The selection ended, and Meng Ran was crowned with the title of first and entered the Xuanqing Sect.

Although the Xuanqing Sect is only a low-level sect, its background is still not bad, and its predecessor is a high-level sect.

Entering the mountain gate, Meng Ran was brought into the location of the medicine pavilion in the small courtyard by a young man in white, the medicine garden, the medicine pavilion in the small courtyard was clearly said to be the miscellaneous servants who took care of those herbs.

Meng Ran was very unhappy, at first he thought that he could become a little medicine boy if he went to the Medicine Pavilion, and maybe he could learn some alchemy.

Outside the dilapidated courtyard hangs a very tattered plaque, covered with a layer of ash, and many cobwebs on top of it, deeply rooted.

The front of the medicine garden was empty, and the fallen leaves were everywhere, as if no one had been here for a long time.

Meng Ran was very puzzled, how could this huge medicine garden become like this, and said to the white-clothed young man behind him: "Senior Brother Zhang, why is this medicine garden so deserted, the disciples here!"

Zhang Ming was silent for a long time, and then said lightly: "Congratulations to Senior Brother Meng, Senior Brother Tan, you two are the third disciple of our Medicine Pavilion Academy. And I'm your big brother!"

, Meng Ran was speechless, no wonder this dead old man insisted on pulling him into the medicine pavilion, it turned out that this medicine pavilion also had a different feng shui.

"Why, this medicine pavilion is in charge of the supply of pills up and down the sect, as well as the ownership of the medicine garden, why is it so desolate. Meng Ran continued to ask. The cool breeze hit, and Meng Ran always felt a trace of coolness behind him.

"That's right, Senior Brother Zhang, why is this happening!" Tan Shuai always put on a sincere smile, not at all moved, he didn't realize the seriousness of the matter.

Zhang Ming pushed open the rotten door, turned around and said, "Don't think about it, it's all the disciples of the courtyard, let's stay here quietly!"

"Come in, I'll take you to where you live, and tomorrow I'll find something to do for you." ”

This Zhang Ming seemed to have something unspeakable, and the two of them didn't want to ask anything, so they had to nod and follow.

Stepping into the small courtyard, I saw that the small courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and there were insects chirping from time to time, and the dilapidated bluestone slabs were covered with fallen leaves and dust, like some abandoned old houses in the mountains.

It's lonely, and it's cool.

Coming to a corner room in the courtyard, Zhang Ming took out a rusty key and went to open the moldy lock, and with a click, the key was broken like a wooden stick.

Cut, Zhang Ming angrily threw the key and kicked the door, the moldy lock was also fragile and broken, not only that, but the door on the left was also directly cracked.

In this situation, Meng Ran stayed in place, silent, and was stimulated by the scene in front of him.

Is this still a place where people live, I always feel that if I am not careful, the whole house will collapse.

The short winter melon didn't think so, and kept giggling like a silly guy there.

Meng Ran covered his eyes, he couldn't stand it anymore.

"Senior Brother Meng, this will be yours in the future!" Zhang Ming was accustomed to these things, and there was no turmoil in his heart. Then he turned around and walked out with the winter melon, leaving Meng Ran alone in a daze.

"Senior Brother Zhang, can you solve a difficult problem for your younger brother?"

Meng Ran seemed to have thought of something and stopped Zhang Ming.

"Well, you say!"

"Can you tell me why no one came to the Medicine Pavilion?" Meng Ran held back this question for a long time, whether he wanted to ask Senior Brother Zhang or not.

Zhang Ming was silent for a long time, and then sighed and said, "That's it, it's okay to tell you, this is not a secret in Xuanqing." For three years, the pharmacy has been haunted at 10 midnight, either with the sound of roosters, or the sound of a complaining flute, or the sound of a woman crying. ”

"At first, the disciples didn't think so, until one day someone saw a female ghost in white, playing the whistle, so ......" Zhang Ming said halfway through his sermon and did not continue.

Meng Ran was a little anxious and said, "So the building is empty, and no one dares to come to the Medicine Pavilion?"

Zhang Ming nodded, clenched his fists, and felt very uncomfortable.

Seeing this, Meng Ran continued to ask, "Then Senior Brother Zhang, ...... you?"

"Hmph, I was also deceived by Zhang Xiao's bad old man last year, he is my uncle, he said that I will give me a lot of benefits if I enter his medicine pavilion, at that time I was also a brain fever, listened to his nonsense, and then that's it. As soon as he mentioned Zhang Ming, he became angry, clenched his fist and knocked on the small door, and then the only door in Meng Ran's house was also broken.

It seems that Meng Ran's sleeping door will be open in the future, Meng Ran's eyelids jumped, and another door was gone.

"Are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid, our cultivators are just against the sky, where did they come from. Zhang Ming's eyes were firm, and he believed his words very much.

Meng Ran nodded yes, and then waved his hand to signal Zhang Ming to take the winter melon to his room.

After the two left, Meng Ran came to the dilapidated table, there was only one bench in front of the table, or a bench with a broken foot, sitting on it, crumbling.

