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Jun Tian could hear clearly, but didn't quite understand, so he asked: "What's not enough?"

At this time, they already knew each other's identity, so Jiang Fan saw that it was him, his expression softened a little, and said: "So it's Junior Brother."

Since Jian Juntian went up the mountain, he hasn't left yet, and the sword in his hand has never drank human blood, at most, he has cut down wild animals in the mountain for tooth sacrifice, but Jiang Fan's sword is a sharp weapon that has drank blood.

Jiang Fan said: "Swords are always cold, but human blood is hot... Can there be invincible swordsmanship and invincible swordsmen in this world?"

Jian Juntian was so blessed that he immediately understood what the other party had done down the mountain.

Sure enough, Jiang Fan said: "I used the sword in my hand to defeat the masters of various factions, and I did not lose a single one. I also took many martial arts secret books and read them one by one. But the more I see, the more confused I feel, because I can't see the end. "

Jian Juntian hesitated to speak, thought again and again, and finally said: "I think brother just read too many stories."

Jiang Fan gave him a sad look.

When he was young, he loved to read story books, and he missed the hero in white clothes and the expert who lived in seclusion in the mountains. The combination of the two images became the hero in white who lived in seclusion in the mountains.

— But he is destined not to be a hero.

Jiang Fan claimed to have obtained martial arts secret books, but in fact the means he used were not bright. After the Dongchuang incident, a group of bitter masters came to Shan Shan.

He was also a bachelor, before the suffering master opened his mouth, he broke his sword in front of the patriarch's tablet and chased himself away. From then on, he has nothing to do with Shanshan, and it seems that he has nothing to do with Jian Juntian.

Jian Juntian's swordsmanship only seeks the word "steady", he is not as impetuous as a young man, and when fighting with others, even if he is at a disadvantage, he will not panic at all.Some fellow disciples ridiculed him for his gentle swordsmanship and weak temperament, and he was still defeated by his sword in the end.

At that time, various sects sent disciples to the world to stop the war, and the Shanshan School coincided with Jianjun Tianxia Mountain.At the beginning of his descent from the mountain, he received an order from all over the world to arrest Jiang Fan, together with a dozen of his comrades in the rivers and lakes, regardless of life or death.

He had no choice but to chase Jiang Fan for two years, and finally blocked him on a cliff.

The rest of the comrades have all separated, and finally only Jian Juntian and Jiang Fan are left.

Jiang Fan turned his back to the cliff, sitting with a horizontal sword on his knees, with a chic demeanor, and his white clothes fluttered in the bitter mountain wind.

Jian Juntian's sweaty long hair stuck to the side of his neck, describing him as a mess.

Jiang Fan said with a smile: "...So it's the younger brother."

Jian Juntian looked at the new sword on his lap, the blade was as clear as water.

When the others arrived, Jiang Fan fell into the abyss with a sword stuck in his chest, leaving no bones left.

Afterwards, Jian Juntian became the new leader of the world's war.

In the story book, there is no tall man in white clothes who fell off a cliff and died, so Jiang Fan survived well, lived by the Qingzhang River, and picked up an apprentice to raise and play with.

Jiang Xuezhou has been by Jiang Fan's side since he could remember, known as master and apprentice, and loves him like a father and son.

He is born smart and can learn things that ordinary people can't learn in a lifetime in a very short time. Even Jiang Fan feels that he has excellent aptitude.

Because of this, he just tasted everything and refused to spend extra effort.

Jiang Fan pampered him to the point of spoiling him, and even gave him Pihanxi, so naturally he wouldn't criticize him too much.

He doesn't like to practice swords himself, but he likes to watch his master dance swords.

Jiang Fan has seen various schools of exercises, and he has not been idle for several years. He figured out something new by himself, and did it casually, and he entered a new world.

They should have been a pair of master and apprentice who couldn't be happier.That day Jiang Xuezhou used to sit on the porch, clapping her hands and applauding when she saw the master dancing to a wonderful place.

Jiang Fan couldn't help him, so he smiled wryly, suddenly his heart ached, his blood surged up, and he lost his mind.

Jiang Xuezhou didn't notice anything wrong at first, until when Jiang Fan moved the sword with sword energy, it brushed against his side.

They fought in the past, mostly Jiang Fan was playing around with him, never showed their murderous intent like this time.

Jiang Xuezhou was lazy, but his swordsmanship was not bad. Jiang Fan, who was doing his best, had to go through about ten moves before being pierced through the leg bone by the sword energy.

After a few more moves, many wounds were added to his body.

At the critical moment, Jiang Fan finally regained his sanity, pushed him away with one sleeve, and hissed, "... let's go!"

Jiang Xuezhou was not a mother-in-law, so she walked briskly, and turned back only after the bleeding stopped. Except for the severe injury on her leg, the other injuries were not serious.

Jiang Fan finished adjusting his breath, but when he saw him coming back, he turned his back and asked him to leave and not to come back.

It turned out that he had read cheat books of other sects in his early years, and practiced those internal skills on a whim. It was not obvious at the beginning, but after a long time, he was very easy to go crazy. The more he practiced, the faster the attack.

This time is just the beginning, if he doesn't wake up in time next time, Jiang Xuezhou will have no reason to survive.

Jiang Xuezhou was also stubborn, knelt at his feet, and said, "As long as I practice swordsmanship diligently, I will be able to defeat Master one day. After I learn medicine, getting injured is nothing."

Jiang Fan flicked his sleeves angrily, and made a gesture to hit him, but in the end he just patted his head and sighed silently.

