Ninety-third bowl of soup (16)

Meng Daxian sneered, "You should know that even if you kill us all, I can't tell you."

"Of course I know." Feng Ran said regretfully, "You are too rigid. Po Meng's line has such a powerful power but is unknown. We could have become the people who dominate the world. Why should we use this power? On the protection of civilians? Brother, look at Master, look at you, what life do you all have? Deal with ghosts all day long, and I don’t even know if I can live to see the sun tomorrow."

"So don't worry, I'll use contemplation on you. In this case, I know everything in your mind."

He was ruthless towards the master who brought him up, let alone these juniors and sisters? In Feng Ran's eyes, they were all obstacles on his road to becoming immortal. The only master was killed by him, and Meng Daxian was even more worthless.

Feng Ran is destined to live less than fifty-five years old. This is a hurdle in his fate. Therefore, he resents Master very much. Since he has the ability to change his fate, why refuse to teach him? Why didn't you give him another life? The ancestors handed down such a skill, just to use it, otherwise, what do you learn from it?

But it doesn't matter. Since the master refuses to save him, then he will save himself. What is destined, he can still live a few hundred years old now? Who can say that he is a short-lived ghost from those children who have the same life style? As for Wu Fan-the reason for choosing this little pervert is because he is the son of Meng Daxian's first love, and he used it 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 escape the catastrophe today, he would rather commit suicide here than let Feng Ran get anything from him.

Feng Ran drew a talisman in his hand and conjured an exquisite umbrella out of thin air. The golden light was wrapped around the tip of the umbrella and touched the center of Meng Daxian's eyebrows. It was about to sink in-one hand grabbed his finger.

"I like him very much. If you kill him, I won't agree. What's more, my umbrella was passed to my apprentice. Why do you use it."

Feng Ran felt that he had no strength all over, he was shocked in his heart, but he didn't show any signs on his face. He didn't care about this girl at all. It was just because she was very beautiful and didn't have the anger of a cultivator, that she didn't immediately kill her, but knowing it became his confidant. "You... let go, let go..."

In fact, it seems that Qinghuan held his fingers and surrounded the golden light in his palm, but Feng Ran couldn't even speak smoothly. He was so powerful that he was crushed in front of Qinghuan as if he was just born. The baby is helpless.

"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 the place where I sealed it, and no one can open it except me. The fairy in it is probably rotten to bones early. If you want to go, I'll send you there. I'll just mention it here. It’s okay for the immortals to be dead. If you are not dead, you, a human being with a little cultivation, are the most delicious food for them."

Her light and fluttering words made the disciples of Po Meng's line stare. The generation of Meng Xingzhen is still unknown, but the generation of Meng Daxian was inherited before the death of the masters, knowing that there is actually an immortal world in this world. The first ancestor and grandfather of their Mengpo lineage came from the immortal 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 fairy monarchs 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 they are almost gone by now.

The immortal world was sealed by their ancestors. The little girl just said...

Meng Daxian was sweating coldly, and everyone in Po Meng’s line knew that the ancestor might still be alive in a corner of this world. This matter has been passed on from generation to generation, but thousands of years have passed and they have never seen the ancestor again, so they Only if this is a legend. But if it's true... Damn, did he ever scold the ancestor for being a little clerk who grabbed his job? Still rubbing other people's skewers?

"Who, who are you?!" Feng Ran was frightened. He was always confident in himself. He felt that he was the most powerful person in the world. There was no match for him in the whole school. He even felt that Meng Po's line had been ruined. , If it is handed over to him, why can't it be carried forward, as the world knows?

"Meng Po's line was founded by me, but it is my disciples who passed it down. Since you call me Patriarch, then I naturally have to bear the name." Qing Huan smiled and looked like Feng Ran. Carry it in your hand like a dead dog, "My own child, how can I be bullied by outsiders."

Feng Ran is naturally not her disciple and grandson, so she doesn't like this kind of stuff.

