Chapter 55

It is obvious that mu'an is extremely fond of this granddaughter and has great expectations. He takes this opportunity to teach Mu Qingya the experience and experience of his life.

"Xiaoya, when measuring the value of many things, we can't simply draw the equal sign. We have to see the future of this thing! Just like the owner of the Mu family, you must have a long-term vision, and you must see the future of our Mu family! "

"Don't you investigate Meng ran? Eighteen years old, eighteen year old martial arts master! Do you know what your idol did when he was 18? "

Mu Qingya was a fool at first, and then he couldn't believe it: "grandfather, do you mean brother Feng is also a warrior?"

Mu old pet scraped Mu Qingya's nose and said: "thanks to you, you're a fan of others, even Hua Mingfeng is a martial arts man."

Mu Qingya, who was chatting up his tongue and shaking Mu Lao's hand, asked, "so what cultivation did brother Mingfeng do when he was 18 years old?"

Mu old deeply looked at his granddaughter, meaningful said: "internal skill small Cheng."

Mu Qingya, such as being struck by lightning, was sluggish on the spot and could not say a word.

Both of them are 18 years old. Meng Ran is a master of martial arts at the peak of his internal skills. However, the outstanding talent recognized by the Chinese martial arts and Taoism circles is only a small success in his internal skills.

Can we say that this seemingly plain young man in white will be an extraordinary genius with more talent than that of Hua Mingfeng?

Mu Qingya tried to hold back the shock in her heart and said with difficulty, "can Meng ran become a master of martial arts?"

Mu Lao was silent, turned around, looked at the moon, and said in a deep voice: "martial master? Xiaoya, your vision is still too shallow, 18-year-old master Wudao, in ten years, he will be the master of martial arts! At the age of 28, the martial arts master definitely has the hope to impact on the legendary realm of God

Mu old stroked his long beard and said with emotion: "this son is really promising!"

"The realm of God The God of martial arts Mu Qingya whispered in a soft voice. I couldn't help but come up with the face of the young man who was always light.

It turns out that he would be the man who became the God of martial arts

The next morning, when Meng ran was still practicing, he was interrupted by a knock on the door.

When he opened the door, he saw that it was housekeeper Feng. Meng ran thought that housekeeper Feng was calling himself to get up. He was wondering why he knocked so quietly at the door.

Unexpectedly, housekeeper Feng explained that it was because he was afraid that Meng ran had not yet got up and disturbed Meng Ran's rest, so he knocked on the door to see if Meng ran was up. Seeing Meng ran get up, housekeeper Feng asked Meng ran what breakfast he wanted to eat.

Meng ran couldn't laugh or cry. She felt that the housekeeper was more careful than the nanny

After breakfast, housekeeper Feng took Meng ran to buy a cheap stove, and then went to Wenquan district with Meng ran. After simple packing, he rushed back to Qingxiu Dongju villa.

And make Meng ran some doubts is, this time, are not feeling the chill last night.

Yes, Meng ran also felt the chill last night. Compared with Mu Qingya, Meng ran felt it more clearly, because Meng Ran is the root of ice spirit, and his perception of water vapor is far more than that of other immortal practitioners.

The chill last night clearly made Meng ran feel a little familiar, and it was only in the immortal world.

Last night because of Mu Qingya, Meng ran was not easy to investigate. I wanted to investigate today, but I didn't think that the chill had disappeared.

"Well, come and have a look tonight."

After returning to the room, Meng ran shut himself in the room.

What Meng ran plans to refine this time is "xiaozaohua pill", which is a weakened version of "Zaohua pill". There is no way. After all, the years of Mu Qingya's herbs are not enough.

Of course, she can't be blamed for this. With the current situation of the earth, it's hard to find an old ginseng with hundreds of years old, let alone Meng Ran's herbs.

Fortunately, these herbs used to refine Xiaozao Huadan are all conventional herbs. Although the years are not good enough, according to Meng Ran's experience in refining Dan, you can still make pills, but the effect is not as good as one tenth of the normal ones.

But even so, Meng Ran is confident that mu'an can resume his cultivation with two small pills of nature!

Zaohua pill is one of the most common pills in the world of cultivating immortals. It has the effects of prolonging life, strengthening the body and repairing the injured body. It can be said that it is a universal effect.

Throwing the medicinal materials into the furnace, Meng ran quickly refined the pills with his magic power as the fire.

At the beginning of the foundation construction, if Meng ran could reach the Fenyuan period, he would be able to refine pills in the palm without the help of a furnace.

Three hours passed in the blink of an eye.

Housekeeper Feng, who has made a table of delicious food, sighs and sighs at Meng Ran's closed door.

As a specially appointed chef in a five-star hotel, housekeeper Feng has great confidence in his cooking skills. Originally, in the morning, Butler Feng carefully prepared a breakfast, waiting for the praise of the new host.

The result makes housekeeper Feng want to cry without tears, this Meng Ran is just like eating steamed bread, without a word of comment. This is not true. Housekeeper Feng thought that the breakfast was not good enough, but he made great efforts to catch up with the whole table of Manchu and Han, but he could not wait for Meng ran to go out for a long time.Housekeeper Feng did not dare to knock on the door, but Meng ran told him not to disturb him no matter what.

The bored housekeeper Feng, looking at the delicious food that was almost cold through, felt a great deal colder in his heart.

In fact, it's not the fault of housekeeper Feng. Meng ran, who was the immortal of Tairan in the last life, had never drunk any jade dew or enjoyed the delicacy of the fairyland. How could this steward Feng's cooking be comparable to that of the fairy of yaochi?

Just as housekeeper Feng was about to fall asleep, the door finally opened with a squeak.