Whether it is a person in the rivers and lakes or a family member, the two warriors who like to talk about it the most are Xu Tianwolf and Cao Zijian, who are also celestials.

Cao Zijian entered the earth step at the age of twelve, entered the heavenly step at the age of fifteen, and was invincible before the age of thirty, if it weren't for Xu Tianwolf's retreat for less than twenty years, the world's first name would have long been famous, and Cao Zijian's unreasonable upgrade path is different, which is known as Xu Tianluo, who is known as a sword celestial kneeling, was almost unknown in the first half of his life, and only once he entered the heavens at the age of sixty, he killed several demons in a row, shocking the world, among which the legend is that there are demon emperor-like characters.

Compared with Xu Tianwolf, although Fan Taixian can't enter the heavens in one fell swoop, but his cultivation has been stagnant for more than 20 years, and he has entered the heavenly path in one leap, which is really incredible, although most of it is because of Situ Wen's transmission of skills, but it is the same as eating, someone can survive a bowl of rice, and some people can't eat ten bowls of rice, they can absorb Situ Wen's cultivation, and survive the catastrophe, who dares to say that this Fan family's rice bucket is really a rice bucket that only relies on others.

At least Long Thirteen wouldn't think so, because he saw Fan Taixian crush the purple thunder that was even more ferocious than the first three with one palm, and after crushing it, the originally black and oppressive sky suddenly stopped raining, and it was obvious that God was going to make way for this tiger gun.

After landing, Fan Taixian looked surprised, then looked at Long Thirteen and said, "Boss, what's wrong with me, how can I jump so high?"

Long Thirteen was still in a state of shock, and after hearing this, he was a little speechless, you kid killed the purple thunder, this will still care about how he jumped so high, isn't there a hole in his brain?

"You don't know what's going on?" asked Ryujuju.

Fan Taixian touched his head and said, "I probably know a little bit, when I was confused, the master told me." ”

Since Situ Wen can make such a magical power as transmission of gong, it is not easy to transmit sound or something, Long Shisan patted Fan Taixian's shoulder and said, "You kid can, what rank is it now?"

"I don't know, but I feel like I can't run out of energy. "Fan Taixian has almost never been exposed to martial arts, so naturally he doesn't know what kind of product he is now.

Long Thirteen was curious, and used his divine sense to probe, but found that he couldn't find anything, this kid should not be deliberately hidden, that is to say, at least the concentration of true qi is much stronger than his own now.

It's strange to say that he is not jealous, this kid is a fool and a fool, how many times he has gone through the moments of life and death before he barely entered the ninth rank of the hegemon, this kid directly entered the heavenly level without saying a word, it is really more human than human and dead.

Fang Renwang landed in a dashing manner, because he had met Fan Taixian, so he was not polite, and after probing, he said with a smile: "You kid has entered the third grade of the heavenly ladder, Situ Wen has cultivated all his body, you have taken ninety percent, it is estimated that if Situ Wen knows about this, he will be happy to blossom underground." ”

Fan Taixian said with a sad expression: "My master is really dead?"

"All the cultivation is given to you, how can he still be alive. Fang Renwang said: "But you don't have to feel guilty, Situ Wen was already terminally ill, even if he has cultivation to support, at most he has a few months to live, and death is doomed, but at least before he dies, he will give you excessive cultivation, no matter what, he earned it." ”

Fan Taixian sighed, he didn't know what to say, he was filled with joy and sorrow in his heart, becoming a martial artist has always been his dream, because only by becoming a martial artist can he go to Yan Wushuang's bad luck, but if he knew at the beginning that the price of making himself a martial artist was to take Situ Wen's life, then Fan Taixian would rather not be martial arts for the rest of his life, after all, his resentment is too insignificant compared to the life of his master.

