After I was reborn, I became a top player in the cultivation world

Song Ying's kneeling shocked Meng Shi.

Xie Fan, however, felt that he deserved his gift, and kept his expression as usual, leaving Song Ying alone to kneel on the cold ground of the ruined temple.

"I'm not interested in your sect's affairs, and I have no intention of telling outsiders."

He just found it boring. Several years had passed since the cultivation of the true sect, but the true nature of hypocrisy had not changed at all. Everything he did was still the same as before, even more disgusting.

"Now that my innocence has been proven, do you want to take this Meng Chen back or deal with it on the spot? I won't participate, but don't embarrass Meng Chen in the future."

There was a rare warmth in Xie Fan's eyes, and it only shone on Meng Jiujiu. Everyone else had a look of understanding on their faces.

But Meng Jiu scratched his head and said, "Why are you so stupid? No one is trying to make things difficult for me."

These people were obviously going for Xie Fan, but she had the conscience to go back and help.

Xianhua couldn't help but laugh out loud, and said in an authentic tone, "People say caring leads to chaos. It's better that you don't separate in the future and stay together for a long time."

Meng Jiujiu's face turned red when she was told that, and she immediately understood the way others looked at her.

She didn't want to be tied up on a pirate ship with Xie Fan!

Some people were happy and some were sad. Song Ying's back was straightened and he knelt on the ground in a daze for a long time. The disciples from Linghe Tower refused to get up even if they tried to help him.

In the end, it was Meng Chen who took the initiative to pull Song Ying up.

"Young Master, I won't go back with you. If I go back to Linghe Tower, I will be sorry for my apprentice. I am saving people and administering medicine here, and my life is very happy."

Meng Chen said it easily, but his eyes were lonely.

Song Ying still looked ashamed and gritted her teeth, "Uncle Master, I have nothing to hide from you now. The female disciple Luo Hong, who you thought died tragically, somehow returned to Linghe Tower and used the forbidden talisman to cause disaster. Take advantage of this.

When everyone in Linghe Tower was in danger, the Vajra Talisman was taken away, and its whereabouts are still unknown..."

Meng Jiu's eyes flashed suddenly, and he felt like he had eaten another big melon.

It turns out that the Vajra Talisman is no longer in Linghe Tower.

Meng Chen suddenly had a solemn look on his face when he heard this inside story, "I buried Luo Hong with my own hands back then. There is no way she can be reborn."

"But you didn't burn her body, right?" Xie Fan's eyes turned cold, and he sharply pointed out the key point, "She is a Shura, and it is very likely that she was taken advantage of."

What a vicious strategy!

Meng Jiu couldn't help feeling cold, so she dug people out of their graves, used her knowledge of Linghe Tower during her lifetime, and finally stole the Vajra Talisman.

But if this thing was not done by Shura from Shen Fuling's faction, who would have done it?

"If Luo Hong is a walking corpse, or is temporarily controlled by spells, then she cannot be far away from the place where she is buried. Let's go back to Linghe Tower to find it!"

Meng Jiujiu immediately made a decision, at least this thing has not fallen into the hands of Shen Fuling and Jingjie yet.

That would save her a lot of trouble.

"Meng Jiu, Xie Fan, do you want this diamond talisman?"

Song Ying was finally smart for once.

Meng Jiu was suddenly embarrassed, and then he realized that she had accidentally written her desire to steal someone's treasure directly on her face.

"Can't you take it? Your Linghe Tower is just like Lingbi Valley. It has been passed down to this day but you still have no ability to keep the things of your ancestors. It has caused so much trouble. It's better to just let it go."

Xie Fan said it bluntly, "Don't worry about what other people use it for."

"Don't act like a bandit, can't we discuss it carefully?" Meng Jiu couldn't help but tug at the corner of his clothes. Even someone as thick-skinned as she was embarrassed.

Xie Fan snorted coldly and made a gesture of asking him to speak. Meng Shijiu's words were astonishing.

"He doesn't want it, I want it!"

Song Ying was helpless, "You two are still so clearly differentiated?"

"Naturally we have to figure it out, otherwise wouldn't the people he kills in the future also be remembered on my head?"

Meng Shijiu rubbed Xianhua's head, "Today I have to ask the young poster to testify for me. I came back to save Xie Fan all for the sake of morality and without any selfish motives."

Who believes it?

Song Ying was so angry that her handsome face almost deformed.

With Xie Fan here, even if the Vajra Talisman is recovered, he may not be able to keep it in Linghe Tower.

No matter how they looked at Xie Fan and Meng Shijiu, they were as hateful as a pair of gangsters, but they couldn't fight each other. Even if they wanted to rescue Ruan Ying now, they would probably have to rely on their help.

Before leaving, Meng Chen looked depressed.

When Meng Jiu saw him, he couldn't help but think of his father. They were the pure people of this Xiu Zhen sect and should not end up like this.

She bowed her head and made Meng Chen's promise.

"Senior Meng Chen, you should stay. We have used your identity to do some wrong things before. I promise you to investigate Luo Hong's matter and let her rest in peace. Regardless of whether she is Shura or not, as long as I say,

You should feel at ease."

Xie Fan nodded vaguely, and recognized Meng Shijiu's promise.

Meng Chen looked up to the sky and sighed, and finally nodded, "Young Master, I have to trouble you to deal with Luo Hong's matter. My cultivation has been ruined in my life, and keeping up with you will only be a drag."

Meng Chen dragged his remaining body away, and Song Ying felt relieved.

After all, this matter is a scandal in Linghe Tower. As long as Xie Fan and Meng Jiujiu don't open their mouths, everything will be fine.

So, on the way to Linghe Tower, Song Ying and other disciples treated the two of them extremely politely.

Even if Xianhua asked for some novel and expensive food, Song Ying would tighten her pockets and buy it.

It never hurts to spend other people's money, so this journey became the most comfortable life for Meng Shijiu, until...Song Ying's purse was stolen, and even the horse she was traveling with was defrauded.

Meng Jiujiu was puzzled, "How come you, the majestic young master of Linghe Tower, the future boss, and an intermediate talisman master, were so completely stolen and deceived?"

"Ruan Ying used to take care of all these affairs alone," Song Ying said, her cheeks turning red, feeling embarrassed and depressed. "The other disciples seldom come down the mountain, so they don't even know the tricks of the thieves below!"

The co-author Lingbi Valley is a nest of bad guys, but Linghe Tower is a stupid and sweet person. No wonder people robbed the whole house.

Xianhua, who had good food and housing, was full of complaints, "Why does Xie Fan have no money? He used to spend a lot of money for Meng Shijiu!"

This is where the bad thing happens.

Xie Fan's life curse has been lifted. He used to rely on Meng Chen's fame to get money. Now that he has returned to his original identity, he naturally cannot get money.

As a result, they could only speed up their journey and take the side roads of the mountain road in order to reach Linghe Tower as early as possible.

The house leaked and it rained continuously all night. As soon as Xianhua went up the mountain, the oncoming heavy rain made her feel cold and she sneezed again and again.

"You will also get sick?" Meng Shijiu shielded him from the rain, looking surprised.

Xianhua rolled her eyes and said, "This guy is not in good health, and I will suffer as a result."

Just as they were complaining, a small inn suddenly appeared in front of them. The dim candlelight looked particularly dazzling in the stormy night.