As he spoke, the old man suddenly glanced at Bai Xiaocui, and his eyes moved: "Boy, this girl..."

"Oh, my wife." Jiang Fan said casually.

The old man's calm expression suddenly became very exciting: "Your wife? When did you little brat get married?"

"Just a few days ago, this matter is not as long as my mother's. Let's talk about it when we get back."

Bai Xiaocui looked indifferently and nodded to the old man.

The old man glanced at Bai Xiaocui thoughtfully, nodded slightly, but did not ask any more questions.

From beginning to end, the old man did not look at the Black Mountain Nine Bears, nor did he talk to them. However, the Black Mountain Nine Bears were inexplicably very quiet, and followed the old man and Jiang Fan to the center of the sandbank a few steps behind.

There is a small thatched hut among the trees in the center of the sandbank. It is simple and clean. There is a wooden table and a few unique wooden chairs in the open space outside the door. There is a fishing net hanging next to it. Other than that, there is nothing else.

things.

"Thanks to your old age, you can live such a simple life for decades."

Jiang Fan said this, arranged for Bai Xiaocui and others to sit down, and then began to pack up the fish.

"Old fisherman, get some food, this is only enough for a bowl of soup."

The old man put the fishing rod in the corner and clapped his hands casually: "Just wait, there are guests coming, and you can't just drink a bowl of soup."

Not long after, before Jiang Fan had finished picking up the fish, he saw the huge egret landing on the spot, holding a sixty-seven kilogram wild goat in its talons.

"Huh? That's right, Dabai is great. Fish and sheep are all fresh in the pot. I'm going to have a good meal tonight." Jiang Fan smiled and threw a red fish to the egret.

The Black Mountain Nine Bears seemed to be ignored, but they did not show any displeasure. Without him, this old man seemed to have a natural, indifferent and pure aura that made it impossible for people to have any other emotions.

"It is said that a gentleman cooks far away, but you, a bastard, learned a good cooking skill from nowhere. I haven't tasted it for a long time, but I miss it very much." The old man tasted it carefully, with a look of enjoyment.

"Eat all of them. You'll miss home when you're full." Jiang Fan greeted Heishan Jiuxiong, Bai Xiaocui and others with a smile.

Ding Shaoan couldn't help but mutter: "I feel so full that I feel homesick. Why do you have so many dirty words?"

But I still can’t resist the temptation of delicious food.

Not only him, anyone who has eaten it can't resist it. In this world that only knows how to bake, cook, and cook, Jiang Fan's craftsmanship is unparalleled.

"Boy, last time you said you would complete the poem when you came again. Now let me listen to it. It will be good if you are satisfied."

Jiang Fan put down the spoon, held his head and thought: "The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the Xiling Mountains, and the door is docked with ships thousands of miles away from Dongwu."

The old man's eyes lit up: "What a poem!" Then he recited: "Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascend to the blue sky; the window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the West Ridge, and the boat thousands of miles away from the East Wu is moored at the door. Well, it should be like a big white float."

Black Mountain Jiuxiong could not understand these sophisticated things, but Bai Xiaocui and Ding Shaoan were also stunned. Bai Xiaocui did not speak, but Ding Shaoan couldn't help but look Jiang Fan up and down, as if he was getting to know Jiang Fan all over again.

Jiang Fan hit the snake with a stick and said, "Old man, you have to help with this matter."

The old man laughed and scolded: "How can I fool you, a young boy? Don't worry, I will make arrangements for tomorrow. But I still don't understand. According to what you said, these people want to hunt you out of nowhere, but I know

You little naughty boy is by no means a fuel-efficient lamp. I'm afraid things are not simple, but I don't bother to ask. When you're full, you can leave as soon as possible and don't disturb my purity here."

"That's it. Don't worry. I told you it was just a way. I was going to Qingyun Mountain."

"Qingyun Mountain?" The old man was stunned for a moment: "I understand. Let's leave tomorrow. I will give you a ride."

Jiang Fan quickly cupped his hands and said: "The relationship is good, I know your old man is very particular about it. Besides..." He said with a sneer on his face: "Why don't I give you another poem as a gift, please give me some more benefits?"

The old man glared at him fiercely, but finally put down his chopsticks: "You kid is always so greedy. Alas! Although you are a bastard, your poetry is the best in the world, so let's talk about it first."

Jiang Fan started pacing pretentiously, looking up at the sky. He looked like a master, but unfortunately he had the face of a young man. He looked like the kind of guy who just expressed his sorrow for composing new words. But there was the song just now.

Shi Zhuyu was in front of him, but no one said anything to ridicule him at this time.

Jiang Fan shook his head and groaned for a while, then finally clapped his hands: "Yes! Master, please listen carefully. Birds will fly away from thousands of mountains, and people will disappear from thousands of paths..."

As soon as Jiang Fan opened his mouth, he was like Wang Zha. Not only the old man, Bai and Ding, but even the Black Mountain Nine Bears who were not familiar with writing could feel the artistic conception.

"...Okay, okay." The old man brushed his beard, and with this opening, a lonely and desolate scene came to his face, making people instantly blend into it.

"Birds have disappeared from thousands of mountains, and all traces of people have been wiped out from thousands of paths; a man with a coir raincoat hat is alone in a boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river!"

As soon as the whole poem came out, the old man's fingers stroking his beard stopped immediately, and Bai Xiaocui's bowls and chopsticks also stopped.

They all seemed to see a small boat on the snow-covered river, and an old fisherman fishing alone in the middle of the cold river. The world was pure and silent, spotless and silent, and the old fisherman's noble style and aloof character were vivid.

On paper, it seemed as if it was tailor-made for the old man in front of me.

After a long time, the old man nodded, his eyes full of admiration: "It's really a good poem."

Jiang Fan looked like he was shitting his ass: "That's right, Jiang Fan's products must be of high quality. Look at this..."

The old man pulled him away in disgust: "I have my own plans. Go ahead and don't stop me from eating fish."

Jiang Fan quickly and diligently served a bowl of fish soup: "Take a sip first. All the nutrients are in the soup, and it's more delicious than meat."

The old man looked at Bai Xiaocui: "Does this girl have a birthmark on her face?"

Bai Xiaocui is different from Jiuxiong. No one or anywhere seems to have any influence on her. When she heard this, she just said: "No."

Jiang Fan took over the conversation and said: "She only got here later. At that time, she was seriously ill and was in coma for several days. Would you like to take a look at her?"

The old man drank the soup and said, "I'm just a fisherman. You know who to go to for medical treatment, but he doesn't think much of you, so what's the use of looking for me."

Jiang Fan pouted: "That old guy says every day that his medical skills are the best in the world and he can't even see a red spot. I think his bragging ability is the best in the world."

"boast?"

"Ah, that is to say, when killing a cow, the cowhide is blown away. This is more complete, but it sounds tiring and the tone is so loud, so I use it to describe someone who talks big."

The old man laughed: "You kid, you are still so naughty. If the old guy hears this, he will give you a beating."
Chapter completed!