Fish swimming around the world

Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment and then laughed: "I am your brother-in-law."

Ying Wuming looked at him for a while and said nothing.

Jiang Fan said: "I don't want to say more about all the strategic significance. You can figure it out for yourself. I don't think you can't understand it."

Ying Wuming shook his head: "Aside from not wanting the Sikong family to get it and not wanting Xiang Chen to completely control it, I still don't understand the rest."

"I've seen through a lot, don't be in a hurry, take your time."

"Why does it have to be me?"

Jiang Fan said slowly: "Because... you are a king after all, and you should not be trapped in shallow water."

Ying Wuming was stunned: "...You shouldn't have said this."

Jiang Fan smiled: "This is a fact, it has nothing to do with whether you say it or not."

Ying Wuming was silent for a moment: "When fighting Twelve Dongs, it is inevitable that there will be conflicts with the Sikong family and the Chu State. What should we use as guidance?"

Jiang Fan said: "Based on this overall view, you are worthy of being a winner. As for what to do, I just put forward one point. Chu State is not suitable, Sikong, and casual. However, the situation is ever-changing. How you manage it is up to you."

"I will be out here. Is it okay for you to accept your orders?"

Jiang Fan smiled: "Yes, but no..."

Ying Wuming's eyes moved slightly, as if he was deep in thought.

Jiang Fan said: "But before you return to the sea, my brother-in-law would like to ask you to go to Southern Xinjiang with us again."

Ying Wuming was stunned for a moment, and then said softly: "Does this count as goodbye?"

Jiang Fan was silent for a moment and nodded slightly.

Ying Wuming said slowly: "The last question, what if I meet my father in the future?"

Jiang Fan's eyes were deep: "Do you know he will flee to southern Xinjiang?"

Ying Wuming said: "This is the only way, because of my mother."

Jiang Fan was silent for a moment: "It depends on yourself, whether it is a national matter or a family matter."

Ying Wuming said: "I understand."

Jiang Fan looked a little complicated: "Wu Ming, you don't hate me?"

Ying Wuming asked: "Do I hate Sister?"

Jiang Fan looked at him and remained silent for a long time.

Ying Wuming stood up and saluted Jiang Fan solemnly: "No matter what, thank you for letting me out of the cage. This time, I am my brother-in-law..."

After saying that, he turned around and left, the cloak was fierce and the dark clouds were surging...

After a long time after he left, Jiang Fan sighed and took a sip of the tea that had become cold.

Standing up slowly, Jiang Fan looked deeply: "Qianlong, return to the sea... However..."

His expression became complicated: "... Wuming, you still missed one person... I hope that black iron mask can make you remember something..."

——

Jiang Fan met someone for the last time, and no one expected that she would be here.

——Lin Nanyan.

"So, Xiao Qi can wear the young master's clothes again, hehe..."

Jiang Fan rolled his eyes: "What a hobby."

Lin Nanyan came over and said, "I don't want to wear those broken armors. It's so tight that my fair and tender skin is scratched. It's better to wear the young master's clothes."

Jiang Fan patted her forehead: "Okay, I know it's hard for you to go with the army to Baiqu. I'll make up for it later. I'll make up for it later."

Lin Nanyan didn't care: "It's great that I can wear the young master's clothes and sleep in the young master's bed when I go back. Who cares about compensation?"

Jiang Fan:......

This girl, what should I do? Montaigne seemed to really like her, but Prince Xiang was in love, but the goddess was not. All Lin Nanyan's thoughts are on herself.

To be honest, he really didn't want to marry her off, but he always felt that she had to live her own life, and she always had to do whatever she wanted without giving her status.

Forget it, worry about it, let’s talk about it later.

Naturally, soon after, the person who returned to the court with the army was obviously a fake Mr. Jiang.

As for Mr. Jiang, he is already on his way to Nanling.

It was a crisp autumn day, and on the rugged mountain road, an old man was carrying a bamboo fishing rod, and a commoner boy was carrying a fishing basket, talking and laughing, like a pair of grandfather and grandson going fishing.

"You said that Mr. Zou left without saying a word and left out of nowhere. I didn't even have time to thank him."

The fisherman said: "You have plenty of time when you go back. You have aroused people's appetite. I am afraid that this old master cannot live without mortals."

Jiang Fan smiled: "The old man is dedicated to seeking the truth, which is admirable."

The fisherman said: "Master Zou founded the theory of Yin-Yang and Five Elements. One hundred schools of thought are one of them. Although there are not many disciples and disciples, they are all outstanding figures. In particular, Master Zou was born in Chu State and has many connections here, so he naturally wants to settle down. I hope we can meet up soon.”

Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment: "Are you always reminding me?"

"Reminder of what?"

"Are you from Chu State? Chu State will have to confront Da Qin sooner or later."

The fisherman glanced at him: "Those who play with their brains have a dirty heart. I have said that the old master only has theory in his heart. In his eyes, nothing is as good as the road. What's more, he once said that they are all Chinese, so why is there a reason for the split? Look down on other people’s patterns.”

Jiang Fan scratched his head: "Hey, that's right. You said I have become darker in the past two years."

The fisherman looked at him: "Although I still like the carefree fisherman from before, people have to grow up. In this world of great strife, you are destined to play an important role and work for the people. There is nothing wrong with this, as long as you maintain your original intention. That’s it.”

Jiang Fan said: "This is the price of growing up. How good it would be if people didn't grow up..."

Jiang Fan chirped.

The fisherman smiled: "It's at this time that you look most like you before."

Jiang Fan said: "Speaking of which, I accidentally broke into Bailuzhou at that time, and you wanted to throw me out. If I hadn't written half a poem on impulse, we would not have been destined to meet."

"Is it really a coincidence?" The fisherman looked at him a little unhappy: "Now I feel that you, a bastard, do not do anything unintentionally."

"No, no, you think too much. There is nothing in the world. Ordinary... experts worry about it themselves."

"You want to say ordinary people?"

"Of course not, experts, only experts, experts can think a lot, and will worry, ordinary people don't have it." Mr. Jiang was serious - save himself.

The fisherman snorted: "Half a poem caught me, you are the best fisherman in the world!"

Jiang Fan said seriously: "You can't say that, the bait is not a poem, at most it is a nest, the real bait is a big treasure..."

"Big treasure?"

"Fuyao big treasure..."

"Thief! Die!"

Someone fled in panic.

——

Jiang Fan has basically walked a big inverted "S" shape since he came out.

Now he finally arrived at the place he really wanted to come to - Nanling.

The fisherman did not ask Jiang Fan why he came to Nanling inexplicably. The old man and the young man fished and drank along the way, leisurely.

The fisherman sometimes couldn't help but sigh that this was the life a hermit should have.

Jiang Fan was very disgusted with his ruthless and ungrateful behavior of forgetting Dabai, Erbai and a group of white egrets so quickly.

The fisherman disagreed and said that the group of egrets all had the blood of exotic beasts and were not bad.

This was true. According to the fisherman, Dabai and Erbai were especially bigger, with wings spread out to about three feet, and flew with a group of cubs to cover the sky and the sun.

Jiang Fan thought of the formation bomber for no reason.

The only thing Jiang Fan had some questions about the mountain and sea exotic beasts was why Dabai and Erbai only had bloodlines and were not real mountain and sea exotic beasts?