Late at night, Su Fan was walking in the yard, and the fragrance of spiritual grass filled the entire yard.
A month has passed, and Su Fan's injury has long since healed. In the past month, Su Fan has only been practicing all day long, and rarely comes out to breathe.
At some point, Luo Xun was standing behind Su Fan, and Su Fan naturally knew it. He said, "I have been practicing well recently."
Luo Xun looked downcast and said, "Shopkeeper, you..."
Su Fan interrupted him: "I'm fine. Who sent this wedding invitation in your hand?"
Luo Xun was startled, then suddenly remembered the purpose of his visit, and felt a little embarrassed, and said: "It was sent by Qingyuan Pavilion, saying that Mr. Mohe is getting married."
Su Fan paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Getting married? What kind of gift should I give you?"
Luo Xun's expression changed and he said with a smile: "Everyone knows that Mr. Mo He loves fans, especially the jade fan in his hand. It is said to be a family heirloom of Qingyuan Pavilion.
It's a pity that a suitable fan pendant is missing. Mr. Mo He has also looked for it, but he has not found it until now."
Su Fan said: "Do you have a suitable one?"
Luo Xun pretended to be mysterious and said: "Of course there is a suitable one?"
Su Fan smiled faintly and said, "Is there any news about Miss Fan?"
Luo Xun sighed and said, "We have searched for all the ruined temples you mentioned, but they are no longer there."
Su Fan's expression gradually darkened, and he walked towards the cave from time to time.
The snow in Luocheng has already begun to melt, and the water droplets dripping from the eaves hit the beautiful girl's oil-paper umbrella, which has a special charm.
As Su Fan walked on the road to Qingyuan Pavilion, he could see shops with their signboards removed from time to time.
Those were all Ransuomen's shops before, but now they are all under the banner of Qingyuan Pavilion.
When passing by Qingyuan Pawn Shop, Su Fan stood for a long time, thinking about the changes in Luo City over the past few years, and secretly sighed at the changes in personnel, but then thought that he had a share of credit for these changes, so he had to leave with a sigh.
A hundred miles away from Qingyuan Pavilion, there are red lanterns hung, and everywhere there are red, red plaques, and red railings symbolizing happiness.
Su Fan strolled into the courtyard, and from time to time people looked at him and people were talking about him.
Things spread quickly among the monks, and Su Fan's deeds of breaking through the three passes of Sanhuangzhai made them extremely surprised.
Perhaps he was surprised that Su Fan kicked the mountain gate, sighed at Su Fan's strength and courage, or guessed the identity of the mysterious old man who rescued Su Fan.
Su Fan had no choice but to remain silent about these matters, which related to the pain in his heart that he did not dare to touch.
Mo He obviously also understood this, he came up to him from a distance, and Su Fan also smiled and signaled.
Mo He at this moment is more attractive than Mo He before, whether it is his handsome appearance, his prominent family background, not to mention his extraordinary qualifications.
Su Fan was also happy for the bride, whom Su Fan knew a little bit about. She was a woman named Xin Meng who, like him, was unable to practice. Su Fan had more sympathy for such people who were unable to practice.
Because he knew that if he had to practice forcefully, the pain would be worse than life.
But the old man of Qingyuan Pavilion, Mo Hanfeng, is a tycoon. How could he allow his only son to marry a mortal with poor qualifications?
But now that the matter has been accomplished, the price paid by Mohe is not small.
Mo He came up to greet him and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Su, I haven't seen you improve your cultivation in a few days. What kind of gift can you bring me?"
This kind of words can only be said between friends. Now that Mo He said this, he obviously regarded Su Fan as a friend.
Su Fan smiled and presented the gift box in his hand. Su Fan didn't know what it was, he only knew it was a fan pendant.
Mo He flicked his fingers and took out the contents of the box. It was such a beautiful jade that even Mo He looked stunned.
Among the people paying attention around, someone whispered: "Star on the sea."
Suddenly there was a lot of discussion around, and Su Fan looked incomprehensible. He thought that this pendant was very ordinary, maybe it was of high quality in the mortal world, but at this moment it had such a response, and he looked at Luo Xun in a different light.
Mo He seemed to sense Su Fan's doubts and hurriedly said: "You don't know something, Friend Su. This sea star is a strange object. Rumor has it that it is an immortal stone that fell from the sky. It fell into the sea and was carved by the sea for thousands of years. It became this
Sea Star.”
Su Fan frowned and asked, "What's so strange about it?"
Mo He smiled and said: "It is said that this sea star has the function of storing magic weapons. If the magic weapon is damaged, it may be repaired if it is often in contact with the sea star."
Mo He said and put the sea star on the fan. Su Fan said lightly: "It's suitable. Then give it to Mr. Mo."
Mo He's face was full of joy and he kept playing with the fan pendant, seeming to like it very much.
Su Fan had no choice but to cough. He felt a little regretful for giving such a magical thing to others. But Qingyuan Pavilion had saved his life before, so he had to accept his fate.
There were more and more people in the hospital, and many important figures that Su Fan had only heard about through oral transmissions were also seen here.
