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 people in the carriage 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 and made his brain feel a little uncomfortable.

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

There was no sound in the carriage for a moment, 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 vaguely felt 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, I can't wait any longer. My life is at stake, so I'd better 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 who was 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.

A voice slowly came from 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. What's important is that I am a Taoist priest, and you...can't kill my Taoist disciple."

"Taoist 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 only the empress could compare to when she cut through thousands of troops with one sword.

The sword was sharp, killing with astonishing speed.

However, he was surprised to find that his uncle was still free

He smiled at himself and even said: "No, I told you not to kill him."

The next moment, he slowly stretched out a hand, grasped 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, 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, a shrill voice like a night owl came from the carriage.

The old Taoist priest sighed: "I already told you that I don't like going out. If I come out, I will fight. Let's stop fighting, okay?"

"If I go out, I will kill someone."

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

There was another moment of silence in the carriage.

"Can I leave my name?"

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

"...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 and slowly drove 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 really 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.

Bar……"

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, master, do you know that you are so unreliable? Even though I am a registered disciple, I am still the only one in the master’s sect, okay? I’m not afraid of being killed?

"I said...that's the seventh elder of Taihua, the Seven Killing Sword. You are really big-hearted."

The old Taoist priest said, "How did you know he would be waiting for you here?"

"Hey~! This is not easy. When Taihua called for a meeting, the people who came fell behind Taiyue, which is not normal. Besides, Gu Qingshan vaguely revealed some news to me, and said that he could not follow me at the foot of the mountain.

I was traveling together, so how could I have imagined that eighty percent of the people from Taihua were waiting to plot against me."

"Didn't you say you were Huiming? Why did they insist on killing you?"

"Yeah, just because I said I was Huiming, they didn't think I was Huiming..."

Such roundabout words were obviously not suitable for a seasoned person to think, so he scratched his head and stopped thinking, 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 really can't tell a person's face."

The old Taoist priest put down the gourd, a little confused: "Lying? No?"

Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment: "Didn't you just say you won't lie? Why did you make up a name like Huang Liang?"

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

This time it was Jiang Fan's turn to be stunned: "...that, Huang Liang from Huang Liang Yimeng?"

"Huang Liang Yi Meng? What does it mean?" The old Taoist priest seemed to have never heard of it.

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

Unexpectedly, the old Taoist priest held his chin and pondered for a long time: "Hmm... Not bad, a bit interesting, very suitable for my practice... How about this technique be called Huangliang Yimeng?"
Chapter completed!