In a room in Lucheng, Fuyang County, there was a cry like killing a pig. A teenager sitting inside a large wooden barrel. I saw that the wooden barrel was stuffed with medicinal herbs, and those who knew the inside story understood that Chang An was taking a medicinal bath, and he didn't know that he thought he was boiling a living person.

Chang An opened his mouth wide at this moment to reveal a pair of small tiger teeth, and his face was ugly, as if he had been greatly tortured.

Meng Yuan was writing something, and was very upset by Chang An's shout, and scolded: "For the teacher, use so many precious heavenly and earth treasures to refine your body for you, that is the blessing that you have cultivated in several lifetimes." If you keep screaming, believe it or not, I'll add a few more herbs?"

When Chang An heard this, he bit the bath towel and made a whining sound. Di Yu felt sorry for this only disciple and said, "Could it be that you put the medicine too hard?"

"Only by suffering hardship can you become a master, and besides, I am only several times more. Meng Yuan responded.

"How many times is it?" Di Yu said in confusion as he looked at the bucket full of medicinal herbs.

Meng Yuan thought for a moment and said, "Ten times, right? It should be about the same. ”

Di Yu glanced at Chang An sympathetically, closed his eyes, and stopped talking. The red panda is lying on the bed, like an old man, a mouthful of demon pills accompanied by a heavenly treasure, and he eats a lot. As for Zhu Xiaomei, she was very pitiful, curled up in the corner and shivering.

When Meng Yuan saw this, she thought that she was afraid of life, so she didn't pay much attention to it. As for returning Zhu Xiaomei to the monk, it was impossible. Anyway, the other party didn't come to him, so he should forget about it.

Chang An was biting the bath towel, and his screams were finally a little quieter. Meng Yuan was lying on the table, holding a chicken feather that he had just plucked from the tail of the big, dipping ink in the paper and calculating his harvest. As for why he didn't use a brush, there was only one reason, he couldn't write with a brush.

Before he could write a few words, he complained: "Those foreign devils are really stupid in their way of writing with chicken feathers." Lao Tzu has to dip a word in ink twice before he finishes writing, which is far worse than a brush. ”

After thinking about it for a while, I suddenly had an idea, the aura turned into ice, and then poured ink into it to make an "icicle pen", but unfortunately the ink fell too fast and could not be used. After thinking about it again, I stuffed the cotton into the icicles to control the flow of ink, and drew casually on the paper, and it felt okay. He took out the bronze mirror and took a photo, and said to himself, "You're a fucking genius." "Looking at the gadget in my hand, I felt that it was time to benefit the spiritual humans.

Di Yu dissuaded: "You can use this thing yourself, and others will not freeze their hands when they hold icicles?"

Meng Yuan retorted: "You can use bamboo! Just hollow out the bamboo and stuff it into cotton?"

Di Yu thought about it and thought it was feasible. But Meng Yuan hesitated and said: "If this thing of mine is passed on, won't it make the brush useless? If no one uses the brush, won't the calligraphy be lost? No, I can only use it myself." ”

Don't think about these things anymore at the moment, and carefully count your property. After about a stick of incense, he suddenly heard a commotion outside and scolded: "Can't you just be quiet about what Lao Tzu has just calculated?"

When I went out to take a look, I found that Rong Jingwan was holding the little tiger and arguing with Rong Haoran. I only heard Rong Haoran say: "You can't go to the Golden Silkworm Pavilion with me, I must concentrate on cultivation this time, and I don't have the energy to take care of you at all." Besides, with my current situation, you don't know how many rolls you're going to suffer. ”

Rong Jingwan cried and said, "I don't care, I'm going to follow you." I don't want to go back to Lancheng. ”

Meng Yuan finally understood something, and admonished: "You better go back! This sect is no smaller than a small force, and if you don't pay attention to it, you will die without a place to be buried." ”

Rong Jingwan looked at Meng Yuan, and suddenly turned into a smile and said, "Then I'll go to the Xuanwu Hall with you." ”

When Meng Yuan heard this, he smacked his mouth and said, "I've already brought a lot of people, I'm afraid it's not appropriate for you to follow again, right?"

Rong Jingwan squatted on the ground, hugged her knees and cried: "You all dislike me, I don't live anymore." ”

Yang Yuning also came over when she heard the voice, looked at Rong Jingwan crying, and accused Meng Yuan: "You are a bad person, you know how to bully girls." ”

Meng Yuan pointed at himself, trembled for a long time, and said, "Which eye did you see me bullying her?"

