In the middle of the room is a large bed made of sandalwood, carved with fluttering butterflies and blooming peonies. There is also a rose-red veil hanging on the bed, and when a wisp of wind blows, the veil dances with it, enchanting and magnificent. At the head of the bed, there is a pillow embroidered with lotus flowers embroidered with Suzhou embroidery, and a quilt is pink and fresh, embroidered with gardenias.

Next to the bed, there was a desk that was not too big, with pen, ink, paper, and inkstones gathered on the table, and an unclosed book, Chen Fan took a look at it, and saw that what was written on it were all mortal martial arts moves, so he put it down without interest.

Directly opposite the desk was a row of extremely long bookshelves, full of paper books and bamboo books, some collectible porcelain, and some small boxes that had been locked, and Chen Fan only glanced at them cursoly.

The door creaked and was pushed open.

Chen Fan looked sideways, and the person who came was none other than the Wensong Dao people and the city lord Yao Tian.

"Jinshan Sect disciple Wen Song, meet the seniors!" Wen Song didn't dare to hold it up at the moment, and bowed respectfully.

"Yao Tian, the city lord of Wencheng, meet the immortals!" Yao Tian knelt on the ground with a respectful expression.

"Hmm......" Feng Liumei, who was sleeping sweetly, heard the voice, woke up again, rubbed his eyes, and looked at Chen Fan sleepily.

"Are you awake?" Chen Fan said lightly.

"Hmm...... Uncle Yao, you?" Feng Liumei looked at the two of them blankly, not knowing why the two of them made such a big gift.

"Liu Mei, this is what the people of our entire Wencheng City owe him. Yao Tian opened his mouth softly, with a sense of worship.

Even the people of Fuze Wencheng for so many years have to call Chen Fan a senior, how can Yao Tian not pay attention to it.

"Alright, there are so many worldly rules that break the rules, get up. Chen Fan opened his mouth a little impatiently, glanced at the pine lightly, as if he had the intention of blaming, and then spoke:

"City Lord Yao, you go out first, I have something to say to Daoist Wensong. ”

"This ...... All right. Yao Tian hesitated for a while, nodded in agreement, walked out quickly, and gently closed the door.

"And you, go out together!" Chen Fan looked at Feng Liumei who was standing behind him.

"I don't, I'm going to stay with you. Feng Liumei grabbed Chen Fan's arm, looking like you can't get rid of me.

Chen Fan slapped his forehead with his left hand, a little speechless.

Then he looked at the Wensong Daoist and asked solemnly: "How can there be so many Black Soul Sect monks in this Wencheng, you have been here for many years, you should be extremely familiar with this place, but what news is there?"

Wen Song frowned, shook his head with a wry smile, and said, "It's strange to say, I've been here for many years, and I haven't found even a single Black Soul Sect cultivator, but recently, many cultivators who are similar to mine have suddenly appeared, and they have injured me." ”

"You can recall when it started and what the visions are. Chen Fan frowned, faintly feeling that this matter was not very simple.

Feng Liumei listened to the conversation between the two with a curious expression, and felt a cloud in the clouds, what Black Soul Sect? What monk?

Wen Song pondered for a while before he raised his head.

"Three months ago, there was a monster beast movement on the periphery of Wencheng, and I asked a few junior disciples to check the cause and eliminate the monster movement, so as to prevent disasters from affecting the people of Wencheng, and those junior brothers never returned, without any news. ”

"Later, after a few days, the monsters disappeared, and I didn't see them come back, so I felt that something was wrong, so I went out to look for them for several days, but I didn't find them. Later, I met several monks from the Black Soul Sect who were fellow cultivators with me, and it was so sudden that I was accidentally injured. ”

"It should have been from that time on, somehow it was spread that at the end of the autumn moon, the immortals fell, the immortal weapons were broken, and the tattooed city was destroyed! These few words, and then people began to disappear, and I went out of the mountain with the remaining junior disciples to look for clues. ”

"After that, I lost contact with those junior disciples, and I didn't think it was easy, so I reported to the Jinshan Sect for help, and went out to fight with the Black Soul Sect monks several times to no avail, and I had to sit in Wencheng, saying that I was in town, but I had no way but to hide here!"

Wen Song Daoren said with a bitter face, with some sadness in his eyes.

"So, the corpses and fragments of magic weapons that fell in the sky that day are your dozen or so junior disciples and their magic weapons?" Although Chen Fan was prepared in his heart, he was still taken aback and asked.

The man of the Pattern Song Dao smiled wryly and nodded.

"I see, you get out. Chen Fan closed his eyes and nodded, waved his hand, and motioned for Wen Song to leave.

Wen Song silently arched his hand and gently exited the door. And now, only Chen Fan and Feng Liumei are left in the room.

"What's wrong with you?" Feng Liumei saw that Chen Fan had been closing his eyes and not saying a word, and stroked Chen Fan's junior with his hand, and said with relief.

"What about your family?" Chen Fan closed his eyes and asked slowly.

"They are all dead, some time ago there was a batch of important goods to be sent to the imperial city, they just left the city of the tattoo and were poisoned, no one survived, and it took a long time for the villagers passing by to find those goods and report to the government. ”

As soon as he talked about these, Feng Liumei's beautiful eyes suddenly turned red, and even tears flickered.

"Didn't you go with your parents?" Chen Fan paused and asked.

