expression.

Hu Wen's eyes flickered, but the smile on his face never disappeared.

At this time, he raised his head slightly, and said: "When will the bright moon come? Ask the wine to the blue sky... How well said, especially the last sentence. I hope you will live a long time, and you will share the beautiful beauty of thousands of miles. Young boy, is this poem famous?"

Yang Fan smiled slightly and said, "Shui Tiao Ge Tou."

"Okay, what a water tune song... I haven't encountered such an excellent poem in many years, Yang boy, the old man decided to include this water tune song in the famous poems of Wenyuan Pavilion, do you agree?"

Stared blankly, Yang Fan was a little guilty, but his face remained calm, and he said: "Senior sees it, the boy is naturally willing, but he is afraid that the name will not be worthy of the name."

Hu Wen glared at Yang Fan, and said, "Boy Yang. Excessive modesty is pride."

Yang Fan didn't say anything more at this time, just shrugged with a smile.

Seeing this, Hu Wen also laughed freely.

After that, the two chatted casually as if they were close friends.

After chatting for a while, Hu Wen showed a look of disappointment, sighed slightly, and said, "It's a pity, there are frequent wars within the territory of a hundred countries, and there are endless battles between dynasties. Not many people pay attention to poetry and economics anymore."

"Boy Yang, you know that the once-in-a-ten-year battle for the hegemony of a hundred countries will soon begin. By then, I don't know how many dynasties will be reduced to dust in history, and how many bones will be buried in other places."

"Recently, several conflicts have broken out in some dynasties, and the situation has begun to become chaotic."

For some unknown reason, Hu Wen suddenly sighed, and couldn't stop talking, and started talking endlessly.

He even gave Yang Fan an analysis of some of the current situation in the borders of the Hundred Kingdoms.

Yang Fan was a little confused at first, thinking, is this old man drunk?

But Yang Fan didn't interrupt.Just listen quietly.

When he heard what Hu Wen said later, his expression became serious.

In fact, Yang Fan doesn't have a big picture, he only knows that while protecting himself, he should also protect his important people.

As for the struggle for hegemony among a hundred nations, this is the first time Yang Fan has heard of it.

Yang Fan's thoughts gradually became heavy.

If it is true as Hu Wen said, once the struggle for hegemony among the hundreds of nations starts, when the war breaks out, it will not be a conquest between third-class, second-class, or even first-class cities.

It was a battle between the various dynasties!

As far as the current background of Qianshan City is concerned, can it really survive under the hegemony of a hundred nations?

Thinking of this, Yang Fan couldn't help asking: "Senior, isn't our Daling Dynasty weak?"

"Boy Yang, there are many things that you haven't touched."

Hu Wen sighed again.The voice was a little heavy, and he said: "Not to mention, the Tianfeng Dynasty, which is close to the Daling Dynasty, had many wars with our dynasty, especially 30 years ago. In that battle, the Daling Dynasty lost nearly a hundred Thousands of soldiers returned home in defeat, dozens of second-class cities in the dynasty, and the territories of several first-class cities were seized."

"Countless people hate the battlefield. Not even the corpses can be transported back. This is a great revenge, and we have to avenge it. In recent years, I have been in command of the soldiers, wanting to avenge blood and regain the territory that originally belonged to us."

"But the Tianfeng Dynasty is very strong. After countless battles, there were victories and defeats. However, half of the territory that belongs to my Daling Dynasty has not been recovered."

"Hundred Kingdoms' struggle for hegemony will start again. It is not easy for the Tianfeng Dynasty to deal with it, but it is the Hundred Kingdoms Dynasty."

Hearing Hu Wen's words, Yang Fan felt slightly depressed.

He didn't expect that the current situation of the Great Ling Dynasty didn't actually have much advantage.

It was also the first time he knew that the Daling Dynasty had suffered such painful battles in places he didn't know.

"I've talked too much, I've talked too much, boy Yang, come and have a drink with me."

Hu Wen shook his head, as if to expel these troubles from his mind, he picked up the wine gourd and poured Yang Fan a glass.

Looking at the wine in the glass, he thought of the situation Hu Wen said.

For some reason, Yang Fan felt a little uncomfortable.

The next moment, Yang Fan suddenly stood up, walked to the back of the desk, picked up the brush, and began to write.

Yang Fan's calligraphy is not good.But at this time, where would you consider whether the calligraphy is good or not?

And as Yang Fan flipped his wrist, a poem that was also famous through the ages appeared on the paper.

Hu Wen was puzzled at first, then stood up and walked over to have a look.

But at this sight, Hu Wen's eyes became slightly condensed.

Furious, rushing to the crown, resting in the rain, raising his eyes, looking up to the sky and screaming, with a strong feeling.

Thirty fame, dust and soil, eight thousand miles, clouds and moon.

Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad.