When I saw Mo Ran, Xue Meng was stunned for a while. This was the first time the two met after Mo Ran was detained.
Thinking of Xue Meng's protection of himself in front of everyone, Mo Ran couldn't help showing him a smile, but Xue Meng was shocked by this smile, showing a disgusting expression, and his teeth were sour: "What are you doing? What to look at! What to see! What to laugh at! What to laugh at!"
"...I'll say hello to you."
"nausea!"
Ink burning: "..."
When he came, he interrupted the ink-burning words. The teacher pondered thoughtfully for a while, but he did not ask any more questions, but smiled and said to Xue Meng: "Young master, who is messing with you?"
"Who else could it be? Who else could it be!! Smelly shameless! Shameless! Wretched and despicable, indecent and shameless!"
The ink burned and sighed: "Not enough rhyme."
"You take care of me! Come here if you have the ability!"
"No ability, no ability, not a cultural person." Mo Ran smiled, "Tell me, who messed with you?"
The teacher smiled and said: "I guess it is the big brother again."
"What shit, Senior Brother! Beast! Dengzi! He's so casual, how come he didn't contract the willow disease?! I'm willing to spend ten years of my life wishing him sores on the top of his head, pus from his feet, rotten nose and rotten eyes, who cares? Look at him, this despicable and shameless, shameless, wretched and indecent…”
Ink burning: "..."
Seeing that Xue Meng was about to fall into an endless loop, the teacher hurriedly stopped him and pointed to the back and shouted: "Shh, look, those female cultivators who love the elder brother are here-"
"Scared!" Xue Meng was startled, and his arrogant face actually showed a trace of panic. He whispered "promiscuous and dirty", and he walked away with his tail tucked in his head without looking back. He was really anxious like a lost dog. At the end, he shouted with some face: "I remember that I have other important things to do, so I will go first!"
Mo Ran watched him run away and disappeared, and said: "Wow, yes, this senior brother can actually make him afraid of this."
The teacher smiled and said: "Since he accidentally bumped into someone in the restaurant the day before yesterday, there was some conflict, and it was like this when he came back. It was a nemesis."
"Admiration and admiration, there is a chance to see it." Although he said this, but Mo Ran probably has some accounts in his heart, which can make Xue Meng hide in this way, presumably this "big brother" is his guess. The man was right.
But at this time, it is not the time to watch Xue Meng lively. In the Drinking Dew Pavilion, Xue Zhengyi and Xuanji have arrived, and they are discussing the eighteen murder case with the owner of Peach Blossom Garden, Yumin's Shangxian.
The Featherman High Immortal is close to a fairy body, surrounded by Yingying aura, although she looks like a girl in the cardamom age, but God knows how old she is.
She was slowly talking to Xue Zhengyi about the whole story, and a valet came in outside and whispered: "Shangxian, someone brought it."
"Please come in."
Mo Ran followed the teacher into the warm pavilion, looked around, and saw Xue Zhengyi shaking the famous literati fan, talking to people, and immediately shouted: "Uncle!"
"Child, child." Xue Zhengyi turned his head when he heard the sound, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly greeted him and patted his shoulder, "Come, sit down beside Uncle..."
"I didn't kill people..."
"Of course it won't be you, of course it won't be you." Xue Zhengyi sighed again and again, "I don't know how the misunderstanding came about. I just told me about it. I came here this time to prove your innocence. , alas, God is pitiful, look at your disgraced face."
He pulled the ink to burn, and the Feathermen Shangxian did not stop it, but only looked at the two lightly.
Mo Ran also said hello to Elder Xuanji, and then sat next to Xue Zhengyi. But what makes Mo Ran feel strange is that Xuanji did not immediately notice that his apprentice Xia Si Ni was not there, and only nodded with Mo Ran naturally.
On the contrary, the Feathermen Shangxian asked: "Huh? Where is the other child? The one surnamed Xia."
"Ah, yes." Only then did Xuanji come back to her senses, "... Where is my disciple?"
Mo Ran saw that he didn't care about Xia Sini, and he was a little dissatisfied, and said: "My junior brother is still in the prison, and he asked me to say hello to you on his behalf."
