Ninety-third bowl of soup (sixteen)
Meng Daxian sneered, "You should know, even if you killed us all, I wouldn't be able to tell you."
"Of course I know." Feng Ran said regretfully, "You are too rigid, Meng Po's lineage has such a powerful power but is unknown, we could have become the people who dominate the world, why do we have to use this power? In terms of protecting civilians? Brother, look at Master, look at you, what kind of life do you live? You deal with ghosts all day long, and you don’t even know if you can live to see the sun tomorrow.”
"So don't worry, I will perform a soul-hunting technique on you. In this way, I will know everything in your mind."
He is ruthless towards the master who raised him, let alone these juniors and juniors? From Feng Ran's point of view, they are all obstacles on his road to immortality. The only master was killed by him, and Meng Daxian was even more worthless.
Feng Ran is destined not to live to be fifty-five years old, this is a hurdle in his life, and therefore he resents his master very much, since he has the ability to change his life, why won't he teach him? Why wouldn't you give him a second life? The ability passed down by the ancestors is to be used, otherwise what is the use of learning it
But it doesn't matter, since the master is not willing to save him, then he can save himself. What fate, can't he still live to be hundreds of years old now? Who can say that he is a short-lived ghost with the lifespan taken from those children with the same fate? As for Wu Fan—the reason why he chose this little pervert was because he was the son of Meng Daxian's first love, and he was used to make Meng Daxian unhappy. Feng Ran is a narrow-minded person, if anyone offends him, he will try to make people ugly.
Meng Daxian gritted his teeth. He had already made a decision in his heart. If he really couldn't avoid this disaster today, he would rather commit suicide here than let Feng Ran get anything from him.
Feng Ran drew a talisman casually, and conjured up an exquisite umbrella out of thin air. The golden light wrapped around the tip of the umbrella, and touched Meng Daxian's eyebrows, and it was about to sink into it—one hand grabbed his fingers.
"I like him very much. If you kill him, I won't agree. What's more, my umbrella is passed on to my apprentice. Why do you use it?"
Feng Ran felt that he had no strength in his whole body. He was shocked in his heart, but he didn't show the slightest bit on his face. He didn't care about this girl at all just now, but because she was extraordinarily beautiful and didn't have the air of a cultivator, he didn't immediately take her life, but how could he know that it became a serious worry for him. "You... let go, let go..."
In fact, it seems that Qing Huan is holding his finger, enveloping the golden light in his palm, but Feng Ran can't even speak smoothly. His powerful ability is crushed in front of Qing Huan as if he was just born baby, powerless.
"Let go? Don't you want to become a fairy? If I let go, who will lead you to ascend?" Qing Huan smiled. "That's a place I sealed up, and no one can open it except me. I'm afraid the fairy inside it has been rotten to bones. Since you want to go, I'll send you there. But I'm here to give you some advice. Wake up, it’s good that the immortals are all dead, if you are not dead, you, a human being with a little cultivation, are the most delicious food for them.”
Her light words made the disciples of Po Meng's line all stare wide-eyed. The generation of Meng Xingzhen is not known yet, but the generation of Meng Daxian was passed down by the masters before their death. They know that there is actually a fairyland in this world. Come, it's just that the gate of the fairy world has been sealed, and it has become a cage with no exit. Those immortals can't get down, and mortals can't get up. It is precisely because of this that there are fewer and fewer people cultivating immortals, and now there are almost none.
The fairyland was sealed by their ancestors. This little girl just said...
Daxian Meng was sweating coldly. Everyone in Po Meng's lineage knew that the patriarch might still be living somewhere in this world. Just pretend it's a legend. But if it's true... Damn it, did he ever call Patriarch a little bitch who stole his job? Have you ever rubbed against other people's strings
"You, who are you?!" Feng Ran was terrified. He was always full of confidence in himself. He felt that he was the most powerful person in the world, and that the entire sect had no match for him. He even felt that Po Meng's lineage had been ruined. , if it is handed over to him, why not carry it forward and make it known to the whole world
"Meng Po's lineage was founded by me, but it is my disciples who will pass it on. Since you call me Patriarch, I naturally deserve this title." Qing Huan smiled, and Feng Ran was like He held it in his hand like a dead dog, "How can my own child be bullied by outsiders."
Feng Ran is naturally not considered her disciple and grandson, so she can't see such a thing.
