After finally getting rid of the Zhou Family's three generations, the Crazy Old Man and Jiang Fan finally got down to business.
"Take out the Spirit Weapon so I can see it."
This was also the main purpose of his special trip.
"Um."
Jiang Fan didn't waste any words. With a flick of his wrist, the Spirit Weapon appeared in his hand.
The moment the Crazy Old Man received the Spirit Weapon, an image of someone dressed in snow-white robes wielding a long sword involuntarily flashed into his mind.
"Why--"
After letting out a long sigh, the Crazy Old Man's face returned to normal.
"Didn't you say you learned a very exquisite sword technique from this Spirit Weapon? Come on, show me."
"Good."
Jiang Fan had already mastered the sword technique, and then he demonstrated it smoothly in front of the Crazy Old Man.
After finishing his move, he noticed that the Crazy Old Man seemed to be staring at him in a daze.
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with my swordsmanship?"
The Crazy Old Man's thoughts were pulled back by Jiang Fan's words, and his expression became more wistful.
"This is a sword technique he created himself."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Fan nodded thoughtfully.
He had a rough idea, after all, it was that person's sword.
The Crazy Old Man took the sword from Jiang Fan's hand again, looked at the runes on the sword, and couldn't help but say something again.
"I really didn't expect you to be so lucky, kid. You actually managed to refine such a rare Spirit Weapon."
"Unfortunately, I don't like using swords. I find it much more satisfying to use a knife, slashing and hacking, which is more destructive and emphasizes using brute force to overcome skill. But using a sword is different. Swords emphasize thrusting, parrying, pointing, and slicing, and it's about moving around and grappling. You have to pay more attention to agile movements and it's about winning with skill. So, if I could, I would prefer a knife-like Spirit Weapon."
The Crazy Old Man sensed the disdain in Jiang Fan's tone and couldn't help but slap Jiang Fan on the back of the head.
"You're really getting a good deal and then complaining! Do you know how many people in this world covet this Spirit Weapon? Do you even know how rare and precious a Spirit Weapon is? And you're already complaining!"
Jiang Fan rubbed the back of his head, which had been slapped so hard, and asked a question.
"How rare is he? Even rarer and more precious than Spirit Master?"
Well--
One sentence was enough to choke the Crazy Old Man, leaving him glaring wildly at Jiang Fan.
It took me a long time to recover.
"You'll drive me crazy one of these days!"
Jiang Fan really wanted to say that he couldn't bear to make you angry, considering all those points.
Thinking of the points, Jiang Fan immediately took action.
They massaged the Crazy Old Man's shoulders and legs.
[bite!]
Hearing the long-awaited 1000 points, Jiang Fan was overjoyed.
Not only Jiang Fan, Crazy Old Man's mood also eased slightly and became more pleasant.
His eccentric disciple, aside from his sharp tongue that could drive anyone mad, was actually quite filial and cared deeply for his old man.
"By the way, I heard from Jin Changfeng that you stole his family's secret technique. What's that all about?"
"Well, actually I didn't steal it."
Upon hearing Jiang Fan's answer, the Crazy Old Man's face showed surprise.
"Oh? No? If not, why didn't you defend yourself when Jin Changfeng accused you? Being wrongly accused for no reason isn't like you."
Jiang Fan was too lazy to explain, so he gave the Crazy Old Man a live performance.
He suddenly activated the World-Shaking Meteoric Metal Body.
"Here it is."
Seeing the golden patterns on Jiang Fan's body, the dumbfounded Crazy Old Man subconsciously gasped.
That single breath was so powerful it could suck up all the air around it.
Although he knew very well that his disciple was a monstrous genius and had witnessed it more than once or twice, he was still inevitably shocked when he saw him again.
"You little brat, you're not human!"
After saying that, the Crazy Old Man decisively turned away and refused to look.
That way, you won't be stimulated.
"Sleep!"
Only sweet dreams could soothe his agitated little heart.
At the same time, he could also empathize with the classmates, seniors, and alumni who had been provoked by him back then.
The next morning.
Jiang Fan looked at the Crazy Old Man was about to leave, a look of reluctance in his eyes.
After all, earning 3000 points a day is so easy.
"My son, daughter-in-law, and grandson are still at Fortress No. 31. My home is there, so naturally I have to go back."
Since the Crazy Old Man had said so, Jiang Fan couldn't insist on keeping him any longer.
Just then, a familiar voice rang out.
"Oh? Brother Fan, so you live here! What a coincidence, I just moved next door."
Upon hearing the voice, Jiang Fan knew it belonged to the fat man.
He had heard his parents mention it yesterday; they said that new residents had moved in next door and they were planning to visit them sometime.
Unexpectedly, the person who moved in was none other than Fatty, along with Fatty's cousin Wang Yao.
At this moment, Wang Yao was standing next to the fat man, but the way she looked at him was different from before.
It lost some of its nonchalance and gained more of a sense of surprise and an indescribable subtlety.
She was looking at the Crazy Old Man, and the Crazy Old Man was also looking at Wang Yao, both with indescribable expressions on their faces.
" Ergouzi!" As soon as Wang Yao uttered those words, Jiang Fan's pupils dilated in shock.
My God! What did he hear?
He thought he was already cool just because he was called "Crazy Old Man," but then someone called him "Ergouzi "!
That's incredibly bold!
What he found most unbelievable was that the Crazy Old Man didn't lose his temper.
This made him wonder a thousand things: what exactly was the fat man's cousin...?
"It really is you, Ergouzi!"
Wang Yao stepped forward, circled the Crazy Old Man several times, looked him up and down, and finally even tugged at his beard.
"You Crazy Old Woman, what are you doing?"
The Crazy Old Man jumped aside in a fit of rage, glaring at Wang Yao with annoyance.
"Wow, you've aged so much! I almost didn't recognize you."
Hearing Wang Yao's complaints, the Crazy Old Man also wanted to retort.
How come you seem to be getting younger and younger? You look like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. He almost didn't recognize you.
Honestly, if it weren't for that distinctive " Ergouzi " cry, he really wouldn't have recognized her; he would have just thought she looked like Crazy Old Woman.
At this moment, Jiang Fan could no longer contain his curiosity and asked.
" Crazy Old Man, do you know her?"
Instead of answering Jiang Fan's question, the Crazy Old Man asked a question of his own.
How did you meet her?
Jiang Fan pointed to the fat man standing to the side, "He's the fat man I told you about, and she's his cousin."
"What?! My cousin?!" The Crazy Old Man's jaw nearly dropped in shock.
He had heard Jiang Fan mention Fatty, the heir of the Pill Pavilion, some time ago.
According to seniority, Wang Yao couldn't possibly be the fat man's cousin, right?
Seeing the twitching muscles on the Crazy Old Man's face, Jiang Fan sensed something was wrong.
Furthermore, the interactions between the Crazy Old Man and Wang Yao are completely out of character for someone their age difference should have.
Who exactly is she?
"Her? She is the Grand Master of the Pill Pavilion— "