Chapter 907

The master of the saint doctor's Pavilion raised his eyebrows and smiled like a peach blossom on his face. His amorous peach blossom eyes opened an autumn look: "what do you think of me, blue girl?"

LAN Rou waved her hand: "are you a fool when you are a father? How can I see a man like you who has three connections and four two minds!"

She softened her tone again and looked at Song Ningyu with a gloomy face: "it's really just a play. If I really marry my cousin, I'll be trapped here all my life! I'm still young, and I want to go out and break into the world! Sister Ningyu, as soon as we get out of Licheng, we'll make a peace and leave, and then go our separate ways."

Gong Zilin glanced at the family house full of pear flowers. His eyes were slightly deep. Jade pear flowers were the key to curing song Ningyu's leg disease and the main thing of the holy medical Pavilion.

The master of the holy medicine Pavilion patted Gong Zilin on the shoulder and said with a smile, "why don't you follow? After all, the jade pear flower is in the black mountain hell. As for where it is, you have to ask Miss LAN to lead the way."

Gong Zilin had a gloomy face: "I will go into the black mountain hell. As for what you said, it's impossible!"

Song Ningyu patted Gong Zilin's hand on the wheelchair, smiled at LAN Rou and said, "I will let the old clan leader hand over things willingly."

LAN Rou snorted coldly and looked disdainful. Since the negotiation failed, she had nothing to say!

Through the long corridor filled with stones, there was a thin layer of light in the eight sided palace lanterns, and the sky darkened. The people standing behind came up to the front two, holding lanterns in their hands and shining on the way ahead.

Gradually, when she went on, her eyes became open. The huge stone palace in front of her was hidden in the bright and dark night, which made song Ningyu only feel refreshing. She didn't see too far, but from the magnificent column, it must be no worse than the palace.

"It's said that an old friend came, so it's you two boys." on the huge stone chair in the hall, a strong old man with a scepter in his hand was a nearly 60-year-old man. He smiled and looked at the master of the holy doctor Pavilion who came side by side with Gong Zilin, with a strange light in his eyes.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, but the patriarch's style is still." the master of the holy medical Pavilion strode forward and sat down on the right hand of the old patriarch, looking like half a master.

LAN Rou glanced at Song Ningyu with a gloomy face.

Gong Zilin's lips flashed a thin smile: "leader Li, this is my wife, Ning Yu."

"You boy, when you came to our pear family, you were only ten years old. You were such a small person. I didn't expect to have your wife when I saw you again. Next time I see my old man, will you bring your children?" the old clan leader narrowed his eyes, walked down from the huge stone chair and looked close to song Ningyu.

"Well... Do you know Chunsu?" how can you look so similar to Chunsu!

Song Ningyu is probably blessed with a face similar to Chunsu. The people and things he met along the way are not too much.

"Chunsu is a master of the family. I often hear the master mention the leader of pear. I didn't expect to be lucky to see him today." who can't do Kung Fu? There are also references to the leader of the pear clan, but there are not many. Song Ningyu secretly looked for it for a long time and didn't grow to where the pear clan ended. Now it seems that he can follow his fate.

"Ha ha, isn't it? The boy has a hard face all day and is very cold. Since he has come, he will stay here for a few more days and let my little granddaughter take you around here." the old clan leader doesn't seem to be as difficult as he thought, and his eyes are always as warm as jade.

LAN Rou hugged her arm, hummed coldly, and dropped a bomb: "Grandpa, don't you know? Their ancestors stole the fire phoenix scroll lost by our family thousands of years ago! I've found out very clearly that she can reach the tenth level of Fire Phoenix!"

The old man narrowed his eyes and came together. Song Ningyu saw clearly at this time. His seemingly kind eyes were covered with a cold light, which was close to murderous.

"Little girl, what she said is true?" there was eagerness and joy in those eyes!

Song Ningyu nodded: "I do have volume 10 of Huofeng, but I didn't steal it. I got it by chance."

The old man's narrow eyes immediately smiled and said, "OK! OK, my pear family lost the tenth volume thousands of years ago. Countless people wanted to enter the black mountain hell and finally died there. Now they don't want to be in your hand. It's really the treasure of our family!"

Heishan hell is open to the outside world. The reason why it is open to the outside world is that there is a rule in the pear family. Anyone who comes out of there owes the pear family three favors. If something happens to the pear family at that time, anyone who comes out of Heishan hell must have nothing to say!

"I don't mean to give it to the nobles for the time being. As far as I know, the fire phoenix scroll was written by an emperor who ruled the world thousands of years ago. I don't know when it became a noble thing?" song Ningyu's tone was lukewarm, cold and calm.

The old clan leader's face sank at that time. He looked at Song Ningyu, corrected the wrinkled face and smiled at Song Ningyu: "my pear family guarded here under the order of the Yellow Emperor thousands of years ago, so that this thing will not be spread and cause the competition between heaven and earth. It's a coincidence that you learned the tenth level. If you return the scroll, it's over."

The old clan leader narrowed his eyes and his tone was cold and orderly.

Gong Zilin secretly pulled song Ningyu's robe. The old clan leader always made people feel strange for no reason.

"I'm a little tired. I'll think about what the patriarch said." song Ningyu rubbed his eyebrows, leaned against the big wheelchair, closed his eyes, and went to rest and refresh himself.

The master of Shengyi Pavilion stood up, patted the ash foam on his clothes, smiled at the old family leader and said, "don't worry about it. Miss Song understands the truth. When she thinks it through, she will return it."

The old clan leader shook his gray beard, nodded and said with a smile, "Lan Rou, you can arrange with the housekeeper. We'll discuss the specific matters tomorrow."

LAN Rou looked suspiciously at the old patriarch, nodded, walked in front and exited the hall.

The housekeeper is an old man. Compared with the patriarch who is fatter than Maitreya, he is only a handful of old bones.

LAN Rou takes the three people to her yard. The three yards are covered. It's also convenient to talk about things.

The old housekeeper sent four people in each room to take care of them, but in Song Ningyu's opinion, the job is not to take care of them, but to monitor them.

Although it was dark, it was still early. The master of Shengyi Pavilion and LAN Rouhua sat in Song Ningyu's room, frowning and tapping the table with their fingertips.

"Blue girl, don't you think today's old patriarch is a little strange?" in terms of understanding, the master of the saint doctor Pavilion knows him best. He is kind, and the one in front of him is kind, with a touch of essence, which makes people look at him and feel cold behind his back.