This is the unique aura that a strong person cannot conceal. This person's cultivation is definitely not inferior to his own.
You know that an old fox like Ma San will not put himself in any possible danger and will definitely be prepared.
"Xiaofan, what's wrong?"
Lan Shan couldn't hear Ding Fan's footsteps and couldn't help but turn around to ask, only to see Ding Fan stopped where he was, his face as dark as water, looking very unhappy.
"Boy, just leave if you're afraid. Just like your master, if you don't have any potential, you'll just be a coward." Masan's voice came from far away, with a mocking tone.
"I'm afraid I won't come!"
Ding Fan snorted, but took a big step and walked directly into the tea room.
Masan was leaning on a cane and sitting by the window. There was only a teapot and two tea bowls on the tea table, and there was obviously no room for Lan Shan.
Ding Fan went over and sat down firmly, pretending to look out the window unintentionally. If he knocked open the window, he would jump down from here and his escape would be almost guaranteed.
"These bodyguards of the Wu family are really like dog-skin plaster. They stick to you wherever you go. In fact, they are not enough to apply with one hand. They don't have any self-knowledge." Ma San glanced sideways.
The tone is very arrogant.
"I didn't look at them, I was just thinking about how to jump down as quickly as possible." Ding Fan also compared the nearest and farthest spaces in the room.
"Haha, that's interesting!" Masan smiled and raised his hand, "Shanshan, please go elsewhere first and close the door."
Lan Shan glanced at Ding Fan and saw that he had no objection. Then she turned around and went directly to the opposite room, keeping an eye on what was going on here.
"Choose a cup for yourself!" Masan raised his hand.
This move was quite magnanimous. Ma San wanted to prove that the cup was non-toxic. In fact, Ding Fan had already scanned the cup with his Dharma eyes and did not see any strange color on the cup.
Ding Fan casually took a teacup and placed it in front of him, while Ma San took another one. Then he picked up the teapot, shook it vigorously a few times, and poured himself a cup first.
The faint fragrance of tea immediately filled the room, making people feel physically and mentally relaxed and refreshed. Ding Fan immediately remembered that the last time Hua Shuying treated him to a drink was this kind of tea. It had a very elegant name, called An.
fragrant.
Masan put down the teapot and said impatiently: "Don't expect me to serve you, pour the tea yourself!"
Yep, I'm pretty big on airs, and I don't know how to treat guests.
Ding Fan didn't care about him, he filled it up himself, drank it in one gulp, and then poured another glass.
"Mr. Ma, I'm kindly inviting you. I wonder if I have any advice?" Ding Fan looked lazily, leaning on the sofa and bench, unable to sit down.
"I want to kill you." Ma San said every word.
"Stop making trouble, it's not true. If you thought so, you would have done it long ago." Ding Fan waved his hand nonchalantly.
"Let me talk about the first thing first. If you don't practice that bad skill on the mountain, what are you going to do down here?" Masan asked.
"The mountains are boring. You can't even watch TV programs. Jingyang is better. You can eat, drink, make friends, and be with beautiful women. I'm happy every day."
"Didn't that old guy arrange for you to come down?" Masan said with narrowed eyes.
"If you call me master like that again, then we won't talk anymore." Ding Fan lowered his face.
"Hmph, there is no worse person than him in this world. He is cunning, cunning, arrogant, and has done all kinds of despicable things. It's hard to describe. How come the Sikong family has such a scum."
Masan slammed the table, and all the teapots and bowls flew up. Visible to the naked eye, a clear handprint of five fingers spread out appeared on the table.
Ding Fan's figure flashed, one hand turned into a shadow, and he instantly returned the flying object to its original position. During this process, not a drop of tea was spilled.
"Slap the table as you please, but if you scold my master again, I will take action." Ding Fan said in a deep voice.
"In this world, I am the most qualified to scold that old immortal. Who do you think you are?"
Ding Fan couldn't bear it anymore and threw a tea cup...
Lan Shan, who heard the commotion, immediately opened the door and saw that the two of them had not made any move. Masan was still holding the tea cup and smiled and said thank you to Ding Fan.
Did you hear it wrong? Lan Shan looked suspicious, closed the door and stepped back.
snort!
Putting down the tea cup, Masan looked towards the door. Why didn't he understand his adopted daughter's thoughts? Why did she have to be an experienced apprentice?
Ding Fan still doesn't know what kind of irresolvable hatred there is between Masan and his master. In short, they don't like each other.
"Let's not talk about the second thing, let's go to the third one!" Masan said.
"Okay, let's make a long story short."
"Over the years, I have always regarded Shanshan as my own daughter, and I know her thoughts. She just wants to avenge her adoptive parents. Let me say it up front. I am not taking advantage of her. Sometimes, hatred is also a motivation that makes her become
Brave and strong, unwilling to be ordinary." Masan talked about Lan Shan.
"But you deprived her of her happiness!"
Masan looked impatient again. He found it difficult to talk to young people. He patiently explained: "It makes sense, but I was negligent. Because I rarely realize what happiness is."
"Are you satisfied with Lan Shan's current situation?"
"I'm quite satisfied, that's why you can survive to this day." Masan nodded.
"Thank you for not killing me!" Ding Fan clasped his fists.
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Masan waved her hand and asked seriously: "Ding Fan, you said Shanshan's adoptive parents are still alive, weren't you lying to her?"
"Of course not, I can also see that you are born with a diamond physique, you are very strong, and your reputation is not in vain." Ding Fan said.
"If we had spoken like this earlier, the atmosphere would have been much more harmonious."
"It's you who are always so angry that you open and close your mouth to scold my master."
"The old guy should be scolded! Okay, okay, I won't argue with you. It's boring." Masan stopped the topic, "Ding Fan, since you know the whereabouts of Lan Yaoshi and his wife, go and find them. This is Shanshan's biggest problem.
wish."
Ma San behaved very positively and with a bit of sincerity. Ding Fan couldn't help but ask: "What good will it do to you to save Shanshan's biological parents?"
"Didn't you say that I always make Shanshan unhappy?" Masan asked angrily.
This is not the truth. Ding Fan snorted: "You don't need to tell me, I will do the same. After all, the relationship between Shanshan and my master is unusual."
"This is a shame!"
His anger couldn't be suppressed, so Ding Fan poured himself a cup of tea and drank it, then touched his chest and said, "It's true that Shanshan's adoptive parents are alive, but it's not easy to find them back. Just wait for the opportunity!"
"No, we have to find it even if it's a mountain of swords and a sea of fire. We must take action immediately." Ma San said in a strong tone.
"What if I don't agree?"
"Then I'll give you these four words: there will never be peace." The crutch in Masan's hand hit the ground several times.
I really wanted to kill this old thing. At this moment, Ding Fan finally understood that Lan Shan was behind this meeting with Ma San. She really wanted to find her adoptive parents.
Ma San's doting on Lan Shan is also evident. For this matter, he even did not hesitate to come forward in person. It can be understood that he loves his daughter very much.
It's just that this threatening tone makes people sound extremely uncomfortable. Brother Fan, when will it be your turn to be driven by an old gangster like you!