Junfu School, standing by the sea, simple and luxurious, like a fairy pavilion.

In the school, the slender and handsome boy squatted on the ground with the old man's long white beard, pitiful and shiny and cunning, "You see that I Zhong Wan gives you more face, why don't you hurry up and tell me about it?" ”

The old man let her pinch it, and a smile appeared on his ruddy face, "Miss Yan, although you are wearing men's clothes and wearing a crown of hair, your face has not changed at all." ”

The old man pretended to lean into her mysteriously, "And ah, the old man has seen the young man." ”

"Impossible," Zhong Yan blurted out, "I've asked everything, among those guys, Zhong Wan has never been to the school." ”

The old man shook his head, "No, no, no, he's been here once." ”

Two years ago, when he was just the medical teacher of the children of the Heren Maharaja's Mansion, Zhong Fei came to visit him with the children of Heren.

Miss Zhong was angry and didn't understand, "I can go to other gentlemen's classes, why can't yours?" ”

The old man glanced at the scroll rolled up on the table, and said slowly, "My class is really not suitable for female students." ”

Zhong Yan is the only daughter of Zhong Ze, the younger brother of Heren Dajun, and the only female baby in Heren's generation. Since childhood, I have been calling for wind and rain, and I have what I want.

Zhong Ze is even more fond of her, and whatever she wants, she will do her best to achieve it. But only this old man's lesson, the father and daughter tried their best but failed to achieve their wishes.

She tore open the scroll with one hand, and on it was a figure of a man's body. The wide back and narrow waist, the muscle texture, each of which is marked in great detail. When she saw something different from herself, her fair face turned red, and she threw the scroll out like an electric shock.

"What do I say, disobedient," the old man got up, picked up the scroll, and carefully rolled it up, "This is a treasure that the old man has spent all his life with, and if you look at it, it will not be a loss." ”

"No," Zhong Yan covered her hot face and gritted her teeth, "I've been here dozens of times." Today, you're going to have to give me all the new stuff. ”

The old man suddenly bitter the pleated face, "No, you ...... little Laipi"

"Otherwise, I won't leave!"

At this moment, a head poked out from behind the pillars. Without waiting for Zhong Yan to speak, her personal maid bamboo pole rolled up her sleeves and walked towards the unlucky bastard.

Before long, the boy's wailing and screaming echoed throughout the pavilion.

The old man frowned, looking at her helplessly, "Then the old man will tell Miss Yan ten words?" ”

"Ten sentences?"

"Now there are nine sentences left."

"Cheng, you don't have to say anything."

The old man squinted his eyes slightly, looking at the ethereal sea. He spoke slowly, his voice strong.

"About six hundred years ago, our Immortal Source Continent was still a desert island. One day, a refugee boat floated out of nowhere on the sea......"

"Among the refugees was a clever and capable man named Huo Chen, who sent them food, technology, and women to appease the hostility of the islanders against them outsiders."

The old man narrowed his eyes, "About a year later, the islanders and non-islanders will stop fighting, and if they don't fight, they will start to fight." ”

He took out a map from the dark compartment of the low table and spread it out, clearly marking the results of the internal strife—the locations of the five major clans of Tiansheng, Dongdu, Xihu, Heren, and Nanhu.

Zhong Yan stared at the Heavenly Sage in the north, filled with righteous indignation, "This Heavenly Sage, relying on his own strength, will bully others." Fortunately, we are far away from him. But ......"

She lowered her eyes and rubbed the island at the bottom, and looked at the old man worriedly, "You say, will our Heren be washed away by the sea?" ”

Tsuruin lived on a peninsula, but over the centuries it had been deforested by the sea, moving away from the mainland, and the land area was decreasing, which caused headaches for successive Tsurujin maharajas.

The old man stroked his beard, squinted his eyebrows slightly, not only was he washed away, maybe one day a big wave would shoot over, and he would shoot the inch of Heren to the bottom of the sea.

But he didn't want to do such a laborious thing, so he knocked on the edge of the table, "Miss Yan doesn't want to hear the story?" ”