The firelight under the pot danced, and Song Zheliu's hands were white and slender.
Meng Fan couldn't help but look at Song Zheliu, wanting to use the Dream Technique to see if there was any flaw in Song Zheliu's body that caused him to be so guarded against others, such as bathing behind his back and hanging curtains.
But then he gave up.
Everyone has privacy.
Song Zheliu was also his friend, so it was a bit unkind to peek at him.
The meal was quickly prepared and the two of them started eating.
"Brother Meng, I'm still thinking about building a kitchen in this yard.
From now on, we can cook whatever we want."
"The partition issue will be solved in the next two days.
The curtains are a little unsightly.
We can also make some benches, tables and chairs.
If nothing happens, we can sit and drink tea.
It would also be nice to sit on the cliff platform and watch the sunset."
"Brother Meng, there is nothing wrong with this place.
I like it very much.
How about we give it a name?"
Song Zheliu held the bowl and talked while eating.
"You take it" Meng Fan would never live here forever, and it didn't matter whether this courtyard had a name or not.
"Call Taoyuanju" "Can."
“How about the elegant little pavilion?”
"Alright."
"It's better to call it Xian Qiong Terrace.
The terrain here is high and there are many clouds and fog, just like the Qiong Towers and Yuyu in the sky."
Song Zheliu said, and Meng Fan nodded in agreement.
But in the end, Song Zheliu didn't decide on a name.
Instead, he told the reason why he was called Song Zheliu, saying that it was when people parted in ancient times.
He knows how to break willows to send each other, and when he misses his relatives or old friends, he also breaks willows to express his feelings, so his parents gave him the name of Willow, and his surname is Song.
Isn't Song just sending me off, saying goodbye?
"Breaking willows delicately is a gift to my lover."
Meng Fan remembered a poem, "Breaking willows is a good name."
"Yes, one inch willow, one inch love, I also think my name is good."
Song Zheliu seemed to have met a close friend, smiling brightly, "Brother Meng, your name is not bad.
I searched for her thousands of times in my dream, but that person was in the light of the lamp.
It’s such a good mood in the dim place.”
"Looking for her in my dreams" Meng Fan was touched by these words, his smile was mixed with a hint of bitterness, he waved his hand and took out two pots of Qingqiu City's aged wine, handed one pot to Song Zheliu, opened one pot himself, and poured He took a big gulp in his mouth and said, "Drink."
"Okay, let's drink."
Song Zheliu opened the wine bottle and took a big gulp into his mouth, then turned his head and quietly stuck out his tongue.
So spicy After eating and drinking, Song Zheliu stood up unsteadily, packed up the pots and bowls, and walked out, muttering: "The mountain spring water in the east of the yard is really good.
It's a pity to use it for washing dishes.
It's best for making tea."
The night was getting darker.
Standing in the courtyard, you could see the lights on the outer disciples' side.
Song Zheliu washed the pots and bowls.
Perhaps because of drinking, he went to bed not long after, saying that he was moving house today.
In my new home, I stopped practicing, and my breathing gradually became softer.
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Meng Fan glanced at the curtain between the two beds, waved his hand and took out a piece of bamboo.
After cutting it with ruthless silk, he pierced a paper bird.
After channeling the spirit, he tiptoed and let it fly out of the window.
laugh The paper bird drew an elegant arc in the night sky and went straight into the sky.
The weather in the mountains was constantly changing.
Although there were floating clouds in the night sky at this time, some sparkling stars could also be seen.
Meng Fan felt as if he had witnessed the scenery seen by the paper bird with his own eyes.
The five peaks are all dotted with lights, like stars falling on the peaks.
After taking a general look at the five peaks, Meng Fan controlled the paper bird to lower its height and stayed for a moment under Yun Jufeng on the fifth peak.
Zhou Yutong once said that the secret realm of spiritual grass has been coveted by outsiders many times and has been protected by formations, so it cannot be seen at ordinary times.
Arrive, and the entrance to the secret realm is between the two statues.
There happened to be two statues where Meng Fan stayed.
The two statues are fairies holding flower baskets on their arms.
They have graceful postures.
In front of the two statues, there are five or six disciples on duty, with shining eyes and quite vigilance.
Meng Fan does not dare to get too close, and he does not expect to get there tonight.
He entered the secret realm of Lingcao and looted it.
The purpose of tonight was just to explore the way.
Then he flew towards the Qianyuan Hall located in the palm of Wufeng, where Zhou Yutong was probably imprisoned.
Meng Fan didn't know what Gongye Chunmu wanted to do to Zhou Yutong, but that night, Gongye Chunmu sent out almost all the elders to take Zhou Yutong back to the sect.
It was obvious that Zhou Yutong was extremely important to him.
Your own rescue must not be delayed for too long.
The Qianyuan Hall is very large, with cornices and horns, and there are stone beasts entrenched on the eaves, with a domineering momentum.
Around the Qianyuan Hall, there are many smaller halls, row upon row, with extraordinary auras, as if they are talking silently.
It shows the rich heritage of Nanwu Sect.
At the outermost edge of those buildings, there is a circle of high walls.
There are water channels under the high walls, which are rippling in the night.
There are several stone bridges hanging over the water channels at the main entrance, with exquisite railings.
Meng Fan flew directly over the high wall and landed on the eaves of Qianyuan Hall.
Suddenly, a shadow flew towards the paper bird controlled by Meng Fan.
The speed was staggering.
Meng Fan immediately let the paper bird fly high into the sky, but the shadow was chasing after it.
Meng Fan took a look and saw that the shadow was a white crane.
“What a hassle” Meng Fan frowned.
He did not attach the energy of the Four Spirits to the paper bird, otherwise the white crane would never cause him any trouble.
He then started to go back to the original route at full speed, but he never thought that the white crane would also speed up.
To catch up with the paper bird.
Meng Fan wanted to use the paper bird to kill the white crane, but he still endured it.
The white crane was obviously a spiritual bird, and killing it would definitely cause greater trouble.
In desperation, he controlled the paper bird to get in.
There was a cloud in the sky.
I clenched my palm and with a bang, the paper bird burned into ashes, and the clouds flashed with starlight.
The white crane flew in the clouds for a while, but couldn't find the shadow of the paper bird.
It called out in confusion and flew away.
Meng Fan returned to his mind and suddenly heard a noise coming from the yard.
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He lifted the curtain beside the bed with his hand, and Song Zheliu's shadow was no longer on the bed.
"New here, you are very tough."
There were four or five people standing in the yard.
One of them pointed a knife at Song Zheliu with a ferocious look on his face.
His body was filled with the cultivation of the sixth level of Dixuan.
Two of the other people had also reached the fifth level of Dixuan.
"If you don't give it, believe it or not, I will throw you away."
The man holding the knife pointed at the cliff in the distance with the tip of the knife.
"I don't have it with me."
Song Zheliu's voice revealed a hint of anger, "I keep it in the house."
"I told you earlier."
The man holding the knife waved his hand and walked towards the wooden house.
"Brothers, go in and search."
"You can't go in."
Song Zheliu opened his arms and blocked the group of people.
"My brother is practicing.
You can't disturb him.
If you really want something, I can give you mine first."
"It's too late."
The man holding the knife patted Song Zheliu's oval face with the knife, making a snapping sound, "We don't just want those, we want more."
At that moment, the door of the wooden house creaked open.
The man holding the knife looked toward the door, was stunned, and then took two steps back.
A face with a long scar looked at him coldly: