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Chapter 48 Disciples of the Sage

The true work of the Saint?

When he said this, everyone except Su Li was stunned.

Including Guo Fan.

The corner of his mouth twitched. Old comrade Xie Kua Kua Qian's calligraphy and painting... the genuine work of the Sage?

In an instant, Liao Mu's title flashed across his mind.

[Hermit - Unwilling to Be Lonely for All eternity]

Could it be that this “Qiangu” was not a false finger, but was really something that had existed for thousands of years... If this was really the case, the realm and identity of Liao Mu before he was sealed would definitely be unimaginable.

But why did Su Li recognize him with just a glance?

Could it be that there was some kind of obvious symbol? Guo Fan speculated in his heart.

Zeng Zhelan held onto his cane and stared fixedly at the painting. He quickly walked forward. He wanted to take the painting over to take a look, but when he reached out his hand, he remembered that his dantian had been locked. He subconsciously looked at Guo Fan and his hand, which was holding the painting, froze. He changed it to a false press and pointed at the painting.

His gaze fell on the painting and was instantly attracted by the weather in the Mountain River Illustration. The feeling of his Spiritual Sense being shocked in an instant caused the Spiritual Energy to surge and surge within his body. The original spiritual barrier seemed to have disappeared, and his body and mind felt as relaxed and at ease as if they had merged with nature.

“Power of the Sage!”

Zeng Zhelan took a few steps back before he was able to get out of that mesmerizing state.

His eyes widened. When he looked at the ordinary painting again, his face was filled with shock and disbelief. “It really is the power of a saint... You, where did you get this painting?”

Zeng Zhelan looked at Guo Fan in horror.

Even when he was beaten to a pulp just now, he did not show such a shocked expression.

Guo Fan was full of doubts. He pretended to be calm and said, “Forgive me for not telling you.”

His mysterious appearance made Su Li and Zeng Zhelan even more certain of something. Su Li coughed twice and said, “Since that is the case, I will not ask. You and I will rest in the dock for a while. When Cao Dong's matter is over, we can discuss the marriage.”

Guo Fan's mouth twitched. “You... agreed?”

What happened to the father-in-law who promised to kill pigs and vegetables at the Hongmen Feast?

Su Li carefully put away the scroll and nodded with a laugh. “Son-in-law, you see, I already called you Son-in-law. How could he not agree? I should have told you long ago that I agreed to it. Asking you to come here is just to take a look at my future son-in-law. There's no other meaning at all.”

His attitude changed so quickly... Just now, his face was still dark, but now he was discussing marriage.

This father-in-law definitely wanted to make things difficult for him in the beginning. Even if it wasn't an action, he would definitely make things difficult for him verbally. It wouldn't be as smooth as it was now.

Is Liao Mu's calligraphy and painting really that amazing?

Guo Fan turned to look at Zeng Zhelan. According to Zeng Zhihao, the Great Elder, Zeng Zhelan, was standing on Yue Zong's side. He was the one who suggested that Cao Dong might be framed. Guo Fan was the main culprit.

The Great Elder and the Second Elder were all in the same sect. Su Li was afraid that he was on the decline now. When he was asked to come over, either Zeng Zhelan was next to him, or Su Li wanted to use this chance to stir up a conflict to test Guo Fan. He wanted to see if Guo Fan could be of any help to him, or if Zeng Zhelan was already so powerful that he could participate in the meeting of the son-in-law who was supposed to be part of the family affairs.

Guo Fan was leaning towards the first guess.

As the master of a sect, Su Li wouldn't be so cowardly.

In short... it was a good thing.

Guo Fan and Su Feng left the house. Miss Su was like a fish in water in her own house. She immediately arranged for Guo Fan to stay in the empty room in her own house.

Although she wanted to cover it up by dividing the two rooms, people with discerning eyes could see that it was no different from sleeping together.

In an instant, the news spread and another group of admirers like Cao Dong cried out in pain.

“You will stay here for the time being.”

Su Feng pushed open the door. The interior of the room was very delicate and warm, but it was clearly a girl's room.

Guo Fan's puzzled eyes had just turned around when Su Feng's eyes fluttered. “This, this is the room I lived in when I was young. I only moved next door after that.”

Oh... A room when I was young, that is to say, I stayed in it regularly when I was young?

Guo Fan raised his eyebrows, as if he could tell from the room what Su Feng, who used to live here, looked like.

But at the same time, she even showed Guo Fan such a private place, which meant that Su Feng no longer held anything back from him.

When he walked in, Su Feng could not help but whisper, “Why did my father have such a big reaction? What exactly is the power of the saints?”

Guo Fan was puzzled and asked, “You don't know either?”

Su Feng shook her head. “The saints are nameless. I only know that something big happened a few hundred years ago. During that period of time, countless geniuses of the Immortal Dao emerged, but there were also countless people who fell. The Saint was born and then disappeared. There was no more news. Perhaps my father and Elder Zou had experienced that era before. ”

She suddenly thought of something and smiled. “That senior Zi Chen from the Soaring Wisdom Sect also disappeared at that time. Didn't you get his Spiritual Energy? Why didn't you know about it?”

Guo Fan frowned and said, “This is... He left after giving me the Spiritual Energy. He didn't tell me anything. ”

I'm sorry, Senior Ding. Although you still have six or seven days left to live, I've wronged you to die once.

Su Feng stretched out a finger and pointed at his forehead. She pursed her lips and said,” I only know how to talk nonsense in a serious manner. You attacked Elder Zou, he would definitely hold a grudge... ”

Guo Fan shrugged and said, “It's fine. With my current cultivation, although I haven't fully recovered, it is definitely more than enough for me in the Wide Ocean Sect.”

The only thing he was afraid of was the spy from the Demon Sect.

Su Feng pouted and said, “No matter how powerful you are, I will still be worried.”

Guo Fan looked at her slightly pouting tender lips and could not help but lower his body and kiss her.

They separated after a touch.

Su Feng, who had just closed her eyes, opened them doubtfully again.

Guo Fan smiled and said, “There is a long way to go.”

Su Feng let out a soft moan and hugged him tightly. She felt that the young man's shoulders were wide and reliable. She felt that this sentence was even more difficult to kiss than the previous kiss. It made her entire body go limp and her eyes filled with happiness.

Guo Fan sighed. Su Feng had been held up too much since she was young. Everyone cared about her appearance. Unless she took the initiative, she would be anxious at this time. It was not a wise move.

- -

Zeng Zhelan and Su Li were still looking at each other in the room.

Su Li looked at the scroll in his hand and smiled. “How is it? Elder Zou, this son-in-law of mine is much stronger than your adopted son, right? Do you still want to continue talking about marriage?”

It turned out that Zeng Zhelan actually wanted to let Zeng Zhihao, who had just taken over the position of Chief, marry Su Feng. In a beautiful way, he wanted to make the relationship even more intimate, and added the condition that he would stand on Su Li's side.

But at this moment, it was all messed up by Guo Fan.

Zeng Zhelan felt the fog lingering in his dantian's spirit sea. His Nascent Soul was actually unable to move within it. With a complicated expression, he said, “If he is indeed the legendary disciple of the Saint, he will change the structure of the Middle Continent. I admit defeat. ”

His expression turned dark and gloomy, “I'm just afraid that... he is not.”