It was still dark, and Su Fan sat on the steps in front of the house, watching the morning dewdrops slide down the leaves little by little.
Drop it on the shorter orchids, and the flowers will absorb all the dew, as if it is delicious.
This scene was indeed quiet and peaceful. Su Fan loved this scene.
However, at this moment, he could not calm down and enjoy such a comfortable life.
Whether it was Fan Ruoyu leaving without saying goodbye, or the sudden change in Qingyuan Pavilion.
Originally, he thought that as long as he returned to Qingyuan Pavilion, everything would be revealed.
Now it seems that this matter is not that simple, and even Mo Hanfeng is unwilling to reveal the secrets within it.
Also, Mo He suddenly proposed to get married to the deceased Xin Meng.
Maybe this wasn't sudden. Mo He was originally going to marry Xin Meng, but it's just like this now.
After pondering for a long time, Su Fan was disturbed by the sound of gongs and drums, and realized that it was already dawn, so he immediately walked towards the outer hall.
The decoration outside is still the same as yesterday, with extremely festive colors. The difference is that there are not many guests today.
Moreover, the servants of Qingyuan Pavilion seemed to have disappeared. The servants greeting the guests were all mortals, and they seemed to be invited temporarily.
Su Fan could almost guess the drastic changes that took place in Qingyuan Pavilion last night. All the servant monks, expert guards, and inner dean elders might have become dead souls at this moment.
As for Mo Hanfeng, Mr. Mo's survival may not be because of his high cultivation level, but because he reached some kind of agreement.
Because a person who can successively eliminate the two major forces in Luo City, Ran Suomen and Qingyuan Pavilion, must have a high level of cultivation, and may even be higher than Mo Hanfeng.
Mo He was already outside the hall to greet the guests. These guests all smiled tacitly, but in their hearts they were unwilling.
No one wants to offend the person who can destroy Qingyuan Pavilion, even though Qingyuan Pavilion has given them countless benefits and protection.
The sun shines on the earth, and the earth exudes the fragrance of earth after the rain.
All the guests have arrived. There are only a handful of guests today, and the few guests are almost ready to leave first.
Mo He's expression remained as usual, he smiled faintly and looked into the distance.
Following his gaze, he could see two maids dressed in white, holding one person in their arms.
That was a woman. Even though she was covered with a white hijab, a white gauze dress covered her body, which still highlighted her graceful figure.
Su Fan didn't dare to use his spiritual mind to investigate. He didn't know why he was so worried about the speculation in his heart at the moment.
However, the speculations flooded into his mind like a flood.
A small sigh came from somewhere: "Yin Qin."
Su Fan had to review that terrible word here, dark marriage.
What a strange custom that was. Su Fan only heard Uncle Wang mention it when he was a child.
Shadow marriage refers to some places where young men and women unfortunately die when they reach the age of marriage.
Because the parents of both families regretted that their children were not yet married, they found suitable in-laws to get married.
But now Mo He is going to act like this. A dead person cannot marry a living person. Mo He is not a dead person, Xin Meng has indeed been dead for a long time.
Living people can get married, but Xinmeng cannot be saved.
At this time, only the dead marry the dead, and that means Mo He dies.
Su Fan was about to stop him. No one wanted to see Xiaochu from Luo City die like this. It would be a pity.
However, Mo Hanfeng stopped him. If a person's close relatives do this, there is no need to continue, because his close relatives understand him.
Mo He gently took Xin Meng and held her hand tenderly. Suddenly Mo He seemed a little dissatisfied.
He raised his hand and waved, and the red color of the whole courtyard turned into a pure white. It was so white, so pale, as white as Mo Hanfeng's face at this moment.
Su Fan hurriedly ran over to help Mo Hanfeng, who was shaking all over. An old man whose father wanted to watch his son, his only son, die.
The pain in his heart could not be described in words. Su Fan held Mo Hanfeng's hands tightly, but could not stop his trembling.
With a smile in his eyes, Mo He bowed to the guests, then suddenly turned around and looked at Mo Hanfeng.
He stepped forward and put Mo Hanfeng into the seat, and then helped Xin Meng to the old man.
Mo He bowed his body and knelt down heavily, followed by Xin Meng.
The two of them kowtowed at the same time, and with each kowtow, Su Fan could feel Mo Hanfeng's heart beating faster.
This hero who had survived many years of fighting was now like this. Su Fan had no choice but to deal with it indifferently, because he could feel that all these veils were about to be lifted.
Mo He stood up slowly, and a group of people entered the courtyard and carried in a huge coffin.
The coffin was big enough to hold two people, two people like Mo He and Xin Meng.
Mo He walked up to the coffin, waved his palm lightly, and flowers from the garden floated into the coffin.
Mo He accompanied Luo Hua, carried Xin Meng into the coffin, and then jumped into the coffin himself.
With a loud noise, the heavy coffin lid closed, and Mo He and Xin Meng fell into the coffin.
Mo Hanfeng was unexpectedly calm. He pinched it in his hand and a flying sword flew out.
The flying sword stirred in the garden soil for a moment, and a pit several feet deep appeared.
