Nine hundred and thirty fifth chapter ten years later
As the days passed, Chen Fan took some time off from work. People outside were fighting in the dark, while Chen Fan spent his days practicing and having fun in Boulder City.
When I have free time, I play chess with Liu Sheng in the yard, or I go to the back mountain to practice my eight-step technique to catch the immortal.
It has to be said that Chen Fan's comprehension ability is extremely powerful. In Chen Fan's hands, he has made rapid progress in the Eight Steps to Catch Immortal Technique. However, this footwork also has extremely demanding requirements on the endurance of the foot muscles, so Chen Fan
Whenever you have to practice for a few days, take the time to warm your legs.
Therefore, for more than a year, Chen Fan's entire calf was red and swollen. It went away, then swelled up again, then went away, and then swelled up again.
There is nothing Chen Fan can do. If not, Chen Fan's legs will definitely be destroyed.
So with such progress, Chen Fan has completely mastered one step, improved it to two steps, three steps, and now, Chen Fan can take three steps in a row in one breath. He has become very proficient. In a short period of time, his speed can reach one
An extremely terrifying outbreak.
Many people are still unaware of this explosion. Chen Fan can reach a level that is almost indistinguishable to the naked eye below the level of Xuan Ying!
Anyone who has never fought against Chen Fan will be frightened to death if they suddenly see Chen Fan's move.
This is a trump card hidden by Chen Fan.
Of course, if you continue to practice like this, the days will become slower day by day. The war outside gradually subsides. The two sides have suffered heavy losses, but the people of the Twelve Hell Gang seem to be taking advantage of the situation. This makes
The people of Guituoshe and Black Rose had to give up.
The battle came to a halt. Unknowingly, spring passed and autumn came, and Chen Fan became an old man in the prison and in the Boulder City.
As usual, Chen Fan was often sent out to perform some tasks, but he was always recruited back soon.
For a while, Chen Fan was living in such a boring day.
Every day in the prison is generally like this. Every few days, someone will be released. The black messenger will enter and take away the people who should be released. And every few days, there will be new people brought in.
Coming to the prison.
When someone comes out, someone must come in. Most of Chen Fan's days in the secluded prison passed in the blink of an eye.
Fast forward ten years later.
No one is old when he travels through the Qingshan Mountains, and the scenery here is uniquely beautiful.
In front of the bamboo forest in the courtyard, there was a long whistle. Following the roar, the sound shook the jungle. A person flew from a distance and landed in front of the courtyard. He laughed loudly and said, Brother Chen, you are still busy painting in the yard.
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In the yard, a person was holding a basin of dirty water. It happened to be Zhou Mocun who came out of the house to splash water.
After ten years, Zhou Mocun was in his prime, but his youthfulness had completely faded away. At the age of twenty-eight or nine, he had matured a lot.
When I came out with the basin of water and saw Liu Sheng, I was not afraid at all. On the contrary, I dared to make a joke, Mr. Liu, if you come here in a few days, you will kill all the grass planted in front of my door.
Trampled to death.
Zhou Mocun splashed water in front of the door and said.
Where is Lao Chen?
In the house.
Okay, go and do your own work. Liu Sheng went into the house without looking back. As soon as he entered the house, Liu Sheng said teasingly, "Hey, you're still busy." He said, "Big thorn, pour it for yourself."
I got a cup of tea, drank it, and drank it all in one gulp.
In front of the window, the golden sunlight shines in from outside the house, which is a bit bright and a bit dreamy.
An easel was set up. In front of the easel, a man was holding a pen and painting quietly. This man had a handsome profile. Ten years had not left a single trace on his face. He seemed to be an ageless male god.
When painting, I am extremely focused.
It seems as if I am not painting people, but practicing.
Her long hair had been grown long ago, and after being cut appropriately, it had already fallen down to her waist.
In his eyes, there was paint like ink.
What are they painting? Walking to this man, Liu Sheng lowered his head and looked down. On the painting, there were three women painted, each of them different. At the top of the painting, surrounded by clouds and smoke, with the dawn moon in the sky, a woman looked like the fairy Chang'e, with a hazy face.
Invisible, high above, like an immortal.
Looking down from the painting, under the laurel tree, a classical woman rolled up her sleeves and concentrated on painting.
Wearing a palace robe, it makes this woman's makeup even more elegant, noble, and virtuous.
On one side, a girl stands tall and graceful, with a beautiful and innocent smile.
The three girls, each with their own merits, painted a soul that was vivid and lifelike, as if they were real. It seemed that they were about to walk out of this painting. It can be seen that Chen Fan's painting skills have reached the level of proficiency. The painter does not inject...
The soul cannot draw such a picture at all.
Huh? Who are these three people? Liu Sheng is curious, I often watch you draw, but I can never do without these three people.
Huh. Chen Fan's blurred eyes gradually regained a trace of clarity, and the raised arm was finally put down. A painting has been completed. Chen Fan's eyes became extra gentle. This is my master. Chen Fan first pointed out
Pointing to the people above the Moon Palace.
And this person under the laurel tree is my first wife.
The little girl next to me is my daughter. Well...she should have grown up now.
Oh. Liu Sheng nodded slowly. It turned out that he missed his family. His eyes couldn't help but feel a little dazed. At the same time, Liu Sheng said with envy, you have a perfect family.
Yes. Chen Fan smiled knowingly, without any hint of humility.
Liu Sheng didn't find it strange at all, but said sincerely, you have been in prison for twelve years, so by calculation, your daughter should be twenty-seven or eighty years old, maybe already married, right?
I think so. Chen Fan nodded slowly. As far as he was concerned, Mo Xuan could be said to be related by blood, or he could be said not to be.
Over the years, Chen Fan has really treated her as his own daughter, but it is a pity that when she was not even fifteen years old, Chen Fan was already in prison, and he did not accompany her during her most important years.
Come to think of it, she must have grown up and gotten married, right? In Chen Fan's mind, Mo Xuan's appearance was blurred and unrecognizable.
What did Mo Xuan become when she grew up? Chen Fan didn't know either.
You will be able to see them in another eight years. Liu Sheng smiled and patted Chen Fan on the shoulder. When I am released from prison, as an uncle, I will make up for your daughter's wedding gift.
Thank you very much. Chen Fan said with a smile.
Come, I want to talk to you about business today. As he said that, Liu Sheng's expression became slightly more solemn. Seven days ago, Master Tao was released from prison. These days, two new people have come in.
Master Tao? Chen Fan's face was solemn. The person ranked second in the blood code? He was released from prison?