"He can directly vindicate the Dao of a true Immortal on land, or even surpass that of a true Immortal on land…"
Jiang Fan's words echoed in Qing Niao's heart.
Qing Niao was shocked by Jiang Fan's words.
Although she didn't say that Jiang Fan was hiding anything from her, she felt sour in her heart.
After all, someone who had been by Jiang Fan's side for so long couldn't even compare to a mere Lin Pingzhi. No one would be able to accept such an outcome.
The human heart was made of flesh. The more one acted nonchalant on the surface, the more pain one felt in the heart. Qing Niao was one such example.
Jiang Fan's words made Qing 'nyao completely forget about the jealousy in her heart.
Yes, he, Lin Pingzhi, had only met Jiang Fan for a few days. On the other hand, she, Qing Niao, had been by Jiang Fan's side for countless years.
No matter if it was windy or rainy, or if it was hot or cold, she would always be by Jiang Fan's side.
Just like what the outsiders said, wherever there was a green bird, there would be Mister Jiang Fan.
At this moment, Qing Niao also understood Jiang Fan's good intentions. It turned out that she had wronged Mister Jiang Fan these past few days.
Thinking of this, Qing Niao felt a deep sense of guilt.
Jiang Fan seemed to be able to read Qing Niao's mind. He said to Qing Niao,"
"Qing Niao, you don't have to worry about it or feel guilty. Because you are the most important person to me!”
The green bird was stunned. Wasn't that so?
Qing Niao tried her best to suppress her emotions and said to Jiang Fan,"
"Sir, it's getting cold. I'll go back and rest first.”
"Alright," she said.
Jiang Fan nodded and took another sip of tea.
Just as the green bird left to close the door, he looked at the teacup in his hand and slowly said,
"The tea leaves are really warm today."
…………
The cold winter in Northern Liang always came earlier than in other places.
The previous drop in temperature was a sign. Those who were prepared had long prepared their clothes to protect themselves from the cold.
At this time, it was already late at night, but Jiang Fan still hadn't fallen asleep. He was standing in front of the window, feeling the bone-chilling cold outside.
The biting cold wind was like a sharp knife, constantly brushing past Jiang Fan's face. However, it didn't leave any marks on Jiang Fan's face.
Although he could rely on his powerful internal strength to ward off the cold, Jiang Fan didn't do so. Sometimes, a harsh environment could help people keep a clear head.
All of a sudden, a pure white snowflake fell on Jiang Fan's forehead. Jiang Fan raised his head and saw that the entire sky was covered in snowflakes.
Beiliang City welcomed its first snow.
With the help of the lights of the Fine Cloud Brothel, we could see that a young man in ragged clothes was still sitting cross-legged at the bottom of the Fine Cloud Brothel, practicing his cultivation technique.
Snowflakes kept falling on his hair and shoulders.
When Jiang Fan saw this scene from upstairs, he didn't do anything else. He closed the window and lay down on his bed, ready to sleep.
Lin Pingzhi himself had said that too comfortable an environment would make his desire for revenge slacken. If Lin Pingzhi couldn't even make it through the night, let alone revenge in the future.
After all, Jiang Fan had been carefully teaching Lin Pingzhi for the past few days. If he froze to death outside the Fine Cloud Brothel tonight, his revenge in the future would have nothing to do with him.
At this moment, Lin Pingzhi, who was comprehending the Innate Invisible Sword Qi that Jiang Fan had imparted to him, also felt the temperature drop.
Lin Pingzhi was indeed a calm and patient person. He did not stop cultivating because of the sudden arrival of the snow.
Instead, he picked up a small wooden stick at the side and used it as a sword to begin practicing. This practice lasted for an entire night.
…………
Early the next morning, Qing Niao brought Jiang Fan some warm clothes.
Jiang Fan didn't slack off because of the snow. He went down to set up his stall early.
At this moment, the ground of the Fine Cloud Restaurant was already covered in a thick layer of snow due to the snow last night. As far as the eye could see, it was a vast expanse of whiteness. The entire world seemed to be covered in white.
" Good morning, Mr. Jiang Fan."
After Jiang Fan set up his stall, Lin Pingzhi came over to greet him.
Jiang Fan nodded and said,"
"Lin Pingzhi, I've been giving you pointers for five days. Now that you've mastered your swordsmanship, it's time for you to leave.”
"Sir…"
When Lin Pingzhi heard Jiang Fan's words, he wanted to say something but hesitated.
"Yes, sir. Thank you for taking care of me these past few days.”
Lin Pingzhi understood that it was indeed time for him to leave and wander alone.
"But before I leave, I have to remind you.”
Jiang Fan said calmly.
"Please speak, sir."
Lin Pingzhi was still as humble and polite as ever.
"Don't be in a hurry to take revenge on this trip. "It's not too late to wait until I reach the Grandmaster Realm. Otherwise, if I fail to take revenge, it'll be a disgrace to me.”
Jiang Fan said to Lin Pingzhi.
Lin Pingzhi nodded vigorously.
After all, Mister Jiang Fan was a world-renowned expert. If he were to embarrass Mister Jiang Fan, he would be letting down Mister Jiang Fan's guidance and care over the past few days.
"You can go now."
Jiang Fan said.
Lin Pingzhi turned around and left.
However, after taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped. Then, he turned around and knelt on the ground. He kowtowed heavily to Jiang Fan, causing the snow to stain his head.
When Jiang Fan saw this, he turned around. No one knew what he was thinking.
"I will never forget your kindness.”
"Sir, take care."
Lin Pingzhi shouted at the top of his lungs as he looked at Mister Jiang Fan, who had his back facing him.
Then, he quickly got up and left without looking back.
After a long time, Jiang Fan finally turned around and sat on the stall.
Suddenly, he felt as if there was an additional piece of clothing on his back. He turned around and saw that the green bird had draped a black cloak over him.
At this moment, Qing Niao, who was wearing a white fluffy dress and a white cloak, said to Jiang Fan,"
"Sir, it's cold outside. Don't catch a cold.”
Even though Jiang Fan's body had nothing to do with catching a cold, he felt a warm current flowing through his heart.
"Alright," she said.
Jiang Fan replied.
Time slowly passed while the two of them waited. The number of customers in the Fine Cloud Restaurant also increased. Some of them were wearing mink coats, while others were wearing plain but warm cotton coats.
Of course, there were also some martial artists who were physically strong and still wore their previous clothes. After all, with their physique, they were not afraid of the cold.
"Sir, can you read my fortune?”
A voice suddenly sounded in Jiang Fan's ears.
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