After Meng Ran came out of the house, he saw Chunhua standing in the courtyard with a slight flush on her face.

"Spring flowers?" Meng Ran shouted to the maid in a daze.

"Ahh

Chunhua hurriedly gave a salute, and asked in a slightly panicked tone, "Young Master, what is the matter with you calling me?"

Meng Ran originally wanted to tease the maid a few words, but after thinking about it, he suppressed the impulse in his heart and said softly: "Miss Fei'er is looking for you, you can go." ”

The corners of Chunhua's mouth curled slightly, the smile on her face couldn't be hidden, and she said coquettishly: "Got it, young master." ”

After Chunhua left, Meng Ran touched his face, didn't notice anything unusual, and went to the backyard with a little dazed.

In the backyard, Lin Chong had already woken up from a coma and was looking at Hua Rong with an angry face.

Seeing this scene, Meng Ran smiled lightly, and didn't care about how to solve the problem between the two brothers, just sat down beside Geng Huyuan and quietly looked at the lake.

Li Haoran coughed lightly and asked, "Meng boy, when did you learn that knife?"

Meng Ran smiled, and didn't say the answer directly, just smiled and said, "Senior, guess?"

Li Haoran pursed his lips, looked at the Geng Nursing Courtyard on the side, and asked, "Brother Geng, did you teach it?"

Geng Huyuan shook his head and said with a smile: "My sword skills are not as good as yours, how can I teach him." ”

Li Haoran raised his eyebrows and asked tentatively, "Meng boy, this knife can't be realized by yourself, right?"

Meng Ran smiled and nodded, "The senior guessed correctly." I realized it in the morning, before you two came to the backyard. ”

Li Haoran looked at the Geng Nursing Yuan beside him with a look of disbelief and asked, "Brother Geng, did you notice it before?"

Geng Huyuan bowed slightly, and said: "When the two of us came together, I faintly noticed a faint knife intent, and I thought it was this knife. ”

Li Haoran slapped his thigh and shouted busily: "It's really a loss, I think Meng Xiaozi has some talent, but I didn't expect it to be terrifying." I knew that I would force him to worship me as a teacher, and he would definitely be able to magnify my divine sword. ”

Geng Huyuan smiled and didn't say anything.

Meng Ran personally opened his mouth to break Old Man Li's dream, and said: "Senior, I am going to cultivate, and I will definitely not worship the Divine Sword Gate, as for worshipping you as a teacher, I can discuss, but I just have to see what treasure you want to give me." ”

Li Haoran snorted and scolded with a smile: "You kid will die of this heart, Lao Tzu is not rare to you, there are many talents in the world, and there is no shortage of your little seedling in the Divine Sword Gate." ”

Meng Ran smiled and was noncommittal.

......

After lunch, Meng Ran, who looked sleepy, was carried to the backyard by Li Haoran.

Meng Ran yawned loudly and asked puzzledly, "Senior, do you have anything to do with me?"

Li Haoran glared at Meng Ran and scolded: "What's the matter? I don't know how to practice the knife after a few days of rest? Do you think that if you have good talent, you don't need to be diligent?"

Meng Ran was sprayed with spittle, but he was not annoyed, he just raised his sleeves and wiped his face, gave Li Haoran a salute, and said respectfully: "The lesson of the seniors is that the juniors are slacking off, I must cultivate hard." ”

Li Haoran hummed, put his hands behind his back, and the old god went back to the front yard room, ready to take a beautiful nap.

Poor Meng Ran sat cross-legged on the shore of the lake and began to seriously cultivate the Mixed Yuan Gong.

By the time Li Haoran came to the backyard sleepily, Meng Ran had already practiced his sword technique there, and took the initiative to increase each of the eight sword techniques to two thousand.

Under the autumn sun, Meng Ran's sideburns were full of sweat, and his back was also wet.

At this time, there were a total of five people in the backyard, Meng Ran, who practiced his sword skills and sweated, Lin Chong and Hua Rong, who were stupid and stupid, the two brothers Lin Chong and Hua Rong, who were sitting on a chair, and Li Haoran, who had nothing to do.

Li Haoran glanced at Pinhuadao and asked softly, "What do you think?"

Pinhua Daoist sighed and said, "I thought he was just a rich boy with a good life, but I didn't expect to practice so hard, I was wrong." ”

Li Haoran asked again: "That's all?"

Pinhuadao didn't know Li Haoran's intentions, so he just nodded.

Li Haoran scolded with hatred: "It's not as good as even a child, wasting Lao Tzu's time, and wasting Meng Xiaozi's elixir, if I knew you were like this, I shouldn't have saved you." ”

Pinhua Daoren looked bitter and said in a low voice: "When the true qi in my body flows through the muscles and feet of my hands, I will have a slight feeling of stagnation, I am afraid that this life will be like this, there will be no greater achievements, no matter how hard I try, it will be in vain, it is better to get by like this." ”

Li Haoran snorted angrily, but he didn't say anything more, after all, it was someone else's path, and he couldn't choose it for him. Everyone has their own ideas and ways of living, outsiders can only help them for a while, not for a lifetime, how to choose, how to go, is a personal matter.

After a long time, Li Haoran had calmed down and ordered: "You take these two to the infirmary for treatment, if you don't treat them, I'm afraid you will die."

