"Is there any news?"

Xia Fan walked along the empty street without looking sideways.

He doesn't have to look at it, he can tell who the visitor is just based on the smell.

"Young Master is too anxious. Wanyang is thousands of miles away from the capital. Even if I have used the fastest way of transmission, it will take at least two days for the capital to send back the news."

Cold smoke covered the snow-white fox fur cloak, and followed Xia Fan gracefully.

"It's not that I'm impatient, but that the communication efficiency of your world is too low." Xia Fan said with emotion. "It's obvious that something can be solved by just calling and sending WeChat, but it will take a few days to delay."

"Your world? Could it be that the young master is not a person in this world?" Leng Yan covered his mouth and chuckled. "What are the phone number and WeChat that the young master said? I am so curious."

"It's good if you understand it as a communication tool. For example, you and I can hear each other's voices through this tool," said Dr.

Xia Fan only answered the other party’s second half of the question.

As for the former.

He said, would she believe it?

I guess I thought I was teasing her on purpose.

"The communication tool that the young master mentioned reminds me of something." Leng Yan thought for a moment.

"Um?"

Xia Fan subconsciously turned his head and looked at Leng Yan.

"It is said that before the ancient emperor launched the Jedi Tiantong, the celestial monks in the land of China had a kind of object called the sound transmission jade talisman. Just as the young master described it, the two could communicate with each other thousands of miles apart as if they were face to face." Leng Yan said with regret. "It's a pity that after the end of the ancient times, the celestial beings separated forever, and the state of China suddenly changed, and countless magical things born in the ancient times were lost."

"Miss, are you treating myths as history?"

Xia Fan couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"Don't the young master believe it?"

Cold smoke suddenly felt unexpected.

"How many years have the ancient times been there?" Xia Fan asked back.

"I will do it roughly. It's about tens of thousands of years since ancient times." Leng Yan thought for a while.

"Ten thousand years, you have the nerve to say..." Xia Fan said speechlessly. "Ten thousand years are enough to change too many things in the world. How do you know that the myths and legends of the ancient times were not fabricated by later generations?"

"Because, these are all inherited by records of ancient relics, and they are not the only one's own words."

Leng Yan said inexplicably.

“???”

Xia Fan's eyelids hopped suddenly.

"What's the matter? In this way, are the myths and legends about ancient times true?"

"Of course, that's why I wonder why the young master didn't believe it?"

Leng Yan looked at Xia Fandao suspiciously.

If ordinary people don't know, it's understandable.

But the problem is that he is the master!

How could a master not know such common sense things?

Otherwise, how do you think the martial arts you practice come from? They were not created and passed down by the ancestors and the remnants of ancient times.

After the Emperor's Heaven and Heaven are connected, the pattern of heaven and earth changes greatly, and the ancient monk's methods became the Yellow Flowers that were completely invalid yesterday.

In order to survive, the ancestors and the remnants of the past had to find another way to create another feasible path of practice, thus gradually deriveing ​​the Middle Ages where a hundred schools of thought flourished.

"Don't talk for now, I want to be quiet."

Xia Fan waved his hand and signaled, and he fell into deep thought.

When I first heard about ancient history, it was perhaps a preconceived relationship. At the beginning, he did regard ancient history as a similar myth and legend on the earth.

But later, after realizing that there were unscientific martial arts martial artists in this world, he had a different view on ancient history.

He believed that the part of ancient history might be true, but more of it should be the rumors of later generations.

What is the human emperor who is connected to the heavens? The state of China suddenly changes.

Could this be a global disaster that happened back then?

For example, the prehistoric flood.

You should know that there are relevant records in the mythological history of various countries and nations in their previous lives.

Now Lengyan tells him.

Ancient history is not mythology and legend.

What else can this happen?

In other words.

Are there really gods in this world?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but stop and looked up at the sky.

"Young Master, what are you looking at?"

Leng Yan stood silently on the side, but after not seeing him react for a long time, he couldn't help but speak.

"Look at the gods!"

Xia Fan said lightly.

"Young Master is teasing my family again. There are no real gods in the world now. Real gods have long been free from this world."

Leng Yan chuckled.

"I was wondering, if there were really gods in the world, where would they live? Outside the atmosphere? Then wouldn't they suffocate them to death?" Xia Fan lowered his head and said thoughtfully. "Or are they living in a space of different dimensions?"

"Why is the young master suddenly so interested in the gods?"

Leng Yan, who couldn't understand what Xia Fan was saying, said with a confused look on his face.

"I'm not interested in gods, I'm only interested in defeating gods." Xia Fan murmured to himself as he walked. "Can I have to stay for ten or eight years in the future?"

Xia Fan did not have persecuted paranoia.

He just simply lacks security.

Especially after reading too many online novels in his previous life, he has different views on gods and immortals.

Although Leng Yan swears that there are no gods in this world, what if one god comes to earth one day? What if this god suddenly gets crazy and wants to destroy the world?

for example.

This world is dirty again.

So he will never rely on his life on others.

Even gods can do it!

“…”

Leng Yan felt that it was a mistake to meet Xia Fan this time.

Although she had already learned from the information that the other party was an unconventional hermit.

But she still underestimated the other party's recklessness too much.

Originally, she met Xia Fan this time for Gu Xiqiao last night.

As a result, I didn't say a few words.

He then turned the topic to ancient times and gods.

In the end, he actually thought about how to deal with the gods?!

Oh my God!

Sometimes she wanted to open the other person's head and see what mess was in his mind.

Has he lived in seclusion in the mountains for a long time and had a problem with his brain?

"By the way, what are you asking for me?"

Xia Fan didn't think for too long and soon came to his senses. After all, he was really worried about this now.

"..." Leng Yan's delicate and fair face stiffened a little. "Young Master, I saw you today mainly for Mr. Gu. I heard that Mr. Gu had just returned to the inn, Mr. Gu hurriedly visited Mr.?"

"This is the case." Xia Fan said distractedly. "Because he came to see me under Su Yunxiao's order."

"Oh? Did Mr. Gu say something to him?" Leng Yan's beautiful eyes flashed with a strange look.

"He asked me if the Zhenwusi had won me over, and then I told him about our deal." Xia Fan said without any concealment.

"No wonder the lanterns in Su Yunxiao's room were on all night last night."

Leng Yan smiled so well.
To be continued...