“.Carrot soup?”

Xiao Wu had been thinking hard just now and finally came up with a carrot soup?

Meng Yiran was a little dumbfounded. He thought she would choose some expensive delicacies from mountains and seas, but it turned out to be such a home-cooked dish.

“Okay, Xiao Wu, didn’t you and Ata make an appointment with Zhuqing to go shopping today? She might be waiting for you at the door, why don’t you go out?”

Hearing Gu You’s words, Xiao Wu quickly stood up, grabbed Lan Ta’s hand and walked out the door. “We’ll be back soon, remember to leave the door open.”

Seeing the two people’s hurried figures being blocked by the automatically closing door, Gu You smiled and shook his head as if he was laughing at them for not being punctual.

He sat with Meng Yiran for a while, drank the black tea in one gulp, looked at Tang San and stood up at the same time.

“Sister Yiran, the two of us still have something to do, so we should go back to the room first.”

Meng Yiran nodded, “Well, go ahead and do your work. Remember to rest early.”

After the two left, Meng Yiran did not leave with everyone else. In the empty restaurant, she sat at the main seat and slowly drank the still warm black tea, enjoying the leisurely after-dinner time.

I don’t know how much time passed, but Meng Yiran suddenly said: “Guest, do you want some black tea?”

The restaurant was empty and there was no sound. Meng Yiran picked up an unused teacup, poured a full cup of black tea, and pushed it forward.

The black tea drew straight forward, across the long dining table under the influence of soul power, and finally stopped in front of the second seat.

A hand like a dead branch appeared out of thin air, holding up the tea cup, and then an old man with a gloomy temperament appeared in the second seat and took a sip of black tea.

“not bad.”

Putting down the tea cup, a smile appeared on the old man’s face that could scare a three-year-old child to tears.

“When did you find out?”

Sorry, it’s my grandpa’s birthday. He had to leave early in the morning and didn’t get home until 9: pm. Please recommend me and ask for monthly tickets~~~

Chapter 282 The first try of soul control

“Who knows.”

Without answering the old man’s question, Meng Yiran looked at the old man who suddenly appeared in front of him, frowning and secretly shocked in his heart.

This was the first time she saw someone enter the manor under the noses of Gu You, Tang San and Xiao Wu without anyone noticing, and sit at the same table with everyone.

No one even knows when he came in or how long he stayed here.

Meng Yiran’s answer did not anger the old man, but the old man seemed quite satisfied. He nodded, “It’s good to be wary of unfamiliar people.”

“But you won’t need it anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

“From now on, you are my personal disciple. You don’t have to be wary when facing me as your master.”

The tone of the old man’s words was too matter-of-fact. With an invisible wave released from his body, those who heard it felt that this sentence was like a certain truth, a truth similar to the sun rising in the east and setting in the west.

“Who are you? I don’t want to have a teacher who hides his head but hides his tail.”

After a moment of silence, the invisible fluctuations on the old man’s body seemed to have little effect on Meng. She directly asked the question she was most concerned about.

Seeing that Meng Yiran bowed without bowing his head, the old man’s eyes showed a hint of surprise.

The surprise only lasted for a short moment, and was soon replaced by a more satisfied look.

“Great! After so many years, I finally found the most suitable disciple.”

The old man smiled like a chrysanthemum that blooms among the withered. He spoke his name in a friendly tone that was obviously not proficient: “My name is Shi Nian, and I am a level 72 all-around control-type Soul Saint.”

“Shi Nian?! Are you Shi Nian?!” Seeing that the old man in front of him claimed to be Shi Nian, Meng Yiran was shocked, and his already depressed heart sank to the bottom.

Seeing the sudden change in Meng Yiran’s face, Shi Nian asked curiously: “Do you know me?”

Possessing an extremely weird, tangible and intangible special martial soul, Canmeng, Shi Nian was confident that his strength would not be weaker than any other soul saint.

However, just as an actor is not necessarily famous for his acting skills, a singer is not necessarily famous for his works. A soul master’s fame does not necessarily depend on his own strength.

Due to the special nature of martial arts, battles in those years were often silent and without much movement. Often the battle ends without anyone knowing, leaving behind a corpse that has died in a horrific manner.

Therefore, he has never done anything as famous as “escaping from the siege of sixteen Wuhun Palace Bishops”.

Therefore, even if he is confident that he can casually defeat the guy who “escaped from the siege of sixteen Wuhun Palace Bishops”, his reputation is still tepid, and he is only famous among soul masters of the same level. Hands down, not well known to most other people.

Now Meng Yiran, a young soul master, had heard of his name, which made him a little happy.

