Fish swimming around the world

Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes: "The path is the Heavenly Master Dao Huiming of Longhu Mountain. What are you pretending to be?"

"You can't hide it from others, but you can't hide it from me. Tell me, who are you..."

The car didn't seem to believe his words at all, and the harsh sound came directly from the car.

Jiang Fan frowned. The sound was very irritating to his eardrums, making him feel a little uncomfortable in his brain.

"I am Huiming, who are you? Why are you blocking me here?"

There was no sound in the carriage for a while, the night fell, and the wind blew, as if some kind of low and depressing atmosphere quietly filled the void.

"...Forget it, I'll kill you and see what kind of monster you are."

Jiang Fan was suddenly startled and clasped his fingers tightly on the gourd, but for some reason, he felt vaguely that the gourd could not protect him this time.

Damn it...Jiang Fan's palms are sweating, why haven't he come yet? They are indeed waiting for me here. I am counting on you...

After all the calculations, I failed to calculate the time difference! No, we can't wait any longer. Our lives are at stake, so let's take precautions first.

Jiang Fan grabbed Tian Lao's gourd and was about to open it when he heard a lazy voice behind him: "You can't kill him. I don't agree with this."

Jiang Fan suddenly let out a sigh of relief, Mom, you are finally here. I thought you had gone astray.

Turning around, I saw an old Taoist priest as thin as a bamboo pole walking over with a date stone on his head.

He seemed to be walking very slowly, but in just one or two steps, he walked from hundreds of meters away to Jiang Fan.

"Brother...brother?" Jiang Fan was overjoyed, and a big stone suddenly fell to the ground.

Slowly came the message in the carriage: "Huitong? No... you're not."

"Oh...I'm not, then who am I?" the old Taoist asked, tilting his head.

There was silence in the carriage for a moment: "Huitong, it is rumored that he is in seclusion at the back of Longhu Mountain and has not been seen for twenty years, but I am sure that you... are not him."

Huitong said lazily: "It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I am a Taoist priest, and you...can't kill my Taoist disciple."

"Tao disciple? Huh, not necessarily!"

The carriage suddenly shook, and a sword shot through the air, as if a meteor streaked through the darkness.

It was a powerful sword that Jiang Fan had never seen before. It seemed that it could only be compared to the time when the Empress split thousands of troops with one sword.

The sword was sharp, killing, and incredibly fast.

However, he was surprised to find that his uncle actually had time to smile at him, and even said: "No, I told you not to kill him."

The next moment, he slowly stretched out a hand, pinched the tip of the sword, waved it and threw it aside.

So the sword with the long tail seemed to have turned at a right angle.

And in the distance, there was a scream.

This scene is extremely strange. The sword is so fast, it can kill the enemy in just a moment. How could it be possible for you to smile and finish your sentence?

However, somehow, it seems to have slowed down, and the slow and lazy uncle seems to be not on the same time track as all this.

Suddenly there was no wind and the curtains of the carriage automatically moved. A powerful momentum rose into the sky from the carriage. However, it slowly dissipated and everything returned to calm.

"...I have never seen a person like you in this world."

After a long time, the harsh sound like a night owl came from the carriage.

The old Taoist priest sighed: "I told you I don't like to come out. If you come out, you'll have to fight. Let's not fight, okay?"

"I will kill someone if I go out."

The old Taoist priest pointed to the direction where the screams came from in the distance: "They have already been killed."

There was another silence in the carriage.

"Can I leave my name?"

The old Taoist priest said: "I am a poor Taoist... Huangliang."

"...Huang...Liang?"

The person in the carriage also seemed confused. He had probably never heard of this name.

"Real name?"

"A poor man doesn't tell lies."

"Okay... Huang Daozhang... let's say goodbye today..."

After saying that, Jiang Fan's eyes blurred as he seemed to see a black shadow flying away from the carriage, but it was not a person and he didn't see it clearly at all.

The old Taoist priest was happy: "Haha, I know we are both lazy, so I kept the car..."

Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment and couldn't help laughing: "Just now I was thinking that I was too lazy to walk."

Then, a black carriage creaked slowly away under the moonlight.

In the carriage, Jiang Fan couldn't help but wonder: "Uncle Master, what kind of kung fu do you do? Why do I always feel like I'm watching slow motion?"

"Ah..." The old Taoist priest seemed a little confused: "This... it's not easy to explain... I'll talk about it after I figure it out."

Haha, that's great. You don't know what you are practicing. My sect is very weird.

"Can you beat that old guy just now?"

"I don't know how to fight, but...he shouldn't be able to kill me..."

Jiang Fan was speechless again. I just heard that this uncle had been lying on the beach for three and a half years, relying on the big waves to turn him over. It seemed that he rarely came out. He was unclear about others and even more vague about himself.

"It's okay, it's okay..." Jiang Fan patted his chest with lingering fear: "If you come later, I'm afraid my nephew will be gone."

The old Taoist priest frowned: "When the thunder was released, I just wanted to hear the sound, but I went in the wrong direction..."

Oh my god...

Jiang Fan almost lost his temper.

My little life was really saved this time.

It was fine just now, but now Mr. Jiang's fingers are trembling.

By the way, do you know that you are so unreliable, Master? Although I am a registered disciple, I am still the only one in the division, okay, so I am not afraid of being killed?

"I said... that's the Seventh Elder of Taihua, the Seven Killing Swords. You are really generous."

The old Taoist said, "Oh!" and asked, "How do you know he will be waiting for you here?"

"Hey~! This is not simple. Taihua summoned people for this matter, but the people who came fell behind Taiyue. It's not normal. Besides, Gu Qingshan gave me some information and said that he couldn't travel with me at the foot of the mountain. How could I not think that it was probably the people of Taihua who were waiting to plot against me."

"Didn't you say you are Huiming? Why do they have to kill you?"

"Yes, just because I said I am Huiming, they don't think I am Huiming..."

Such a roundabout way of talking is obviously not suitable for people like the old Taoist to think about. He scratched his head and stopped thinking about it, leaning on the carriage to drink.

Jiang Fan became more and more curious about this uncle: "Uncle, I didn't expect you to lie. You can't judge a person by his appearance."

The old Taoist priest put down the gourd and was a little confused: "Lie? No?"

Jiang Fan was stunned: "Didn't you just say that you don't lie? Why did you make up a name called Huangliang?"

The old Taoist priest said: "Yes, my name is Huangliang. A common name."

This time it was Jiang Fan's turn to be stunned: "... That, Huangliang in Huangliang Yimeng?"

"Huangliang Yimeng? What does it mean?" The old Taoist priest seemed to have never heard of it.

Jiang Fan was stunned, and remembered that there seemed to be no such allusion in this world, so he told him about it.

Unexpectedly, the old Taoist priest pinched his chin and pondered for a long time: "Hmm... Not bad, a little interesting, quite suitable for my practice... Otherwise, this skill should be called Huangliang Yimeng?"

Jiang Fan was speechless and actually laughed...