There was only a thin piece of paper inside, with a few short sentences written on it.
The ink burned for a glance, and the heart fell into the stomach, almost secretly relieved, only to realize that his cold sweat had soaked the heavy shirt.
Xue Meng also came over to watch.
"What?" At first glance, his brows furrowed, "Why is this kind of thing?"
"... Otherwise, what else could it be, I said that I am not familiar with her." Under the light, Mo Ran really smiled, and put the letter on the table, "You said things so strangely, it's really bluffing. I."
It turns out that Mo Ran has been running around outside these years, and has cut down many notorious evil spirits. Among them, there is a carp spirit, which has been a disaster for Yunmengze for many years. Because of its high mana and its remote location, many monks To challenge, in the end it became the bones that it used to decorate the cave.
Although Yunmengze is full of demonic energy, it is a place where it is very easy for monsters to cultivate into finesse, but carp are not high-attack animals, and it is reasonable to say that the monsters cultivated will not be so murderous. The ink burned and fought with it for more than 80 rounds, and finally strangled it under the "god", opened the belly of the fish, and then knew the reason.
"The carp essence that year had a Wangshu spar in the abdominal cavity." Mo Ran smiled, "This spar condensed with thousands of years of moonlight, it is a top-quality spiritual stone, used to temper weapons, or cultivate spiritual cores, it is all on the top. The top choice."
Chu nightning said: "She is a sphenoid beauty seat, what do you want this for?"
"She said she wanted to ask for her husband. Her husband is a fire spirit core, but he has cultivated too hastily over the years, and he is in danger of going crazy. Therefore, he has spared a lot of money to ask me to buy Wang Shujing stone and bring it as a dowry. Her husband suppressed evil spirits."
Xue Meng listened and nodded: "The daughter also asks her husband to be safe, but her heart is rare."
The ink burned and smiled: "Where did she get the money? It's not that she reached out and asked the Confucianism, she looks so good-looking, and said a few words in a soft voice, which brother can refuse her? Can you change it for you? "
Xue Meng immediately widened his eyes: "Don't say it, I seem to be dizzy."
"Don't be angry, I'm just making an analogy." Mo Ran said, and returned the letter to Xue Meng. If the letter from the top of the dead and life is not replied, it generally needs to be stored in the library box, and the ink burns, "File it."
Xue Meng was stunned: "Archive?"
"No return? Then you can burn it."
"... No," Xue Meng was a little anxious. "People are getting married, asking you for a spiritual stone, and not asking you for nothing. She said that she would be sincere at all costs. Why don't you sell it?"
"It's not that I don't want to sell it. It's useless for me to keep the spirit stone, but I already gave it to you."
"Give, give me?"
"Yes." Mo Ran smiled, pointed to the Dragon City saber on Xue Meng's waist, and said, "Didn't I give you a spar a few years ago and let my uncle temper the Dragon City for you? Today's dragon The city is not what it used to be, you use it well, and it is not much different from Shenwu. Don't you thank that carp spirit?"
Xue Meng opened his mouth wide and was speechless for a long time.
"… "
He only knew that when Mo Ran traveled the world, he got a gem, but he never cared about what the gem was. For the burning of ink, he always sighed in his heart. No matter whether this person is a wicked person or a good person, he retains a little bit of dissatisfaction and a little bit of rejection.
Therefore, when Dad said that the gems that Mo Ran gave him could sublimate Dragon City, he was grateful, but he was also very aggrieved. His father took Longcheng to the Snow Palace for tempering.
Unexpectedly, what the ink burned to him turned out to be the priceless "Wangshu spar". Xue Meng suddenly felt more complicated and couldn't tell what it was like.
After a long time, he said dryly: "Thank you."
"You're welcome, you're welcome." Mo Ran smiled and waved, "It's just a coincidence."
Xue Meng's face became even more stinky, and he said stubbornly: "It's not you that I thank, it's the carp spirit who returned to the west. I thank him."
"Hahahaha, then you shouldn't eat carp meat in the future. Give grace to the public."
"Humph!"
After laughing for a while, Mo Ran suddenly thought of something, and the pear vortex was deep and asked: "By the way, I was bluffed by you just now, and I forgot to ask, who is Song Qiutong going to marry? It's such a big fanfare, she's not good enough. It's a little junior sister, and she can actually alarm the Confucianism and send invitations widely, it's amazing, do you want to marry Bitan Villa?"
"no."
"Isn't it with Bitan Villa? I thought that the old man of the villa was very handsome, and the Confucianism sect had a good relationship with them, so he gave Song Qiutong to him." Mo Ran smiled, "Which one is that? Can it be with the Confucianism sect? It's still a big fanfare to go to marriage... It's not going to be the Snow Palace, right?"
"What do you think!" Xue Meng glared at him, "Why do you have to marry?"
The ink burned for a while, and the smile froze a little: "Then who else can she be with?"
"Nangong Si! You forgot, the Confucianism master must have reached the age of marriage. Song Qiutong is so beautiful, it's not a loss to match him..."
Before he could finish his muttering, Mo Ran suddenly got up and said in amazement: "Nangong Si?!"
Xue Meng was startled: "What?"
"She... How did she marry Nangong Si? How could..." Too shocked, Mo Ran's heart set off a storm, unable to calm down for a long time, and said, "Nangong Si..."
No wonder he reacted.
You must know that at this time in the previous life, Nangong Si was seriously ill and died!