Jiang Xuezhou spoke confidently, but in fact it didn't go well.When Jiang Fan first got sick, he was still injured a lot. The most serious one, his whole body was broken and it was difficult to move.

He lay by the river for three days and nights, it rained again and his body was muddy, thinking that he was going to die like this.

After Jiang Fan woke up, he searched everywhere for him and couldn't find him. He was so anxious that when he found him, he could hardly detect his breath.

Afterwards, Jiang Fan wanted to sever his meridians, Jiang Xuezhou slashed his sword at the side of his neck, and said to him: "If you dare to die, I will not live."

But things are finally getting better.

After the age of 19, Jiang Xuezhou has never been seriously injured again, and has accomplished medical skills, able to regulate Jiang Fan's meridians.

Some things are unavoidable, Jiang Fan's madness is getting longer and longer, and the damage to his internal organs is getting bigger and bigger, but it is rare to be able to take a breath, so he doesn't have to be afraid that one day he will kill his beloved disciple by mistake.

At this time, he no longer practiced swords, and when he was awake, he took the fish basket to go fishing on the river, and talked about the past with Jiang Fan.

The most often mentioned is still the old things of Shanshan.

He said: "Shanshan Mountain often has heavy snow, and it is far away from the dust. Why can't the Qingzhang River see any snow smell?"

Jiang Xuezhou accompanied him and said, "Then let's go north."

Jiang Fan shook his head: "I made a promise with someone, to live in seclusion peacefully, not to go anywhere, it will be even worse if I see old people."

Jiang Xuezhou urged in his ear: "...we can go secretly and come back when we see snow."

Jiang Fan mentioned Jian Juntian most often, he said: "Brother was bullied so badly when he was in Shan Shan, he was skinny and had no flesh. His face was thinner, and his eyes were big. When he looked at people, he looked like a Poor little deer."

Jiang Xuezhou knew some things about Jianghu, so he was dubious: "The leader of Tianxia Zhige had such a soft temper when he was young?"

Jiang Fan patted his chest with him and promised: "No mistake, I watched him grow up."

Jiang Xuezhou thought about the rumors he had heard, and asked him once: "I heard people say that back then, Jian Juntian chased Master to nowhere, and took credit for it, so he successfully became the leader of the alliance. Is there such a thing?"

Jiang Fan said: "He served the world, no wonder he, besides... At that time on the cliff..."

Jiang Xuezhou took his arm and said: "Besides what? What did you say on the cliff?"

It's a pity that Jiang Fan's body was as soft as a ball of cotton wool, and he didn't even have the energy to say the lightest word.

He looked at Jiang Xuezhou's young face unwillingly, thinking that he still had a lot to say to his stupid apprentice.

When I met Jian Juntian a few years ago, he mentioned his little apprentice in a praiseful tone, the look on his brows was probably the same as that of ordinary parents in the world.

Jian Juntian was already the leader of the world's Zhige alliance, so he took a sword from the treasure house and gave it to him, saying: "Senior brother once said that swords are always cold, what do you think of this Pihan rhinoceros?"

Jiang Fan flicked the hilt of the sword, there was a little warmth under his hand, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly: "There really is such a strange thing."

Jian Juntian pursed his lips and smiled slightly: "Then give it to Xuezhou."

Jiang Fan said: "Why do you love him more than me?"

Jian Juntian said: "Since brother praises him so much, he must be a good boy."

Jiang Fan couldn't bear the praise, so he took him to visit the young apprentice secretly.

The little disciple sat on the boat fishing boredly, maybe he was sleepy, with his arms around his knees, his head bit by bit, he was originally good looking, and at this moment he was even more cute.

Seeing that the fishing rod was about to fall into the water as soon as his hands were loosened, Jian Juntian held a small stone in his hand, urged with all his strength, and quietly sent the fishing rod back to Jiang Xuezhou's hand.

Jiang Fan looked at the little apprentice from afar, saw Jian Juntian when he was young again in a daze, and remembered what the other party said that day on the cliff.

"One night, I dreamed that my senior brother died by my sword. When I woke up, I broke out in a cold sweat. I knew I couldn't be a good person."

So he fell into the abyss holding the sword on his chest, and smiled at Jian Juntian on the cliff.

... You know, I know.

Peach blossoms are not discounted【1】

1,

When Jiang Shangshu was thrown into the dungeon, he still had a leisurely smile on his face.

He smelled of alcohol, his hair was all loose, and although his clothes were a little disheveled and stained with blood from the fight just now, he didn't look embarrassed.

It was dark, the moonlight poured down through the transom, and the candles on the walls dimmed.

The faint light elongated the figure, shaking slightly.The air is humid and smelly, and people are in it, very depressing.

Feng Tu bent down and stepped into the prison, seeing Jiang Shangshu's appearance, he clicked his tongue in admiration: "Everyone in the Jianghu said that Taiyuanzong's Jiang Shangshu is a prodigal son who puts life and death at risk, and it is true."

He folded his hands on his belly. When Jiang Shangshu caught a glimpse of them, he felt that the fingers of these hands were slender and the nails were well trimmed, so he couldn't help but pay attention for a while.

And Feng Tu's jade-like hand had already grasped a long whip hanging on the wall.

That long whip was as thick as three fingers, and the little barbs on it were as bright as silver stars.Feng Tu's smile was faint, and against his soft facial features, to those who didn't know, he was just a graceful and elegant handsome man.

But the corner of his mouth turned down slightly, and the smile didn't end, but the whip made a thunderclap in the air, and landed on Jiang Shangshu again.

The whip was so severe that Jiang Shangshu's hands and feet were shackled.