"That's it." Xuanji nodded, "Why doesn't he come?"
The ink burned and said: "Cooking."
"… "
Xue Zhengyi was stunned for a moment and laughed: "Cooking is more important than clarifying yourself?"
Xuanji also smiled and said, "It's really wayward and nonsense. After the meeting, I'll go see him."
"No, we still have to eat after we leave." Mo Ran said, "What do you want to judge, hurry up and judge."
Xue Zhengyi said: "Shangxian, let's just say what we just said, look at this, there is another elder in this sect who is good at refining medicine pills. Before coming here, I specially asked him to make a few pure pills."
"Chizi Pill?" Shang Xian was slightly startled when he heard the words, and Shi Ran's finger with cardamom Danxia lightly touched his lips, "Is that the pill that can make mortals speak the truth?"
"exactly."
Shang Xian was a little surprised: "The materials required for this pill are complex and extremely difficult to refine. Even in my Peach Blossom Spring, it takes no less than half a month to make this pill. I didn't expect that there would be such a talented person in the sect of Xianjun, so why not bring him? Come together?"
"He is lonely and doesn't like to walk with people." Xue Zhengyi said, "The medicinal pill is already being refined, and it can be sent to Peach Blossom Spring by flying pigeons within ten days. At that time, please go to the immortal to verify the efficacy of the medicinal pill, Give it to the disciples, and the truth will be revealed."
"..." Shang Xian thought for a moment, then nodded, "This method is feasible."
Xue Zhengyi breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "If this is the case, I will go to the prison to pick up another disciple."
"Hold on."
"What's wrong?"
Shangxian said: "Before the matter is identified, Mo Weiyu and Xia Sini are still suspicious. Even with the guarantee of the Lord, this seat cannot let them free."
Xue Zhengyi heard the words and closed the folding fan with a slam. Although he had a smile on his face, his eyes were a little cold: "Shangxian does things like this, it's a bit inauthentic."
The Feather High Immortal raised his eyes and stared at him with a pair of red eyes: "Master Xue is dissatisfied with the decision of this seat?"
"Yeah, since neither of my two disciples have been convicted, and I and Elder Xuanji are guarding and guaranteeing, what is the reason for Shangxian insisting on imprisoning them again."
"It can't be said to be imprisoned." Shangxian said coldly, "I have never treated them harshly, and I have never stopped feeding them every day. It's just that the activities of the two of them are restricted, which is not excessive."
Although Xue Zhengyi was still laughing at this time, he was sneering.
"Isn't it too much? As far as I know, the prison is where the sun and the moon are not seen, and it is the place where the prisoners are held. It's not too much to say that the upper lip of the upper immortal touches the lower lip. It's really amazing."
Next to him, there was a Yumin protector sternly blocking him: "Master Xue, please pay attention to your words!"
"What's the matter, is there anything wrong with my words? I have never insulted your immortal, and what I said is true, just a little courtesy and respect, and it's not too much."
When the Yumin heard Xue Zhengyi say this, he couldn't help but be even more angry: "You!"
A white, jade-like hand stretched out and stopped him. Shangxian raised his head and smiled coldly at Xue Zhengyi: "I have heard rumors in the world that Xue Zunzhu, who is at the top of life and death, is a scorpion head. Although his mana is strong, his knowledge is slightly lacking, and he is not good at playing with words. However, When I saw it today, I felt that the rumors had deceived this seat. Master Xue, it makes sense."
Xue Zhengyi also smiled at her, but there was no smile in his eyes: "A rough person, don't mind Shangxian."
The Yumin Shangxian smiled, raised his hand and took an orange, peeled it carefully, and handed it to Xue Zhengyi: "Then you and I each take a step back. It is absolutely impossible to make the two of them free, but living in prison is impossible. This is really inappropriate. This seat immediately led Xia Si to come out, Mo Weiyu and Xia Si turned to live in the High Heaven Pavilion, which is the place to entertain guests. It’s just that I have to send people to watch carefully, and I can’t let the two of them leave the pavilion. Half a step. How about this?"