Mo Hanfeng waved his hand, and the coffin flew up and fell into the pit. The soil stirred up around it slowly covered the coffin.
Mo Hanfeng smiled and said, "Thank you all for coming to my son's wedding. That's it for today."
The guests around seemed to be relieved and fled out of Qingyuan Pavilion in a panic.
Su Fan looked at the disappeared coffin and wondered what he was thinking.
Mo Hanfeng patted Su Fan's shoulder and said calmly: "There is my Qingyuan Pavilion's unique spiritual herb in the coffin, which can protect their bodies from decaying for thousands of years. If there is a chance in the future, come back and take a look, Mo He
I have already regarded you as a friend."
Su Fan didn't know the meaning of Mo Hanfeng's words. He didn't have time to think about it when he heard bursts of screams coming from outside the hospital.
Su Fan wanted to go out to investigate, but Mo Hanfeng stopped him.
Su Fan's expression suddenly changed and became so solemn. He saw ten black-armored sergeants entering the yard.
Mo Hanfeng looked at those people with a cold expression, but with a deep fear.
Before Su Fan could speak, a black-armored sergeant had already spoken. He pointed at Su Fan and said, "Follow us."
Su Fan frowned and said, "Who are you?"
The black-armored sergeant said: "General's Mansion."
Mo Hanfeng had obviously figured out the person's identity, and his expression was as usual.
Su Fan was unusually calm and said, "Why should I go with you?"
The black-armored sergeant said: "If you don't follow us, you will die."
Su Fan looked slightly surprised and said, "Oh?"
The black-armored sergeant still said indifferently: "You should have died if you burned your life span. Pavilion Master Mo saved you, but it can only extend your life span by fifty years."
Mo Hanfeng sighed, indicating that what he said was true.
The black-armored sergeant added: "But you actually broke through and reached the foundation building stage. However, your life span is still not enough for you to reach the next level to increase your life span, but your qualifications are very poor..."
Su Fan interrupted him and said, "Do you think I'm afraid of death?"
The black-armored sergeant said: "Don't you want to avenge your mother?"
Su Fan was silent.
The black-armored sergeant continued: "The Three Emperors Great Immortal, the founder of the Sanhuangzhai sect, has unfathomable cultivation. Even Pavilion Master Mo is afraid that he will not be able to match him."
Mo Hanfeng nodded.
Su Fan said: "I will handle the matter of revenge myself and won't bother others."
The black-armored sergeant was not angry either. He said: "But you seriously injured his grandson and killed so many of his disciples. Now he is afraid that he has come to seek revenge on you."
Su Fan could only smile bitterly and said, "Then I will go with you."
The black-armored sergeant hugged Su Fan, surrounded Su Fan, and walked toward the courtyard.
The General's Mansion was built in the middle of Luo City, and Su Fan had already entered the mansion.
The General's Mansion cannot be said to be luxurious, but it is full of majesty. After being surrounded by black-armored sergeants several times, Su Fan was brought into the side courtyard.
The side courtyard also looks elegant, with green bamboos and orchids everywhere. It can be seen that the owner of this place is also an elegant person.
When Su Fan walked into the hall, all the black-armored sergeants stood at the door, looking extremely respectful.
Su Fan was not polite. He sat on a chair and slowly observed the layout of the room.
There are many books placed in the house, most of which record stories of chivalrous people in the mortal world.
Even the paintings hanging on the walls are stories of happy grievances and vengeances between knights and knights.
Su Fan unconsciously became very interested in the owner here and wished he could see him right away.
There was a gentle knock on the door, and Su Fan withdrew his eyes and looked at the door.
Su Fan suddenly froze. The person who came was very familiar to him, but also very strange.
The man was a middle-aged man, with a fat body that looked extremely bloated.
Su Fan almost shouted: "Member Zhao?"
The man smiled lightly and said, "Yes and no."
Su Fan added: "Are you a storyteller or a monk?"
Member Zhao said: "They are all."
Su Fan looked slightly cocky and said with a smile: "I don't know if Zhao Yue fell to the ground because of his various identities."
Zhao Yuanwai said: "In charge of the general's office, Zhao Yuanwai from Luocheng."
Su Fan retracted his smile and said, "Just call me Yuanwai Zhao?"
Zhao Yuanwai looked normal and said: "You can also call me Wuming."
Su Fan asked: "Nameless? What do you mean?"
Member Zhao said: "He is originally unknown."
Su Fan asked again: "Did you ask me to come?"
Member Zhao said: "No?"
Su Fan said: "Who is looking for me?"
Zhao Yuan said: "It's the general."
Su Fan smiled and said, "Who is the general? Why is he looking for me."
Zhao Yuanwai also laughed, not to cater to Su Fan. He smiled and said: "The general is an old friend of yours, you know him."
Su Fan said calmly: "What does he want from me?"
Zhao Yuanwai's expression suddenly became solemn and he said: "Kill you."
Su Fan hurriedly asked: "Why kill me?"
Zhao Yuan said: "Your use value is gone."
Su Fan was silent, but he also wanted to know the story.
Member Zhao said: "Without you, I'm afraid it would be difficult to eradicate Ran Suo Men and Qing Yuan Pavilion together."