Mo Lan glanced at the people around the ring. They really had different expressions, 'all kinds of things in life'!
Mo Ran came up to the stage excitedly and hugged her, "Sister is so amazing! But I have to continue to practice hard. Next time I will lock her in a cage."
"Ambitious!"
Gong Jinxiu grabbed Mo Ran's neck and shook her head wildly, not looking like a princess at all.
"That is!"
Qin Jixi snorted coldly, looked at the two of them contemptuously and left.
Gong Jinxiu pointed at her with a surprised look on his face, "This little bitch won't pretend today?"
"I guess I'm tired. I need to take a short rest today."
"Miss Mo."
Mo Lan turned around and saw that people from the Lingxiao Sect were already standing on the ring, two men and one woman.
The leading man was extraordinarily handsome, with an elegant temperament. He was dressed in a white gown, and he already had a certain air of immortality despite his young age.
"In Xia Lingxi, these are junior brother Lingyin and junior sister Lingxu."
The younger man behind him nodded politely. He was indeed a member of the Lingxiao Sect. After all, the spiritual energy near the center of the formation was stronger than in other places.
Ling Xi looks like he is only twenty-five or six, but he is already a master at the Lingzong level. Even his junior brothers and sisters, who seem to be about the same age as them, are already at the level of a great spiritual master.
"It turns out he is a master of Lingxiao Sect, Mo Lan is polite."
Lingxi made no secret of her admiration for Mo Lan and was cheerful from beginning to end, "Miss Mo, can you lend me a moment to speak?"
Mo Lan naturally knew what he was going to say. After today, everyone knew that she was no longer a waste and might even become an alchemist.
From now on, the Mo family will become lively. Now she is in urgent need of protection from a force. If Lingxiao Sect had not approached her first, I am afraid that she would be surrounded by other sects now.
"Ran'er, you go home with your mother first."
After all, Gong Jinxiu was the princess, and his eyesight was better than Mo Ran's. He reacted first and pulled Mo Ran back, shouting that he wanted to eat the lotus seed soup made by Song Fuyue.
Seeing Mo Ran follow the Lingxiao Sect's people, everyone shook their heads, this year's good seedlings were chosen by the Lingxiao Sect again.
"Senior brother, why don't we go take a look?"
"No need, my sect's disciples all practice the water system. She is not suitable. Let's go."
Chu Li took Wang Tingyue and left directly. Mo Lan frowned when he saw that they did not follow. Seeing that, their grandmother's assassination had nothing to do with them.
"Miss Mo, please sit down."
In the restaurant, four people gathered around the table. Lingxi ordered a lot of food. Mo Lan did not move his chopsticks while smelling the delicious food on the table.
"Young Master Lingxi, you might as well say it directly if you have something to say."
Lingxi raised a glass of wine and said, "This is the wine I brought from the sect. Miss Mo can give it a try."
Looking at the wine with floating spiritual energy, Mo Lan could tell at a glance that it was brewed with spiritual water in the space.
He stretched out his hand to touch the soul-nourishing jade. Maybe Lingxiao Sect was related to this space.
"Thank you, Mr. Lingxi. Mo Lan is welcome."
When the three people saw her finish drinking the wine, they looked at her expectantly, "There is spiritual energy swimming in this wine, but I don't know how it was brewed?"
"This wine is brewed from the spiritual spring next to the mainland formation. It was brewed by my uncle who loves drinking."
Mo Lan put down the wine glass and said, "Master, you invited me here not to drink and eat food, right?"
"Of course not. On behalf of the Lingxiao Sect, I sincerely invite Miss Mo to join our sect."
Lingxi stood up, and his junior brothers and sisters also stood up and bowed their hands to Mo Lan, which was already an extremely sincere gesture.
Mo Lan stood up and returned the greeting, "The eldest disciple of Lingxiao Sect personally invited me. Mo Lan shouldn't have insulted the three of them. It's just that Mo Lan is still junior and wants to study at Chiyuan College in the next year. If he graduates, Mo Lan If I can catch everyone's attention, Mo Lan will not refuse."
Lingxi smiled clearly and took out a piece of jade from his sleeve, "This is a token of our Lingxiao Sect. I treat it as a friend and ask Miss Mo to accept it. There are also many sect disciples in Chiyuan College. In the future, When I see this jade, I will take care of you."
Mo Lan took the jade pendant generously and held it in his hand to make the altar clear, "So, thank you Master Lingxi."
She will definitely go to Lingxiao Sect. If she can find out the origin of Lingquan, maybe her secrets can be solved.
After bidding farewell to the three of them, Mo Lan walked towards the alley where the man disappeared, thinking that they would never see him again in this life.
Feeling the violent heartbeat in her chest, her love for him should probably end here.
"I thought the little girl had forgotten me. The last time I saw you was already over..."
"Seven years."
Mo Lan turned around and looked at the man in red robe standing behind him. The white fox fur between his collar made him look, well, pretty.
The moment they looked at each other, Mo Lan's steady heartbeat hit his chest violently again, and the past appeared before his eyes.
It was a night of drinking with Qian Shuyu, and Mo Lan walked home alone.
The moonlight stretched her silhouette, and she was planning to take a shortcut home through an alley, but someone fell from the eaves.
Mo Lan's drunkenness disappeared instantly. The man with his back turned to him was dressed in red. In the moonlight, he could still see the dark red corners of his clothes stained with blood, as well as the strong smell of blood in the air.
Mo Lan knelt down, but he turned over and pinned her down, putting a dagger against her neck.
"It's you!"
That coquettish face came into view, with blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, "Girl, you are in big trouble."
He couldn't help but fall on Mo Lan, groaning, and asked Mo Lan to save him.
"You should get up first. How can I save you if I'm pressed by you?"
Mo Lan pushed his shoulder, but it was too heavy. When she turned her head, she saw that the guy had fainted.
It took a lot of effort to open him up. At this time, the medical center was closed, and I didn't dare to take him to the inn rashly.
Looking at the slightly opened door in front of him, luckily it was an empty courtyard, and dragged him to the bed board.
Mo Lan rummaged through the drawer and found a fire fold and a half-cut candle. With the faint light, he tore open his shirt. There were pieces of turned-up flesh on his chest. The wound was not deep, but it was enough to cause him to lose a lot of blood. And die.
She held the wine bottle around her waist in distress, cleaned his wound, found some madder in the corner, crushed it and applied it to the wound, then tore up the clean areas of his shirt and bandaged them.
Afraid that he would have a fever in the middle of the night, he only dared to light a fire, lean on the pillar, and drink wine one mouthful at a time.
"I drank so much during the day, and I still don't forget to drink. After not seeing you for a few years, you have become a drunkard."
Looking at Qin Jiyan who complained about her when she woke up, Mo Lan smiled helplessly, "Isn't the purpose of life in this world just for good wine and delicious food!"
"You are open-minded, aren't you afraid that Gong Shaoqian won't want you?"
"I never wanted to marry him."
Mo Lan saw that he was holding himself up, and the blood on his stomach was oozing out again, so he stood up and helped him.
Qin Jiyan looked at the almost naked upper body, and then at Mo Lan's clothes, with meaningful eyes.
"Ahem, your clothes are already in shreds anyway, why not use them to wrap around the wound."
Qin Jiyan shook his head and chuckled, "Hey, give me some wine, I'm a little cold."
Mo Lan looked at the remaining sip of wine and handed it to him without hesitation. While he was drinking, he touched his forehead. Fortunately, he didn't have a fever.
"Now that you're awake, I'll go home first. If you don't come home at night, my father will beat me."
"good."
That sip of wine made him hoarse. He never expected that a little girl would drink such a strong drink.
