Chapter 182: The Three Lives of the Flying Fairy
"Can this be true?"
Deacon Cao of the squatters looked at Meng Fan with a sullen face, his gaze like a sharp blade, as if he could kill!
He had never expected that under his nose, someone would dare to injure his brother like this!
This was simply a slap in his face!
"Hey!" Meng Fan laughed softly, fearlessly, pointing to the outer hall without panic, "Those people outside, those people saw, I saw Brother Cao Mang panting and running, a little tired, out of kindness, I took the initiative to give him a seat, then he accidentally sat on a bad stool and stabbed his hood …… It has nothing to do with me!"
Saying this, Meng Fan again looked at Cao Mang very innocently, "This Cao brother, we just met, how do I know that your hood door is down there, right?"
"Uh ……" Cao Mang was stunned, not expecting Meng Fan to actually embellish things into this way, simply turning into a helper, but the truth is that this is the case, it was himself who dragged him up to take up the seat… …He was already a little confused because of the loss of blood, and now that he heard Meng Fan say this, he was on fire, so he didn't even think about it and said, "This is definitely not the case, and let me have the seat, I dragged him up with my own hands, and then he glared at me, and then I locked him in a choke hold, and then he kicked me in the face. ……"
As he said that, Cao Mang saw that his elder brother was glaring at him and suddenly realized if he had said something wrong and immediately closed his mouth.
"……"
After the five Taoist priests in the inner hall heard this, they all looked at Cao Mang with strange expressions …… This disciple recruitment is expressly stipulated that participants are strictly prohibited from provoking trouble, or else they will be removed from the qualification to participate, if what Cao Mang said is true, then Cao Mang is bound to get out of the way, and I'm afraid that not even Meng Fan will be able to escape from his collateral responsibility.
"Ha …… ha ha ……" Deacon Cao suddenly laughed out loud at this time, "Just now, this brother… . has yet to ask for guidance?" With those words, he looked at Meng Fan with a passionate gaze.
"Meng Niu Ba." Meng Fan said indifferently.
"Right, right, this Meng Niu Ba daoyou just said that it was Cao Mang himself who accidentally sat on a bad stool and zapped the hood, and it has nothing to do with anyone else …… " Deacon Cao said and snapped at Cao Mang again, "Isn't that right Cao Mang? "
"Yes, yes!" Cao Mang came back to his senses and hurriedly replied, "I didn't realize that the stool of the Tiger Yang Guan was so brittle ah, it rotted as soon as I sat on it, ahaha!"
Taoist Qiu picked up his teacup and slowly took a sip of tea, feeling that the tea was a bit cold, he poured the water behind him and said to Cao Mang, "Fellow Taoist Cao Mang, Mister Qiu is in charge of this recruitment, and fighting and brawling is absolutely not allowed, seeing that you are quite seriously injured, if someone else takes the initiative to provoke you, you are allowed to say so, and this deacon can make the decision for you. "
"Uh ……" Cao Mang looked at his elder brother, and then looked at Deacon Qiu, decisively said, "That …… is my own carelessness, really with the others, isn't it …… Niu Ba Daoyou?"
"Wow." Meng Fan cried and laughed, "That …… is kinda right."
"In that case, Taoist friend Cao Mang destroyed the Taoist temple's top grade sandalwood chair, according to the rules of the Taoist temple, it is also necessary to pay compensation …… " Taoist priest Qiu said, and inclined his head to look at the deacon Cao, "But well, see on the face of the deacon Cao. It'll be waived."
"Hehe." Cao deacon's face smiled eagerly, but in his heart, he was burning with anger, "Then thank you, Deacon Qiu, for taking care of it, but it's just a chair, I can afford to pay …… Although Cao Mang was injured in the demonstration, he still interpreted the Heaven's Gate Shield as a technique in place, so please be fair and come up with a result. "
"Pass." Daoist Qiu waved his hand, not even bothering to discuss, "Leaving so much blood, how can I let it pass."
"Thank you …… Deacon Qiu."
Deacon Cao's face was ugly, according to Daoist Qiu's meaning, his brother was given a pass because he had shed a lot of blood and caused pity, not the real thing, what's the difference between this and sending out the poor ……
However, it was finally given a pass and it was inconvenient to say anything more.
"This Meng Niu Ba Taoist friend." Daoist Qiu looked at Meng Fan with great meaning, "It's your turn."
"I am Meng Niu Ba, as you all knew just now." Meng Fan blandly walked to the center of the inner hall, avoiding the blood that Cao Mang had shed, and said aloud, "I have occasionally acquired a magical technique called Huang Liang Yi Meng, so I'll dedicate it to you."
