"Meng Fan, this is" Fan Guyi asked Meng Fan when he saw that the visitor did not regard him as an outsider, his figure was calm and fast, and his strength was obviously good.
"What about him?"
Meng Fan touched his chin and glanced at the long-haired white-clothed Mo Yiran, "I'll let him introduce himself later."
"Brother Meng, I finally got here."
The visitor unceremoniously squeezed Zuo Shixiu away from Meng Fan, sat side by side with Meng Fan, and said with a playful smile, "Lian'er almost didn't let me come here.
You didn’t forget to prepare a bar for me.”
The person who came was none other than Ouyang Yunyi.
"Yes, yes."
Liang Baitian ran over at a slower pace than Ouyang Yunyi, panting, "There is a lot of wine tonight as well as meat, and I spent a lot of money."
Everyone present laughed after hearing this.
Fan Guyi looked at Liang Baitian and nodded slightly, as if he recognized the other party's performance.
Ouyang Yunyi was obviously still thinking about what Jin Lian'er had said, and his eyes were scanning everyone's face.
The bonfire was flickering just now, and he couldn't see everyone's appearance clearly.
He didn't know a few people present, only Su.
Pei still has some impression, after all, he He went to Yuxian Sect and his eyes lit up after seeing Fennel, but it was not like what Jin Lian'er described.
Jin Lian'er almost described him as a monster in the world.
Then he focused his eyes on the man sitting on the other side of Meng Fan.
The long-haired man in white clothes suddenly shrank his pupils. know A bit festive At the Ziyang Mausoleum, he opposed Meng Fan, indirectly offending everyone close to Meng Fan, including this long-haired man in white.
Ouyang Yunyi's mouth twitched, he didn't even have to lower his voice, and directly said through the voice: "Brother Meng, why is this little girl here?"
Meng Fan put his hand on his mouth, coughed twice, deliberately pretending not to hear, but said to Ouyang Yunyi: "You don't know anyone here, why don't you introduce yourself first?"
Ouyang Yunyi looked away from Mo Yiran's face and briefly introduced himself to the people present.
Meng Fan also introduced everyone present to Ouyang Yunyi, and Ouyang Yunyi greeted everyone one after another.
When Meng Fan introduced Mo Yiran, the expression on Ouyang Yunyi's face could not be called embarrassed.
"We know each other."
Ouyang Yunyi cupped his hands and covered half of his face, "Miss Mo, after we say goodbye to Ziyang Mausoleum, you are still as charming as ever.
It's a pleasure to meet you."
Mo Yiran pursed his delicate lips and said with a smile: "Young Master Ouyang is still as charming as ever.
I'm glad to meet you."
Seeing that Mo still had no hostility towards him, Ouyang Yunyi breathed a sigh of relief.
He was really afraid that a few girls from Qinglian Palace would suddenly pop up around him and beat him up.
"Everyone has worked hard along the way.
Let's have a drink first."
Meng Fan smiled and was not in a hurry to discuss the big plan.
He opened a jar of wine in front of him first.
This banquet, where people gathered together for various reasons, officially started with Meng Fan opening the wine. .
It didn't matter at the beginning, people started to gather around Meng Fan one after another, and they toasted.
This scene lasted until midnight.
Fan Guyi wiped the wine on his clothes and bluntly said that he was the victim of Chiyu.
Yes, those boys are obviously here to respect Meng Fan.
In the end, it was only after Zhang Wuling blocked Meng Fan that he stopped.
This scene made Mo Yiran look at Meng Fan even more.
How much hard work does a person have to gain so much respect?
In this square where countless bonfires were lit, Meng Fan was obviously the most important person, bar none.
While Ouyang Yunyi was pestering Fan Guyi to drink, Meng Fan also had a few drinks with Mo Yiran and said with a smile: "I really wanted to go to Qinglian Palace to have a meal, I remember the address clearly, but just I was afraid that Qinglian Palace wouldn’t welcome men, so I kept busy, but it still didn’t happen.”
Mo Yiran smiled: "The girls who went to Ziyang Mausoleum with me often mentioned you, and you will definitely be treated specially when you go."
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Mo Yiran suddenly had a hint of sadness in his beautiful eyes.
Meng Fan obviously knew why Mo Yiran appeared at the Eighteenth Level Mountain, and said softly: "We still have some things to talk about after the show is over.
You can also participate when the time comes.
By the way, do you still remember Qing Ling?"
Mo Yiran blinked his beautiful eyes.
How could she forget Qing Ling?
Qinglian Palace was built by Ziyang Zhenren for his beloved wife.
Qingling’s mother was named Qinglian.
Meng Fan said mysteriously: "There is also a big thing about Qing Ling.
We will talk about this later."
Mo Yiran's eyes were full of surprise.
How many things did Meng Fan have?
Meng Fan helped Mo Yiran tear off a piece of meat from the fire and asked, "See, your cultivation level is already at the second level of immortality.
How come you have cultivated so quickly that you are almost catching up with me?"
Mo Yiran took a small bite of a piece of meat, chewed it carefully, and said with a smile: "You are already at the fourth level of immortality.
I am still two levels short of you.
Besides, that Ouyang Yunyi is not allowed to be at the second level of immortality.
I have also reached the second level."
Meng Fan waved his hand: "We are both lucky and have encountered many good fortunes."
"I also have good fortune."
Mo Yiran took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the corners of his lips.
Without covering up, he told a secret about Qinglian Palace.
It turns out that there are several inheritance formations in the Qinglian Palace, and the deceased masters in the past generations will seal their cultivation, including their souls, in it for the new master to communicate and pass on.
Every time the new leader successfully communicates an inheritance formation, he will receive a gift and his strength will increase a lot.
Mo Yiran has successfully communicated with half of the dozens of inheritance formations.
If there were more, his cultivation would be even higher than now.
"This is also an important reason why Qinglian Palace can continue to this day."
Mo Yiran, who was sitting cross-legged by the bonfire, adjusted his skirt and said modestly, "I also have poor qualifications and cannot bear too much inheritance.
Otherwise, if I cultivate It’s not just like this.”
Meng Fan was particularly envious and said: "You are just sitting at home and flying to the sky."
Mo Yiran tilted his head, his black hair hanging down, his skin was white and red due to drinking, and he was particularly charming.
He blinked his beautiful eyes and said: "You can try it at Qinglian Palace, maybe you can successfully obtain a few inheritances. " "No," Meng Fan waved his hand, "All of your leaders must have been women.
If I were to go there, they might kill me and turn me into ashes.
The gain outweighs the loss."
Meng Fan asked again: "Besides, will your words be of any use?"
Mo Yiran lowered his eyes and whispered: "It works."
The headmaster has disappeared and has not been found yet.
Now she alone has the final say in Qinglian Palace, and she has been trained as the next headmaster.
Mo Yiran suddenly said inexplicably: "Meng Fan, if one day I die, I will seal my soul and cultivation in the inheritance formation of Qinglian Palace.
When the time comes, you go to me, and I will definitely seal my soul and cultivation in the inheritance formation of Qinglian Palace."
Inherited to you” s: Third update
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