Jiang Liang looked at Huaihai, and the figures were layered, as if they were real and illusory. In just a few minutes, Jiang Liang had the illusion of being in a different world......

"Crazy monk, what did you mean by what you said back then?" Jiang Liang asked him dizzily. This question has been hidden in his heart for many years, and until now, he wants to know more and more about the answer.

He vaguely felt that he was getting closer and closer to this so-called answer......

Huaihai was stunned for a moment, his uninhibited expression was closed for a moment, his eyes were blurred, and he regained his clarity in a blink of an eye.

"The answer...... Yes, of course...... Don't divulge it! Huaihai conjured up a fan out of nowhere, fanning it decently.

Jiang Liang didn't delve into it, he knew that the crazy monk was very mysterious. The skin of his mouth is like an iron lock, as long as he doesn't let go, don't want to get the slightest word out of his mouth.

Jiang Liang suddenly had a wrong brain, and asked him in a daze: "Crazy monk, how come you are the same as Bai Shenyan...... Isn't it cold to wave a fan on a cold day......"

Huaihai was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened, and he made a blood-vomiting motion: "Poof!" What do you and other laypeople know, this is called demeanor, the demeanor of immortals! ”

Huaihai emphasized and emphasized vigorously, and the beard on his chin fluttered and fluttered, shaking with the rhythm of his speech.

Jiang Liang's eyes became clearer and brighter, or rather, more and more hazy. looked at Huaihai blankly, as if he wanted to see him through.

Huaihai coughed unnaturally, don't look over, and subconsciously waved his fan.

Jiang Liang's gaze suddenly stayed on the fan.

It was a paper fan, painted with pen and ink, mountains and rivers. The edges are carved with some dark red cuneiform scripts, arranged in a strange way.

Jiang Liang felt inexplicably familiar.

The cut plum in the corner is extremely delicate, which makes Jiang Liang's eyes shine. Without much thought, he reached out and touched the paper fan.

The old man likes antiques, and just some jade ink paintings have a full warehouse. He is also very intimate, and his vision is very comparable.

This paper fan is priceless.

"Hey, hey, boy, what are you doing?" Huaihai jumped back in horror, retracted his hand, and looked at Jiang Liang defensively.

Huaihai looked at the paper fan distressedly, and was almost taken advantage of by this kid: "Boy, do you know how expensive this fan is!" No matter how many years of Taoism you can't get! ”

As he spoke, he shoved the paper fan into his arms, sighed and said, "You can't teach your ......."

Jiang Liang blinked, boldly snatching Huaihai's paper fan. Anyway, he's still dreaming, his head is groggy, and it's not real.

Huaihai jumped three feet high, yes, yes, if you have to rob it, he really thinks Huaihai is a vegetarian.

Immediately, he ran outside the bathroom: "It's amazing! Disastrous! Boy, you have to force good people to become prostitutes and rob the women of the people's families. Oh no, it's a folk woman ......."

Jiang Liang had just run two steps before he stopped in a daze. His brow furrowed, and he fell into a deep tangle. He didn't want to drive the monk crazy to obey him, he belonged to Ning Bao.