With that, Meng Fan lay down on his side and closed his eyes.
Cao Mang had wanted to hurry and leave the inner hall to bandage his wounds, but when he saw this scene, he gritted his teeth and held on, wanting to watch Meng Fan make a fool of himself, with his own elder brother, this Meng Fan was afraid that he wouldn't be able to pass.
Zhuge Lingyun looked at Meng Fan with curiosity, the story of Huangliang Yimeng he had heard of, but, did not know that this is actually still a spell, wanted to see exactly.
Taoist Qiu and the others also thought the same way, they had a slight understanding of Meng Fan's strength, but they knew nothing about Meng Fan's arts, and at this moment, they also happened to see it, and they also happened to assess Meng Fan's true strength.
Meng Fan, naturally, will not be stupid enough to expose his bottom card in public, this yellow sorghum dream, was originally his blind talk!
His pressure box means although there are many, paper man, indestructible earth fire, Xuanmen finger, and even his own research, after the old gods personal demonstration instructions of the nameless sword method, are very powerful, with these means through this recruitment simple ……
However, his identity is an undercover agent, these means can not be exposed to not be exposed, and, in the future, out of trouble, but also much a means of life preservation.
As for the ability to pass the recruitment, there is no need to worry too much, Qiu Taoist this side of the three have seen him out, the strength of the natural no to say, and catch the blood corpse, he is also the first blood corpse to lead to the tiger Yang Guan this side of the 400,000 have not yet cashed in it, it is owed to him a favor, and now pay back the favor is very convenient ……
What's more, a few days ago, he also saved Daoist Qiu from Lao Guo's men, as long as the three people on Daoist Qiu's side agree that he passes, he also passes, so even if the two people on Deacon Cao's side are against it, it's not much use. He simply made up a random technique and lay down on the ground pretending to be asleep, the big deal was to run through the Big Dipper's God Destroying Taoist Scripture in a while to cope with it.
Time passed slowly, Taoist Qiu poured hot water, the tea cups dispersed a light mist of water, the aroma of the tea was pleasant, the crowd just watched Meng Fan, wanting to know what is so magical about this spell.
But nearly ten minutes had passed, Meng Fan was still asleep on the ground, nothing amazing had happened at all, not even a fluctuation of true qi had appeared on Meng Fan's body ……
"……"
The crowd began to become strangely colored, could it be that this technique was really just …… sleeping?
Or is it that you have to sleep first to cast this spell, and you can only cast it after you fall asleep, or else how can it be called Yellow Sorghum Dream?
But the environment here is noisy, in public, when can I fall asleep?
Besides, can you still cast the spell when you're asleep?
Tick tock, Cao Mang's bottom is still flowing blood, he always felt that things are a little bit wrong, pointing at Meng Fan somewhat uncertainly said, "Is he …… he is not fooling people?"
"Meng Niu Ba ……" At this time, Deacon Cao couldn't stand it anymore and stood up with a slap on the table, "If you're faking …… "
Meng Fan knew that the time had come, he couldn't pretend anymore, so he stretched his body violently and operated the mind method of the Heavenly Dipper Destroying God Taoist Scripture, and the true qi in his body fluctuated wildly, but at this time, a strange change suddenly happened, and the mind method suddenly went out of control, and his body steeply suspended in the air, which startled him!
Inside the inner hall, the wind was so strong that it blew everyone's clothes, and the solid wood screen between the inner hall and the outer hall was suddenly blown down by the wind, and slammed on the ground with a bang!
At this time in the queue outside the people, found that the inner hall of the strange, also have looked over, do not know in the end what happened inside, such as to see Meng Fan lying on his side, suspended in the air, as if asleep, have been horrified, think that this technique is also too powerful, can be suspended in the air to float, this is not the airborne flight it!
In fact, not only outsiders feel this way, even Meng Fan himself feels a little confused, do not know what the hell is wrong, could it be that there is a problem with the heart method?
But just at this time, he vaguely saw an illusory figure in his own side emerged, the shadow of white hair and white robes, followed by an old voice rang in his head ……
"Yellow sorghum dream, three lifetimes floating, the old man because of the dream into the Tao, a wisp of residual thoughts of God traveling the world, by the Big Dipper summoned, to pass on the art of the Dream Tao!"
That voice was like a yellow bell, not allowing Meng Fan to resist, a section of the cultivation heart method was hardwired into Meng Fan's brain ……