“Of course I’ve heard of it,” Meng Yiran said with a heavy face. He put his right hand under the table, ready to summon the snake staff at any time, but said calmly: “Can Meng Shi Nian and his special martial soul are said to be able to produce all kinds of things.” The illusion causes those affected to get lost in the illusion. Because if used with all one’s strength, it can cause the opponent lost in the illusion to self-mutilate and die, hence the name “Remnant Dream.”

“Yes, I am Can Meng Shi Nian.” Shi Nian said with a bit of pride, and pointed out Meng Yiran’s mistake: “My martial spirit is called Can Meng, which is the same as those fools. But this The reason for the name is inconsistent.”

Shi Nian explained: “The illusion created by me can make opponents who are lost in it kill themselves, but this can only be done after I become the Soul King. I named the martial spirit Can Meng because this martial spirit is unpredictable. , To this day, I have not been able to completely control this martial spirit.”

“That’s why I named the martial spirit Can Meng.”

Canmeng, the martial spirit of that time, is a martial spirit that is beyond the user’s understanding and control.

As a martial spirit that can create illusions, Shi Nian can control it freely in most situations and create the illusions he wants to guide his teammates or influence his opponents.

It’s a pity that this control is not perfect. Once the martial spirit is fully used, Shi Nian will lose control of the illusion. Even he himself does not know what the object who activated the illusion saw.

This problem becomes more serious at the soul saint stage.

The seventh soul skill of all martial spirits is the true form of the martial spirit. The white tiger spirit is the true form of the white tiger, the hammer spirit is the true form of the hammer, and the spirit of the eyes is the true form of the eyes.

The martial soul’s true form at that time was not Can Meng’s true form, but was named Nightmare by him.

As long as the nightmare is used, although the power of the illusion will be greatly improved, Shi Nian will also completely lose control of the illusion. Except for the person who was attacked in the illusion, no one knows what he saw before he died.

At that time, he estimated that he might not have the chance to completely control this martial soul until he reached the level of Titled Douluo. It’s a pity that he is already old now, and he is still a level 72 Soul Saint. Not to mention the advanced titles, he should be laughing at being able to become a Soul Douluo.

After hearing Shi Nian’s explanation of his martial arts, Meng Yiran was not only not happy, but his heart fell from one valley to an even deeper valley.

If it were anyone else who dared to tell the secret of his martial soul so openly, he would most likely be prepared to have a heart-to-heart relationship with you, and we would become good brothers and sisters from now on. But when this behavior appears in Shi Nian, it will only make people wonder whether he is planning to kill someone and silence him, and wants you to be clear about it.

This was Shi Nian. How could Can Meng Shi Nian, who was famous for his mysterious Can Meng martial spirit and cruel and perverted personality, be able to have a heart to heart with others.

“?” Seeing that Meng Yiran not only did not relax, but also became more alert. Shi Nian was confused and didn’t know what he had done wrong.

Fear appeared in his heart, but now there was insufficient information. Meng, who did not believe Shi Nian’s words at all, mustered up the courage to ask: “Sir Shi Nian, you came here to accept me as your disciple because you want to use me as a springboard to have a relationship with my grandparents. ?”

“If that’s the case, I can help you connect.”

Meng Yiran was self-aware. Although he could be considered a little genius, from the perspective of the entire Douluo Continent, he was just an ordinary little soul master with mediocre talent. Except for the second soul skill “Erasure” which is quite precious, other places are very ordinary.

His talent is completely incomparable with the two true super geniuses Gu You Tang San. Even compared to Xiao Wu, he is at a disadvantage, and at most he can barely tie with Lan Ta. Theoretically, there is no value in being favored by a strong man like Shi Nian.

Moreover, I have never seen Shi Nian, and I have never appeared in Shi Nian’s field of vision. He suddenly came to his door, ignoring several real geniuses who said they wanted to accept him as his disciple. The real target was that apart from his origins in the Dragon Snake family, and his grandfather Meng Shu and grandmother Chao Tianxiang who could use martial soul fusion skills, Meng Yiran could not think of anyone else. Possibility.

“Dragon Duke Meng Shu and Snake Po Chao Tianxiang?”

Hearing this, Shi Nian was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly, “I’m not interested in your grandparents.”

“It’s you I like.”

Facing Shi Nian’s unabashedly fiery gaze, Meng Yiran was slightly stunned, and wanted to ask, “What do you like about me? Can’t I change it?”

Before Meng Yiran could ask, Shi Nian said, “Your third soul skill, Snake Rain, should have the effect of turning an illusory snake into a real snake, right?”