The six building guards walked over with Fan Chonglou, who was dressed in scorched black, and before Long Thirteen could speak, Feng Liu suddenly knelt down in front of Long Thirteen, and kowtowed several times before saying, "Feng Liu, thank Young Master Long for his help, I am grateful!"

In the face of the catastrophe just now, if it weren't for Long Thirteen standing up to help Fan Taixian block the third heavenly thunder, I'm afraid Fan Taixian's life would not be guaranteed, Feng Liu, who grew up watching Fan Taixian, had long regarded the little young master as his own, so he was naturally grateful to Long Thirteen, who could have stood by and watched but helped.

Long Thirteen was most annoyed by this, and quickly helped the other party up and said: "Don't come to this set, I don't have no way, if I don't help, I'm afraid I will be scolded by Grandpa Fan for being ungrateful for the rest of my life." ”

Fan Chonglou was in a good mood, and also quipped: "It's good to know, fortunately, your kid still has a little conscience." ”

This grandson's face is really the same thick, Long Thirteen was a little speechless, but he still smiled embarrassedly and politely.

As soon as Fan Chonglou finished speaking, he coughed violently a few times, and Qiao Yi said worriedly: "Old Fan, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's just a small injury, it's okay to go back and get some pills to eat and rest for a while. Fan Chonglou smiled and said: "Grandson, the old man didn't lie to you, did he make you a master all of a sudden." ”

Fan Taixian let out a "hmm".

Old lady Fan was so angry that she almost spurted out a mouthful of blood, and said angrily: "What kind of tone are you! At least say thank you, you don't care about how seriously the old man was injured for you, I'm your grandfather!"

"What do you want me to do? Fan Taixian also said angrily: "I just keep accepting your arrangement, I didn't know these things in advance." ”

"Even so, I really want to be loved by my grandson!" Fan Chonglou was about to rush over as he spoke, but the six guards hurriedly stopped him.

Mrs. Fan chatted casually: "If it weren't for you, Master wouldn't have died." ”

This sentence made Fan Chonglou quiet down all of a sudden, the old man lowered his head as if he had lost his confidence all of a sudden, Feng Liu saw this, and hurriedly said: "Little young master, you can't blame your grandfather, your grandfather is all for your good, as for Mr. Situ, he is voluntary, and your grandfather also helps you ......"

Before Feng Liu finished speaking, Fan Chonglou interrupted: "Stinky boy, you are going to set up a score for me as soon as you enter the heavenly level, right, it was the old man who killed Situ Wen, and it is not because you are too weak, if you are not convinced, you will abolish all your cultivation, then it seems that you value your feelings." ”

"I'm not that stupid. Fan Taixian snorted coldly: "Master's cultivation will be of good use to me, as for your behavior, I feel despised from the bottom of my heart, and I will take advantage of the fire to rob after the master is down, no matter what purpose you have, how nice you say, you are a despicable villain!"

Fan Chonglou was not angry but laughed: "The old man is a despicable villain, what's the matter, can you still beat your grandfather?"

"Don't push me. ”

"Stinky boy, come, don't look at the old man like this, it's not a one-handed thing to clean you up. ”

Seeing that the grandson was really about to fight, the six building guards hurriedly stopped, Fan Chonglou was pulled away by Qiao Yi, and Fan Taixian was pulled aside by Feng Liu, and finally broke up unhappily.

Looking at the back of Fan Chonglou leaving, Fan Taixian put away his pretentious appearance, and said with a wry smile: "I don't scold you, with your stubborn temper, you won't feel guilty for a lifetime?"

Long Thirteen roughly understood that the pair of grandfathers and grandsons actually understood each other's goodness in their hearts, but they did it on purpose.

After Fan Chonglou left, Long Shisan asked, "Are you sure you will participate in the Family Fighting Conference in three months?"

