Chen Fan, who came to the cemetery, looked at the messy camp, walked inside, and found a few jars of wine in the ruins very skillfully, and took them to the cemetery.

Chen Fan opened a jar of wine, then gently picked up a handful of rare earths from the ground and sprinkled it in the wine, and then drank it without thinking.

I don't know if the wine was too spicy or because of something else, a tear rolled down in Chen Fan's closed eyes.

After a while, Chen Fan, who seemed to be a little drunk, shook his head a little heavily.

Chen Fan, who was a little dazed in his eyes, seemed to see his brothers who had fought side by side beckoning to him again, Chen Fan, who was a little drunk, grinned, and watched everyone appear in front of his eyes, Chen Fan staggered to his feet, and walked forward with some excitement and stretched out his hand to touch the familiar face in front of him.

At the moment when he was about to touch it, everything came to naught, and Chen Fan, who came back to his senses, slipped under his feet, and rolled down the mountain before he had time to make any movements.

As his body continued to roll, countless trees were knocked into the fallen leaves, and finally Chen Fan's back slammed into a big stone before stopping.

Chen Fan, who stopped, shook his somewhat cloudy head, and then staggered back to the camp.

When he came back again, the wound that had just healed had opened again, and with the new wound that had just rolled down, Chen Fan was now like a bloody man.

But he didn't care about the injuries on his body at all, and walked back to the place where he had just drunk and sat down casually, and picked up a jar of wine beside him as a cow drink.

Chen Fan, who was drunk, stood up and laughed as if he was crazy, pointing to a place and scolding.

"Hahaha, what I said at the beginning was so good, even if I am not your biological son, you will treat me as before, saying that you want my brothers to work together, hahaha, what a big lie, what the emperor's grace is vast, what Jinkou Yuyan, it's all bullshit, the books of the saints you read, the ways of the saints you learn, are all bullshit, hahahaha, the fakes are all fakes, none of them are true. ”

Then Chen Fan lay on the cemetery with his legs and feet limpable, drowsy.

In his confusion, he seemed to see a familiar and old face, he wanted to reach out to that face, but the hand was just halfway up and fell weakly, and at the last moment he said a few words intermittently to that face.

"Old... Old handsome... Right... Right... I'm sorry. ”

Then he lay on the ground unconscious.

And the old Dao standing in front of him looked at Chen Fan with complicated eyes after hearing Chen Fan's words before he fell into a coma.

Then he walked slowly to Chen Fan's side, clicked a few times on his several big points to stop the bleeding, and gently held him in his arms, not caring at all about being contaminated by Chen Fan's blood.

Lao Dao, who had just left, seemed to think of something, and returned to the place where Chen Fan was looking for help before, and then took out a jar of wine from it, and then took Chen Fan up and kept shuttling on the branches, but he rushed to the cave at the foot of the mountain in a moment.

In front of Shandong, a gorgeously dressed old man seemed to have been waiting for a long time, Chen Fan was hugged back by Lao Dao, hurriedly rushed to Chen Fan's side and grabbed other wrists to check his pulse, and after determining that Chen Fan was not in danger of life, he snatched Chen Fan from Lao Dao's arms and walked into the cave without looking back.

Lao Dao saw that he was left out, and just raised his foot to keep up, a few silver needles broke through the air and stuck not far from Lao Dao's feet, and Lao Dao looked at the cave helplessly.

After confirming that there was no one at the entrance of the cave, a trace of treacherous hung on his helpless face just now.

After taking a few steps back, he took out the jar of wine that had come down from the mountain from behind a big tree, and just took the cork and was about to take a sip, when he saw an object flying towards him, and before Lao Dao could see what it was, it smashed into his face.

Lao Dao rubbed his beaten face and looked at the entrance of the cave, and was just about to scold, when he heard a voice from the cave: "Old Niu's nose, you can't move the wine, what you just threw to you is silver, go down the mountain to buy a few taels, and then put the wine back, do you understand!"

Hearing that it was the silver that smashed him, Lao Dao's face that was about to get angry instantly smiled, and then he bent down to look for the ingot of silver in the grass, not listening to what the man in the cave had just said.

