Chapter 127 Old Huang 2 (Please!)
"Remember!" Zhou Wanjiang replied in a low voice while supporting Lin Xiner.

"Then do you still remember what his son's name is?"

"Xu?" Zhou Wanjiang looked at Lin Xiner with some uncertainty.

Lin Xiner nodded and ignored Zhou Wanjiang.

Zhou Wanjiang also lowered his head and wondered what was so great about this Xu guy.

Suddenly he took a breath of cold air and was stunned for a moment in disbelief, "Could it be?"

"What's the 'what'? It's that! Let's go back to the city through this door! The wind is going to blow!" Lin Xin'er said, and whispered to Qingyi, "Arrange someone to guard it and don't let anyone in. Let Xiao Shisan's servant deliver the things, and let him guard the door as well!"

Qingyi was confused by what she heard, but still nodded in agreement.

Naturally, this movement could not be hidden from Lao Huang.

Old Huang in the house chuckled and said disapprovingly, "You already know everything!"

Zhang Fan was startled and asked in confusion, "Know what?"

"Who am I!" Old Huang sat there and touched the sword case he had taken off his back.

"Of course I know!" Zhang Fan admitted frankly, and then said, "But it was just a coincidence that it happened outside Yuzhou City!"

"After all, you can't just arrange a few wild dogs!" Old Huang smiled.

Zhang Fan also smiled, sat down, grabbed some melon seeds from the fruit plate on the table, pushed them towards Old Huang, and said leisurely: "Old Huang, don't you care how I know this?"

"Hehe! I don't care if the melon seeds taste bad to my teeth!" Old Huang pushed the melon seed plate back, picked up an orange, wiped it on his sleeve twice, and started to eat it without peeling it, "This thing is still suitable for me!"

"What if I could tell fortunes?" Zhang Fan said.

To be honest, in addition to knowing the plot, he really knows how to do it. The Blood Demon Sect really has similar deduction spells!
"Then can you calculate it for me?" Old Huang also became interested after listening.

Zhang Fan nodded, "Okay! But let's agree on three things first!"

However, the two men fell silent soon after. Old Huang was silent perhaps because he wanted to ask something, while Zhang Fan was happy to see Zhou Cai coming in with a few jars of wine.

"Young Master! Here is the wine! I'll go serve you the dishes!" After saying that, Zhou Cai put down the wine and ran out again.

After a while, several dishes were brought up, but this time he was not happy, with a look of aggrieved expression on his face. He looked at Zhang Fan as if he wanted to say something but hesitated. In the end, he did not open his mouth and ran out to serve the dishes.

After running back and forth three times, he probably ran out of food. He looked at Zhang Fan and then at Old Huang, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Young Master?"

Zhang Fan smiled and said, "Go down!"

Zhou Cai then walked out of the door, looking back every few steps, and closed the door, with a look of resentment on his face.

Old Huang took a bite of the food, his face showing enjoyment, and asked Zhang Fan, "What do you want? How do I know if you are lying to me?"

Old Huang was quite tempted, otherwise he wouldn't have asked this question.

"Li Chungang is accompanying your prince right now. Your prince's maid Jiang Ni is the Princess of Xichu."

After Zhang Fan finished speaking, he also took a bite of the dish. The duck meat was a bit tough.

After hearing this, Old Huang's pupils searched. These two pieces of news were known to only a handful of people, but now he believed them.

"Okay! Then I'll ask!" Old Huang looked serious.

"Then ask!" Zhang Fan also stopped picking up the food and swallowed the food in his mouth.

"First question, what will happen to my prince in the future?"

Zhang Fan didn't think twice and picked out some key points to reply, "The Wudang Dahuangting is his, the King of Beiliang is his, and he also has a precious daughter!"

Old Huang looked at him with disbelief, drank a bowl of wine and said, "You should at least do the math! Even a cheating Taoist priest would pinch his fingers, you're not even acting!"

"Okay! For the next question, I'll show you my real skills!" Zhang Fan also raised his glass and clinked it with Lao Huang's, and the two drank together.