Xue Zhengyi was silent for a while, raised his hand, paused slightly in the air, and finally took the orange.
Although Lingxiao Pavilion is a place to entertain guests, the Peach Blossom Garden does not often have guests. Therefore, the pavilion has been deserted for a long time. Since Shangxian agreed to let them move here first, Mo Ran planned to clean up the house by himself. After cleaning, go to pick up Chu nightning.
Xue Zhengyi and Xuanji still have important things to talk about, and the ink burned under the scrutiny of several feathermen, and went to Lingxiao Pavilion together with the teacher.
The Tower of Heaven is located in the northwest of Peach Blossom Garden. Outside, the flowers are blooming into a forest, and the haze is like a brocade.
"A good place, it's not a grievance to live in this way." Mo Ran said with a smile.
The teacher sighed: "How can you not be wronged? People are obviously not killed by you, but you wronged a good person. Unfortunately, the teacher can't come. If he comes, he will use the sky to ask the first trial, and there will be no need for a child pill, and the truth will be Clearly exposed."
"Haha, the teacher's thinking is too simple. Tianwen is a god of martial arts. Although it has the effect of setting the mantra, it will not work, it all depends on whether the caster is willing to interrogate. Do you think those bird people will be willing to let my master Come to judge me? Will they believe me?"
"… That's true."
Seeing that the sun is about to end, the ink burned and started to clean up the house, and the teacher helped.
It is strange to say that when Mo Ran finished cleaning the house and sat down to take a sip of tea and take a break, he suddenly realized that he did not feel the joy of being able to get along with his junior sister alone, nor did he have any charming thoughts.
This cognition made the ink burn, and the tea almost didn't come out.
The junior sister was startled: "What's wrong?"
"No, nothing." Mo Ran waved his hands again and again, but he was complaining in his heart.
Could it be that he has been practicing with Chu Wanning for a long time, and has become a Liu Xiahui? Look at this High Heaven Pavilion, it is located in a desolate place, there is no one around, peach blossoms are swaying, and there are only men and widows.
What's up with this lately? It's not right to be so innocent...
The ink burned and scratched his head.
The teacher blinked.
The eyes are facing each other, and the ink burns and grins honestly, and the pear vortex is very cute: "The peach blossoms outside are beautiful, I will pick one for you to take away."
The teacher said: "The plants and trees are also affectionate, let them be open on the branches."
"Well... you're right, then, don't pick it!"
After sitting for a while, the ink burned out his thoughts and talked to him again, but he found that there were fewer days to meet, and there was nothing to mention.
When I raised my eyes, I suddenly saw the fine sweat of the teacher because he was helping himself to take care of the house. He couldn't bear it, and took out a handkerchief from his arms and handed it to him.
"Wipe your sweat."
"..." The teacher looked down and glanced, seeing the ink burning nervously holding the handkerchief, he couldn't help but smile, and said warmly, "Thank you."
So he took the handkerchief and wiped his forehead lightly.
The handkerchief is soft and soft to the touch, and it is made of excellent silk. After the teacher used it, he said: "I will take the handkerchief back, wash it and return it to you."
"Okay, good." The ink burned a stack of voices, and his flattery to the teacher went deep into the bone marrow and became an instinct, "If you like it, you can't pay it back."
The teacher smiled and said: "I'm afraid it's inappropriate, you see this handkerchief is so well done..." He said, unfolding the handkerchief, preparing to smooth the fine folds and fold it again.
However, the slender white and tender fingers wiped the just unfolded handkerchief, and the teacher was stunned, and gently "Huh?"
"What's wrong?"
The teacher paused, raised his eyes and smiled: "A burning really want to give me this handkerchief?"
"Just take it if you like. What's mine is yours." The ink burns generously.
The smile in the teacher's eyes is faint: "Borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, you are not afraid that the master will know about you."
"What?" This time it was Mo Ran's turn to be stunned. "Why borrow flowers to offer Buddha? What does this have to do with Master?"
"Look at it yourself." The teacher's tone was somewhat unclear. "A huge begonia flower, when did the master give you his handkerchief?"