"Okay, okay, I don't want to fight." Mengdie pouted very unhappy, but then, her big eyes rolled, and she smiled strangely: "It's okay if I don't save you. "
"You have been imprisoned for three years, and I will come to see you every day, make delicious food for you every day, serve you and take care of you. At least for these three years, you are my man, and you cannot escape."
Xiang Nan was angry and funny, but his heart was warm, but his mood was very complicated.
Xiang Nan was really moved by what Mengdie did to Xiang Nan, but she happened to be a member of the Tianmo Sect, a witch who killed people without blinking an eye.
Xiang Nanping hated those people who treated human life like nothing in his life, but he couldn't hate this dream butterfly most of the time.
"Are you a double standard? I don't dislike her just because she treats me very well?" Xiang Nan shook his head helplessly, thinking of his experience with the old monk again, he couldn't help feeling a lot of emotion.
When Xiang Nan finished eating, Mengdie took over the hurdle, jumped up and down humming a little tune and left.
Afterwards, Xiang Nan entered the eighteenth floor of the dungeon and continued to learn the Heart Sutra from the old monk.
On the second day, the dream butterfly came again.
The dishes she brought this time are completely different from yesterday's, none of them are the same, and it looks like a lot of thought has been put into them.
Xiang Nan said while eating: "Why is Feiyun Temple willing to let you in to see me every day? Their rules and regulations are very strict."
Mengdie rested her chin on her hands, stared at Xiang Nan as he ate, and said, "You didn't commit a felony, and I spent a lot of money to repair the temple for them, so they gave me extra help."
"Yeah." Xiang Nan lowered his head slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable being looked at by Mengdie's fiery eyes, and said: "By the way, why can your age change at will, sometimes it's a little girl, sometimes it's two decades old, Sometimes it’s seventeen or eighteen.”
"Which is your real age? Are you an old lady in her seventies or eighties?" Having said this, Xiang Nan suddenly felt a chill.
The flower branch of Mengdie smiled tremblingly: "This is the way I practice. It can stay young forever, and I can change my age at will. You have seen my master, her old man. How old do you think she is?"
Xiang Nan suddenly said: "No wonder, I think your master is so powerful that even the three generations of elders of our Haoran Sect are afraid of her, but she looks young on the outside, more like your sister."
Mengdie laughed and said: "But there is one thing you guessed right, I am eighty-nine years old this year, and I can be your great-grandmother."
Crack, the chopsticks in Xiang Nan's hand fell to the ground, and the corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.
Mengdie covered her mouth and laughed, tears came out of her laughter.
"Stinky wood, I lied to you. I have such a good talent. How could I have cultivated to the fifth level of Tianyuan at the age of eighty-nine? I am only twenty-one years old this year, only four years older than you."
Xiang Nan was speechless, thinking that this woman's speech has always been unreliable, I don't know which sentence is true and which is false, but the age should be true.
"Are you full?" Mengdie took the bowl and chopsticks, and wiped the rice grains from the corner of Xiang Nan's mouth thoughtfully, and said, "I'll go to the southern part of the Western Regions in a while, and find you the best side dishes."
"Ah?" Xiang Nan said in shock: "You found these food from all over the Western Regions? I thought you made them."
Mengdie winked at Xiang Nan and bounced away.
Xiang Nan was more and more moved. This woman, in order to change her taste every day, traveled thousands of miles to find delicious food in the Western Regions.
Xiang Nan stabilized his mind and went to the eighteenth floor.
As soon as today arrived, the old monk stared at Xiang Nan for a long time, and sighed: "Almsgiver, your heart is disturbed."
Xiang Nan shook his head, thinking, it's impossible, how could I fall in love with that witch, I have long since lost confidence in love.
"I'll pass on another Heart Sutra to you today. You should memorize it well and go back to practice." The old monk didn't tell Xiang Nando, and started reciting the Heart Sutra formula directly.
For the next ten or so days, Mengdie would come every day, and when Xiang Nan was full, he would go to the eighteenth floor of the dungeon to practice with the old monk.
At the same time, Xiang Nan was also very shocked by the Heart Sutra, he had never seen such a long heart formula!
For nearly eighteen days, he has been studying a large section of the Heart Sutra every day, but he has not finished it today. The complexity of the Heart Sutra is even more frightening than the Sun Divine Art.
On the twentieth day, Mengdie came much later than usual.
"She may not come today, I'll go down first." Xiang Nan went straight into the eighteenth floor of the dungeon.
Meanwhile, the world above.
The situation in the sky was changing, and countless human and monster warriors on the ground were too scared to come out.
And in the high sky, a flash of strong light whizzed over and hovered directly over Feiyun Temple.
"Haoranzong, three generations of elders, Song Mingcheng came to ask for an audience!"
Above the clouds, there were more than a hundred people standing in darkness, and the three of them were all semi-saint powerhouses!
And behind them, there are still a large number of young disciples, and those disciples are standing out of thin air relying on the vitality of semi-holy masters.
The arrival of these three semi-holy masters in the Western Regions is enough to shake half of the martial arts world in the Western Regions!
Inside Feiyun Temple, there was chaos up and down, and the complexions of many elders in the temple changed drastically.
Then I heard an old and late voice coming from the depths of the temple, the voice said hoarsely: "Friend, please come to the temple to see me."
That Song Mingcheng smiled slightly, and led a large group of people to land in the front yard of Feiyun Temple.
At this time, two young monks had already rang an ancient bell in the temple, and all the monks in the temple ran to the front yard to gather in no time.
All the elders of Feiyun Temple had arrived, and behind them stood thousands of young monks of different generations.
Song Ming Chengsheng's appearance is dignified, with a standard Chinese character face, with sword eyebrows, tiger eyes, straight nose and wide mouth, and looks full of righteousness at first glance.
Song Mingcheng clasped his fists and said, "Please also invite the abbot of your temple to meet you."
As soon as the words fell, an old voice suddenly appeared between the monk and Song Mingcheng: "Isn't the poor monk here?"
Song Mingcheng was startled suddenly, an old monk was standing in front of him at some point.
The monk was wearing a simplified cassock with patches all over it, and the monk had a peaceful face with a faint smile.
"You are the abbot of Feiyun Temple?" Song Mingcheng's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly said, "Song Mingcheng, the third generation elder of the Haoran Sect, has met the abbot."
"Well, the benefactor is very polite." The abbot clasped his hands together and bowed slightly.
The young people behind Song Mingcheng were all stunned. The abbot didn't seem to have a strong aura, but he gave people an unfathomable, vast feeling like a starry sky.
The abbot said to an elder of the Discipline Academy behind him: "Junior brother, go and release all those who have not committed serious crimes in the dungeon."
"Abbot!" The elder's face changed slightly.
"Go." The abbot smiled lightly.
The elder's face turned livid immediately, and he walked towards the dungeon, feeling terrified in his heart.
Why did you release people who were not guilty of deep crimes in the dungeon? Apparently the abbot knew that Feiyun Temple was facing a catastrophe today, he was a compassionate old man and didn't want to implicate those innocent outsiders.