Fish swimming around the world

But as soon as he entered, he was dumbfounded.

Take something? Take a shit, pry off two stones and carry them away?

This cave is too simple, the space is at most 70 or 80 square meters, with only a stone bed, a stone table, four stone pillars, a copper teapot with patina, and four copper cups.

There is nothing, really nothing!

There should be at least a few famous swords, a few secret books, or at least some daily necessities. But here, it is really empty, but a small place of 70 or 80 square meters actually makes him feel particularly spacious...

Is he thinking too much, or is the Saint really shabby?

Jiang Fan fell into deep confusion...

But he didn't know that Gu Qingshan, who ran away, was also scratching the back of his head in confusion.

——What does the Saint mean? Except for myself and my senior brother, there are only a few people who are at the level of Daozun Tianjizi who have come into this place...

They are not the only ones confused. The fisherman and the handsome old man are sitting in the distance and watching, and they are also a little puzzled.

"Fisherman, have you ever been in that cave?" said the handsome old man.

The fisherman shook his head: "The place where the Saint rests, Yan has never had this honor."

"Then you say, the Saint Changmei... won't be cheating..." the handsome old man poked his head and asked.

The fisherman said lightly: "Saint Taihua is the supreme master of martial arts in the world, and he won't plot against a junior."

"Why let him in... What is the scene inside? It looks really unremarkable from the outside, is there another world inside?"

The handsome old man is really curious.

To be honest, there are few people in the world who are not curious.

This is the cave of Changmei Saint. It is said that the Saint has never changed his residence in his life. It is incredible. Changmei is the master of the holy land respected by all warriors in the world. Although he has not taken action many times, every time he has made a sensation in the world.

Everyone knows that Changmei Saint has gone down the mountain three times.

The first time, the Saint was 30 years old, young and invincible when he debuted. He challenged 100 saints in 100 days and won all the battles.

The second time, the Saint was 60 years old and discussed Taoism with the top ten fighters in the world. At that time, Xuanyuan Busheng had not yet reached the top, and the Saint was unanimously elected as the best in the world.

The third time, the Saint was 120 years old. He visited Mount Tai, climbed Kunlun, met Daozun, met Buddha, traveled to the five countries, walked through the four borders, and traveled far and wide. After ten years, he returned and climbed to the top of Taihua and succeeded the Saint.

For more than a hundred years since then, the Saint has never left Taihua again, but who in the world does not know his reputation?

Interestingly, it is said that Changmei spent 99% of his days in Taihua in this stone cave.

Therefore, martial artists all over the world are curious and think that there must be a big secret, or even the secret of the Saint's invincibility.

Jiang Fan has also heard of this legend, but now he just wants to curse, what a secret, there is no secret, nothing is real, nothing.

Looking at the only couch, table, and tea set in front of him, Mr. Jiang was dazed. Could it be that the Saint slept and drank tea here and became invincible?

Mr. Jiang was a little bit unconvinced and always felt that there must be something in it, so he dug holes and cracks to check inch by inch, not even leaving out the corners, but in the end, nothing was found. It was a simple stone cave with some traces of artificial polishing, but it seemed that it was just for leveling.

The imagined secret stone carvings and secret doors did not exist at all.

Gu Qingshan agreed to it so easily, could it be that it was really like this?

Confused, he looked outside and saw that there was indeed no one, so he jumped onto the stone couch and lay there, holding his breath and concentrating...

But it was useless, it was nothing but uncomfortable.

Only a fat man like Saint Venerable could sleep like this!

Jiang Fan changed dozens of postures while complaining in his heart, even sitting cross-legged and meditating, haha, finally determined that it was just a big stone, useless.

Young Master Jiang still didn't believe in evil, and sat down at the stone table again. Of course, it was no surprise that nothing could be obtained by lying down, and the same was true for sitting.

In the end, Young Master Jiang placed his hopes on the patinated teapot, thinking that there might be some enlightenment tea mentioned in the novel inside.

But when he opened the lid, he stared straight at it. He knew the aftertaste without soaking it in water. What kind of enlightenment tea was it? Wasn't this the kind of Mangshan wild tea that he made very cheaply?

The teapot was even more ordinary. Except for the thick brass material, which was probably worth a hundred or so coins, there was nothing else. As for the four cups, they were the same stuff. If this set was new, it could be sold for at most 200 yuan on the street stall.

His head was full of question marks. Where is my secret book? Where is my sword? Where is my natural treasure?

In fact, even just now, Mr. Jiang was still very curious and always felt that there must be something amazing, but now...

Well, it is certain that he was fooled by the poor man.

Just when he was extremely frustrated and wanted to curse Gu Qingshan, an old man came in with a broom and a dustpan.

This old man was so old that he was shaking and trembling, as if he would fall down and couldn't get up if the ground was slightly uneven.

Forget about the wrinkles on his face, which were not as good as walnut skin. His old eyes had long been covered by drooping eyelids, and he could only open a crack with great effort.

As for the hair and beard, they were even sparse, and you could count the number of hairs.

Seeing Jiang Fan in a daze, the old man seemed a little surprised. He let out a weak "ah" and revealed his only remaining front tooth. Jiang Fan thought that eating lotus root would definitely cause toothache.

However, the old man just let out a "ah" and didn't say anything else. He slowly dragged the broom and began to clean the cave.

Jiang Fan just stared blankly. The total area was about 70 to 80 square meters. Judging from the speed, he was going to finish it all night.

"That... old man..." Seeing that the other party didn't care what he did, Jiang Fan decided to ask.

"Excuse me, who is it?"

The old man just lowered his head to sweep the floor, and seemed not to hear anything at all.

Is he too old and hard of hearing?

Jiang Fan had to raise his voice: "Old man, who are you?"

The old man still didn't speak, Jiang Fan took a deep breath: "Old-"

"Don't-noise-noise..."

The old man finally spoke, but he was weak, and the effect of just three words was almost the same as a slow-motion movie.

Jiang Fan had to hold back the rest of the words. The old man still lowered his head and swept the floor seriously, and Jiang Fan just watched. After half an hour, the old man finally walked to the corner tremblingly, put the broom carefully, and turned around after ten breaths.

"Boy... the work is not finished..."

Jiang Fan could not hold it in any longer: "Please stop working, I will clean it for you later."

The old man raised his eyelids with great effort and looked at him: "Well... who are you?"

Oh my god, he finally started talking. Jiang Fan hurriedly said: "Junior Jiang Fan, may I ask who the senior is?"

"Ah - I am the second disciple of the Holy Lord, Yang Ba Chi..."

Oh my god! Jiang Fan was shocked. It turned out that it was one of the three disciples of the Holy Lord in the legend, the old man who was still alive.

Everyone knows that the Holy Lord has only three disciples. One of them really didn't live longer than him. He couldn't wait and left in a hurry when he was 190.

One is the youngest Gu Qingshan.

The other is the only remaining second disciple, Yang Ba Chi.