Old Huang rested one hand on his knee and used the other hand to pick at the food in the dish with chopsticks.

Zhang Fan couldn't stand it. He didn't like people who picked up vegetables while eating. "Just think about it, why pick up vegetables?"

Old Huang slapped his thigh, and the table shook. "Got it!"

"The second question is, you said my son has a child, let me ask you who my wife is?"

"Hahahahahahaha!" Zhang Fan thought of someone when he heard this question and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What are you laughing at! Forget it!" Old Huang said anxiously.

Zhang Fan picked up a bowl of wine and covered his stomach with one hand. "No hurry! No hurry! Before answering this question, let me tell you something first!"

"Why drink? You don't count!" Old Huang said angrily without even picking up the wine glass!

"I guarantee you'll be satisfied after listening to this!" Zhang Fan drank it himself and then continued, "Don't you have a Spring and Autumn Thirteenth Army in Liyang Jianghu?"

"Yes! What does it have to do with this matter?" Old Huang looked displeased.

"Yes! Of course it is related! It's a huge relationship!" Zhang Fan was excited when he heard this, and asked mysteriously: "Do you know who owns this bed armor?"

"Bed iron?" Old Huang's face looked even uglier. "You can make up something that people will believe!"

"Pei Nanwei, the Spring and Autumn Bed Armor, what do you mean by the best in the world? You still have to hold your waist when you go out!" Zhang Fan laughed again after he finished speaking, and then said, "These are the exact words someone said to your young master!"

After listening to this, Lao Huang suddenly drank a bowl of wine. Zhang Fan knew that he didn't hear anything, but heard the number one in the world! Zhang Fan shook his head and continued, "Let's talk about your son's wife first!"

Old Huang waved his hands and said, "My prince hasn't taken the throne yet, you are cursing the prince to death!"

"Don't interrupt me, this is a calculation! It's something that hasn't happened yet!"

"Okay! Okay! You talk! I'll listen to you!" Old Huang looked disdainful and just drank by himself!

"Your young master's wife is Lu Chengyan from the Qingzhou Lu family!"

"Jiang Ni, hold the Great Liang Dragon Bird, and three hundred thousand Northern Liang cavalrymen kneel down in worship!"

"Sweet potato, your prince gave birth to a little princess!"

"Nangong servant, that white fox face, she is also one!"

“Wang Chudong, you probably don’t know this person. She is an old member of Beiliang, the daughter of Qingzhou Wang Linquan, and Xu Xiao’s hidden man. That family has changed the position of concubine!”

After listening to this, Mr. Huang was very satisfied and nodded.

"Okay! Then I'll ask you the third question. This time you have to calculate it for me and show me your real skills!" said Lao Huang.

"Okay! Come on!" Zhang Fan threw his sleeves and said proudly, "What do you want to ask? Just ask!"

"Okay! Come on, shopkeeper Zhang, drink this bowl of wine first!" Old Huang raised his glass, and the two of them clinked their glasses. Then he spoke, but his tone was a little gentler, "You said my master has a daughter, so I want to know what the princess looks like!"

"This is easy! I won't tell you!" Zhang Fan was thinking about the secret technique of the Blood Demon Sect. That secret technique could allow people to have a brief foresight and see a brief corner of the future.

"Why don't you tell me? You are lying to me!" Old Huang said anxiously. He stood up and pulled Zhang Fan's sleeve, as if he would not let go until he told him.

"I'll let you see it with your own eyes!" Zhang Fan said mysteriously.

"See it with your own eyes!" Old Huang widened his eyes.

"Yes!" Zhang Fan began to perform the secret technique, forcing a few drops of blood out of his hands. Those drops of blood vibrated in the air, causing waves.

Old Huang opened his eyes wide, what Zhang Fan said was absolutely true!
"Just watch this!" said Zhang Fan.

His lips moved slightly as he chanted the formula, which was the secret technique of the Blood Demon Sect, the Magic Light Mirror!
A little girl appeared in the mirror, held in the arms of an adult. The adult was Xu Fengnian. Old Huang couldn't help but stretch out his hand to reach her, but he couldn't touch her.