The environment here is really amazing, and Meng Ran is speechless. But fortunately, he didn't care much about these things, he took out a stack of spirit stones the size of a goose egg from his pocket, counted carefully, there were a total of ten high-grade spirit stones and fifty low-grade spirit stones. Then he was satisfied and put the spirit stone back into the storage bag.

This old man Zhang Xiao did not break his promise, he gave him six high-grade spirit stones, and the remaining four high-grade spirit stones, as well as bits and pieces of low-grade spirit stones, were all brought out of the cave by him.

Now he is a little local tyrant, as a disciple of the small courtyard who has just been promoted, with ten high-grade spirit stones and fifty low-grade spirit stones on his body, he dare not say that the disciple of the courtyard, but in the small courtyard, he is definitely the richest man.

Putting away the spirit stone, he took out a crystal clear intermediate spirit pill, observed it in his eyes for a long time, and then nodded with satisfaction, and put it in the storage bag, he originally wanted to refine one to try, but after thinking about it carefully, he planned to save this spirit pill for his own breakthrough, not long after he entered the eightfold, the spirit pill still has little effect.

Then he sat cross-legged on the bed, gathered his qi and concentrated, and cultivated the second stage of cold condensation, the cold ice palm, which turned the cold qi that led the first stage into the body into cold ice.

Unconsciously, a few hours have passed since the cultivation, which is normal for cultivators, and it is not surprising that some cultivators have been in retreat for ten and a half months.

At this time, the full moon was already hanging high, and the soft moonlight was sprinkled on the bed through the dilapidated windowsill, through which you could also see the night sky full of stars.

In the silent night, a pleasant flute sounded, reaching the ears of Meng Ran, who was cultivating.

The sound of the flute is pleasant to the ear, but the sound of the flute does take away the endless lovesickness, and if you listen carefully, you can also feel the desolation of the shadow, as if you are missing your hometown, and you seem to be missing your lover.

Meng Ran was awakened by the sound of the flute, frowned, slowly opened his eyes, and looked out of the moonlit window, the corners of his mouth raised, revealing an intriguing smile.

This is the sound of the whistle that Zhang Ming said.

Meng Ran got out of bed, walked straight to the location of the flute, stepped out of his room without a gate, and stood in the center of the courtyard, but found that the flute came from outside the courtyard, so he strode towards the outside of the courtyard.

Pushing open the door, he looked into the distance, and a familiar figure appeared in front of him under a plane tree.

"Isn't this Senior Brother Zhang, why is he here!" Meng Ran said secretly. At this time, Senior Brother Zhang was hiding under the plane tree, looking at the front sneakily, and he was very fascinated.

Meng Ran didn't go up to say hello, but found a stone that Senior Brother Zhang couldn't see and hid behind Zhang Ming to watch Zhang Ming, wanting to know what kind of reputation he was doing.

I saw a small peak not far away, a woman in white stood on it, holding a white jade flute, the woman's body was slender, the cool night breeze blew on her waist-high green silk and her white silk like snow, slowly fluttering, like a fairy who is not stained by the world, covering the flute and blowing the flute.

Although it was only a back, it made Meng Ran feel like a ripple in his heart.

This Zhang Ming was lying behind the sycamore, looking at the woman's figure infatuatedly, if he was about to leave, he was very fascinated.

This Zhang Ming is also a bitter master! Meng Ran sighed with emotion.

But don't talk about Zhang Ming, even Meng Ran had an urge to rush up and hug her just now, the woman's flute sound made people sound as if they were resentful and coquettish against him, and it looked pitiful and pitiful.

The woman looked up at the full moon hanging high in the sky, and sighed and sang: "I don't know what happened to the second son, I love the former and the back." ”

The singing voice is like an empty valley orchid, the aftermath is lingering, and the three days are still unfinished, with endless loneliness and longing. It seems to be waiting for him from afar, and it seems that he is regretting the past, which is unknown.

When Meng Ran heard the singing, the pain in his heart was like ten thousand ants devouring his heart, as if he was being grabbed by a vast and powerful hand, and he couldn't breathe.

Soon after the song fell, the woman's fairy-like shadow drifted away, leaving only a crystal teardrop shining in the moonlight.

"Why am I crying, I'm an eight-foot man, how can I cry for a strange woman!" Meng Ran kept spurring himself, but the tears were indeed getting more and more fierce, and what he wanted to do most now was to look up to the sky and let out his feelings.

"I can't cry, my tears can only be left for Yue'er!" Meng Ran ignored Zhang Ming and turned around and walked back to his room quickly. He got into the old quilt and cried bitterly.

He cried for some reason, he just couldn't help but want to cry, but he still wanted to cry for some reason, and the more he tried to endure himself not to cry, the more fierce he cried.

I don't know if I've been crying for a long time, even Meng Ran himself doesn't know, it may be one hour, or it may be two hours......

Eventually, like a child, he cried quieter and quieter, and finally became unconscious, and gradually closed his eyes.

And Zhang Ming was indeed still in place, his eyes looked straight at the hill where the woman had drifted away, stunned, sometimes smirking, sometimes crying and mourning, and after a long time, he fell to the ground and fell asleep.