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It was Ye Lan.

Song Ming was a little surprised, quickly slowed down the plane, opened the door, and invited her in.

Squeezing into the narrow cabin from the empty sky, Ye Lan was still difficult to adapt for a while, her brows frowned slightly, and she twisted her limbs slightly, and after a long time, she got used to it, and said:

"I've been looking for you for a long time."

Song Ming is embarrassed:

"Find me...... Dine? I thought you were joking. ”

"This is a no-fly zone."

"Aren't you here too?"

"I'm here to find you, and I want to have a treat, so naturally I want to have a treat, but I didn't expect you to degenerate to such a point now, as a samurai, you actually fly a plane."

Song Ming was a little surprised when he heard this, and unconsciously slapped him on the console:

"So what? Not only do I have to fly a plane, but I also have to fight ...... No, Edgeworth is dangerous and windy, and you have to stand all the time, and not only is it not forced to sit on the sword, but it is more likely to hurt the egg - then again, science is where the happiness of mankind lies, and cultivation belongs to only a few people after all. ”

Ye Lan's delicate face showed a look of contempt:

"So you're going to give up?"

Song Ming was silent for a long time, and said quietly:

"That's not all, I'm afraid I'm going to have to find another way."

"What's the other way?"

Song Ming's face was straight, and his brows were tightly locked:

"I think about it...... How about picking flowers? ”

"Get out."

"Aren't you going to invite me to dinner, where's the meal?"

"I don't have any money on me."

"You're a big cultivator, are you going to invite me to eat the northwest wind?"

"It's a different way...... I'm already bent on saying that I won't have any more money on me, let's go to Wuhuan Street, where there is a bank. ”

"I smell the smell of rich people."

Songming's nose is dog-like.

The two flew to the east side of Wuhuan Street and parked the plane at the parking ≡≡≡≡ on the outer street. c¢om on the apron.

Ye Lan walked straight to the Wuhuan Street branch of the "Central Bank of Lizhou", after genetic scanning, then entered the password, and took out 10,000 Singapore dollars in the bank account, what is the concept of 10,000 Singapore dollars? The per capita annual income of the dungeon is S$5,000, and this S$10,000 is only a fraction of Ye Lan's account.

With so much gold, combined with her complexion, facial features and figure, Ye Lan can become a veritable white rich beauty, belonging to the type of Songming, who can only kneel and lick and not play with in his life.

But Song Ming also has his own compulsion, because he is not an ordinary **silk, but a fighter in **silk, naturally he will not kneel and lick anyone, and of course he will not have the idea of playing with Ye Lan, after all, he is a fellow disciple and a friend, he is too familiar to start.

Where did Ye Lan know Song Ming's thoughts, and led Song Ming straight into the most luxurious five-star hotel on Wuhuan Street, and chose a set of independent window suites and a table of delicious original food.

She didn't eat much of the food on this table, and almost all of it was swept away by Songming.

Although it is all raw food, the wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and there is no Tao to stay.

Songming was full of wine and food, and asked puzzledly:

"Why are you inviting me to dinner?"

"No why, let's go back."

Song Ming was a little confused, but felt that this girl was a little chilling, and asked symbolically:

"Not wandering the streets?"

Ye Lan frowned slightly, and stood up:

"It's too noisy on the street, let's go back to the academy."

Song Ming then used the only change left in his pocket to fill the plane with solid fuel, and then drove Ye Lan back to the samurai academy.

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Under the gaze of disdain + envy, Song Ming parked the plane in the square behind the mountain gate, people despised the plane, and Song Ming was envious, and it was Ye Lan who caused this envy.

Song Ming ignored it and walked along the stone road around the mountain with Ye Lan.

It was late autumn, but Tianzhu Mountain was still green, and only the fiery red maple branches that occasionally poked their heads out in the bamboo forest exposed the season.

On the other side of the stone road, there is a thin sea of clouds, and a bamboo suspension bridge stretches far into the sea of clouds, adding a bit of mysterious artistic conception.

The stone path is clean and neat, walking on it, the trampling sound is silent, and occasionally daisies emerge from the cracks in the stones.

When Songming was on Earth, because he was always worried that he would die, he had no time to care about the flowers and plants in this world, but now he came to another world, and after experiencing several life and death crises, he unexpectedly became a lover of nature, although it was the nature of a foreign land, but it was a proof of his life.

Like a flower and a grass, although humble, but brilliant life.

It is different from a flower and a grass, not only to live brilliantly, but also to live brilliantly forever.

Songming was immersed in this late autumn clear scene, there was nothing to say all the way, and Ye Lan was not a person who talked much, so the two of them only walked quietly, letting the breeze whistle, letting the autumn bamboo shoots squeak and pull out, and letting the heartbeat melt into this world.

It wasn't until he was about to walk back to the mountain gate that Ye Lan suddenly stopped:

"Why do you want to cultivate?"

Song Ming was a little surprised, he was silent for a long time and didn't know how to answer, he thought about it extremely seriously, and finally could only come to this conclusion:

"I just don't want to die."

"Are you afraid of death?"

"I'm scared."

"Coward."

Song Ming didn't defend the law of cowards, he felt that sometimes he was as bold as a mouse, and sometimes he was so bold that he couldn't even figure out how to defend himself, so he asked instead:

"What about you? Why monasticism? ”

Ye Lan turned around and looked at the ethereal clouds:

"You know what? Thirty years ago, my grandfather married his aunt Ye Qingcheng to Gilface Nanzhao, who is now General Nanzhao......"

Song Ming was surprised, and looked confused:

"Are you the princess of the day?"

Ye Lan's face was calm:

"It's just a false name, although the Ye family is now a royal family, but there is no actual imperial power, the general's mansion controls the dungeon, and the Ye family has become a complete puppet, not only that, but the Ye family has a shame in the samurai world that cannot be erased."

Song Ming soothed the shock in his heart, and suddenly remembered something:

"Is it your aunt stealing the sleeping grass?"

"When Aunt Allure went mad and hurt her two cousins, I wasn't born yet...... Although Nanzhao killed his aunt, how can a man who killed his wife wash away her shame? ”

"That's why you are determined to cultivate, hoping that one day you will survive the tribulation and restore the Ye family's reputation?"

"The Ye family has become a joke in the samurai world in terms of cultivation, I just want to prove that the Ye family can be feathered without relying on the sleeping grass, so as to become a sharp warrior; Another reason was that I didn't want to stay at home anymore, my father married 18 wives and gave birth to 80 children, and I was afraid that I couldn't even remember my name, so I ran away from home after my mother died. ”

"As a sister, you want to leave the family on the one hand, but you think about the honor of the family on the other, you are also very hard...... But you're just going to feather. ”

"I hope you do the same, starting tonight, I'll stay at 41."

"Why are you moving in now?"

"Do you know what double cultivation means?"

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