Over the years, he has devoted himself to the turmoil of the refugees, and has not paid attention to the important affairs of the famous and upright. The Confucianism and Confucianism have little interaction with him, so he will naturally not be concerned. Until this moment, Xue Meng suddenly announced to him the marriage of Song Qiutong and Nangong Si, and he suddenly realized-
wrong.
All of this is wrong. The fate of this world has changed, not only in himself, but also in the Confucianism door that he doesn't seem to want to close.
The person who should have been in the coffin didn't go in, instead, the white matter turned into a red one, and he even married the queen of his previous life as his wife...
The news was a little scary, he couldn't swallow for a while, and he choked a little.
Also, is Nangong Si blind? See this woman
But what should be celebrated still has to be celebrated, and what should be given is still a gift. Since Sect Master Nangong has brought all the invitations to his door, why not go? The wedding banquet is scheduled for the fifteenth of this month. Xue Zhengyi arranged everything in the sect and handed it over to the two elders, Greedy Wolf and Xuanji, ready to leave for Linyi.
In addition to him, due to the etiquette of the cultivation world, Mrs. Wang, Xue Meng and Mo Ran must all attend the meeting. In addition, Nangong Si specially invited Chu Wanning by name, saying that he was mentioned by the elders of Yuheng when he was young, and asked the elders to come here, so Chu Wanning also had to go.
"Confucianism is the largest faction today. Their young masters are married, and the most influential people in the world will come to celebrate." Xue Zhengyi said, "The summit of life and death is usually informal, but when it comes to such a scene , still have to tell some rules, don't let people show jokes."
Xue Meng asked: "What are the rules? I think I have enough rules myself."
Xue Zhengyi pulled his bun and said, "You're wearing a crown that's wrong, you're wearing a crown of blond hair."
"What happened to the blond crown?"
Mrs. Wang smiled softly: "Meng'er, this is your first time attending a wedding banquet, and you still don't understand many things. A-niang told you, listen carefully, you are married in the upper world, and there is only one groom in the audience. It can be matched with a gold headdress, if you wear a blond crown, you are going to rob a relative and make a big joke."
Xue Meng's face turned red all of a sudden, and he stammered: "Grab a kiss? No, no, no, I won't grab a kiss."
The ink burned and made fun of him: "When the time comes, you and Miss Song will be caught and locked in a small house, are you afraid?"
"You were locked in a small room!" Xue Meng was ashamed and angry, "I just don't wear it!"
Xue Zhengyi said: "I don't think you are very clear about the requirements for the wedding guests' clothing. Let's go, I will have someone make one for each of you, and you can wear it when the time comes."
He paused, especially looking at Chu Wanning, and asked tentatively: "Yuheng, can you?"
Others Xue Zhengyi are not afraid, at most they are making jokes, but Chu Wanning is used to wearing white clothes. If you don't mention him, it is not impossible for him to go to the wedding banquet in plain white. Nangong Liu might be so angry that he vomited blood, and the top of life and death and the Confucianism Sect would be a tie.
Chu nightning said: "Yes."
The night before departure, Xue Zhengyi's custom-made wedding banquet clothes for everyone arrived. These clothes were driven out by a tailor in Linyi who made a special trip. They are of strict standard, dense lines and beautiful appearance. Rao is a picky person like Xue Meng, and he nodded with satisfaction after receiving the clothes.
The ink burned holding a stack of clean clothes, went to the south peak of the dead and life, entered the red lotus waterside, and said loudly: "Master, my uncle asked me to bring this clothes to you."
He walked to the lotus pond and saw that Chu nightning was dancing the sword.
He remembered that the second weapon of Chu nightning was a sword, but the sword was murderous and had the momentum of destroying the world. Chu nightning never used it easily. But the knife is not sharp, the skill is not practiced, and even if the sharp blade has no chance to be unsheathed, Chu nightning will still dance with other swords from time to time.
At this moment, the moon was cold, and perhaps it was hot for sword training. He took off his outer robe, leaving only a white silk jacket inside.
Instead of combing his usual high ponytail, he pulled up his hair and tied it into a stern and neat high bun, making his face look more energetic and thinner. The long sword contends, the blade is like snow, the posture of his sword dance is just soft, and his feet are stretched and tucked. When the frost flower is pulled up, it is as light as a flower, and it is like a dragon breaking through the sky after the cold electricity. When it was put away, it was all pointed at the best place. The ink burned and looked at it not far away, but it was impossible to pick out the slightest flaw.
Suddenly, the night of Chu Ning Meifeng stunned, and the long sword pointed towards the lotus pond, but the move was sharp, and the water wave in the pond was divided into two by the sword qi. He tapped his toes, his long body swept up, and flew lightly and elegantly from the center of the water wave that had opened up.
"Master!"
Mo Ran was afraid that he would run away if he swept away again, and quickly chased after the pavilion and called him. The bright moon hangs high, the night is slightly cool, and the tall begonia tree beside the pavilion is falling with white petals as gentle as frost and snow. , bowed his head, his eyes were dark and bright, he was panting, his lips had the blood that condensed after dancing the sword, so it was rare to look very gorgeous.
"How did you come?"
The night wind blew the broken hair scattered on his forehead, and he narrowed his eyes.
"Come to give you clothes, try it on, does it fit?"
Chu nightning snorted softly, and suddenly remembered that Mo Ran was now respected by the world as a master. After he woke up, he hadn't played against him, and he couldn't help but move in his heart. He shouted, "First try to catch my sword if you can't catch it!"