"If you have it, you can pay it back, and if you don't, forget it. ”

Hearing Song Zheliu say double the money, Meng Fan waved his hand.

When he knocked Song Zheliu unconscious last night, he habitually touched all the valuable things on Song Zheliu's body, leaving only a broken sword for Song Zheliu.

"Will definitely be returned. Song Zheliu affirmed.

Because Meng Fan helped him out of the siege and continued to walk towards the ancestral hall, Song Zheliu opened the conversation box and talked about his life experience, it turned out that he used to have a sect, a small sect of several hundred people, and the scale of the Yuxian faction was about the same, but it closed down due to the poor management of the head of the family.

"What's the matter with you, Meng Daoyou?"

After talking about his own affairs, Song Zheliu asked Meng Fan again, guessing that Meng Fan's background must not be very good, and the hundred Xuan tickets must have been taken out with gritted teeth, if he was really rich, he would have changed the shabby body on his body, and he would not let the woman give change.

But the matter of change made Song Zheliu think that Meng Fan was very practical and not pretentious.

"Loose practice. Meng Fan said casually, "After Xiuwei arrived at Dixuan, the consumption was too large, and I wanted to find a gate sect to stay." ”

"As it should be. Song Zheliu did not doubt him, "It's good to enjoy the shade under the big tree, we have the same idea." ”

While chatting, the two walked briskly, and from time to time, the two of them left the town and saw the ancestral ancestral hall.

The area of the ancestral hall is not small, green bricks and green tiles, it is estimated that there are three or four courtyards, the female ghost once said that there is a big family in the town, and if she wants to make good friends with the Nanwu faction, she will lend out her own ancestral ancestral hall.

In front of the ancestral hall was a wide open space, and at this time, the black pressure was crowded with a crowd, about three or four hundred.

Jin Lianfeng's recruitment this time is the recruitment of outer disciples, and the requirements for cultivation are not high, because the vast majority of them are Dixuan monks, Meng Fan has no interest in a group of Dixuan monks, but his eyes are attracted by one thing.

"Let's take a good look at it, identify it, and don't recognize the person on the painting!"

"If you know each other, or if you have any clues, tell us immediately, Golden Lotus Peak has a big reward!"

"If you don't report it, don't blame us for being polite!"

There were a few people dressed in uniform clothes, holding a few paintings, for the passing monks to see, and there was a golden lotus embroidered on his right chest, presumably a disciple of the Golden Lotus Peak.

Not only were the disciples holding paintings in their hands, but there were also paintings on the surrounding trees and on the walls of the ancestral hall.

Meng Fan and Song Zheliu stopped in front of the tree where the painting was posted and looked at the painting.

There is a strange person painted on the painting, the reason why it is strange is because the person's face is covered by ink, he can't see his facial features, he can only see his body, and there are words written on the painting, which is similar to what the disciples of Jin Lianfeng said, if anyone can find the person on the painting, Jin Lianfeng will be thanked, or Jin Fushen, the head of Jin Lianfeng, will personally thank him!

As soon as Meng Fan looked at the painting, he knew that it was him.

I guessed that the people of Jin Lianfeng must have gone to look for him last night, but naturally he didn't find it, so he could only post a reward to find someone with a lot of money, but such a blurry painting, I'm afraid it will be posted in vain.

Song Zheliu suddenly looked at Meng Fan and looked up and down.

Song Daoyou...... Are you trying to find someone to make a fortune?" Meng Fan said with squinted eyes.

"Haha!" Song Zheliu laughed, "Brother is thinking, it would be good if we were the people in the painting, the person who can make the head of Jin Lianfeng so concerned must be a big man! At least it's not like us, it's an unknown person." ”

"This should be revenge, if you are him, you are not afraid of death?" Meng Fan said.

"Afraid!" Song Zheliu touched the hilt of the sword behind his back, "The life is given by my father, how can I not be afraid of death, besides, we are all small people, not to mention that the reward for the head of the Golden Lotus Peak is found, I am afraid that this time it is a little suspenseful to recruit through the outer door!"

Song Zheliu muttered again: "I don't know what this person has done, I'm afraid it's not a trivial matter, if someone finds it, it can only be a dead end." ”

Meng Fan, who knew everything, smiled and nodded: "Hmm." ”

The two of them left the tree with the painting and walked towards the open space in front of the ancestral hall, they did come a little late, they could only line up behind the three or four hundred people, and they didn't see the recruitment start after waiting for a while, Xu is the person in charge of recruitment hadn't come yet, Song Zheliu was a little bored and chatted: "Brother Meng knows anything about the throne of Golden Lotus Peak?"

"I don't know much. Meng Fan shook his head, looked at the gate of the ancestral hall, and did not see He Gou's figure, and he was not sure whether He Gou had arrived, because the queue was too long, it was a little far away from the ancestral hall, and the perspective was useless.

"Jin Fushen only became the head of Golden Lotus Peak twenty years ago. Song Zheliu said in a low voice, "When he competed with others for the throne, he declared extremely domineeringly, my surname is Jin, and the Golden Lotus Peak is mine, and then I really became the head of the Golden Lotus Peak." ”

Within a few years, he gave birth to a daughter, and she was directly named after Jin Lianfeng, called Jin Lian'er. ”

"It is said that Jin Lian'er looks quite good, but it's a pity that she is still young, only fifteen or sixteen years old, and she has not grown, and she has been suppressed by the name of the little fairy Zhou Yutong, but Nanwu still has Jin Tong and a jade girl. ”

"Oh, only fifteen or sixteen?" Meng Fan interjected.

When he saw Jin Lian'er last night, he saw that her body was full, and he thought that the girl was seventeen or eighteen years old, and now Song Zheliu actually said that she hadn't grown yet, if she had grown, wouldn't it be ...... Spectacular?

That bulging red belly pocket is the real thing.

"Brother Meng shouldn't be here for Jin Lian'er, right?" Song Zheliu squeezed his eyes.

"Why didn't you ask me if I was here for that little fairy?" Meng Fan said with a smile.

"Hahaha!" Song Zheliu didn't know that Meng Fan was really here for Zhou Yutong, glanced at the scar on Meng Fan's face, and sighed, "Let's not pay attention to the little fairy, Jin Lian'er is not something that a character like us can approach, by the way, Brother Meng, you said that if someone really finds the person in the painting, what kind of reward can Jin Fushen give?"

"Hell knows. ”

"Will you marry Jin Lian'er?"

"You like that golden lotus. ”

"I've never met before, how is it possible, at least I have to meet and have a look!haha! To be honest, if you can really become a Taoist couple with Jin Lian'er, the path of cultivation will be much smoother......

"You kid's mind...... It's very unserious!"

"Haha, just kidding, just kidding!"

In Meng Fan's eyes, Song Zheliu is a very upright person, but when it comes to women, he is a little bit of his original form, and when he was chatting, there was a sudden noise behind him.

"Get out of the way!"

"Get out of the way!"

"Let the master come to the front!"

At this time, there were dozens of people lined up behind Meng Fan and Song Zheliu, and there were five or six brightly dressed people who squeezed over from the crowd behind, obviously wanting to cut in line.

Song Zheliu, who had been waiting for a long time, didn't want to be cut in line, so he didn't move.

Those people came over and pushed Song Zheliu: "Good dogs don't get in the way......

(End of chapter)