Gu Qingshan shook his head: "Don't be so curious. There are some things that I don't really know, and I can't explain them clearly to you."

Jiang Fan snorted: "Just take care of yourself. No matter what you want, remember what we said. If Taihua goes against me, he will never show mercy."

"Both of us will show mercy to each other." Gu Qingshan smiled and said, "So, take care. First of all, don't forget the family. Today you made Gao Jian lose face and weapons. He cultivated the fighting way. It is definitely not his to admit defeat.

personality."

"Haha, I understand, but this person is indeed interesting, not as simple as he seems on the surface."

Gu Qingshan smiled slightly, shook his head, and said nothing more.

Jiang Fan saw the Holy Lord's Cave Mansion approaching and knew that the chat was over. He stopped and said, "I really didn't understand many things about you, so I will end this time, otherwise I have no other options."

Gu Qingshan smiled bitterly: "I knew you were willing to compete with your thoughts, but Gao Jian acted too hastily and got your wish."

"Only by getting involved, it will be easier to see the truth." Jiang Fan said calmly.

Gu Qingshan sighed: "You really shouldn't have come in... Forget it, go see the Holy Lord. Oh, by the way, I remind you, don't look at his eyebrows..."

"Huh?" Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment, but before he could understand, Gu Qingshan had already left.

Jiang Fan always felt that he was smiling weirdly when he left.

Don't look at the Holy Lord's eyebrows...what does that mean?

Not understanding, Jiang Fan shook his head, walked slowly to the door of the ordinary stone cave, and slightly cupped his hands.

"Xiaoyaohui Jiang Fan invites you to see the Holy Lord."

"Whoosh!" A white light suddenly flew out from the entrance of the cave like a silver snake. Before Jiang Fan could see clearly, he was caught and dragged in with a swish.

"Huh? Damn it——"

Mr. Jiang was so frightened that he almost cursed.

Entering the cave, the white light let go of him and flew back, and it turned out to be the eyebrows of the Long-Eyebrow Saint.

Jiang Fan stabilized his body and complained in his heart, "We have reached the door, how can I run away? Who are you doing?"

He was muttering in his heart, but a flower appeared on his face: "Jiang Fan, my junior, pay my respects to the Holy Lord."

Just kidding, this is the Holy Lord, the Holy Lord respected by all the world. Some people say that if the Holy Land participates in the selection, the number one in the world will probably be Long Eyebrow.

Mr. Jiang did not dare to be too presumptuous in front of this kind of old monster who was more than two hundred years old and was in charge of the world and was of the same generation as his fat master.

The most important thing is that the Long-Eyebrow Holy Lord never allowed him to find out his position and attitude from the beginning to the end, and he felt extremely unsure.

The long-browed Holy Lord in front of him was sitting alone at the stone table, tapping the stone table with his fingers, looking at him with a strange smile.

"Boy Jiang... we meet again."

The Holy Lord spoke slowly.

Jiang Fan said respectfully: "I should have visited my senior long ago, but I don't dare to disturb the Holy Land ceremony..."

The Holy Lord looked at him up and down: "Why are you so honest? Not like you."

Jiang Fan smiled awkwardly: "How dare you be so presumptuous in front of the elders..."

"Stop talking nonsense, I see you are very presumptuous!" The Holy Lord suddenly stared at the cup on the table: "Where is my teapot?"

Jiang Fan smiled and said: "I brought it, I brought it."

As he spoke, he quickly took off a small bag from his back and spread it out on the table. Sure enough, it was the copper teapot.

Mr. Jiang diligently picked up the teapot and said, "I filled it with tea before I came here. Please try the latest one..."

Seeing the still hot water pouring into the cup with its remaining warmth, the Holy Lord moved his nose and snorted: "You are quite sensible, you can't change the tea randomly."

"Yes, yes, one kind of tea raises a different pot, I understand this."

"But I don't think you understand anything else!" The Holy Lord's long eyebrows suddenly jumped up, and his voice was very unhappy.

Jiang Fan scratched his head: "Where do you start talking about this..."

The Holy Lord looked at him without saying anything.

Jiang Fan smiled dryly: "You always talk about what happened today..."

But the Holy Lord waved his hand: "Gao Jian? I don't care what he does when the younger generation fights for power. I mean Fuyao's marriage!"

"Ah?" Jiang Fan was stunned.

"Ah what? Although you are a bastard, Fuyao is my favorite junior. Why didn't you tell me this earlier?"

Jiang Fan opened his mouth, but for a moment he couldn't figure out what the Holy Lord meant.

"Come here and sit down, I can still eat you!"

The Holy Lord was not in a good mood.

Jiang Fan hurried over and sat at the table, but he felt something was wrong.

Why does the Long-Eyebrowed Saint, who is respected by the world, have such a temper? That's wrong... isn't it said that he is indifferent, taciturn, and indifferent to worldly affairs...

Except for a moment of confusion, Jiang Fan tentatively said: "I just thought about it before I came here, but I didn't have time..."

The Holy Lord glared: "Then do you have to say it on that occasion?"

Jiang Fan quickly apologized: "Yes, yes, it's my fault, that occasion was really inappropriate..."

"Of course it's not appropriate! You can try to push people away, but if you try to push people away from Fuyao's marriage, you are really a bastard."

Jiang Fan was startled. We were not thinking about the same thing. This old man didn't care whether he was trying to seduce someone, but what he cared about was whether Fuyao should be taken advantage of.

Do you love Fuyao so much? Or do you have ulterior motives?

But looking at the clear lake-like eyes under the long eyebrows of the Holy Master, Jiang Fan felt that this old man did not seem to be the kind of person to lie.

"Are you...serious?"

Jiang Fan was cautious.

The Holy Lord snorted, stretched out his hand and patted an object on the table: "It's for Fuyao."

"Ah——" Jiang Fan was stunned, red... red envelope? The Holy Lord actually gave out red envelopes in a secular way?

In my daze, I even forgot to say thank you.

"Put it away. You're welcome. I'm not giving you a bastard." The Holy Lord was very angry.

Jiang Fan just made a sound, picked up the red envelope, but accidentally opened it and looked inside.

"What are you looking at! I'm not that stingy!" The Holy Lord slapped the table, startling Jiang Fan and quickly put it away.

"Seriously...not mine?"

Jiang Fan looked straight at Sheng Zundao.

The Holy Lord was stunned and looked at him for a while before saying: "No wonder people say you are shameless..."

Jiang Fan:......

The Holy Lord snorted: "Boy, you are not a good thing to me, Taihua. If it weren't for a special day, who wouldn't want to kill you? Red envelope? I just want to give Fuyao some face, don't even think about it! "

Jiang Fan is a little depressed, that's what he said, but I also invested several million taels of silver to support the ceremony...

But this cannot be said.

But he didn't say anything, and the Holy Lord actually mentioned it: "For the sake of the millions of taels of silver you gave Qingshan, I didn't cause any trouble for you. I've done the right thing for you, so don't try to push yourself too far."

The Holy Lord looked unhappy.

Jiang Fan was stunned: "Being poor...didn't I hide it from you?"

The Holy Lord suddenly shook his head and smiled slowly, his voice became a little softer: "What do you think..."

Jiang Fan suddenly wanted to swear: I don’t think you two are good guys!
Chapter completed!