"Li Linglong?"
"Last year?"
Just those two keywords exploded in Zhang Fan's head like the Five Thunders Righteous thod.
"That woman is really pretty, with a great figure. I wonder which pig has managed to take her? Nowadays, good cabbage always gets ruined." The old man squinted his eyes, took another sip of wine, his face flushed, showing a hint of drunkenness.
"No... is there a photo?" Zhang Fan looked at the old man, stunned.
His mother died ten years ago, under Dragon Tiger Mountain, involving the Thirteen Zodiacs, the Wuwei Sect, and even Daoist sects...
Back then, because Zhang Fan stumbled into the Great Night, Zhang Lingzong told him that Li Linglong died in a car accident.
Zhang Fan could completely understand that.
But now, an old man patrolling the mountain told him he had t a woman last year, also nad Li Linglong.
It's absolutely absurd.
"Secretly taken?"
The old man squinted his eyes and turned his head, looking at Zhang Fan with a respectful gaze.
"Young man, I didn't see it coming, always on the job."
"..."
"Still young, bold... If it's discovered and goes online, you'll be dood." The old man warned earnestly.
"What nonsense..."
Zhang Fan rolled his eyes and pursued further, "Are you sure that woman's na was Li Linglong?"
The old man squinted his eyes again, took another sip of wine: "Her na was Li sothing... Li Ling sothing..."
"The man beside her called her Li Ling sothing..."
"Linglong... Linglong indeed, fitting her figure."
The old man raised his hand, tracing an elegant curve, leaned in the corner, gradually snoring.
"Li Ling... was there a man with her?"
"Li Linglang!?" Zhang Fan frowned, and suddenly a na popped into his head.
He could never forget that night at Master Jiu's Hot Pot House when he encountered that woman. She called herself Li Linglang, and just a disagreent almost cost Zhang Fan his life. Even Liu Fusheng's best efforts couldn't stop that woman's fury.
In the end, a mysterious expert suddenly appeared, using the Vacuum Refining Form, one of the legendary Nine Great Inner Elixir thods, to force that crazy woman to retreat.
Just by hearing the na, it's clear this woman has many connections with Zhang Fan's family.
Liu Fusheng also said that woman is a relative of Zhang Fan's family.
"Li Linglang... perhaps she's a relative from my mother's side... could it be her?" Zhang Fan pondered.
From childhood, Zhang Fan had never heard of any relatives on either his father's or mother's side, and during New Year's, other families gathered lively with relatives, but his family always remained cold and solitary.
Sotis, Zhang Fan really doubted if his parents grew up in an orphanage.
"What's wrong?" Qi Delong asked as he rose.
"Nothing, let's go."
Zhang Fan shook his head, glanced at the old man sleeping soundly, and turned to leave the cabin.
Qi Delong followed closely, and the two disappeared into the vast night.
Inside the narrow wooden house, the hanging light swayed gently, casting the flickering yellow light more dazzlingly.
"Truly, plum blossoms each hold their own minds, the southern branches seek warmth while the northern branches feel the cold..." Muttered the old man in the corner, his lips curling slightly, as if sunk in a dream.
"Sister flowers... sister flowers..."
The whispers floated, like broken silken threads, scattered in the silent Cang Mountain night.
...
Whoosh...
The mountain wind howled, like a beast roaring by Zhang Fan's ears.
Zhang Fan's figure flashed like a shadow, rushing deep into Toad Treasure Mountain.
"Why did you suddenly speed up?" Qi Delong caught up, asked curiously.
"This mountain gives a bad feeling... we better find a spot soon." Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.
If the woman the old man t really was Li Linglong, her presence in this mountain is questionable.
Whoosh...
At this mont, under the grim-white moonlight, a figure suddenly sprang blocking the path ahead.
Zhang Fan squinted to see, and couldn't help but call out: "Er Gou!?"
"Brother Fan." Qin Ergou panted heavily, drenched in sweat, his clothes sared with mud.
"Why are you here?" Qi Delong couldn't help but ask.
"A group of Daoists ca to the mountain, probably targeting Brother Qi." Qin Ergou gasped.
ng Qiwu and Gu Chuan'Yin's group never bothered to avoid Qin Ergou during their conversation; in their eyes, Qin Ergou simply didn't exist.
"The people from Zhongnan Mountain?" Zhang Fan raised his brow, looking at Qi Delong.
"Definitely." Qi Delong's gaze turned somber: "They really cling tightly, surely they've gone back to gather reinforcents."
"Even the experts from Zhongnan Mountain ca?" Zhang Fan said deeply.
"They discerned my Daoist Skill from Laojun Mountain, and those elders naturally disdain to act, but among the juniors... only An Wuyang is quite troubleso, if he ca, it could be problematic."
"An Wuyang? Successor of Zhongnan Mountain?"
Early in Yujing City, Zhang Fan had heard the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance people ntion this na more than once.
"You're a successor of Laojun Mountain, yet afraid of him?" Zhang Fan couldn't resist asking.
In his view, within the ten great Taoist sects and fad mountains, although disparities might exist among their successors, it shouldn't be insurmountable.
Unless, like Fang Changle, who encountered an accident, falling behind others in cultivation, but still has his foundation and talent; given opportunities, he could catch up.
"You don't know..." Qi Delong shook his head.
"An Wuyang possesses extraordinary talent; so say his aptitude rivals Li Changgeng of Shangjing White Crane Temple..."
"Most crucially, he entered Zhongnan Mountain to cultivate from a young age and was once inspired by the Pure Yang Treasure."
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