The night was sinking like water, and there was no one around, Meng Ran quietly looked at the pitch-black roof. Thousands of thoughts came to my mind, and perhaps, it was time to read the letter that my husband had left for me.

Meng Ran, who had made up his mind, got up and got dressed, and gently got out of bed and put on his shoes.

With a lit candle in his hand, he quietly walked out of the room.

In the soft night breeze, the light of the candles fluttered in a trance, setting off Meng Ran's face strangely and gloomy.

Walking through the courtyard and corridor, he came to his father Meng Hao's study.

There was a 'squeak', and the door opened.

Everything in the study is the same, although there is no longer a permanent residence, but there is a special person to clean it every day, the windows are bright and clean, and it is as clean as new.

Meng Ran lit the candles on the candle stand one after another, and the room gradually brightened, with the night breeze entering the house, the candle shadow swaying, and the figure projected on the wall, which was as strange as a charm.

Meng Ran didn't care about this, he just carefully searched for the two letters according to his father's confession before his death.

"Those two letters were written by me with my own eyes, and now they are in my study, on the far right side of the third shelf, and you can find them when you go. It's up to you to decide when to watch it, and how to deal with it, without having to ask for other people's opinions. ”

Responding to his father's dying instructions in his mind, Meng Ran was a little sad and a little puzzled, and thought silently in his heart: "Since my husband left me two letters, why didn't he tell me when I should read them? Just tell me to remember to read them, what is the reason for this?"

Meng Ran thought for a while, but he didn't have a clue, so he had to pack up his mood and seriously look for the two letters.

After a while, he found two letters in a book of poetry on the third floor of the bookshelf, the white envelope had turned slightly yellow, and the yellow mud on the seal was extremely dry, and with a slight pinch, it would turn into dust and fly into the air.

Meng Ran hesitated for a long time, and finally chose one of the letters, opened it gently, and read it carefully.

I saw that on the yellowish letterhead, the vain handwriting was dancing on it.

It reads:

Meng Ran's disciples, seeing words are like faces.

When you read this letter, you may have grown up, or you may have children and grandchildren, if you are not either, then you have doubts and difficulties in your life.

However, everything must be calm, quiet and then act, in order to get to the crux of the problem, and perhaps it is possible to resolve the problem.

As a teacher, it has long been calculated, and there should be a catastrophe in your fate, which may make you lose your body in a different place, or it will make you miserable and displaced.

I've thought hard and I've read all kinds of ancient books, but I can't think of a solution.

Of course, there is still a way to go. You are destined to have a relationship with the East, and if you travel east in the future, you may be able to turn evil into good fortune. Only the Dao Sect's Wuliang Mountain in the Shenzhou Continent can be said to be the easternmost land, if you can successfully worship the Dao Sect, there may be a glimmer of possibility to save the day.

It's just that after you travel east, you may reverse your fate, or you may increase the calamity, trigger the killing in advance, and even involve others. The specific decision is up to you.

If you plan to go to Mount Wuliang to learn the arts, then from the moment you enter the Taoist sect, you must not say anything about the relationship between you and me, otherwise, it will have a huge impact on your future, and you will be punished innocently or die.

My old enemy is now in a high position within the Dao Sect, and with his narrow-minded nature, if he knows that you are my disciple, I am afraid that it will be unfavorable to you. He is now the head of the Taoist Precept Division, his name is Taizhen, if you meet him in the future, you must not hold grudges, just treat him calmly, remember.

With your talent, as long as you cultivate well, after the realm is profound, you may be able to relieve the calamity by yourself.

If you decide to stay in Lin'an, you don't need to worry too much, just do what you think is right, be filial to your parents, and love your neighbors.

There are two letters, and if you have read one of them, you can burn the other one. Everything is just fate, there is no need to change, just follow the trend.

Qi Xiu Chinese characters.

After Meng Ran read the letter, he couldn't calm down for a long time, Mr. Qi and the old Taoist priest he saw during the day said exactly the same, and the solution between the two was also average.

Was the eastward journey predestined, or was there some ulterior secret behind it?

In the quiet study, Meng Ran frowned and pondered, not knowing what he meant.

"Discuss it with your mother? But what does the gentleman mean to make my own decisions, what should I do? Is all this arranged in the dark? Or is it manipulative?

But there is no reason for them to do this, I am just an ordinary person, maybe in the words of Mr., I have some talent, but what can I do? With the posture of Mr., in the end, I am just a human immortal realm, and I can't escape life, old age, sickness and death, how can I be virtuous!"

In the empty room, Meng Ran muttered to himself.

Time passed silently.

"Wow......"

The rooster is singing, a new day has come, the people of the Shenzhou Continent have gotten up, and the whole quiet world has regained its vitality.

Smoke rose from the ground, and the light of the rising sun sprinkled the land.

Chunsheng, who got up early, saw the door of his master's study quietly open, thinking that he had entered the thief, so he picked up a wooden stick and walked towards the study in three steps and two steps.

Meng Ran, who had not slept all night and was in a trance, was awakened by the sound of hurried footsteps, and asked softly, "Who?"