Fan Taixian nodded and said, "You have to help myself, my master and the Fan family to vent their evil anger." ”

"I'm sure some people will be so scared that their jaws will fall out, and I'm looking forward to their expressions. "By the way, I remind you, I will be there at that time, if we meet, we will have to have a good fight." ”

"Boss, even if I win you, you are still the boss in my mind. ”

"This cruel word is well placed, it was really said by your grandfather, and it floated. ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, and the Double Sword Dragon Thirteen and the new generation of chess saint Fan Taixian high-fived and passed by.

“……”

A few days later, it was the day of Situ Wen's funeral, Fan Taixian wore linen and filial piety for Situ Wen to guard the spirit in the first floor, Mrs. Fan didn't know if it was because of guilt or physical discomfort, and handed over the funeral to Fan Taixian to deal with.

Situ Wen has no children, and his relatives have long been nowhere to be found, but Fan Taixian doesn't dare to be sloppy at all, everything is done according to the rules, no matter how big or small, he grasps it with one hand, even Fan Taixian's biological father Fan Haizhong saw Fan Taixian's serious appearance, and he was a little jealous that Situ Wen was here, the child he raised was so big, but in the end he sent others to the end, and he didn't know if he had this treatment on the day he left.

This is not to blame Fan Taixian for being so, after all, he has spent more time with Situ Wen than with his father, and his feelings are naturally deep, many times Situ Wen plays the role of his father, but his biological father always raises himself, such as when he was a child, he didn't know the question, Fan Taixian would come to ask Situ Wen, it is hard to imagine that a man who has been called a chess saint will concentrate on helping Fan Taixian talk about the topic of primary school, and he looks very serious.

When I was older, when I met the woman I liked, I would occasionally tell Situ Wen, of course, most of them were Fan Taixian talking, Situ Wen listened, Situ Wen, who was not very rich in emotional experience and even had been trapped by love all his life, couldn't give any good way, just told Fan Taixian that if he really liked a woman's good, then he had to be good to others, Fan Taixian would refute every time, saying what age is it now, this method will only be issued a good person card, Situ Wen does not go out of the first floor, and he can't even use his mobile phone, so he naturally doesn't know what the good person card means, so he humbly asks for advice, every time at this time, Fan Taixian will always be very proud, and occasionally mutters a few words that the master is really stupid。

When he was older, he was wronged outside, and the strong Fan Taixian would only vomit in front of Situ Wen, and occasionally he would be aggrieved and hypocritical, Situ Wen always looked at him kindly, and then said some big truths that Fan Taixian didn't understand, although he didn't understand, but every time he would listen carefully, he fell asleep after listening, and he didn't even forget to wipe his tears, and Situ Wen didn't bother, but just used his true qi to form a shield to prevent mosquitoes from biting his disciples, and that snoring sound may be what Situ Wen missed the most before he closed his eyes.

On the top of the mourning hall, there is a very unreliable photo, when Situ Wen was sleeping, Fan Taixian secretly drew a turtle on his face, and then took a group photo to save it, which is also the only photo left by Situ Wen, Fan Taixian washed it out, and then made it black and white, and regarded it as a posthumous image.

There is no disrespect, Fan Taixian just hopes that when Situ Wen sees this photo, he can jump up angrily from the coffin, and then slap his palm with the ruler he was familiar with back then.

In addition to the posthumous statue, there is also a chessboard in front of him, Fan Taixian holds a sunspot in his hand, according to Situ Wen's previous style of playing chess, and then says to himself: "You always say that the chessboard is like this world, everyone is playing chess, don't get into it, but jump out and observe, but why do you play chess all your life, but you are still trapped in the chessboard of your own layout without knowing it." ”

"You always say that when I win you in chess one day, you can close your eyes, I have played with you for seventeen years, how can I ever win you, you go like this, there will be no chance in the future, you are a chess master, why don't you talk about it?"

Fan Taixian fell into white again, became a big dragon, the sunspot was defeated, Fan Taixian, who raised his head, burst into tears and choked up: "Master, who will you let me steal wine to drink in the future?"

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