As for you, after sending these two, you can go wherever you want, and don't hang around in front of my eyes anyway. ”

Pinhua Daoist stood up with the arm of the chair and bowed deeply to Old Man Li, his eyes were slightly red, but he didn't say any words of gratitude.

Afterwards, the Pinhua Daoist and the two poor brothers left the Meng Mansion and went to the medical hall in the city.

At three o'clock, Meng Ran put away the knife and rested, wiping the sweat from his forehead while walking towards the pavilion.

Li Haoran raised his eyes slightly and asked, "How is it?"

Meng Ran smiled and said, "Hearty." It's just that this knife is a little out of my mind, and if I could change it, I think I'll be more motivated. ”

Li Haoran sneered and scolded with a smile: "It's just your." If you can't train to the realm of immortals in the future, you'll be sorry for your chance. ”

Meng Ran smiled and said, "Who knows what will happen in the future? It is possible that after I crossed the Immortal Gate, I was beaten back to my original form, and I became an ordinary man again. ”

Perhaps, there is destiny in the dark, and an inadvertent sentence is the truest portrayal of fate.

If Meng Ran could know his miserable situation many years later, he would definitely slap his mouth a few times and scold a few words of 'fairy tales'.

Li Haoran sighed and said in a low voice: "I have no hope in this life, I originally planned to accept an apprentice, but unfortunately I have no ambition like this, forget it, everything is as fate as it comes." ”

Meng Ran rubbed his cheeks and asked very puzzledly, "What did the senior fancy about that flower thief?"

Li Haoran sighed again, "I don't know what I like about him." ”

When Meng Ran was about to ask again, there was already a figure at the small door of the backyard, it was the radiant Geng Huyuan, and he said loudly: "Brother Li is pitiful for that kid, right?"

Li Haoran smiled bitterly and said in a muffled voice: "Maybe." ”

Meng Ran scratched his wet sideburns and asked, "Uncle Geng, what's so pitiful about the flower thief?

Geng Huyuan didn't answer positively, and asked Meng Ran a plausible question, "Meng Ran, what do you think of that Pinhuadao person?"

Meng Ran was dumbfounded, looked at Geng Huyuan in disbelief, and muttered, "Uncle Geng, are you ......?"

Before Meng Ran finished speaking, he was kicked on the buttocks, and Geng Huyuan scolded with a smile: "What does the stinky boy think? ”

Meng Ran smiled and asked extremely ambiguously, "Then why is Uncle Geng asking this?"

Geng Huyuan waved his hand, made a look of wanting to beat, and reprimanded softly: "If you say it, you can say it, there is a lot of nonsense, do you want to practice with me?"

Meng Ran smiled bitterly and muttered in a low voice: "How can you be like Senior Li, your temper has become so bad, and you will shout and kill at every turn." ”

Geng Huyuan coughed lightly.

Meng Ran immediately replied: "Well, that flower thief looks pretty good. ”

Geng Huyuan continued to ask: "Since he looks good and has a certain amount of cultivation, why do you have to be a notorious flower thief?"

Meng Ran pursed his lips and said disdainfully: "Maybe he was born like this? ”

Geng Huyuan asked again: "Who is born a bad person? Didn't Wen Sheng say that the sex is similar, and the Xi is far away." If you have read the Analects for so many years, it should not be unclear. ”

Meng Ran smiled sarcastically, and said quite angrily: "If I meet this flower thief alone, I will definitely cut him into eighteen sections, and then find a Taoist priest to do a magic service for him, so that his soul will never be reborn." ”

Geng Huyuan just smiled and didn't answer.

Li Haoran, who was sitting on the side, rolled his eyes, and said, "If you meet him yourself, I'm afraid it's you who lie down and beg for mercy." ”

Meng Ran snorted coldly, and ignored the two who defended the flower picking thief, and continued to practice his own knife, intending to use practical actions to insist on his own ideas.

Li Haoran smiled silently and said, "Meng Xiaozi is angry, but it's funny, it's the first time I've seen him like this." ”

Geng Huyuan said softly: "Meng Ran has studied Confucianism since he was a child, and he can't see these things as traitors and criminals, and it is already his bottom line of kindness to be able to take out two pills to save people, if you want to help these people exonerate, I'm afraid it will be difficult to pass the level in his heart, and you don't want to force him." ”

Li Haoran snorted, and didn't mention the matter of the flower path people anymore.

......

After dinner, Meng Ran continued to return to the backyard, preparing to meditate and cultivate, when he just sat on the bluestone slab, Geng Huyuan was already following.

After Meng Ran heard the movement, he turned to look at the person who came and asked softly, "Is there anything wrong with Uncle Geng?"

Geng Huyuan took a few steps forward, sat beside Meng Ran, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Li'er's body is not very good, so if you want to accept a disciple to inherit the Divine Sword Sect, you have to be considerate of him." ”

Meng Ran sighed lightly and said, "But such a person, maybe in the future, he will do something that people and gods are angry about, so that the Divine Sword Gate ......."

The rest of the words were not spoken, but Geng Huyuan understood what Meng Ran meant, and said with a smile: "All the fate is up to people, just let Brother Li decide for himself, after all, it is a matter of their sect, and we shouldn't say too much." ”

Meng Ran hummed softly.