I saw a figure standing at the door, holding a murder weapon in his hand.

"Who is it?" Meng Ran asked again.

The figure at the door hurriedly put down the wooden stick in his hand and greeted softly, "Is it the young master?" ”

"Oh, Chunsheng, why are you here?"

"I came to clean the yard and saw the door of the study wide open, thinking that I had entered a thief. Chunsheng took a few steps closer, looked at Meng Ran, who looked haggard, and asked with concern: "Young master, why did you get up so early?

Meng Ran waved his hand, "No need, you go clean the yard, I'll stay for a while." ”

Chunsheng hummed and walked out of the study.

Meng Ran rubbed his sour and astringent eyes, yawned, and casually took the letter he had read into his arms, and then returned the Analects to its place along with the unopened letter.

Walking out of the study, the early morning sun sprinkled on his face, shaking Meng Ran very uncomfortable, he raised his sleeves to block his eyes. It took a while for him to get used to the light outside, and he slowly walked through the courtyard.

Meng Ran walked recklessly like a lost soul until a crisp greeting brought him back to his senses.

"Young master, early. A pretty maid stood in front of Meng Ran's side and saluted him.

"Well, it's Bai Shao, you're early. ”

"Is the young master going to Madame's place to say hello?" Bai Shao looked at Meng Ran eagerly.

"Well, sort of. ”

"Madame just got up, I'll take the young master there. ”

"Good..."

Young boys and girls, one master and one servant, think about each other in the morning light and the spring breeze.

"Young master, haven't you washed yet, I'll fetch water and wait for you to wash up later." "People with a purpose are always visible in the crowd.

"Good. Meng Ran still looked dazed and replied casually.

"Young master, walk carefully, be careful of ......"

Bai Shao took advantage of the situation to help Meng Ran, slowly walked through the courtyard, and came to the eaves.

Mrs. Meng's maid Xiaohuan just brought a basin of water out of the house, looked at the two who were very close, and said with a slight smile: "Young master, it's really early to come today." ”

While speaking, Xiaohuan glanced at Bai Spoon with a smile, but Bai Peony didn't notice it, but the roots of her ears were a little red.

Xiaohuan handed the basin of water to Bai Shao, and then invited Meng Ran into the house.

Mrs. Meng was applying grease powder to the mirror, and when she saw her son's reflection in the mirror, she turned around and asked, "Ran'er, is there something wrong?"

Meng Ran nodded indiscriminately, looking ambiguous, "Yes." ”

Mrs. Meng said angrily: "You kid, if you have it, if you don't have it, if you don't have it, where did you come from?" Are you sleeping?"

As he was talking, someone outside the door spoke, "Sister Xiaohuan, the young master hasn't washed yet, I called for water......"

Mrs. Meng glanced at Xiaohuan, and Xiaohuan opened the door and let people in, and it was Bai Shao who was fetching water.

"Ran'er, since you haven't washed yet, let Bai Shao serve you. ”

"Well, no, I'll go back and wash it later. ”

Bai Shao stood in place with an embarrassed face, not knowing what to do.

Mrs. Meng had no choice but to break the siege, "Go wash it, don't waste Bai Shao's hard work." ”

"I'm used to Sister Xiaolian's service, so let's wait a while. ”

"Isn't that Xiaolian still up yet? There was a hint of dissatisfaction in Mrs. Meng's voice.

Bai Shao, who was holding a basin of water not far away, gently put down the basin and said, "Then I'll call Xiaolian and let her serve the young master." ”

This sentence was tantamount to adding fuel to the fire, and Mrs. Meng smiled coldly, "You don't have to go, just serve you." ”

With that, she glanced at Meng Ran.

Under the shock of his mother's eyes, Meng Ran had to obey obediently, and washed up slowly and methodically under Bai Shao's service.

When Meng Ran finished washing and was wiping his face, he suddenly heard someone shouting loudly outside, and his voice was full of eagerness.

"Young Master, is Young Master here?"

Meng Ran listened carefully, it was his maid Xiaolian, he was about to walk out, but was pulled by Xiaohuan, who shook his head at him.

Meng Ran was a little puzzled, but looking at his mother's very ugly face, he didn't struggle anymore, just stood there quietly.

Mrs. Meng went out of the room, stood under the eaves, and asked lightly, "What's the matter?"

Xiaolian took a few steps forward, stood at the bottom of the steps with an uneasy expression, and said in a low voice: "Madam, the young master is gone, is he here with you?"

"Oh, is Ran'er gone, when is it gone?"

Listening to Mrs. Meng's cold rhetorical question, Xiaolian's knees weakened and she knelt on the ground, "When the slave woke up in the morning, she found that the young master was gone, and she searched the entire mansion and didn't see any trace of him, so I wanted to come to Madame to have a look." ”

"Really?"

Meng Ran in the room couldn't hold back any longer, and rushed out with an arrow step and stood next to Mrs. Meng.

Meng Ran's move completely annoyed Mrs. Meng, and she snorted coldly, "As a maid, I don't know when the master has disappeared, and he is still making a lot of noise in the house, how should I deal with it according to the family rules?"