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. The Mengpo family has such powerful power but is unknown. We could have become people who dominate the world, why is this power used to protect civilians? Junior brother, look at the master, look at you, what kind of life are you living? Dealing with ghosts all day long, you don't even know whether you can live to see the sun tomorrow."

"So don't worry, I will use soul-catching techniques on you, so that I will know everything in your mind."

He was still ruthless in treating the masters who raised him, let alone these junior brothers and sisters. In Feng Ran's opinion, they were all obstacles to his path to becoming an immortal. The only master was killed by him, and Meng Daxian was even more valuable.

Feng Ran was destined to live no more than fifty years old, which was the hurdle in his destiny. Therefore, he resented his master very much. Since he had the ability to steal the sky and change his fate, why did he not teach him? Why did he not want to prolong his life? The ancestors passed on such a skill to use it, otherwise what would he do?

But it doesn't matter. Since the master refuses to save him, he will save himself. What fate is that he can still live hundreds of years now? Who can say that he is a short-lived ghost from the children with the same fate? As for Wu Fan, the reason he chose this little pervert is because he is the son of Meng Daxian's first love, and he just makes it unhappy. Feng Ran is a narrow-minded person. If anyone offended him, he will try every means to make people ugly.

Meng Daxian gritted his teeth. He had already made a decision in his heart. If he really couldn't escape this disaster today, he would rather commit suicide here than let Feng Ran get anything from him.

Feng Ran drew a talisman and formed an exquisite umbrella out of thin air. The golden light wrapped around the tip of the umbrella and pointed it at Meng Daxian's eyebrows, and it was about to sink into it - 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 on to my apprentice, why do you use it?"

Feng Ran felt that he had no strength all over his body. He was shocked, but he didn't show any sign of it. He didn't care at all. He just didn't take her life immediately because she was beautiful and did not have the anger of a Taoist practitioner. But he had become his biggest concern. "You... let go, let go..."

In fact, it seemed that Qinghuan held his fingers and surrounded the golden light in his palm, but Feng Ran couldn't even speak smoothly. His powerful skills were crushed in front of Qinghuan, as if a newborn baby was powerless to resist.

"Let go? Don't you want to become an immortal? If I let go, who will lead you to ascend?" Qinghuan smiled. "That's the place I sealed up, and no one can open it except me. The immortal king inside is probably rotten to bones. Since you want to go, I will send you there. But I'll remind you here that it's okay that the immortal kings are dead. If they don't die, you, a human with some small cultivation, will be the most delicious food for them."

Her light words made the disciples of Meng Po’s lineage widen their eyes. Meng Xingzhen’s generation didn’t know, but Meng Daxian’s generation was inherited before their masters died, knowing that there was actually an immortal world in this world. Their Meng Po’s lineage’s original ancestors and masters came from the immortal world, but the gate of the immortal world had been sealed and became a cage without exits. Those immortal kings could not get down, and mortals could not get up. It is precisely because of this that fewer and fewer people were cultivating immortals, and there were almost no more.

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

Meng Daxian was sweating coldly. Everyone in Meng Po’s lineage knew that the ancestor might still live in a corner of the world. This incident has been passed down from generation to generation, but thousands of years have passed and I have never seen the ancestor again, so they just think it is a legend. But if it is true... Damn, did he ever scold the ancestor as a little charlatan who robs his job? He also rubbed someone else’s romance?

"You, who are you?!" Feng Ran was frightened. He had always been confident in himself, thinking that he was the most powerful person in the world, and there was no opponent of him in the entire sect. He even felt that Meng Po's lineage had been ruined. If he had been handed over to him, why worry about not being able to carry it forward? It is known to everyone in the world?

"I founded the Mengpo lineage, but my disciples passed down it down. Since you call me the ancestor, I naturally have to bear this name." Qing Huan smiled and held Feng Ran in his hand like a dead dog. "How can one be bullied by outsiders?"

Feng Ran is naturally not her disciple, so she doesn't like such a person.

