1757: C1757 Should I Go or Not

C1757 Should I Go or Not

Soong Zhengde held an unprecedentedly grand birthday banquet. It could be said that he was trying to recruit Meng Ran, and he had even announced to the world that he couldn't allow any mistakes to be made.2

If anything went wrong, even Uncle Dong would not be able to bear the responsibility.

In two days, it would be Soong Family Head's 80th birthday. Uncle Dong wished that Meng Ran and his family could set off quickly and rush to Yanjing as soon as possible.

"But Meng Ran's grandfather..." Soong Shuling seemed to remember that Meng Xingzhi was seriously ill. She wiped her tears and hesitated.

Before she finished speaking, Meng Ran interrupted her mother's words. She opened her mouth to speak first.

"My father is currently in Ling State. I will follow my mother to Ling State first before heading to Yanjing with them. It might be a little late, but it won't be a problem for me to arrive before the birthday banquet starts. Please forgive me, Uncle Dong."

Meng Ran spoke very politely. Uncle Dong opened his mouth, wanting to persuade Meng Ran to leave as soon as possible. However, due to Meng Ran's identity, he couldn't say much and could only nod his head helplessly.

Next was a round of small talk between parents.

Soong Shuling and Chief Steward had not seen each other for almost twenty years. It was rare to see their family members. Soong Shuling held Uncle Dong's hand warmly and asked questions.

For example, how was Meng Ran's grandfather, grandmother, and uncle and aunt's health? Over the past ten years, how had the Song Family's family group been developing? Even their generation, who were the same age as Meng Ran... Soong Shuling had asked about Soong Shuling's nephew and niece.

However, for some reason, this strong woman had intentionally avoided her fourth sister and did not mention anything.

Although Uncle Dong was not worth mentioning in Meng Ran's eyes, he could not leave him at the foot of the mountain.

Meng Ran asked Gao Junwu to drive Soong Shuling and Uncle Dong into Delicate East Residence Villa.

As for Meng Ran, Su Fangfei, and Ning Feixuan, they slowly walked up the mountain, as if they deliberately avoided Uncle Dong.

"Hey, Aunt Ling and you really want to go to Yanjing? I heard my father and Second Uncle mention it before. That Soong Family Head, who is also your grandfather, is definitely not someone easy to deal with. You must be careful."

As soon as Uncle Dong and the other two left, the cold and beautiful sister turned her head and said to Meng Ran with a serious face.

"Who said that I am going to Yanjing?" Meng Ran smiled and held Su Fangfei's soft hand. He asked Ning Feixuan with interest.

"You don't plan to go? But you weren't there just now?"

When Meng Ran said this, not only Ning Feixuan, but Su Fangfei also felt that the clouds were in a haze and did not understand what Meng Ran was thinking.

"I have my own decision on this matter. You guys don't need to worry about it first. Right, have you heard of the 'Ci Hang Jing Mosque' and the 'South Sea God Ni'? "

Meng Ran snapped his fingers, and the purple bamboo slip in his interspatial Everlasting Ring appeared in his palm.

"Ci Hang Jing Mosque? Why did you suddenly ask about this sect? What is this? "

Meng Ran handed the purple bamboo scroll to Ning Feixuan and told her about his discovery at the bottom of Sky Lake.

Ning Feixuan opened the bamboo slip and felt a surging blood red Sword Qi shoot out from the blood word, piercing towards Ning Feixuan's forehead!

"En?"

Meng Ran's eyes changed. A majestic magic strength shot out and immediately destroyed the Sword Qi hidden in the blood word.

"What was that light just now?" Su Fangfei asked with a lingering fear.

"It was the Sword Qi. It seemed that this South Sea Divine Nun was a Sword Cultivator with considerable cultivation. To be able to store his own Sword Qi in his blood, he has a bit of the charm of his life's sword essence. However, even if it's a Core Stage Sword Cultivator's Sword Qi, it still can't be preserved for several hundred years. It must have something to do with the material of this bamboo slip."

Meng Ran rubbed his chin and muttered thoughtfully.

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