Yang Yuning pulled her eyelids with both hands, indicating that she had seen both eyes. Rong Jingwan looked at Yang Yuning and said coquettishly: "It's he who bullied me and didn't take me to the Xuanwu Palace." ”

Yang Yuning nodded, looked at Meng Yuan with a bad look, and said, "If you don't take Sister Wan'er, I won't go with you, I want to go back to Meizhou." ”

Meng Yuan said angrily: "Then you go now." ”

only heard the sound of "wow", Yang Yuning lay on the ground and rolled around, crying. scolded in his mouth: "Black bad guy..."

Meng Yuan had no choice but to agree, and after sending the two little ancestors away, he said distressedly: "What did I do in my last life!"

Rong Haoran patted him on the shoulder and sympathized, "It's pretty cute, isn't it!" he said, took out a Tianshan Snow Lotus and said, "This is given to you by Senior Sister Hua Wuying." ”

Meng Yuan took the Tianshan Snow Lotus, handed Rong Haoran a wooden box and said, "You keep half of the pill here, and the remaining half will be returned as a gift." ”

Rong Haoran took the wooden box and understood Meng Yuan's thoughts. He is also spending no shadow to make himself feel better in the Golden Silkworm Pavilion. Of course, it was precisely because of this heavy gift that Hua Wuying took good care of Rong Haoran and saved him a lot of trouble.

Since the end of the Jiangzhou election, Meng Yuan began to collect Tianshan Snow Lotus. The first place is five thousand years, the second is three thousand years, the third is two thousand, and the fourth to tenth places are all a thousand years.

Rong Haoran was naturally captured by him a long time ago. Huayuan's was exchanged by him for a forbidden spirit. The fifth Ming was exchanged for Zhu Yan Dan, and he had no choice but to owe it first. Xue Wuxian heard that he collected Tianshan Snow Lotus, and directly gave it to him as a meeting gift, on the condition that he must call Senior Sister when they meet in the future. Meng Yuan didn't care, just call it, and entrusted her to exchange Xu Tong's.

Although the cultivation attributes of Tianzhao Tower and Xuanwu Hall are compatible, the relationship is not bad. Xu Tong did not embarrass him, exchanging a promise, a promise of pills. As for what kind of elixir Xu Tong did not say, it was obvious that it was nothing more than letting Meng Yuan admit his feelings.

The top ten Tianshan Snow Lotus in the Jiangzhou election, except for Shen Qingluan and Han Yiling, the rest belong to Meng Yuan. Interestingly, at the disciple meeting held by Dong Yuqing, Han Yiling came to Meng Yuan, left the Tianshan Snow Lotus and left.

After Shen Qingluan heard the news, she had been waiting for Meng Yuan to find her, but unfortunately she didn't see Meng Yuan's voice and shadow until Canghai Sect left. Secretly hurt himself, and finally found Meng Yuan in person, and apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect things to develop like that." ”

Meng Yuan wanted to say that it was fake not to be angry, he gave her so many natural treasures and made her the first, but she embarrassed herself. If it weren't for Fang Lei's halfway kill, he really didn't know what to do, and it also made him feel a deep sense of powerlessness. But he still ignored one point, why Shen Qingluan did that.

Shen Qingluan saw that Meng Yuan ignored her, clenched his fists, and felt uncomfortable in his heart. Putting down the Tianshan Snow Lotus and the deep-sea corals she had collected from Guancanghai, she finally won from Guancanghai, and left Xiao Ran.

Meng Yuan looked at Shen Qingluan's lonely figure and sighed: "I will give it to you after I refine the Thunder Tribulation Pill, but you also know its importance, whether you want to decide for yourself." ”

Shen Qingluan paused and responded: "I want what you give me." ”

"Come and get it when you're going to cross the calamity!"

"Will you come to Canghai Sect to see me?"

"Probably not. ”

"I don't care if you have other women. Shen Qingluan seemed to have made a lot of determination.

When Meng Yuan heard this, he still didn't understand, and explained: "You misunderstood! I will be practicing in the Xuanwu Hall for the next ten years, and we will meet again when we ask." ”

Shen Qingluan listened to this goodbye, just like the young man who stubbornly lifted her skirt when she was tracing the bow of the sea before, suddenly said something inexplicable.

"I also have tattoos on my body. After saying that, he drifted away.

Meng Yuan's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he asked, "Where is it?"

Shen Qingluan turned his head and smiled playfully, "You guess?"

Meng Yuan thought for a moment and responded, "On the ass?"

Shen Qingluan had already left, and when he heard this, he turned around and shot an arrow at Meng Yuan, and said angrily: "Get out!"

Meng Yuan looked at the arrow feathers that were half an inch away from his descendants' bags, and said with a smile: "It seems that I guessed correctly." ”