Looking at the appearance of the person who appeared in the painting, although he couldn't see clearly because he was lying with his back to the painting, Lu Mengli couldn't help but admit that he was indeed the same person as Meng Li when he saw the appearance of the man just now.
Fei Ran is a bit similar to crazy people, they both like one person talking about two people.
"Why does this person appear in brother Fei Ran's memory? And also in the form of a picture within a picture?"
Just when Lu Mengli was feeling strange about this, she saw two old men with white beards falling from the sky.
After falling into the yard and standing still, the two old men did not step forward to wake up the drunk man. Instead, they stood motionless and stared at the ruins of the house, seemingly not wanting to wake up at all.
look of drunk man.
"Sigh... I don't know when Feiran will wake up."
One of the old men with a white beard in a gray robe saw the drunk man in the ruins of the house and found that the man showed no sign of waking up. He shook his head helplessly and sighed: "It seems that we let Fei Ran
It was wrong to do that thing because we took it too much for granted."
Hearing this, the old man with wild hair and a red beard standing nearby sighed with a sad face: "Yes... We all know that our extraordinary strength is not enough to complete that thing.
But I still asked him to do that thing. Now that the thing is done, but the person has become like this. Now there is no way for the two of us. What should you do?
"
"Feiran?"
Lu Mengli, who was looking at the paintings attentively, immediately frowned and began to think to himself after hearing what the two old men said.
"Could it be that the drunk man in Brother Feiran's memory is actually Senior Brother Feiran himself? Or should it be said that he was what Senior Brother Feiran looked like before he was reincarnated?"
"If this is really the case, then what were the two old men talking about? What did they ask Brother Feiran to do before to make Brother Feiran become such a delirious and crazy person?"
Although she had huge doubts in her heart, Lu Mengli could still distinguish between dreams and reality.
So she didn't think about it anymore, but just waited for the picture-in-picture in front of her to continue.
soon.
The painting within the painting did not disappoint Lu Mengli, and actually took the initiative to show what the two old men had asked Meng Feiran to do.
It turned out that the two old men were the two deans of Taixuan Academy, and Meng Feiran was just like the Meng Feiran that Lu Mengli knew well. He was originally just an abandoned child, a little beggar who could only beg in the streets. Later, he was
The two deans took a fancy to his cultivation talent and brought him back to the academy.
Different from Meng Feiran who cannot practice in Lu Mengli's memory, the Meng Feiran in the painting can not only practice, but also has extremely high cultivation talent. With just a little instruction from the two deans, Meng Feiran can draw inferences from one example to other cases, and even
Practice to the point of perfection in an instant.
It can be said that Meng Feiran is the most evil being in Taixuan Academy since its establishment.
Therefore, it can be said that the two deans devoted almost everything to Meng Feiran, so much so that they treated the smart, sensible and talented Meng Feiran as their own grandson.
And Meng Feiran did not disappoint his two cheap grandfathers. After only ten years of cultivation, when he became a sixteen-year-old boy, he had already broken through to the Cave Ruins Realm, and was only one step away from it.
He went straight to the Tribulation Realm and became the most outstanding and youngest Tribulation Realm monk in the history of Taixuan Academy.
But just then.
However, the two deans believed that Meng Feiran's promotion speed was too fast, which might lead to an unstable foundation. He needed to experience actual combat to stabilize his strength, and at the same time, he could take this opportunity to train his character.
So the two of them specially chose a task that was absolutely challenging for Meng Feiran.
Although the two of them hesitated before Meng Feiran took over the task.
Because the person Meng Feiran was asked to kill in the mission was actually very powerful. He was a murderer who had reached the first level of the Tribulation Realm. Many monks who had transcended the Tribulation Realm had even died in his hands.
The reason why they are taking out this task now is because they know that in the hands of that murderous maniac is something that is very important to monks, or to monks in the Cave Ruins Realm, the "eighth-grade Holy Pill of Duoxu"
"
If they could get this elixir and take it, they believed that with Meng Feiran's talent, he would be able to break through to the Tribulation Realm as quickly as possible and become a peerless genius who had broken through to such a realm at the age of sixteen.
At that time, not only will Meng Feiran gain face for himself, but he will also be able to give face to the Dean of Taixuan Academy.
Thinking of this, the two deans, who were somewhat overwhelmed by their excitement and became less calm and wise, found Meng Feiran and gave him this task.
Meng Feiran, who had always regarded the two deans as elders, had already guessed that he might not be able to complete this task, but he still took it on.
He wanted to repay the two deans for their kindness in reinventing him, so he chose to accept the task.
Even if you have to pay a huge price for it, you won’t hesitate.
So after accepting the mission, Meng Feiran first carefully observed the mission requirements, then disguised himself, left Taixuan Academy and began to search for his target.
"Wine is a good thing, but wine mixed with blood... is the real delicacy of the world."
"Especially you, a bunch of upright people."
Dust and smoke are billowing, and wine flags are waving.
The broken swords on the ground were filled with blood that would not go away.
He stepped on his feet and never closed his eyes.
Cao Renshan glanced to the right, then grabbed the wine cup filled with stinky blood and drank it in one gulp.
"Who are you? Are you here to kill me too?"
"Ah···"
His light tone was full of disdain.
"Can't those old guys who claim to be upright in the world find more people? Do you want a little kid like you to deal with me, Cao Renshan?"
"The sword score is ranked twenty-first, and the gentleman's sword is at ease."
"Ranked 19th in the Sword Book, the Romantic Sword King Yufeng."
"The sword is ranked thirteenth, the dominating sword is Chen Chuan."
"The three of them are all famous swordsmen in the world, but they all died from the same moves at the same time."
In front of the dilapidated tavern, there was a young man standing with a sword on his back.
His eyes were not on Cao Renshan, but kept looking around.
His slightly opened lips and teeth continued to speak.
"Feiyan Needle is the special skill of Beiyuan Feiyan Clan. It can kill people without making a sound. Looking at the entire world, it is considered the best."
"But just three years ago, a mysterious man slaughtered everyone in Feiyan Clan."
"But one person from the Feiyan Clan who was supposed to be wiped out was lucky enough to survive."
"this person."
Seeing Cao Renshan's hand holding the wine glass trembling slightly, the young man frowned slightly: "It's you, Cao Renshan."
"Feiyan Clan advocates that Feiyan's personal disciples will be the best candidates for the future master of Feiyan Clan."
"Am I right?"
The cold voice gradually faded away with the wind and sand.
The next second.
"clang!"
I saw that the young man had already held the long sword on his back in his hands at some unknown moment.
The scabbard is placed across the chest, with three flying needles piercing it from above.
If it goes any further, it will definitely sink into the chest.
"oh?"
"Something interesting."
Catching a glimpse of the three cold lights on the scabbard on the young man's chest, Cao Renshan's eyes flashed with surprise.
Then he threw out the wine glass in his hand.
The next second.
A loud bang exploded in the tavern.
The fragile door turned into countless fragments and flew straight towards the young man amidst the gusts of wind.
"Do you want to use wind and sand to cover your eyes and ears?"
Holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, the young man slowly drew out the blade.
I saw that this was just an ordinary iron sword, with only a round vermilion orb inlaid on the hilt.
"Isn't it too late to draw the sword now?"
A low and hoarse voice suddenly sounded.
But among the yellow sand in the sky, no one else could be seen anywhere.
"Hehehehe..."
"go to hell!"
"He is indeed a murderous maniac who has killed several cultivators in the Tribulation Realm. This method is really surprising."
The young man frowned slightly, but in the end he still held the sword hilt.
And when there was a sudden chill behind him, he drew his sword out of its sheath.