"Your master should have calculated it for you, right?" Qing Huan asked. "Short-lived, you will not survive fifty-five, which is probably the reason why you took the risk. However, your master's ability is not big enough, and it is far from my first apprentice. Everyone has two destinies, these two This kind of destiny is optional. No matter the way of heaven or the law, it will not force people's hearts. For example, if you are filial to your master and treat your juniors and siblings kindly, although you are only fifty-five years old in your life, you will be able to stay in history. Admired by future generations. However, you think of some evil ways, and you have changed your life. 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 an immortal, you don't have to spend so many things. I will send you directly to where you want to go, but whether it is as beautiful as you imagined is not known."

She carried Feng Ran with one hand, and clicked on his eyebrow with the other, and Feng Ran immediately disappeared out of thin air.

Qing Huan turned around and snapped his fingers. This floor was restored to its original shape, including the spells and scars on Meng Daxian and others. "The destiny of human beings is not static, but the opportunity for change is unavoidable. No matter what, your destiny will be on the right track. You guys should have been killed here, but because I got a chance, the time is also fate, don’t care."

"You...you really are..." Meng Daxian couldn't straighten his tongue.

"I'm."

"But... you, ah no, it's you, you, how could you..."

"You don't have to ask about this. Knowing too much is nothing good." Qing Huan turned to look at Wu Fan, "Do you have anything to say about the children who were killed by you?"

Wu Fan was shocked 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 what... Someone who thought he didn't exist suddenly appeared in front of him... God, is he dreaming now?

"Master, Feng Ran--" Meng Xinghua still didn't understand. "Will he not come back again?"

"No." I'm afraid I can't come back if I want to go back. If Xianjun is dead, he will starve to death in it, Xianjun is not dead... Then it can only be eaten as a good meal. "You are all very well, I am very relieved."

Obviously she looks like a teenage girl, with a smile on her brows and even some innocence, but for no reason, the eyes of these older brothers are flushed. They all knew that there was such a person, the legend that has been kept in the hearts of every generation of disciples is not groundless.

"I will stay here for a few more days. From the time when I was still a moon girl to the present, the world is vicissitudes of life. I am afraid that only a few things have been handed down. Your skills are compared to my apprentices. What's worse is not a star." Qing Huan took back the water and fire umbrella that Feng Ran had recaptured from Feng Ran's hand. "This water and fire umbrella was passed on to my apprentice when I left. Now I want to take it away. As compensation, I will give you a magic weapon and teach you how to cultivate the beast of your own life. I hope that one day, I will give you a magic weapon. Back to the world, you can still hear of the beautiful name of Po Meng's line."

Her apprentices are no longer there, and there is no need for this umbrella to be passed on.

Once her brother carefully crafted it for her, she passed it on to her disciples, and now she returns to her as if those memories are still vivid.

Hearing that she was going to preach in person, everyone was overjoyed, but they wanted to kneel but found that they could not go down.

"It's not so rare that these red tapes are." Qing Huan sighed lightly. "You go back and freshen up first, and I won't go, Star Pillow, you send Wu Fan to the police station."

"You have no evidence! You can't catch me!" Wu Fan shouted, "I am innocent! I want to sue you for slander! Do you know who my dad is?!"

Meng Daxian closed his eyes when thinking of Wu Fan's mother.

Meng Xingzhen kicked him: "Who said there is no evidence? Do you really think Feng Ran really helped you? The last deceased grabbed you a handful, do you remember? There is your fleshy tissue in his nails. And every victim has your body fluids. What a fool, I really thought we could not find you? As long as you extract your DNA for comparison, your identity as a murderer can't escape! It's useless if your dad is a king and I! "

Want to cover the sky if you have money? Don't ask others to answer or not.

Qing Huan urged 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 make jokes with Qing Huan before, and now he respectfully takes a mouthful of his master. After all, he still wants to please her elders and learn something more, so that they can save more people in the future.

"Right." Qing Huan remembered something. "What is your inheritance? It should be passed down from generation to generation, should it start with my apprentices? What did they say?"

The expressions of everyone suddenly became a little weird.