Yu Lanshan's eyes were helpless and full of fear.
She still looks like the evil woman who loves to eat people's hearts.
At the same time as Yu Lanshan woke up, a group of uninvited guests approached Qingqiu City.
On a hillside half a mile away from the city gate, five or six people suddenly appeared, walking on the crunching snow.
At this time, the faint light of dawn in the sky shone on the somewhat embarrassed figures of those people.
What is very strange is that each of them has a scarf on their forehead, which is extremely funny, but for some unknown reason, none of them took off the scarf.
The leader of the group actually had fluctuations in the cultivation level of the first level of immortality.
A strong man wearing an aunt's scarf on his head will look as weird as possible.
"What the hell, this is the third day, right?"
The immortal powerhouse with his aunt's scarf on his head stopped, looked at the dawn in the east, and cursed at the people around him and asked.
"Uncle Cang, this is the third day."
A person next to him said, "Can we take off the thing on our heads now?
This thing has been on for three days, and the whole person is in bad luck."
"Picked it off, picked it all off" The powerful Immortal Realm man known as Uncle Cang raised his hand and tore off the scarf on his forehead with a sneer, and the muscles on his face twitched.
As a person in the Immortal Realm, he usually doesn't use bad words.
But after my aunt put the scarf on her head for three days, her mind was filled with dirty words.
"Damn, this stuff is pretty sticky."
Uncle Cang threw the towel with his own hair on the ground and stepped on it hard.
Unexpectedly, the towel stuck to the sole of his shoe again, and he became even more angry.
"No one should spread the word about this matter.
Once it gets out, my uncle will cut off your heads."
Hearing the threat from their uncle, the others tore off their scarves from their foreheads and nodded repeatedly.
This matter must not be spread to outsiders.
If it were passed back to his own sect, the Zhengyang Sect, he would definitely be ridiculed by everyone in the sect.
This group of people is from the Zhengyang Sect of the Eighteenth Layer Mountain.
The Cang Master Uncle was named Cang Jingfeng, and he rushed to Qingqiu City to find Zuo Shidao on the order of the leader.
Even without Zhao Zhong secretly spreading the news, the Zhengyang Sect had also found out about Zuo Shidao and his deputy in recent days.
It’s about the palace master’s martial arts contest.
What they didn't expect was that as soon as they left the sect and before they left the Eighteenth Layer Mountain, they encountered two weirdos.
The reason why they were called weirdos was that they actually sold aunt scarves to them.
A young man, a bald monk.
A man sells his auntie towel to a man, which is a big joke in the world
The other party also said that the aunt's scarf was used by Nuwa to mend the sky.
Cang Shishu Cang Jingfeng decisively refused, and slapped the smooth-tongued young man away with his palm.
He vomited blood on the spot, and it was at this moment that their group's misfortune befell them.
"Old senior, these people refuse to buy" The young disciple only shouted this, and the bald monk suddenly rose up.
He didn't use any magic.
He just waved his palm indifferently and flew away Cang Jingfeng, who was in the immortal realm, and his figure was messy in the air.
Turned over, it took a long time to land.
What happens next is predictable.
All the mysterious tickets they had on them were robbed, and no one had an extra aunt scarf on their forehead.
They were also threatened by the bald monk that they could not take it off within three days, otherwise there would be a bloody disaster.
If others say such things, they will definitely not listen.
But the other party could slap away the Immortal Realm Cang Master Uncle with just one palm, so he had to listen.
If he took it off and was killed by the other party, it would be troublesome, so everyone had an aunt's scarf on their heads and hid in Qingqiu City.
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At this time, the dawn has dawned, and three days have almost passed.
And Qingqiu City has just arrived.
"Brother, go back" "Meng Fan, senior has gone away a long time ago, don't send me off."
On the highest hill outside the city, Fenxiang and Zhou Yutong saw that Meng Fan was still looking into the distance and refused to leave, so they comforted him.
The dawn shrouded them, full of parting.
This time, it was Lan'er who was sent away.