"Your master should have done the calculation for you, right?" Qing Huan asked. "Short-lived, you can't live to fifty-five, which is probably the reason why you took the risk. However, your master's ability is not strong enough, and it is far from my first disciple. Everyone has two fates. This kind of destiny is optional, neither the way of heaven nor the law will forcefully curb people's hearts. For example, if you are filial to your master and treat your younger siblings well, even though you are only fifty-five years old in your life, you will be able to leave your name in history Respected by future generations. However, you thought of some crooked ways and changed this good life forever. Let alone fifty-five, I think you can't even survive fifty-two."
"This year, you are almost fifty-two, right?"
"Since you want to become a fairy, you don't need to spend so much trouble. I will take you to the place you want directly, but it's not known whether it will be as beautiful as you imagined."
She held Feng Ran in one hand, and tapped his brow with the other, and Feng Ran disappeared out of thin air immediately.
Qing Huan turned around and snapped her fingers. This floor was restored to its original state, including the spells and scars on Meng Daxian and others, "The fate of a person is not static, but the opportunity for change can only be encountered but never sought. No matter what, your fate will go on the right track no matter what. The few of you should have died here, but because of me, you got a chance, so you don’t have to worry about it.”
"You... you really are..." Meng Daxian couldn't straighten his tongue.
"I am."
"But... you, ah no, it's you, you, how could you..."
"You don't need to ask about this, it's not good to know too much." Qing Huan turned to look at Wu Fan, "Do you have anything to say about the children you killed?"
Wu Fan had long been petrified by all this beyond reality, Meng Xingzhen walked over and tied him up, not even daring to lift his eyes. He really couldn't believe what he saw and knew... A person who he thought didn't exist suddenly appeared in front of him... God, is he dreaming now
"Master, Feng Ran—" Meng Xinghua still didn't understand. "Is he not coming back?"
"No." I'm afraid I won't be able to come back even if I want to. If the fairy is dead, he will starve to death inside. If the fairy is not dead... then it can only be eaten as a delicious meal. "You are all well, I am very pleased."
She was obviously a teenage girl, and her eyebrows and eyes were smiling with a little naivety, but for no reason, the eyes of these elderly brothers and sisters flushed. They all know that such a person once existed, and the legend that every generation of disciples have hidden in their hearts is not groundless.
"I will stay here for a few more days. From the time when there was a moon girl to the present, the world has gone through a lot of vicissitudes. I am afraid that there is only a rough idea of what I handed down from the beginning. Compared with my apprentices, your skills It's not even a little bit worse." Qing Huan took back the water and fire umbrella she had snatched from Feng Ran. "This water and fire umbrella was passed down to my disciples when I left. Now I want to take it away. As compensation, I will give each of you a magic weapon and teach you the way of cultivating natal beasts. I hope that one day, I When I return to the mortal world, I can still hear about the reputation of Po Meng’s line.”
Her apprentices are gone, so there is no need to pass on this umbrella.
It was carefully crafted by her senior brother for her, and she passed it on to her disciples. Now when she comes back to her, it seems that those memories are still vivid.
When they heard that she was going to preach in person, everyone was overjoyed, but they wanted to kneel but found they couldn't.
"It's not uncommon to see such red tape." Qing Huan sighed softly. "You guys go back and freshen up first, I won't leave, Xingzhen, you send Wu Fan to the police station."
"You have no evidence! You can't arrest me!" Wu Fan yelled, "I am innocent! I want to sue you for defamation! Do you know who my father is?!"
Thinking of Wu Fan's mother, Meng Daxian closed his eyes.
Meng Xingzhen kicked him: "Who said there is no evidence? Do you really think that Feng Ran is really helping you? The last one who died grabbed you, do you remember? Your flesh tissue was stored between his nails, And every victim has your bodily fluids on them, what an idiot, really think we can't find you? As long as you extract your DNA for comparison, your identity as the murderer can't be escaped! It doesn't matter if your father is the king of heaven! "
Want to cover the sky with one hand if you have money? Don't ask others if they answer or not.
Qing Huan told him: "Remember to go to the hospital and tell Zhong Xun the news, and also remember to tell him, live in the moment."
"Yes, master."
Meng Xingzhen dared to joke with Qing Huan before, but now he is respectful and respectful to each other. After all, he still wants to please her old man and learn some skills, so that he can save more people in the future.
"That's right." Qing Huan remembered something. "What is your inheritance? Passed down from generation to generation, it should start from my apprentices? What did they say?"
The expressions of everyone suddenly became a little strange.