Fish swimming around the world

Yang Xuancao specially reminded that although the two of them had a personal grudge, this was in the camp of the Jin State. Since Sima Linfeng was in the camp, he was a soldier of the Jin army. He also asked the two of them to put aside their personal grudges for the time being, so as not to make everyone look bad.

Jiang Fan naturally agreed with a smile.

However, when he heard the news, Sima Linfeng was shocked, and unspeakable fear suddenly surged in his heart. Although he was in his own camp, and the young king only came with a few old servants, he felt an inexplicable feeling. The sense of crisis was so strong that it made his hair stand on end.

Sima Linfeng never thought that when he really wanted to face the person he shouted to kill monsters every day, he would actually be afraid. This undoubtedly made him very upset, but he found that he could not suppress the panic coming from the bottom of his heart.

When the Demon-Slaying Alliance was first established, although the other party had a certain reputation, most of them were literary names. As for the things he was rumored to have done, Sima Linfeng was no different from others. He thought it was the empress's instruction and support, and he treated Jiang Fan himself doesn't take it seriously.

But times have changed, and since the Demon-Slaying Alliance was established, in less than two years, this person has become an unavoidable existence among the five countries in the world. Many things have been confirmed to be his doings, and as someone at their level, they know More. At least he was generally aware of Zhang Yi and Xiang Chen's cooperation in Jing'an.

How can a person who has defeated Taiyue Xingxing, Qilin Prime Minister and Xiang Chen, the overlord of Southern Chu, be easy to deal with? No wonder Taihua Holy Land regards him as the great monster in the world. It's a pity that I was so obsessed at the time that I actually ran on the front line with excitement. Now I can't get off the tiger, or in other words, I can't get off even if I want to.

Jiang Fan was coming to Shannan. He knew it, and he also understood that the so-called joining Sun Lao's Borderless Medical Rescue Team was pure nonsense. This matter was 100% organized by him behind the scenes. But he was able to find an easy, fair and honest way to enter the Jin Dynasty through the criss-crossing connections, and no one could stop him.

But he didn't pay too much attention at that time, and he had no chance to meet with him at all. But he never expected that this guy would go straight to the Chinese army camp as the representative of Sun Daotong, and even asked to see him by name.

To be honest, it shocked him. I really want to avoid seeing him, but in this way, it is obvious that I, the deputy leader of the Demon-Slaying Alliance, are afraid of Jiang Fan. How can I have any prestige in the future?

With no way to retreat, Sima Linfeng had no choice but to tidy up his appearance and pretended to be relaxed to receive his sworn enemy.

For Jiang Fan, this Sima leader was no stranger at all.

Under the arrangement of Sima Ji, he disguised himself as a small real person and sneaked into his team to go to Dafo Mountain. Basically, I witnessed this person’s behavior.

To sum up, it is just greed for fame and ambition, but lack of ability to support everything.

Jiang Fan has never deliberately caused trouble for him. In addition to feeling that the Demon-Slaying Alliance still needs to observe him, it is because this person cannot be regarded as a serious threat, so it is better to keep him as a backup for the time being.

The two people with their own thoughts met like this.

Sima Linfeng forced himself to calm down and looked at the handsome young man in fluttering white clothes who was slowly walking towards him. In addition to feeling uneasy, he felt more sighing in his heart.

Such a character is truly extraordinary. If he is not hostile, it would be best if he can cooperate with him.

The person had already approached, and before he had time to think too much, Sima Linfeng subconsciously stepped forward, slightly cupped his hands, and said with a smile: "His Royal Highness King Xiaoyao, Sima Linfeng is polite."

Jiang Fan stopped and didn't reply. He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was sizing him up.

Sima Linfeng suddenly felt that something was wrong. After all, this was in the Jin Kingdom. As a member of the Jin royal family, why should he be so humble?

But before he could change his attitude, Jiang Fan already showed a big smile: "I've heard about Uncle Sima Wang for a long time, and when I saw him today, he is really extraordinary. I'm glad to meet you!"

The words that came to Sima Linfeng's mouth were choked back again, so he could only force a smile and extend his hand to invite: "Your Highness, please come inside."

Jiang Fan stepped forward with a smile and grabbed Sima Linfeng's forearm: "Jiang is also a scholar. He has admired Uncle Sima for a long time. Today is the time to have a drink and have fun. Please, please."

Sima Linfeng was too embarrassed to withdraw his arm, so he had no choice but to enter his tent with him.

There was no one else inside, just a simple banquet table.

Sima Linfeng asked him to sit down: "The war is intense and supplies are in short supply. There is really nothing to entertain. Your Highness, please don't be offended."

Jiang Fan smiled and waved his hand: "Why do you say that? You can have fun with a glass of wine. As a nobleman of the royal palace, Uncle Wang is simple and frugal in times of national crisis. Jiang admires him."

Sima Linfeng smiled unnaturally: "Thank you, Your Highness."

Jiang Fan said: "You and I are both literary men. Why should I call you Mr. Sima if your Highness is elder or Uncle Wang?"

Sima Linfeng didn't want to be awkward because of his status, so he smiled and said: "Then I will call you Mr. Jiang."

"That's right." Jiang Fan was not polite, lifted up his clothes and sat down.

He was calm and composed, as if he were at home. Sima Linfeng felt that in comparison, he was too reserved.

Then he laughed loudly and sat opposite him.

But as soon as he sat down, he saw Jiang Fan staring at him again.

Sima Linfeng's heart suddenly trembled. Could he really be here to cause trouble? What should we do if we talk about the Demon-Slaying Alliance? I was so confused that I didn't know how to speak.

After a dozen breaths, Sima Linfeng actually felt a little embarrassed under his gaze.

Afterwards, Jiang Fan finally withdrew his gaze, picked up the jug and poured wine for him, with a clean smile on his face again.

Sima Linfeng unconsciously felt slightly relieved again.

He didn't realize at all that since they met, his mind has been led by this young man who can almost be regarded as a grandchild, even though the other party only exchanged a few words and a look.

Jiang Fan put down the wine bottle and said casually, "I have nothing to do when I come to see Mr. Sima today. I just heard that Mr. Sima is here and wanted to come here specifically. If I have been presumptuous, I hope you will forgive me."

"Don't dare, don't dare..." Sima Linfeng said: "Master Jiang is a genius in the literary world, and all the old masters highly respect him. It is Sima Linfeng's good fortune to come here this time."

Jiang Fan chuckled and said, "No, no, sir, you really don't want to see me, right?"

Sima Linfeng felt relieved again, but pretended to be calm: "I don't know what Young Master Jiang means by this."

Jiang Fan smiled slightly: "Sir, there is no need to be secretive. Qin and Jin are originally opposing countries. It is understandable that you join the Demon-Slaying Alliance to target me. But public is public and private is private. We can't do it in private." Talking over wine is not.”

In one sentence, he classified Sima Linfeng's entry into the Demon-Slaying Alliance as a state matter between the two countries. He instantly gave Sima Linfeng a step up and he breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that Jiang Fan would cause trouble, but he didn't expect that Jiang Fan would view the matter this way. It would be much easier to talk, and I would have a high-sounding excuse.