Qianlong set the clan knighthood at twelve levels:

That is, Prince Heshuo, King Doragun, Baylor, Gushan Beizi, Feng'en Zhenguogong, Feng'en Fuguogong, Bu Bafen Zhen Guogong, Bu Bafen Fuguo Gong, Zhenguo General, Fuguo General, Feng'en General.

And then...... Titles are getting cheaper.

Bei, who was already a big man when he founded the country, is now, not to mention that he is almost rotten, it is enough to be flooded, and it is even less valuable than those kings in the later period of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.

No, looking at this row of travel, it must be one of the more powerful veins in the former Qing sect-

There are nearly thirty soldiers of all kinds, four high, eight miscellaneous servants, plus a eunuch who is ready to listen to the call.

The little days are good.

Meng Fan thought secretly in his heart.

Almost at the same time, Wu Shilang trotted over, raised the orchid and pointed: "Small, my little prince said that he would have to rely on each in the future, a little bit, not a respect." ”

So saying, he handed the basket over.

In this period, this guy took the opportunity to rub oil again.

Thanks to Meng Fan's eyes that were more intimidating, Wu Shilang touched his hand, then he was stupid, shook off the silk, and left with a snort.

"Little prince, don't look at your age, you can be called outstanding in dealing with people." Chizuru lifted the cloth and explained, "The pastry chef's skills are also good. ”

Along the way, Wu Shilang was always unreasonable, and he wanted to make things uncontrollable, and the little prince sitting in the step would stop it.

Because of this, Chizuru had a very good impression of him.

And Meng Fanwen, after thinking about the other party's brilliance in the original play, seemed to remember only one:

Emperor, I'm sorry.

As soon as the little guy said this, he immediately pulled out the dagger with the handle studded with gems, and shot it out at the zombie's vital point.

It's nothing, but it's commendable.

At least the vast majority of people of the same age can't do this kind of process at all, and wetting pants is a routine operation.

In this way, there is really a talent in the big dung pit of Qianqing.

"Senior brother."

Four voices rang out at the same time.

If it is said that in the period after the first convergence, Meng Fan was almost reduced to Xiaotou, then the southeast and northwest are the absolute background, and he didn't say a word.

First, there is no chance.

It's not eligible.

is different from Meng Fan, who belongs to the halfway out, Bi, Qianhe Dao people kill demons and evil spirits alone, escort zombies, and inevitably feel that they have no strength, and they need more people to help them do things.

So, I accepted four young people with good hearts and strong skills, tested people little by little, slowly sharpened their nature, and finally became Maoshan people.

In other words.

They are not Maoshan brothers, they are still a few years away from being officially admitted to the door, and if they commit a big crime halfway, they can only be driven away.

"Hello four junior brothers."

Meng Fan thought slightly, and took out some small objects from his arms, some of which were casually made talismans, and some were talismans that depicted intermediate spells.

See, the four of them accepted it happily.

Don't blame him for shuang, the best materials are like that, if it is one person, then what will he use to refine the treasure on Lei Zu's birthday? On the contrary, I am already very happy and satisfied to receive these eastern, southeastern, and northwestern regions. ….

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First, Chizuru, who was eating pastries with cold boiling water, became more and more satisfied.

The four eyes are even more envious.

"Senior brother is really good, and his ability is amazing."

Knorr's tone is respectful.

"Learn more, if you can have three out of ten Xiaofan, I will wake up laughing in my dreams."

Senior Brother Lin's apprentices and his own apprentices were all folded by Meng Fan, and the four eyes felt that there was no suspense about the next head of Maoshan.

Or, to kill Shi Jianyi, the senior brother who reached the call did not accept the head of the house, and asked to wait until the Maoshan ceremony, which is to pave the way for Xiaofan?

It should be.

When the ceremony is held, in addition to sincerely worshipping the gods of all walks of life, kowtowing to the ancestors of the past dynasties, and offering incense, it is the practice of the disciples of each lineage.

In addition, this sudden change should have been low-key for a while, but Senior Brother went against the grain and invited fellow practitioners from other Dharma lineages to come and watch the ceremony.

I'm afraid that it is not only to let outsiders see clearly that the reality of the previous generation in Maoshan is nothing, and it is nothing to die of a stone, but also wants to push Xiaofan forward and accumulate enough prestige.

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Chapter Ninety-Seven: The Thunder That Can't Be Escaped

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that I forgot to eat something for a while, and just held it with my hand.

"Senior brother? Not to your liking? ”

Chizuru interrupted his thoughts.

"Ah...... Delicious, delicious. Simu pointed and said: "Senior brother, you are silent, you have accepted a good apprentice, not only I envy it, Senior Brother Lin envy it, but the guys who stayed in Maoshan are even more shocked." ”

"The young man can't stand it, I'm afraid he will forget, senior brother, let's stop there."

Chizuru replied.

As for the parties...... Habit, it's already a little numb, and I'm communicating with the four juniors at the moment.

Sincerely, their skills are not good, which caused the master to quickly turn white, but at least they didn't do the bastard thing of getting out of battle and only caring about their own escape-

Seeing the fierce and powerful royal stiffness, he was willing to obey An, and took the initiative to go up to meet the enemy with a rope tied to the corpse.

Thinking of it, Meng Fan recognized them even more in his heart, and now that he had him, plus the four-eyed master, there would definitely be no big mess.

"Have you rested?"

may have noticed that Wu Shilang was not very pleasing to him, and the little prince sent a soldier to summon him this time.

When, it's the usual kind.

What are the four highs, arrogant, even if the zombie comes out, he doesn't take care of one, until the other party endangers his master's safety, then he quickly plays a set of dazzling matches and receives his own box lunch.

"Okay, let's get on the road."

Compared with ordinary soldiers and miscellaneous, the weakest southeast and west here are stronger than one, and they can endure the long journey under the scorching sun.

Setting off, Meng Fan looked at the sky and said in his heart:

It's almost evening.

It's naturally boring to be in a hurry, but after this period of chatting and making friends, I am familiar with each other, and I don't feel bored all the way.

It is worth mentioning that this team can be described as divided, with one Taoist disciple and one soldier and miscellaneous soldier, and there is no communication at all.

After a few hours, it was completely dark.

Since they had to take care of this group of ordinary people, it was naturally difficult to continue to catch up, and everyone began to set up camp.

"Teacher, I'll keep vigil."

Meng Fan took the initiative to take over the work.

Isn't it just for this day?

Looking at the disciples dressed in a full set of lions, like heavenly generals, Chizuru had some doubts in his heart:

"Did you find anything?"

"No, it's just that I always have a sense of foreboding in my heart."

Just like Shimuna, hearing that the apprentice had a whim, prompting that there was danger, Chizuru also became cautious.

Almost at the same time.

Lightning.

Even though the umbrella was not removed, the ink fountain net on the coffin was not affected, but a thunderbolt was impartial, shattered and covered, and was split on the coffin.

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Chapter Ninety-Seven: The Thunder That Can't Be Escaped