Hearing Shi Nian’s words, Meng Yiran was shocked. He clenched his right hand, and an indigo snake staff appeared in his hand. Along with three soul rings, two yellow and one purple, he stared at the old man who was as steady as a mountain with cold and vigilant eyes.

He even knows the true name of his third soul skill that he rarely uses in front of outsiders. It seems that his target is indeed him. The question now is how much does he know and what is his real purpose.

“It’s so beautiful.” Shi Nian looked at the indigo snake staff intoxicated. “I thought this world was full of stupid and ugly trash, but it turned out that there are people like you who understand beauty.”

“It seems that as long as you live long enough, you will eventually encounter something good.”

Looking at Meng Yiran with a solemn expression, Shi Nian tore off the gentle mask on his face and revealed his truest side, “Come on, show me everything about you.”

“If you can’t satisfy me. Jie Jie Jie”

“as you wish!”

Why did Shi Nian smile just like Gu You when he didn’t complain? His cold murderous intent told Meng Yiran that he was not joking. Meng Yiran’s eyes narrowed, and he stretched out his snake staff and pointed it at Shi Nian. The third soul ring emits bright purple light, and the snake head on the snake staff opens its mouth wide, spitting out a large number of indigo pythons.

It’s not quite right to call them pythons. When the snakes first appeared, they were only as thick as a finger. It might be more appropriate to call them small snakes. But as the time gets closer and closer, the snake’s body gradually becomes larger and larger. By the time Shi Nian arrived, he had turned into a huge python as thick as the mouth of a bowl.

“The Formation of Ten Thousand Snakes!”

Indigo pythons circled around the long table, under the long table, and on both sides of the long table, surrounding Shi Nian. His body retracted slightly to gather strength, and then he shot out like spring lightning, opening his mouth wide and pounced towards Shi Nian who was sitting on the chair.

Seeing the snakes swamping Shi Nian’s figure, Meng Yiran’s expression not only did not improve, but became even more ugly. Her snake told her that the attack just now was ineffective and did not hit the human body at all.

Papapa

“good.”

Shi Nian’s figure walked out from the shadows in the corner of the restaurant. Looking at the snakes floating away like mist, and the several small holes that had appeared inexplicably on the chair, Shi Nian seemed to have returned to his gentle self at this time, and he clapped his hands vigorously with great satisfaction.

“It takes a lot of money to turn the phantom of a snake into a physical entity, so the thick-mouthed python just now is a phantom. The real attack is the small snake that hides in the big python and materializes.”

As soon as they met, Shi Nian used his rich experience in constructing illusions to see through the nature of Meng Yiran’s attack just now. He pointed out: “Void and reality should be flexibly changed, not just one change.”

After giving the instructions, he smiled again and said, “Okay, what’s the next move?”

Meng Yiran did not answer, but silently raised the snake staff in front of him, looking warily at the figure standing in the corner.

“Why, continue.”

Shi Nian frowned slightly, as if he was dissatisfied with Meng Yiran’s negative mood. He didn’t see a pair of snake eyes slowly opening in the shadow behind him.

“I said, continue…” His nose suddenly smelled a fishy smell, and Shi Nian’s face changed drastically. He turned around hurriedly and saw a huge snake head behind him opening its mouth wide and swallowing him whole in an instant.

Meng Yiran’s expression was still solemn. Even if the snake hadn’t told her whether this attack would work, she knew it would probably have no effect.

Meng Yiran’s guess was correct. Before Snake could give an answer, applause sounded again from another corner.

Another time slowly walked out, he looked at the huge snake head that gradually turned into mist, and said: “Use the characteristics of illusion flexibly, first turn the snake into the smallest state, and when it gets behind me, it will suddenly enlarge and turn into reality. Launch an attack.”

“Excellent skills, no wonder you can defeat that strange Qibao Glazed Sect member.”

After hearing this, Meng Yiran finally understood when she was exposed to Shi Nian.

“Were you there at that time?”

“Of course.” Shi Nian smiled calmly, “I didn’t expect that an ordinary soul hunter would encounter an illusionist like you who is so talented and has no teacher to guide you.”

Four pythons jumped up from the gaps in the carpet and bit into Shi Nian from four directions as the storm swelled. But they all passed through Shi Nian’s body without any hindrance.

Ignoring the attack just now, looking at Meng Yiran’s face that was slightly pale due to the continuous use of the third soul skill to turn reality into reality, Shi Nian stretched out his hand and said: “It took a lot of effort for me to find a suitable successor like you. Come with me, I will teach you all the illusion techniques I have studied throughout my life.”