When Mo Hanfeng saw Su Fan, he couldn't help but greet him. After all, he was an elder. Su Fan also thanked Mo Hanfeng very respectfully.
As the sun rose, the number of guests entering gradually decreased, and all the guests in the courtyard took their seats one after another, waiting for the bride to arrive before the ceremony could begin.
Time is gradually passing, the arranged auspicious time is about to pass, and the bride's sedan chair has not yet been delivered.
Mo He was also a little uneasy and looked outside the courtyard from time to time. However, except for the businessmen passing by, there was no one there.
While everyone was talking in low voices, they saw a bloody man rushing into the courtyard.
Judging by his attire, he was from Qingyuan Pavilion. His sleeves were hollow and his body was dripping with blood.
The noise in the courtyard suddenly quieted down, everyone stared at the bloody man, not knowing what to do for a moment.
Mo He's face suddenly darkened, and he hurriedly helped the person who came in. He knew that person, and it was the person he sent to welcome the bride.
Mo He shouted: "Where is Xinmeng? Where are the others? Who did this..."
He asked a lot of questions at once, but the man's eyes were dull and his mouth was motionless. He was obviously very frightened.
Su Fan frowned, suddenly remembering the lost soul of Ran Hua.
He hurriedly grabbed the person on the ground and said in a deep voice: "It's Ran Suomen from time to time."
The man rolled his eyes and nodded slightly.
Su Fan took a breath and asked again: "Is it Ran Hua?"
The man suddenly seemed to be greatly frightened. He shouted loudly, spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, dead.
Mo He's originally clear eyes turned red, as if he were filled with anger.
He doesn't look like that gentle and elegant young man anymore, but looks like a madman who wants to kill someone.
Before Su Fan could react, Mo He had already rushed out of the yard and flew towards Ran Suomen.
Su Fan glanced at Mo Hanfeng, expressing his relief, and then followed Mo Hanfeng.
Mo Hanfeng suddenly seemed much older. Old people always have an extraordinary sense of perception.
He gave a few instructions to the left and right, and then walked towards the inner hall.
Then, a small group of black-clothed monks flew out of the courtyard. They were Qingyuan Pavilion's dead warriors, and they were Qingyuan Pavilion's strongest force. With these people gone, Qingyuan Pavilion was empty.
Although Mo He's cultivation level cannot be seen by Su Fan, it can be estimated based on his speed that it is the peak of the late foundation building stage.
Fortunately, Su Fan had the constant supply of spiritual energy in the jade pendant, so he could barely see Mo He's walking track.
Ransuomen was built in the Cold Valley. The huge mountain gate looked dilapidated, but the glory of the once thousand-year-old sect could still be seen.
Su Fan followed Mo He's footsteps and entered here, but he never imagined that the desert before was just the tip of the iceberg of Ransommen.
The real Ransuomen is so magnificent, not weaker than the Three Emperors Village.
On the endless square, there is a huge tripod, which stands like a hill in the center of the square.
Wisps of green smoke continued to float out of the cauldron, and a woman hung on the cauldron.
The girl was pretty, but her hair was disheveled and her eyes were closed, as if she had fainted.
One foot away from the woman, there is a stone platform that is level with the tripod, and there is a young man sitting on the platform.
The young man had a strange and evil look on his face. He closed his eyes slightly and looked contented.
Mo He walked through the last staircase and saw the scene in front of him.
He pinched it with his fingers and moved to the cauldron in the blink of an eye.
The young man on the stone platform sneered, "You're here."
Mo He remained silent, just silently looking at the woman hanging on the tripod.
The young man said again: "Do you want to save her? You, the most outstanding person of the younger generation in Luo City, turned out to be like this for a mortal. It's really heartbreaking."
Mo He couldn't bear it anymore and raised his fan to hit the young man, shouting: "Ran Hua, I will avenge Xin Meng today."
The young man's expression remained as usual, he just raised his finger and lightly drew it twice in the void.
Mo He suddenly paused in the air, turned around and rushed towards Xin Meng.
The rope hanging Xin Meng was broken under Ran Hua's gentle stroke, and Xin Meng was about to fall into the stove like a kite with broken strings.
Mo He screamed desperately, hugged the already cold body, and dropped it to the ground.
Mo He looked at the woman tenderly, and gently arranged the woman's hair, tying it lightly one by one.
After a while, he took off his clothes and covered the woman.
Then he stood up slowly and looked at the young man on the high platform. The young man still looked playful.
Or they are watching this once unreachable character, but now they are satisfied with being played by themselves. Or they are feeling ridiculous about this boring thing.
Su Fan had also arrived, and he could only remain silent at the scene in front of him.
The huge sect was empty except for two people in the center of the square.
He was not surprised at Ran Hua's resurrection. As soon as the bloody man entered the courtyard, Su Fan thought of everything here.
However, he could not know the reason why Ran Hua came back from the dead many times. At first, he attributed it to his lack of knowledge, but now that he thought about it, Su Fan had many questions in his mind.