"Your master should have calculated it for you, right?" Qing Huan asked. "The short life is like not to live fifty-five, which is probably the reason why you took risks. However, your master's ability is not great enough, and it is far from my first disciple. Everyone has two destinies, and these two destinies are available. Whether it is the way of heaven or the law, they will not force people to curb people's hearts. For example, if you are filial to your master and treat your junior brothers and sisters well, although you are only fifty-five years old in your life, you can leave your name in history and be respected by future generations. However, you think of some evil ways and change your good deeds. Not to mention fifty-five, I think you can't even live fifty-two."

"This year, you're almost fifty-two, right?"

"Since you want to become an immortal, you don't have to do that much. I will send you directly to the place you want to go, but it's unknown whether it is as beautiful as you imagined."

She held Feng Ran in one hand and ticked his eyebrows with the other, and Feng Ran immediately disappeared out of thin air.

Qinghuan turned around and snapped his fingers. All the floors were restored to their original state, including the talismans and scars on Meng Daxian and others. "Human fate is not constant, but opportunities for change are hard to come by. If you look at the fate of heaven's changes, you will be on the track you should have. You should have been buried here, but because of me, you have a turnaround. You are also destined to be destined, so you don't have to care."

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

"I am."

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

"You don't have to ask about this, it's nothing good to know too much." Qinghuan turned his head and looked at Wu Fan, "Do you have anything to say about the children you killed?"

Wu Fan had long been shocked by this super reality. Meng Xingzhen walked over and tied him up, not even raising his eyes. He really couldn't believe what he saw and knew... A person 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 come back?"

"No." I'm afraid I can't come back even if I want to. If the Immortal Lord is dead, he will starve to death. The Immortal Lord is not dead... Then he can only be eaten as a delicious meal. "You are all very good, I'm very relieved."

He clearly looks like a teenage girl, with a smile on his face and a little naive, but for no reason these older brothers' eyes are red. They all know that there was such a person that the legend hidden in the hearts of every generation of disciples was not groundless.

"I will stay here for a few more days. From the time when I was still in Moon Girl to now, the world has changed. I am afraid that there is only a rough thing left that I have passed down. Your skills are no less than my disciples." Qinghuan took back the water and fire umbrella that I took back from Feng Ran. "This water and fire umbrella was passed on to my disciples when I left. Now I want to take it away. As compensation, I will give you a magic weapon and teach you how to practice the Taoist methods of your natal divine beasts. I hope one day, I will return to the world and still hear the reputation of the Meng Po lineage."

Her apprentices are gone, so there is no need to continue the umbrella.

Once her senior brother carefully created and refined for her, she passed it to her disciples. Now when she returned to her side, it seemed as if those memories were still vivid.

When everyone heard that she was going to preach herself, they were very happy, and wanted to kneel but found that they could not kneel down.

"It's not that bad for these red tape." Qing Huan sighed. "You go back and wash it up first, I won't leave. Xingpin, you can send Wu Fan to the police station."

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

Meng Daxian thought of Wu Fan's mother and his eyes closed.

Meng Xingzhen kicked him: "Who said there is no evidence? Do you really think Feng Ran is really helping you? The last deceased caught you with a handful of you? Do you remember? Your flesh tissue is stored in the cracks of his nails, and every victim has your body fluids. He is such a fool. He really thinks we can't find you? As long as you extract your DNA for comparison, your identity as the murderer can't escape! Your dad is useless even if he is the king of heaven!"

If you have money, you want to cover up the sky? Don’t ask others whether they agree or not.

Qinghuan reminded him: "Remember to go to the hospital to tell Zhong Xun the news, and also remember to tell him to live in the present."

"Yes, Master."

Meng Xingzhen dared to joke with Qinghuan before, but now she is respectful to the master and ancestor. After all, he still wants to please her and learn some skills, so he can save more people in the future.

"By the way." Qinghuan remembered something. "What is your inheritance? It was passed down from generation to generation, probably from my disciples, right? What did they say?"

Everyone's expressions suddenly became a little weird.
Chapter completed!