Fantasy: I, The Longevity Body, Have Survived Ten Generations Of Geniuses

"No, I don't accept disciples."

Ye Fan smiled bitterly, supported the sword madman to avoid the young man, and continued to move forward.

But the young man looked extremely persistent and followed the two of them all the way to Ye Fan's shop.

"You still won't leave? I said, I won't accept any disciples.

Ye Fan couldn't help turning his head and glared at the young man.

The young man turned around and left without saying a word. Of course, he would not give up so easily.

It's just that he plans to come again in the future to impress this senior with his sincerity.

"Brother Ye, why did you bring this lunatic back?"

Chen Muxin and Shen Qin'er both pinched their noses and backed away. After all, Madman Jian hadn't taken a shower in several years, not to mention the smell on his body.

"I said, crazy brother, even if you don't take a shower, you should use the dust removal technique at least!"

Ye Fan searched for a long time in his storage bag and finally found a few cleaning charms, and helped Jian Kuai remove the strange smell from his body outside the store.

"Thank you very much!"

The sword madman's eyes were dull and his face was numb, making Ye Fan frown and sigh slightly.

"Crazy brother, eat it, don't be in a hurry."

Soon, Ye Fan asked Shen Qin'er to buy some food from the nearby market, and they drank the spirit wine with the sword madman.

"By the way, crazy brother, did you really kill your master and some of your brothers?"

After drinking several pots of spirit wine, Sword Maniac's eyes finally regained some clarity, and Ye Fan took the opportunity to ask.

"I, I don't know!"

Madman Jian covered his head with a look of pain on his face. It was obvious that Ye Fan's words brought back the most vulnerable place in his heart.

"Have you ever thought that all this might have been framed by someone?"

Ye Fan pondered for a moment and then said: "If you continue to be so decadent, maybe the real murderer is watching the joke behind your back.

"Is someone carrying the stolen goods?" Jian Kuangjun was stunned.

"Of course, I have an intuition that you were wronged, and the person who wronged you was the real murderer of your master and several brothers. The purpose was naturally for some ulterior purpose. Think about it, When your master falls and you become the target of many people, who benefits the most? Even if that person is not the murderer, at least he has something to do with it.

While Ye Fan was talking eloquently, Jian Kuai fell silent and seemed to have thought of something.

"So, I advise you to cheer up quickly, get to the bottom of this matter, return it to your master, and seek justice for yourself."

"I understand, thank you for reminding me!"

Crazy Sword's eyes were no longer cloudy and became bright again, and his overall mental state became better.

"That's right! I absolutely don't believe that you are a murderer who deceives your master and destroys your ancestors. This thing is very fishy. Don't you think it's very suspicious?"

"Well, now that I think about it, it is indeed suspicious. Although I was obsessed at the time and had no idea what was going on, my master's cultivation level is so high that even if I wanted to kill him, I might not be able to do it."

Angry flames appeared in the eyes of the sword madman, and he had obviously figured out the joint.

"That's right! You should have someone to suspect now, right? I can help if necessary.

Ye Fan smiled.

"Okay, thank you very much, brother!"

Madman Jian stood up, saluted Ye Fan solemnly, then turned and left.

"I hope to see your 'Three Crazy Swords' one day!"

Ye Fan said loudly behind him.

"Okay! I will definitely find an opportunity to let you see the real three swords of illness and recovery!"

The sword madman stopped and responded slowly.

"That `s a deal!"

Ye Fan looked at his leaving figure and shook his head gently.

"Brother Ye, you are so amazing. You can cheer up a person with just a few words."

Chen Muxin appeared at the door of the store and gave Ye Fan a thumbs up.

"Haha, even without my guidance, he will be able to figure it out one day. I just let this day come earlier. The so-called fan of the authorities, the sword madman, has been immersed in pain over the years, so he did not think about it carefully. Isn’t this thing weird?”

"Yes, it seems that this person is also a person of true temperament, which is why he is in such pain."

"Of course, this is a gentleman, a real gentleman, otherwise, I wouldn't help him.

"Yeah, yeah."1

While the two were chatting, two figures appeared at the door of the shop.

One of them is Sun Peng, who is infatuated with Shen Qin'er, and the other is the young swordsman who just wanted to become Ye Fan's disciple.

The two young men looked at each other with hostility in their eyes. Well, they both misunderstood each other's intentions.

"Young people today are so shameless!"

Ye Fan couldn't help stroking his forehead and sighed, while Chen Muxin on the side covered his mouth and laughed.

"Senior Ye! I wonder if Miss Qin'er is in the shop?"

Sun Peng pretended not to hear what Ye Fan said, and asked Ye Fan with a blushing face.

"Is Qin'er in the store?"

Ye Fan pretended to be dumbfounded and turned to look at Chen Muchuo.

"No, not here!"

Chen Muxin had no choice but to shake his head.

The two of them were obviously telling lies. After all, cultivators all have spiritual thoughts. Even Sun Peng knew that Shen Qin'er was in the temple of the store at such a close distance.

"Then come back tomorrow, junior!"

Sun Peng sighed, turned around and left lonely.

"Actually, this guy is not bad!"

Chen Muxin glanced at his back and sighed.

"It's indeed good, but it's a pity that Qin'er doesn't seem to have any feelings for him."

Ye Fan touched his nose.

Emotional matters can only be resolved by the person concerned, and it is hard for him to interfere.

"Senior, I have decided. If senior refuses to accept me as his disciple, then junior will kneel here for the rest of his life!"

As soon as Sun Peng left, another person knelt down in front of the store.

"Kneel down if you want! What does it have to do with me?"

Ye Fan shook his head and sighed, "Young people today are so... persistent! Unfortunately, persistence often does not lead to good results.

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