"Her name is Little Sweet Potato! Princess Beiliang!" said Zhang Fan.

The scene changed, and it was the Beiliang cavalry supplying the little princess!
But the picture disappeared immediately!

"Hey! This!" Old Huang was anxious!

But Zhang Fan sat down, waved his hand, and said, "Look, it's good now! Do you think this secret technique doesn't cost much? Come and have a drink!"

Old Huang's eyes were somewhat touched. He also sat back, picked up the wine glass and said, "Let's drink!"

The two of them were drunk, and Zhou Cai hugged them outside no less than three or four times. At least Qingyi got enough wine!
Neither of them used their internal energy to sober up in this situation. Zhang Fan rubbed his temple and asked, "Don't you want to know what the result of your visit to Wudi City is?"

Upon hearing this, Old Huang also stopped the wine bowl he was holding, exhaled a breath of wine, and said, "Do you feel happy with this bowl of wine?"

Zhang Fan thought for a moment and slammed the table, saying, "You enjoyed that fight very much!"

"That's it! Shit!"

"Okay! Do it!"

After drinking this bowl of wine, the two of them were almost dying!
Old Huang was the first to lie down!
Zhang Fan was there by himself, pouring another bowl of wine and talking to himself.

"You will fight tomorrow, Jian Jiu will ride a bad horse and win six thousand miles of yellow wine."

"From then on, everyone in the martial arts world said that after this battle, no one in the world dared to say that Sword Nine Huang was inferior to Sword God Deng Tai'a. Cao Guanzi in Guanhai Tower praised that the sword nine's move was so majestic that there was no better sword move in the world!"

"Also! Xu Fengnian found your scattered family members and raised them well in Beiliang!"

There seemed to be something crystal clear in Lao Huang's tightly closed eyes, and it was unclear whether he was really drunk or pretending to be drunk?

Zhang Fan didn't care either, just pretended he didn't see it and continued to chatter on!
"Also! Xu Fengnian will come to the top of the Wudi City in person to ask the Sword King Xianzhi what the nine-sky clouds are hanging down and the four seas waters are standing!"

"Also! Xu Fengnian has mastered your Jian Jiuhuang's nine sword moves very well! He also found you a good disciple!"

"And! And, he's old and miserable!"

Hearing this, Lao Huang stiffened unconsciously and clenched his hands slightly!
Zhang Fan did not expose the truth and continued, "Northern Mang has invaded! On the top of Liyang City, your Princess Lu is beating the drum like the former Princess. The masters of Liyang have gathered to repel Northern City! Xu Fengnian has been badly injured!"

"And your little princess, her biological mother was Hongshu. She was abducted to Beimang before she was born and became a beggar for many years!"

After hearing this, Lao Huang finally couldn't help it and slammed the table and was about to stand up!
As soon as he slammed the table and looked up, Old Huang heard a muffled sound. Zhang Fan fell into a deep sleep without being woken up even by thunder!
I don't know whether he was really sleeping or pretending, but he fell asleep anyway, which was worse than Lao Huang!
Old Huang went up, grabbed Zhang Fan's collar, and shook him violently, "Speak now! Keep going! What's behind! What's behind!"

Zhou Cai heard the noise and also went into the house. He saw Old Huang shaking his son angrily!

"Old Huang! What are you doing! Put it down! Put it down! Why did you drink so much!" Zhou Cai hurried over to pull Old Huang away, and helped Zhang Fan lean back on the chair.

At least Old Huang didn't spit out blood. How can this be explained?
Who will believe it!
He shook his sleeves and walked out on his own. Halfway through, he said, "Arrange a room for me!"

Zhou Cai first helped Zhang Fan to the bed, covered him with a quilt, and then led Lao Huang out.

No one knows that at this moment, Zhang Fan's mouth corners slightly raised. I don't believe that you, Old Huang, won't take the bait and will die!

　That’s it for today! Thank you everyone!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)