The man who seemed to know that Lao Dao was not listening sighed lightly and stopped moving.

And the old man who found the silver ran happily towards the tavern in the distance.

In the cave, the old man was looking solemnly at Chen Fan's bloody back, and the old man, who had been silent for a long time, took out a bottle of medicinal powder from his arms and poured it on Chen Fan's back.

Within a moment, the scars on his back showed faint signs of scabbing under the effect of the medicine.

Then the old man gave Chen Fan another number of pulses, and after making sure that Chen Fan's pulse was stable, he covered him with a quilt and tiptoed out of the cave.

As soon as he came out, he met the old man who happily rushed back after buying wine, and the latter saw the old man coming out, raised his hand and shouted to the old man, "Make a lot of money, we have added a few taels of wine there, are you happy!"

Hearing the old man yelling at the old road, he frowned and looked at the old road with some displeasure, and the next moment a stone suddenly appeared at the feet of the old road, and the old road who did not notice it at all stepped on the stone and the soles of his feet slipped and threw himself to the ground, seeing that he was about to fall into the mud, and the next moment the old road's body was like being held up by someone, stopped in the air, and then a small backflip stood up straight.

After standing firm, he was just about to question the old man, but he saw that the old man was wiping a slender silver needle in his hand, and the old man hurriedly withdrew his finger that was about to be pointed out, and walked to the old man with a dry smile.

was just about to say something, but before he could speak, he was stopped by the old man, "Shut up." ”

Lao Dao was a little deflated, and drank sullen wine on the side in anger.

And the old man was not ambiguous, and before Lao Dao could take two sips, he dragged him aside, snatched the wine jug in his hand and took a sip, then glanced at Lao Dao and said, "He, what are you going to do." ”

The old man who saw that his wine was robbed was a little distressed, but after hearing the old man's question, he shook his head a little solemnly, "I haven't thought about it yet, just wait." ”

And the old man's temper when he heard this sentence instantly came up, threw the wine jug aside, grabbed Lao Dao's shoulder and scolded angrily, "Wait, don't think I don't know, he's still a child." ”

Hearing the old man's angry reprimand, Lao Dao shook off the old man's hand and shot back without giving in, "He is even more of a warrior, do you want to see him get depressed day by day, do you really want him to become a waste!"

"What's wrong with the waste, if he becomes a waste, I'll raise him. I don't believe that anyone in my place would dare to do anything to him, besides..."

Without waiting for the old man to finish speaking, Lao Dao waved his hand to stop it, and scolded, "You know that you are messing around, you feel sorry for him, don't I feel sorry for him, have you ever thought about him in the future, have you ever thought that if you really do what you do, do you know that Xiaofan will live in pain for the rest of his life, are you right about him, worthy of him!"

The old man who was just about to open his mouth to refute swallowed the words in his mouth after hearing Lao Dao mention him, glanced at Lao Dao with complicated eyes, turned his head to look at the cave, sighed lightly, took out a few vials from his arms and threw them to Lao Dao, and then threw a bag of silver over with a serious face, "I am speechless about what you just said, but if I find out in the future that you are just using him as a tool to complete that thing, I will take Xiao Fan away at all costs, this is my promise to him." ”

Hearing the old man's words, Lao Dao nodded without saying much, and then turned to leave, just a few steps and seemed to think of something, and then turned around and said, "What I gave you just now is a healing medicine, it is for Xiaofan, don't sell it for money, and don't spend the money just given to you, don't hear it." ”

Lao Dao, who was startled by the old man's move, hurriedly put the silver and the medicine bottle into his arms and nodded with a righteous and awe-inspiring expression, but the old man who knew Lao Dao's character didn't say much, so he shook his head helplessly, glanced at the cave with a reluctant face, and then turned around and left.

After seeing the old man walk away, Lao Dao breathed a heavy sigh of relief, the ghost knows how nervous he was just now, afraid that he would take Chen Fan away in a fit of anger, and all these years of hard work would be in vain.

Then he touched the thing in his arms, and a lewd smile appeared on his mouth, and then hummed a little song and walked towards the cave with leisurely steps.