"No, I happened to be sick at the time, so I didn't travel with my parents, but stayed in the house to recuperate. Feng Liumei said with rain, holding Chen Fan's arm and crying loudly.

Chen Fan stood dumbfounded, not knowing what she was thinking, and let her cry bitterly, only occasionally patting her junior gently to show comfort.

"Can you teach me immortal arts?" After crying for a long time, Feng Liumei raised his head and asked.

"I won't!" Chen Fan shook his head helplessly.

"You lied to people, even the chief of the Tattoo Song Dao called you a senior, you are not an immortal?" Feng Liumei spread Chen Fan's arm and asked.

"Cultivating immortals, it's not as simple as you think, and I'm not cultivating immortals, I'm demons! So I'm not an immortal, and I can't teach you immortal arts. Chen Fan shook his head, if he was a spiritual cultivator, he would really have the idea of accepting her as a disciple, and felt that she was really a little pitiful as a girl.

"Then you take me away, take me to the Immortal Sect, I want to become an immortal, I want to take revenge. Feng Liumei said with a resolute face.

"Cultivating immortals, it is against the sky, as you can see, those people are not as good as me, they will be killed by me, if I am not as good as them, then I am the one who dies. Survival of the fittest, you have to think well. Chen Fan pondered for a moment and then spoke.

"It's okay, I want to cultivate immortals!" Feng Liumei saw that Chen Fan was relieved and hopeful, so he hurriedly spoke.

"Well, I'll take you away in two days. Chen Fan nodded.

"Okay, in order not to let you regret it, high-five as an oath!" Feng Liumei smiled and stretched out his right palm.

The corners of Chen Fan's mouth slightly hooked up a smile, and he also stretched out his right hand and snapped!

As everyone knows, the monk who killed her family had been killed by Chen Fan yesterday.

"Alright, you go down first, pack some clothes, and I'll take you away in two days." Chen Fan smiled and spoke.

"Okay, anyway, you also swear by me with high-fives, I'm not afraid that you will regret it, I'll go down first, and I'll come back to you in two days. Feng Liumei smiled playfully and slyly, looking like a goblin.

Chen Fan smiled, and waited for her to leave before sitting cross-legged on the bed and taking a few recovery pills to replenish the demonic qi.

In this way, two days later, Feng Liumei, who was carrying a large bag and a small bag, came as promised in the early morning, shouting Chen Fan loudly outside the courtyard of Chen Fan's house.

Chen Fan opened the door a little impatiently, as soon as he saw Feng Liumei with two maids and a large bag and a large bag of full-height packages, Chen Fan kept smacking his tongue.

"I'm packed, when will I go. Feng Liumei didn't care about Chen Fan's strange gaze, and asked with a smile.

"It's good that you bring a few changes of clothes and some important things, you're going to cultivate, not travel. Chen Fan slapped his forehead and pointed to a bulging package on the ground.

The package had been opened with a small opening, and it was filled with cotton ......wool!

What's ridiculous is that Feng Liumei actually has two maids......

Such a look of Feng Liu's eyebrows really made Chen Fan cry and laugh.

"Mademoiselle is not used to hard beds, so she has to sleep on soft beds. The maid on the left opened her mouth in a vigorous defense.

"Whatever you want, if you want to cultivate immortals, you can only bring two packages at most, if there is one more, you don't have to go!" Chen Fan glanced at the maid and said coldly.

"Xiaomei, don't be rude! In this case, the two of you will go back to the Feng Mansion to choose some valuable things and leave, anyway, as soon as I leave, there will be no one in the Feng family." Feng Liumei seemed to have expected Chen Fan to open his mouth like this.

"Miss!"

The two maids spoke at the same time.

"From now on, you two are free, I am no longer your young lady, and the Wind Mansion will no longer exist from now on!" Feng Liumei seemed to have made up his mind, and spoke coldly, his tone was unquestionable.

Then he just took a package full of his beloved clothes and a package that hit some silver taels and heirlooms and the like, and walked into the room, ignoring the two maids outside.

"Is it okay now?" The playful color of Feng Liu's eyebrows appeared, and it was even more charming to judge the appearance of the eldest lady who was full of momentum just now.

Chen Fan nodded silently, and after two days of uninterrupted recovery, he had recovered about fifty percent of the demonic qi in his body, and he was ready to go.

"Wait a minute, I'll go and talk to Wen Song. After Chen Fan finished speaking, Edgeworth left.

An hour later, he returned, with an extra fine mink. Immediately hugging the thin waist of Feng Liumei, the sword galloped towards the Donglin Mountain Range.

Every day, Chen Fan hurried away with the slender waist of Qianqian, who was holding the wind and willow eyebrows, stopping from time to time to rest for a while, and at night, he lit a bonfire, and after seeing her asleep, he gently covered her with a large mink to avoid catching a cold, and then began to swallow the pill to recover the demonic energy.

In this way, he hurried during the day and recovered his demonic energy at night.

It was originally about four days, but it took eight days to slowly reach the Donglin Mountain Range.

The Donglin Mountain Range stretches for thousands of miles, and there are a large number of demon beasts in the mountain range, as well as caves after the monks sit down, and there are countless strange prohibitions scattered in them.

On the side of the Donglin Mountain Range, the Qiumeng Sect, the Qiumeng Sect and the Sword Sect are stationed here, with tents of various colors, and there are many caves on the periphery.