nbsp; Under the singing and harmony of Sanqing and Soul Haoxuan, Liao Zhiyuan finally gave in, and there was no longer the pride of being a suitable talent on his face, as if he had fought several defeats, like a mournful exam. 『』☆△◇☆Fan□ Eggplant Novel Network w'w'w.fqxsw

Next, Sanqing and the others didn't talk too much nonsense with him, so they directly asked him to lead the way to find Liao Fan. Liao Zhiyuan led the two to leave through the back door of the house, walked along the country road, left the village and went north up the mountain, and finally entered a bamboo forest.

In the depths of the bamboo forest, the gentle breeze blows, the white birds chirp softly, and the air is exceptionally fresh, making people feel comfortable, as if they can forget the hustle and bustle of the world here.

I don't know how long they walked, but a small mountain stream appeared in front of the three of them, descending from the top of the mountain, which was full of strange rocks, and the stream was gurgling downstream, slapping on the reef and splashing layers of water.

On the high ground next to the stream, there is a hastily built bamboo house, which looks a little old, presumably it has been standing here for some years. However, there is really a unique style next to the small stream in this bamboo forest, and living here for a long time must be able to cultivate sentiment and self-cultivation.

"You worldly masters like to live in a bamboo house?" More than ten meters away from the bamboo house, Liao Zhiyuan stopped, stretched out his hand and pointed to the bamboo house, signaling Sanqing and Soul Haoxuan to the place. Tomato Novel Network w-w'w-.-fqxsw Sanqing also took advantage of this gap to quietly throw out this sentence to ridicule Soul Haoxuan.

Soul Haoxuan glanced at Sanqing and ignored him, and walked directly towards the bamboo house.

Sanqing pulled Liao Zhiyuan and slowly followed.

Walking to the bamboo house, Soul Haoxuan didn't knock on the door, and kicked the door with one foot. The bamboo door, which was already unreliable, directly broke away from the bamboo house and fell into the ground of the house under this foot, and the entire bamboo house seemed to tremble.

"Who is it?" In the bamboo house, a question immediately came, and the voice was Liao Fan's.

Soul Haoxuan walked into the bamboo house, held the ancient sword in front of his chest with both hands, and looked coldly at Liao Fan, who was getting up from a bamboo bed in a hurry in the bamboo house.

That Liao Fan was lying on the bamboo bed shaking the pu fan, closing his eyes and recuperating, like an immortal in the world. Tomato □ said, but the bamboo door suddenly fell into the house, and he was naturally startled, and then he got up and saw Soul Haoxuan's cold face and sharp eyes, the more frightened he was, and the fan in his hand couldn't help but fall to the ground.

"You, why aren't you dead!" Liao Fan pretended to be calm and got up from the bed, standing opposite Soul Haoxuan, but he didn't dare to look at him.

Soul Haoxuan just looked at Liao Fan coldly, but he didn't speak, which made Liao Fan even more nervous. The most terrifying enemy is the unguessable.

"Have you had a good time?" At this time, Sanqing pulled Liao Zhiyuan into the bamboo house, and after looking around, he came to a conclusion, this bamboo house is even more simple than the one in Soul Haoxuan!

"Hey, it's not a bad thing!" Liao Fan replied unanswered, he looked at Liao Zhiyuan, obviously blaming his son.

"I, I ......" Liao Zhiyuan wanted to explain, but for some reason the words came to his lips but he didn't say it. △△○Tomato △ novel ▽ net w-w-w'.'f'q-x-s'w'.-o'br/>

"Don't think it's useful to find me, I won't give you that painting!" Liao Fan came back to his senses and said in a deep voice to Sanqing.

"Hmph, I really didn't expect that if you want to live for another 500 years, you just want to stay in this bamboo house for another 500 years? and then really cultivate to become an immortal?

"I ......"

"What are you, don't talk yet, I haven't finished talking yet!" Liao Fan originally wanted to say that you don't need to worry about my affairs, but he was interrupted by Sanqing before he spit out a word.

"I said you, it's really not a thing, you want to become an immortal, you shouldn't have married a wife and had children in the first place, how can you give birth to a son is for you to use as a tool, right?" Sanqing said and looked at Liao Zhiyuan again, and then showed sympathy on his face, "I really sympathize with you, such a father!" ”

Sanqing didn't continue anymore, and shook his head to himself. △◇△Tomato Novel Network□w-w-w-.'fqxsw

"Dad, you, just give them the painting! We won't live for five hundred years, I, I'll give you a pension and send you to the end!" After listening to Sanqing's words, Liao Zhiyuan lowered his head and was silent for a while, the expression on his face kept changing, and finally he shook his head and said this, as if he was touched by Sanqing's words Some fragile parts of his heart.

Sanqing was a little surprised, he looked at Liao Zhiyuan with wide eyes, and thought to himself, isn't it, you are so fragile? I have prepared a whole set of rhetoric here, and you admit defeat before you start? Okay, let me finish! But looking back, this is not bad, and it saves a lot of trouble.

"You, you rebel!" Liao Zhiyuan's reaction made Liao Fan a little angry, he pointed at Liao Zhiyuan with a straight face, and was so angry that he couldn't speak.

"Rebel. Are we like father and son? It is impossible for us to stand together, I am more like a father, right? Also, have you treated me as a son all these years? This guy is right, I am probably more like a tool in your eyes!" Liao Zhiyuan said word by word, very calm, but in fact, he was really angry, as if the anger that had been suppressed for decades was about to burst out at the same time.

"Bastard, even you helped them?" Liao Fan turned pale with anger.

"They said, if you don't hand over the damn painting, they'll kill me!"

"Then let them kill them, it's better to kill them, and I don't have to worry about it!" Liao Fan said through gritted teeth.

"Okay, then I'll see if you're really hard-hearted!" Soul Haoxuan, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, and at the same time, the long sword came out of its sheath and stabbed Liao Zhiyuan's leg fiercely.

"Ahh

Liao Fan glanced at it, but only at it.

"Okay!" Seeing this, Soul Haoxuan immediately pulled out his sword, followed by another sword, which also stabbed Liao Zhiyuan's leg.

"Ah!" Liao Zhiyuan screamed again, and then collapsed to the ground, dripping with blood.

The corners of Liao Fan's mouth twitched, and then he simply turned his head away from looking.

"Hmph!" Soul Haoxuan snorted coldly, and when he drew his sword again, Liao Zhiyuan's screams were endless, surrounding the small space of the bamboo house, which was particularly harsh.

"Enough!" Liao Fan finally turned his head and said in a loud voice, his cheeks were flushed, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

"You, don't hurt him anymore, I'll tell you where you can't paint!" His heart is not dead, and the blood is still hot.

"No, you take us to get it!" Sanqing walked out and said nothing.

"Okay, okay, I'll take you to get it, I'll take you to get it!

"Don't worry, you can't die! You can't be disabled!" Sanqing took the lead in following Liao Fan out of the bamboo house, and after Soul Haoxuan wiped the blood stains on the ancient sword, he whispered to Liao Zhiyuan.

"Haha, it's good to be dead!" Liao Zhiyuan smiled, laughing so bitterly and bitterly.

"Nothing is more important than being alive!" Soul Haoxuan said coldly, and then walked out of the bamboo house to catch up with Sanqing and Liao Fan, who had already walked out for a while.