"It's really inconvenient to have no mask......"

Meng Fan walked into the room and touched his face.

The ghost mask lent Fu Lu'er to let him go to the disaster of Fu Ji Qian Zhuang, it was a big plan, and his face was not a raw face for the Nan Wu faction, the night he saved Zhou Yutong, many high-level officials of the Nan Wu faction had seen it, and Elder Zhang and Elder Zong were even more impressed by him, and it was necessary to change his appearance.

"It's easy to do. ”

Meng Fan stretched out his hand and scratched his face, and a long blood mark ran straight through his left eye and extended to the corner of his mouth, as if he had been cut by a knife, a little hideous and terrifying.

Meng Fan condensed a faint wisp of green qi on his fingertips and gently swept it over the wound.

The wound healed slowly, but it was not completely healed, forming a bright red scar.

Meng Fan corroded it with death qi again, and the scar turned into an old scar with a dull color in a blink of an eye, and it was impossible to tell that it was newly made at all.

Immediately, Meng Fan changed into a linen clothes, messed up his hair, and bent his back slightly, how frustrated he looked, and even restrained all the aura that could make people identify his identity, including the aura of the ghost and the aura of the four spirits.

Then he walked out of the house.

The female ghost was feeding the white fox with food outside, and when she saw Meng Fan coming out, she was startled, thinking that someone else had broken into the house, and the white fox also looked at Meng Fan intently, with a vigilant face.

Meng Fan was very satisfied with the female ghost and the white fox's reaction.

deceived their eyes, and it was difficult for outsiders to recognize him.

"The two of you live here in peace, notify He Gou if there is anything, and all safety is the most important thing. ”

After instructing the female ghost, Meng Fan left with the female ghost and the white fox.

Although the female ghost had been in contact with Meng Fan for a while, she still didn't know the purpose of Meng Fan's visit to the Nanwu faction, and thought that Meng Fan really went to "hook up" with Zhou Yutong.

Leaning against the door, looking at Meng Fan's down-and-out figure, the female ghost said to herself in her heart: "If that Miss Zhou knew that the adults were so attentive to her, I am afraid that she would definitely be moved!"

The town has become lively, and there are people coming and going on the street, and a considerable number of people are running to the ancestral ancestral hall in the west of the city, wanting to see the excitement of the recruitment of disciples of Golden Lotus Peak.

Meng Fan took a deep breath of slightly stuffy air, and walked indifferently in the crowd, he lurked into the Nanwu faction, the purpose was extremely clear, one was to rescue Zhou Yutong, and the other was to loot the secret realm of the fairy grass, which was simple to say, but it was dangerous, one would put his life into it if he was not careful, and the time was also very urgent, Zhou Yutong's life was in danger at any time.

And the spirit grass in the Immortal Grass Secret Realm will not always be waiting for him there.

Meng Fan couldn't help but speed up his pace.

At this time, a rush of footsteps came from behind him, and it hit him on the shoulder with a thud, in fact, he instinctively dodged easily, but he deliberately did not dodge, at this time he was a frustrated monk, it was appropriate to react slower, and the person who hit him was not an ordinary person, with the cultivation of the middle stage of the earth.

After being hit, Meng Fan pretended to be displeased and rubbed his shoulders.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. The person who hit him stopped and hurriedly apologized, "I'm in a bit of a hurry, are you okay with this friend?"

"It doesn't matter. Meng Fan glanced up at the man.

Know.

The man was in his twenties, carrying a long sword on his back, his skin was not bad, his eyebrows were clear, but his whole body exuded a strong smell of pig dung, stinking and dry, and there were a few crop stalks stuck to his hair, and he also looked very down.

Meng Fan couldn't help but smile.

This person was the one who broke into the courtyard when he was collecting paper money at the female ghost's house that night, and kept saying that he was an evil demon and wanted to arrest him, but he knocked him unconscious, and later let the female ghost throw him into the pig's nest.

The young man with clear eyebrows obviously didn't recognize Meng Fanlai, and when he saw the long scar on Meng Fan's face, he was stunned for a moment, under normal circumstances, such a character is not easy to provoke, but seeing that Meng Fan was very talkative, he said, "My friend also went to participate in the recruitment?"

After hitting it just now, he felt some backlash and determined that Meng Fan was a monk, and his cultivation was still on par with him, but he didn't know that Meng Fan's cultivation was not on par with him at all, but one in the sky and one underground.

"Yes. Meng Fan nodded, "The recruitment hasn't started yet, has it?"

"I don't know!" the young man scratched his head, and a stalk fell from his hair, "under the ...... Belch...... As soon as I woke up, I was worried that I would be late, so I walked faster, and I was not strange. ”

After that, it seemed that there was still some reluctance in his heart, and the young man said, "That...... Since we're all participating in the recruitment, let's go together?"

"Good. Meng Fan nodded.

"In the lower Song Dynasty, dare to ask the name of the friend?" the young man chatted with Meng Fan as he walked.

"Mong. Meng Fan reported his pseudonym.

Entering the south, looking for people, looking for things.

"Meng Daoyou, can you wait for a moment? When he walked past a clothing store, a young man named Song Zheliu stopped, "I'll buy a dress to change into, this dress is a little ...... Sweaty smell. ”

"Good. Meng Fan is still very talkative.

It didn't take long for an argument to erupt in the store.

"What kind of clothes do you kid buy if you don't have money, are you looking for trouble?" a woman said in a high voice.

"I ...... I was originally rich, or a Xuanzi, why is it gone, ah, it must have been lost, sorry, sorry, I took off my clothes, I just took off my clothes, I didn't buy it, I didn't buy it. Song Zheliu's voice was embarrassed.

"Don't buy it?" said the woman, "your whole body stinks, and the clothes you tried also stink, so how can I sell them!"

"I really don't have the money to buy it!"

"Don't you still have a sword?

"No, no, no, the sword is my life, and it can't resist ......"

"Then don't go!"

In the store, Song Zheliu was wearing a brand-new shirt, and was scolded by a middle-aged woman, and the woman suddenly reached out to grab his sword, he hurriedly hid aside, but he was suddenly held by another person on the shoulder, and at a glance, it was Meng Fan.

"How much is this dress?" Meng Fan asked Song Zheliudao.

"Fifty. Song Zheliu said with a red face.

"Take it. Meng Fan handed a hundred-denomination Xuan ticket to the woman.

"Buy two?" said the woman.

"Change. Meng Fan said.

"Hmph!" The woman saw that Meng Fan had a scar on his face, and his dress was also very shabby, Xu was suspicious of the authenticity of the Xuan Ticket, and took the Xuan Ticket for identification, before putting away the Xuan Ticket, and gave Meng Fan change, and when Meng Fan led Song Zheliu away, he also looked at the backs of the two of them, and sneered, "A bunch of broken households!"

But she didn't know that if Meng Fan's Xuan Ticket was taken out, it would be comparable to a large sect, and she would be so scared that she couldn't take care of herself!

When he got outside, Song Zheliu looked at Meng Fan's eyes differently, and the terrifying scar became cute, and he was very embarrassed to say: "Meng Daoyou, let you laugh!

Meng Fan touched his chin.

The reason why Song Zheliu didn't have a Xuan ticket was because he habitually stole it......

(End of chapter)