This send-off also sends away nostalgia.
Meng Fan has dreamed of going back to Pig's Trotter Mountain many times.
Why doesn't he want to go home for real?
See the stream, his parents and mother-in-law, the fellow villagers, and take Ah Fu for a walk on the mountain.
He curved his lips and smiled, then shook his head.
Meng Fan took Fenxiang and Zhou Yutong with him, turned around and swept down the hill, heading towards the city gate.
When passing by a hillside, he paused for no other reason.
He saw Cang Jingfeng and his party from the Zhengyang Sect from a distance.
I also happened to see them taking off the auntie's scarf on their heads.
Meng Fan suddenly smiled.
Qian Deng said that the bald monk and Ouyang Yunyi had come to Qingqiu City before and extorted six million yuan of black money from him using his aunt's scarf.
After entertaining them with delicious food and drinks, they sent them away.
Meng Fan naturally knew where they had gone.
It must have been to the Eighteen Mountains.
After all, he was the one who asked them to go to the Nanwu Sect to cause trouble.
When he saw the sanitary napkins on the ground and the dejected looks on Master Cang's group, Meng Fan knew that these people must have come from the Eighteenth Mountain and must have encountered the bald monk and Ouyang Yunyi.
Moreover, looking at the clothes of this group of people, the style is very similar to that of Zuo Shidao and Zuo Shixiu's cousins.
He must be a member of the Zhengyang sect.
"Grandma, what are you laughing at?"
Seeing Meng Fan standing in the distance with a smile on his face, the anger that Master Cang Jingfeng had been harboring in his heart for three days finally broke out.
In the midst of his angry shouts, he revealed his first-level immortality cultivation, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
"Uncle Master asked you, kid, what are you laughing at?"
The remaining Zhengyang Sect disciples also followed suit and shouted angrily.
They were originally afraid of being caught by someone about their aunt's scarf.
Now, not only were they caught, but the other party actually laughed in front of them.
It was too hateful.
But while scolding, they saw Fenxiang and Zhou Yutong again.
There is inevitably a look of envy in his eyes.
This energetic and gorgeous young man was obviously taking two beauties with him to climb a mountain in the snow to watch the sunrise.
So romantic At the same time, they looked familiar to Zhou Yutong, but they did not think that it was Zhou Yutong.
The little fairy was cold and holy.
How could she accompany a young man to watch the sunrise with another woman?
Moreover, Zhou Yutong had been fighting all night, and even though he had changed into clean clothes, his expression was unavoidable and haggard, and his appearance was slightly inferior to before.
Uncle Cang and his party had never been in close contact with Zhou Yutong, so it was understandable that he could not recognize her.
"I'm not laughing at anything."
Having said that, Meng Fan still had a smile on his face, "I dare to ask all fellow Taoists, the things on the ground were sold to you by a bald old man and a young man, are they okay?"
"Hmm" Meng Fan's question made Uncle Cang and others stunned.
"Who are you?"
Master Cang took a step towards Meng Fan and asked sternly, "Are you in the same group?"
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"Is there anything you can say about it?"
Meng Fan said sincerely, "I'm just asking for some news, and I don't mean any harm."
"Brother, why don't you stop asking and let's go back?"
Seeing that Uncle Cang was in the Immortal Realm, and that the rest of the people were not low in cultivation, and had a bad temper, Fenxiang tugged on Meng Fan's clothes.
If he gets up, it will be too late to go back and call for help.
"Whether it is or not, just leave half your life behind."
Uncle Cang obviously didn't want Meng Fan, who was teasing them, to leave.
He stepped hard on the snow with his feet, and his figure turned into a bolt of lightning.
He tore the air with his sneer and waved his palm towards Meng Fan.
"Is he a fellow Taoist from the Zhengyang Sect?"
Zhou Yutong obviously saw the origin of the other party and said hurriedly, "Please stop, there must be some misunderstanding here."
"Misunderstanding"
Uncle Cang had already bullied Meng Fan and struck Meng Fan's forehead with his palm: