“It’s really inconvenient not to have a mask.”
Meng Fan walked into the room and touched his face.
The ghost mask was lent to Fu Luer and asked him to harm Fuji Bank.
It was a big plan, and his face was not unfamiliar to the Nanwu sect.
On the night of saving Zhou Yutong, many senior officials of the Nanwu sect were worried.
He had seen him before, and Elder Zhang and Elder Zong were even more impressed by him, so it was necessary to change his appearance.
"It's easy to handle."
Meng Fan stretched out his hand and scratched his face.
A long blood mark penetrated his left eye and extended to the corner of his mouth, as if he had been slashed with a knife, which was a bit hideous and terrifying.
Meng Fan condensed a faint green energy on his fingertips and gently swept it over the wound.
The wound healed slowly, but it did not heal completely, forming a bright red scar.
Meng Fan used the death energy to corrode it again, and the scar instantly turned into an old scar with a dull color.
It was impossible to tell that it was a new scar.
Immediately, Meng Fan changed into linen clothes, messed up his hair, and stooped slightly.
He looked frustrated and depressed, and he suppressed all the auras that could identify his identity, including the aura of ghosts and the four spirits.
The breath of anger.
Then walked out of the house.
The female ghost was feeding the white fox outside with food.
She was startled when she saw Meng Fan coming out.
She thought someone else had broken into the house.
The white fox was also looking at Meng Fan with a wary expression.
Meng Fan was very satisfied with the reaction of the female ghost and the white fox.
After deceiving their eyes, it would be difficult for outsiders to recognize him.
"You two can live here with peace of mind.
If anything happens, please inform He Gou.
Safety is the most important thing."
After giving instructions to the female ghost, Meng Fan left with the female ghost and the white fox seeing each other off.
Although the female ghost had been in contact with Meng Fan for a while, she still didn't know the purpose of Meng Fan going to Nanwu Sect, and thought that Meng Fan had really gone to "seduce" Zhou Yutong.
Leaning against the door, looking at Meng Fan's desolate figure, the female ghost said to herself: "If that Miss Zhou knew that the Lord was so considerate to her, I'm afraid she would definitely be moved."
The town has become lively, and people are coming and going on the street.
A large number of people are running to the ancestral temple in the west of the city, wanting to see the excitement of recruiting Jinlian Peak disciples.
Meng Fan took a deep breath of the slightly stuffy air and walked calmly among the crowd.
He lurked into the Nanwu sect with extremely clear goals.
One was to rescue Zhou Yutong, and the other was to loot the secret realm of fairy grass.
It sounds simple, but it is full of dangers.
One careless move could lead to death, and time was also very urgent.
Zhou Yutong's life could be in danger at any time.
And the spiritual grass in the secret realm of fairy grass will not always be there waiting for him.
Meng Fan couldn't help but quicken his pace.
At this time, a burst of hurried footsteps came from behind him and bumped into his shoulder.
In fact, he could have easily dodged it, but he did not do so on purpose.
At this time, he was a frustrated monk and his reaction was slow.
Some of it was as it should be, and the person who bumped into him was not an ordinary person.
He had a middle-level Earth Xuan cultivation level.
After being hit, Meng Fan pretended to be unhappy and rubbed his shoulders.
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"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
The person who bumped into him stopped and apologized hurriedly, "I left in a hurry.
My friend, are you okay?"
"It doesn't matter."
Meng Fan raised his head and glanced at the man.
know.
The man was in his twenties, carrying a long sword on his back.
He had a pretty good-looking skin and handsome features, but his whole body exuded a strong smell of pig manure, and he had a strong stench, and there were a few crop sticks stuck to his hair.
Straw also looks very downcast.
Meng Fan couldn't help but smile.
This person was the one who was collecting paper money at the female ghost's house that night when he broke into the yard and kept saying that he was an evil heretic and wanted to arrest him.
However, he knocked him unconscious and later let the female ghost throw him into a pig's nest. .
The handsome young man obviously didn't recognize Meng Fan.
He saw the long scar on Meng Fan's face and was stunned for a moment.
Normally, such a person is not easy to mess with, but seeing that Meng Fan was very talkative, Said: "My friend also went to participate in the recruitment."
After the collision just now, he felt some backlash.
He was sure that Meng Fan was a monk and his cultivation was on par with him.
However, he didn't know that Meng Fan's cultivation was not on par with him at all, but a different one.
Heaven and earth.
"Yes."
Meng Fan nodded, "The recruitment hasn't started yet."
"I don't know."
The young man scratched his head, and a straw fell down from his hair.
"I woke up at three o'clock in the morning.
I was worried that I would be late, so I walked a little faster.
Don't blame me, fellow Taoist."
After saying that, he seemed to still feel a little regretful, and the young man added: "Since we are all participating in the recruitment, let's go together."
"Okay."
Meng Fan nodded.
"I'm Song Zheliu, dare I ask my friend's name?"
the young man chatted with Meng Fan as he walked.
"Meng Xun."
Meng Fan gave his pseudonym.
Enter Nawu, looking for people and things.
"Fellow Taoist Meng, can you wait for a moment?"
When passing a clothing store, the young man called Song Zheliu stopped and said, "I'm going to buy some clothes and put them on.
These clothes smell a bit rancid with sweat."
"Okay."
Meng Fan was still very talkative.
As a result, not long after, there was a dispute in the store.
"Why do you buy clothes when you don't have money?
Are you deliberately looking for trouble?"
A woman said in a high voice.
"I, I, was rich and had a mysterious ticket, but why did it disappear?
Ah, I must have lost it.
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I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I just took off my clothes.
I won't buy it.
I won't buy it."
Song Zheliu's voice was awkward.
"I won't buy it," the woman said.
"Your whole body stinks, and the clothes you tried on also stink.
How can I sell it?
I can't buy it."
"I really don't have money to buy it."
"Don't you still have a sword?
It's barely enough to cover your clothes."
"No, no, the sword is my life, it cannot be withheld."
"Then don't leave" In the shop, Song Zheliu was wearing a brand-new clothes and was scolded by a middle-aged woman.
The woman suddenly reached out to snatch his sword.
He hurriedly hid aside, but was suddenly supported by another person on the shoulder.
Look, it’s Meng Fan.
"How much does this dress cost?"
Meng Fan asked Song Zheliu Dao.
"Fifty."
Song Zheliu said with a red face.
"Take it."
Meng Fan handed a mysterious note of one hundred denominations to the woman.
"Buy two," the woman said.
"Change."
Meng Fan said.
"Hmph."
The woman saw that Meng Fan had scars on his face and was dressed in a very shabby way.
Perhaps she doubted the authenticity of the mysterious ticket.
She took the mysterious ticket to identify it, then put it away and gave Meng Fan change. , when Meng Fan led Song Zheliu away, he looked at the backs of the two of them and sneered, "A bunch of broken people settled down."
But she didn't know that if Meng Fan took out all his mysterious tickets, it would be comparable to that of a large sect, and it would scare her so much that she couldn't take care of herself.
When they got outside, Song Zheliu looked at Meng Fan with a different look, and the terrible scar became cute.
He was very embarrassed and said: "Fellow Taoist Meng, if you look back at me after making you laugh, I will definitely give you both back."
"Twice the magic ticket" Meng Fan touched his chin.
The reason why Song Zheliu didn't have a mysterious ticket was because he stole it habitually: