Fog?

Meng Fan noticed the abnormality at the first time.

This is not the case!

Although he was still puzzled by the principle of the fog and the intentions of the owner of the strange voice, he was not the ordinary person who could not resist in the face of the unknown back then.

The canopy ruler that was casually placed on the wooden table was grabbed by a hand, and the human plate and the territory were all opened, and the qi of the gossip and the five elements circulated in it.

Moreover, in just a moment, he took the new yellow talisman just now, and he was about to continue to draw the Liujia evil talisman, changed his pen and directly wrote down the talisman.

God Name: The Great Emperor of the Three Realms of Demon Suppression, the Divine Might, the Heavenly Venerable, the Guan Shengdi Emperor.

To be honest, Meng Fan was not worried that the fog would be unfavorable to him.

First of all, the portrait of the ancestor enshrined in the main hall downstairs, as well as the true spirit of Dantian Fu Demon Bu Shuai, have not moved.

Secondly, if the Lord of the Mist had any murderous intentions, why didn't he use it in the first place.

At that time, he was a mortal.

At present, he worships into the Shangqing Sect, with his back to the master, and says that he is a member of the Shangqing Sect, with Yuqing Yuan Shi Tianzun and Taishang Dao as the highest gods, and the direct ancestor is Tao Tianshi.

If there is anything strange in it, presumably the elders of the sect will not sit idly by.

To be honest, Meng Fan was very grateful to the mist in his heart, allowing him to break away from the ordinary and enter the Dao and embark on the path of cultivation.

In a flash of thought, he lowered his guard a little and asked in a declarative tone:

"You should be able to communicate."

One hand canopy ruler, the other hand please rune.

There are people and places around to support you.

Maybe it was this gesture that shook the fog, maybe she had other ideas, and the first voice that was indistinguishable between men and women sounded:

"Three questions."

"I can answer you three questions."

There was a sense of helplessness and compromise in his words.

"What the hell are you for?"

"Cultivate a detached person, rest assured, I have no malicious intent, the Dantian Fu Demon Academy and Tao Tianshi are all staring at this place and are paying attention to it."

An answer came from the mist.

Hearing this, Meng Fan sighed in his heart:

The first thing to mix out is to rely on the background.

Even if his own cultivation is low, as long as he kowtows to the ancestor and officially enters the Taoist gate, the ancestor will not ignore himself.

"Where are you going this time, and can you come back?"

There are clearly two problems.

However, the fog was silent for a moment, and still gave a reply: "In the year 1913 of the Western calendar, the second year of the Republic of China, a different time and space. ”

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"After completing the mission, you can return to this ghostly world at any time."

The sound stopped abruptly.

Obviously, the answer to this question can only be said here, as for the so-called task, Meng Fan estimated that it was to kill some evil demons.

And this time period is probably the world of Uncle Nine.

"Let's ask the third question later, save it first."

"......" fog.

After all, Meng Fan is an orphan, and he doesn't have much desire to return to the original world, but here, there are houses and cars, a fiancée, a master, a junior brother, Uncle Feng, and some colleagues who were born and died.

And at the moment, there really aren't too many important questions to say, safety and the way home, both can be guaranteed, it is better to leave a chance, wait for something important to encounter in the future, and then ask again.

From beginning to end, Meng Fan didn't worry about life and death, after all, he was confident in his own strength.

"Since it is the world of the Republic of China, gold is an indispensable hard currency, and there are just twenty in the safe in the next room, take one ......"

The voice did not fall.

Meng Fan was completely swallowed by the mist, and his figure completely disappeared into the study, along with the canopy ruler, the peach wood sword placed on the table, the Sanqing Bell, and the talisman that had just been drawn.

Because I was at home on vacation, I just finished lunch.

Moreover, when you reach this realm, you can be sincere, and you don't need to be rigid about wearing a robe, so suddenly, Meng Fan, who arrived in a different time and space, is this shape-

White shirt, trousers, leather shoes.

Carrying a gift box in his hand, it contained the things of the guy who slayed demons and eliminated demons.

The second year of the Republic of China.

The "Preferential Conditions for the Royal Family of Mite Qing" was signed.

Yangcheng.

Although it was the foreigners who opened the gateway to the city with strong ships and cannons, it still brought certain benefits to a certain extent by becoming a treaty port.

At least the streets have become bustling.

Name: Meng Fan.

Identity: A cultural person who returned from abroad, and a disciple of the elder of the Thousand Crane Dao.

After digesting his memories, he felt a little messy.

Can these two identities still get together?

In his early years, he followed his master to learn Maoshan art, and later found that Taoism could only save people's lives, kill demons and eliminate demons, and could not change the numb soul and spirit of the Chinese people, so he said goodbye to his master and went to the European continent to study.

The reason why it is not learning is because he has been worshipping Maoshan since he was a child, without any diploma, he can only travel to study, and the word "brigade" is the majority.

So, with the support of Master Qianhe Daoist, Meng Fan took two gold bars and embarked on an ocean cruise, while experiencing exotic scenery, while absorbing knowledge in the libraries of various universities, and catching some exotic ghosts and monsters for research by the way.

Good fellow, like the gentleman who gave up medicine and followed literature, and has countless trumpets!

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It's just that this identity is abandoned.

"It's good that I'm still going to worship under the master."

"Chizuru Dao Chief, Frontier Imperial Zombie?"

"By the way, I also have a teacher, who is fashionable and wears a pair of glasses, so he is nicknamed Four-eyed Daochang, and lives in the land of Wuxi Miaoman, Xiangxi......"

Looking at the beautiful boy standing alone on the street, muttering to himself, not knowing what to say, the passing vendors and pedestrians, all felt unaware.

After all, Meng Fan looked like a person of insight who had drunk foreign ink.

In particular, the large gold Rolex watch worn on the wrist sparkled in the sun, and the eyes of the pawnshop owner not far away were straight.

Gold, mechanical watches, gadgets, it's worth it!

"I'm afraid it will take a while to rush from Yangcheng to Xiangxi, but I'm not in a hurry."

Meng Fan casually found a wonton stall and sat down, ordered a bowl of wonton noodles, continued to think secretly in his heart, and took out a letter from his trouser pocket.

This was the reason for his return to China.

Master Qianhe Daoist asked someone to contact the eldest apprentice Meng Fan, saying that he had taken a big job and wanted to escort the frontier royal family to the capital, and he was afraid that there would be variables on the road, so he asked him to wait at the master and uncle, and it was expected to arrive in August and September, and the master and apprentice would converge.

It's just the beginning of summer, and there are at least three months to prepare.

"Sir, three cents a bowl."

The wonton noodles are served in front of you.

A seven or eight-year-old girl opened her mouth crisply, for fear that Meng Fan would eat white food.

Not far away, a middle-aged man guarding a pot said with a smile: "This gentleman is not a mortal, at first glance, he is a ...... who has drunk foreign ink."

The words are very simple.

The stall owner was making a joke about his little daughter.

But Meng Fan really didn't have any silver dollars or copper dollars on him, and all the rest of the money was used to buy a ticket back to China, a first-class luxury cabin, and now there are several thick stacks of Hong Kong dollars left in his trouser pocket.

Do people recognize it?

Of course, there is no need to worry.

Since he is a Taoist child who has the money to open his eyes to the world and travel abroad to study, he must have valuable hard currency.

At the beginning, the two big yellow croakers, after three years, were cut to the size of a thumb, and if you find a pawnshop or a bank, you can easily sell it and become rich again.

Thinking of this, Meng Fan thought of the master who was not smiling but took care of him silently along the way.

This pinnacle tournament, you must win!

We must not allow the underworld of "poor and incompetent" to appear!