Since Jiang Fan had spoken, the Little Turtle had no choice but to give up.
"Hmph! I'll let you off this time for his sake."
"Damn it! Once I've regained my strength, I'll see how I pound you into the ground!"
"Oh, you're pretty arrogant, aren't you? Looks like I'll teach you a lesson today, or you won't know how powerful Lord Turtle!"
Seeing the tense atmosphere, Jiang Fan was afraid that the two would start fighting again, so he quickly ran over and stood between them.
That's enough, is this ever going to end?
"But he bullied you!" the Little Turtle protested angrily.
Its master is an unparalleled, most handsome man in the universe, an inviolable deity. How could he have received such treatment?!
Jiang Fan was already used to the Little Turtle's protectiveness, and waved his hand, "Anyway, I'm fine with nothing else to do."
Jiang Fan has spoken, so no matter how angry the Little Turtle is, it can't attack the Crazy Old Man in front of him.
But it's possible to take action privately.
Seeing that the Little Turtle actually listened to Jiang Fan and went to the side to draw circles and curse itself, the Crazy Old Man didn't get used to it as quickly as Jiang Fan.
It just looks weird no matter how you look at it.
Even with Wang Yao's instructions, the Little Turtle's behavior was still a bit excessive.
It didn't seem like she was forced to protect Jiang Fan; rather... it was more like she was acting on her own initiative.
Even more so.
Could it really be as Jiang Fan said, that the Little Turtle's brain was damaged by the Pope's kick and it's gone mad?
He couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried, and just when he was at his wit's end, Jiang Fan suddenly let out a joyful exclamation.
"Got it!"
"What? You got pregnant after sleeping with that Crazy Woman for one night?" The Crazy Old Man was still a bit angry and retorted instinctively.
Jiang Fan rolled his eyes at him without any politeness, but didn't take his words seriously.
That old guy is always unserious. You can't argue with him, and even if you could, you shouldn't. So arguing with him is just asking to drive yourself crazy.
"I was just thinking about it. Since you find swordsmanship too complex and mysterious, why not simplify it?"
"What?" The Crazy Old Man blinked, then picked at his ear. "Simplified? Are you kidding me? This is a sword technique created by the Handsome Uncle himself. His swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world. I'm not trying to discourage you, but your idea is just too far-fetched—"
Tan.
Before he could utter the last word, the Crazy Old Man was so shocked by what he saw that his mouth opened wide enough to fit a goose egg.
Not only that, his jaw almost dislocated.
What appeared before him now was that Jiang Fan had indeed simplified the sword technique.
This wasn't the most shocking thing for him.
The sword techniques simplified by Jiang Fan are simple yet profound, plain yet full of subtlety.
To put it simply, it's even better!
grass grass grass grass grass grass--
The Crazy Old Man felt as if ten thousand alpacas were galloping wildly over his head, then another ten thousand, and another ten thousand.
I've lost count of how many batches there have been.
Jiang Fan finished his attack and sheathed his sword with swift and decisive movements.
He looked at the Crazy Old Man again, "How about it? Isn't it much easier to understand after the simplification?"
The Crazy Old Man nodded subconsciously, his expression a mixture of three parts dazed, three parts obedient, and three parts awkward, much like a primary school student suddenly called on by the teacher in class.
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and practice! Otherwise you'll forget it and I'll have to do it all over again."
Jiang Fan frowned slightly when he saw the Crazy Old Man not moving, and then impatiently urged him on.
"Oh, oh." The Crazy Old Man nodded subconsciously again, then picked up his sword and prepared to practice.
Wait a minute...
After regaining his senses, the Crazy Old Man slapped Jiang Fan on the back of the head again.
"What the hell is your attitude? You're the master and I'm the master? How dare you talk to me like that?"
Jiang Fan winced in pain, but retorted rudely, "The accomplished come first. Now that I'm teaching you, I'm your master."
Well, actually, the Crazy Old Man really wanted to slap him again, but what Jiang Fan said made so much sense that he couldn't refute it.
Never mind, I'll learn it first.
Before he started practicing, he still wanted to ask, "How did you manage to do that?"
Jiang Fan curled his lips and raised an eyebrow, his gaze towards the Crazy Old Man intentionally or unintentionally smug.
"I've already changed my swordsmanship to saber techniques; it's just a simple simplification, nothing to worry about."
The Crazy Old Man suppressed the urge to hit someone, turned around and started practicing his sword. He shouldn't have asked that question; he was just asking for trouble.
Despite the complaints and the genuine desire to hit someone, to be Crazy Old Man was much more adept at wielding the sword technique after Jiang Fan's modifications.
He'll probably get a basic grasp of it in no more than an afternoon.
Hahaha!
As he became more and more skilled at it, he couldn't contain his joy.
However, Jiang Fan simply shook his head in disdain.
He's simplified the sword technique to this extent, yet it's still so slow to learn.
Forget it, judging from the Crazy Old Man's posture, who knows when he'll finish practicing. I'll take a nap first.
Jiang Fan fell asleep quickly and slept very soundly.
He drifted into a dream without realizing it, and in the dream, he saw a child practicing with a sword.
The child was short, only reaching his waist.
Only when you get closer can you see the other person's appearance clearly: dark skin, a buzz cut, and thick, dark eyebrows that grow sloping upwards in a messy manner.
Putting everything else aside, just look at those eyebrows alone—the impression they give.
Two words -- Dissatisfied
I don't know who they're trying to provoke, but they just have this "What are you looking at? What's it to you if I look at you! Try looking at me again! Try me and see what happens!" attitude.
For some reason, this face gave him a sense of déjà vu.
But upon careful recollection, I couldn't recall where I had seen it before.
The Brat practiced the sword technique over and over again, but seemed unable to grasp the essence of it.
Well, even though it was in a dream, Jiang Fan still gave him a nickname.
They're called "Brat."
Jiang Fan could tell that the swordsmanship this Brat was using was ethereal and otherworldly, which didn't suit his Brat image at all.
But the Brat refused to accept it, determined to tame this sword technique.
After standing to the side for who knows how long, Jiang Fan simply couldn't stand watching this stupid Brat anymore.
He felt that he was dreaming about what he had been thinking about during the day. He must have been instructing the Crazy Old Man during the day, and the Crazy Old Man was just too stupid, which was why he was having such a dream.
"Hey kid, you'd better not practice. To be blunt, you're not suited for swordsmanship."
After speaking, he noticed that the Brat didn't react at all and continued practicing his sword clumsily.
Huh? Can't you hear me?
Jiang Fan walked up to the Brat and waved his hand in front of him.
After a few attempts, it was confirmed that the other party indeed could not see it.
The Brat practiced for a while longer, but still couldn't get the hang of it, so he got angry and threw the sword on the ground and stomped on it.
"There must be something wrong with this sword! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
Seeing the Brat so agitated, Jiang Fan, knowing the child couldn't hear him, couldn't help but say something.
"It's clearly you who's stupid."
No sooner had he finished speaking Brat turned around abruptly and yelled in his direction.
You're the stupid one! Your whole family is stupid!