"Hey!"

When the drunken man disappeared, a helpless sigh came out of Meng Fan's mouth, and then Meng Fan leaned back, wanting to withdraw from the range of the formation, but found that his feet seemed to be deep in the mud, and it was difficult to move.

When the drunken man appeared in front of him, he only moved one position.

But it was this position that made the drunk man let out a soft sigh.

It seems that Meng Fan can move a position, which is a very remarkable thing.

The drunken man raised his hand and pressed it on Meng Fan's shoulder, his mouth sprayed with wine, the thick beard on the side of his mouth moved, and said an inexplicable word: "It is worthy of the person I fancied." ”

Then there was a rumbling sound in Meng Fan's body, and Xiu Wei couldn't lift it anymore.

In the buzzing sound, the formation ripples continued to reverberate around him.

Others may not be able to see it, but Meng Fan can see that the formation opened by the drunk man is very messy, and it doesn't look like it has been successfully opened at all.

Meng Fan looked at the drunken man's rough face and asked, "Where did they go?"

At this time, not only Jin Lian'er and others were gone, but even Jin Fushen and others were gone.

What Meng Fan was most worried about was whether they all acted as nourishment for the opening of the formation, in this case, the immortals would not be able to save them.

The drunken man's hand on Meng Fan's shoulder became harder and harder, and said, "You'll see them later, now I'm going to borrow you for it, if you dare to resist in the slightest, they will definitely die!"

"How to use it?" Meng Fan asked in a deep voice.

"Take out your peachwood sword, and the immortal bell. The drunken man said.

Even though his state of mind had been strengthened, Meng Fan still set off an uproar in his heart when he heard it!

He had never seen this drunken man, but how did the other party know that he had a peachwood sword and an immortal bell?

What does the other party want to do with these two things?

Then the drunken man gave him an answer that was not an answer, and called him by name: "Meng Fan, we have already met in Qingqiu City, and we have also met in the town under Nanwupai Mountain, don't you remember?"

Meng Fan glanced at the drunken man, then closed his eyes, as if he was caught in a memory.

He searched in his memory with the dream technique, and did not let go of a fragment, and suddenly his eyebrows trembled, on the day of the establishment of the Ziyang Palace, the magnates of Qingqiu City went to congratulate one after another, and behind the lively crowd, there was a drunk man holding a pot of wine, sitting on the street opposite the small palace, drunk and basking in the sun.

Meng Fan thought about it again, when he invited Zhou Yutong for the first time, when he went to Baihuafang by carriage, there was also a drunkard who fell drunk at the door of Baihuafang and was carried away by the people of Baihuafang.

Thinking about it again, when the city lord's mansion was destroyed and a thousand lights were killed, it seemed that there was also a figure sitting on the wall of Qingqiu City, looking at him from a distance while drinking!

Then to the town at the foot of Nanwupai Mountain, when he and Song Zheliu met, there was a down-and-out man who bought a pot of wine from a wine shop and handed over a crumpled Xuan ticket!

Even on the night he abolished Jin Taijiao, when he was fighting with Elder Zong, there was a figure watching him in the dark, still carrying a wine jug in his hand!

Even in the Huaigu City Gambling House, there is a figure who is secretly following him!

And these people are all drunk men in front of them!

Thinking about it, Meng Fan had cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

He who felt that he had walked carefully all the way, and he believed in being more careful than Zhao Changshou to sail the ship of ten thousand years, but he was followed all the way by a person like a ghost, but he didn't realize it!

No matter how strong your mood is, you can't be calm!

"If it weren't for that, the Emperor Immortal Palace wouldn't have suffered a catastrophe and turned into a ruin. The drunken man seemed to be drunk, and said to himself, "Did you do something wrong? Did you really do something wrong? Why do you still have so no regrets in your heart? Now that you come home, are you all okay? Do you remember me?"

As the drunk man spoke, he focused his blurred gaze on Meng Fan's face: "Meng Fan, the formation has been crippled in the catastrophe, I need you as a yin and yang guide to open the door to go home, and you are an indispensable and important existence, if you want them to live, let you live by yourself, just take out the things!"

The drunken man's hand loosened.

Meng Fan was silent for a few seconds, then waved his hand and took out the peach wood sword and the immortal bell.

The drunken man's eyes lit up slightly, and with a wave of his hand, the peachwood sword and the immortal bell flew out of Meng Fan's hand, shuttling back and forth in the ruins floating in mid-air, and the mysterious bell sound echoed in the cave, and one by one, one brick and one tile fell in an orderly manner, and the reconstruction of the Emperor Immortal Palace began...... Its manipulation techniques are the same as those of the Heavenly Dao Old Man in the Immortal Space!

The difference is that this time, it was the drunk man who borrowed Meng Fan's body to perform it.

In such a situation, Meng Fan still performed the Dream Dao Technique, and memorized the drunken man's manipulation method in his heart, which was not worse than his own bitter understanding!

Meng Fan smiled bitterly in his heart: "Is this also creation?"

But the drunken man was obviously not very relaxed, sweat dripped down his thick beard, and he looked at the Emperor Immortal Palace that was being rebuilt, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Home!"

Meng Fan suddenly spoke: "You are not a descendant of the Emperor Immortal Palace, you are ......"

The drunken man's hand on Meng Fan's shoulder was hard again: "It's good that you know it yourself." ”

Meng Fan straightened up vigorously and looked directly at the drunken man: "Nanwu Sect Golden Lotus Peak, more than ten cranes have fallen to the ground to commit suicide, is it also your hands and feet?"

The drunken man stared at the rebuilt Emperor Immortal Palace, no longer paying attention to Meng Fan's words.

Meng Fan had too many doubts in his heart, and his brows became tighter and tighter.

After a while, one after another temples stood in front of the two of them, and the drunken man looked intoxicated, and finally took his hand away from Meng Fan's shoulder, but he stretched out his hand in front of Meng Fan again, and said, "Bring me a pot of wine." ”

"I have a lot of wine here, red, white and yellow, what do you drink?" Meng Fan didn't have a good temper, "It's not free!"

"The wine in Qingqiu City is good, strong enough. The drunken man said.

Meng Fan took out a pot of osmanthus brew from Qingqiu City from the Qiankun space and put it in the hands of the drunken man.

The drunk man opened the flask, raised his head, and poured wine into his mouth with a grunt, looking particularly relieved!

This time it was Meng Fan's turn to stretch out his hand in front of the drunk man, needless to say, he also asked for money, whether it was a Xuan ticket, a soul banknote, or a ...... Paper money!

All of them!

He did not think that a drunken man was a living person, even though he looked like a living person.

The drunk man was too lazy to wipe the remaining wine from the corner of his mouth, but he was stunned when he looked at Meng Fan's outstretched hand.

At this time, a series of figures, both men and women, emerged around the rebuilt temple, talking and laughing around, the male was plump and clear, the female was graceful and beautiful, and their posture revealed a strong sense of dust, which was not comparable to today's monks, and a figure suddenly turned his head and looked at Meng Fan.

It was at this moment that the drunken man suddenly grabbed Meng Fan's outstretched hand and threw it towards those figures: "Go, be my family!"

Meng Fan's figure floated, his eyes were dark, and he didn't know anything.

The crumbling purple star in the sky also fell suddenly......

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