Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 159 People’s hearts change and they stay

Wu Meng could tell at a glance that Song Mang and the others were using the senior sister's investigation to test his character.

In the world of cultivation, the weak prey on the strong. If he was really taken away by the old demon, it would not be surprising that he would become murderous after encountering this person's repeated obstructions.

Of course, after all, he is his master, he knows everything about it, and he already knows everything in a few words of conversation.

"This senior sister has done a great job."

Wu Meng praised without hesitation: "Can you leave this time?"

"..."

The other party was sweating profusely and had stars in his eyes, so he couldn't speak.

I don't know how long it took, but when he came back to his senses, the three of them were gone.

"Wu Meng..."

She murmured to herself, her eyes gradually lighting up with excitement: "Wu Meng! Junior Brother Wu Meng is back!"

……

Songmang Peak.

in the hall.

The main hall, which had always been dim, rarely lit up the twilight stone today, making it appear magnificent and magnificent.

Due to the 'curiosity' of the two foundation-building monks, Wu Meng briefly told what he saw in Huaqu.

"So you were lucky enough to kill the senior brother named Wei?" Song Mang said.

Wu Zun made tea and only turned half of his fat face: "In addition, I was lucky enough to kill the man surnamed Wei against the Thousand Locks Formation of Laying Rocks."

"It's really a fluke. Where's Long Pei? What's the matter?"

Wu Meng was startled: "Didn't Senior Brother Luo say anything?"

Back then, he carved what Long Pei had done on a jade slip and threw it in front of the door. Luo Qingbao should be well aware of this matter.

Wu Zun bent his fingers and took a sip from the cup, and it landed in front of him. The cup was filled with clouds and mist: "Luo Qingbao returned to the sect only one year earlier than you. His temperament has changed drastically when he meets people, and he speaks very little."

Song Mang nodded: "I have called people to talk to you several times, but I will not say anything about anything related to you."

"Keep it a secret for me?"

Wu Zun winked: "Then let's see what secrets you have."

While the three of them were talking, the tea was introduced into the cup. Against the backdrop of white clouds, the tea became increasingly green, like a shadow of a distant mountain.

Wu Meng pondered for a moment: "I wonder if Master and Elder Wuzun know about Youjiao Palace?"

Seeing the blank expressions on the two people's faces, he briefly introduced them, and by the way also told them about Meng Haoyi being the seed of Youjiao Palace.

After hearing this, Wu Zun looked a little more serious: "Do you think Xu Meng can win this person?"

"Disaster."

A few months before the auction, when I first met Wang Xumeng, he told me that Meng Hao would not be able to last long after being seriously injured.

But people just held on.

Many times, once things cannot be resolved quickly, they will evolve into a long night and a long dream.

"It's better to call Wang Xumeng back as soon as possible."

He said: "By the way, Master, the Sword Market is about to open. It's time to reveal a little bit about what you asked me to do earlier..."

Before he could say anything, he saw Wu Zun blinking at him.

He felt strange in his heart, and when he looked up, he was suddenly startled.

Mentioning this matter, the smile on Song Mang's face suddenly faded away.

There was restlessness building up in his expression, like a cyclone that could turn into a storm at any time.

How is this going?

Probably sensing his surprise, Song Mang's expression immediately returned to normal, and he said with a cheerful smile: "No rush, no rush, there are still fourteen years, no rush."

Wu Meng's throat rolled, but she still suppressed her words of concern and changed the topic.

Long time no see.

It can be seen that Song Mang is extremely cheerful, while Wu Zun is more like a peer with no restraints. The three of them drank tea and talked freely, with him doing most of the talking and the two seniors listening.

Before you know it, it's been a day.

Wu Meng bid farewell to his master and returned to Dongsanfeng Cave in the Flowing Cloud Shuttle.

Wu Zun followed him.

Leaning slightly, the two stood outside the cave. “This cave is over there.” Wu Zun pointed in the distance.

As Wang Xumeng said, they are adjacent.

"I moved here originally with the intention of competing with Song Mang and snatching you as my precious apprentice. Unfortunately, now I only dare to show off my quick words..."

Wu Meng's eyes flickered: "I would also like to ask the elder, my master previously..."

"He's had a heart problem recently."

Wu Zun narrowed his eyes and said something.

"Tao Xin?"

"I can't explain it in two or three sentences. I'll take my time in the future. Fortunately, when you come back, I won't be the only one who has to waste this valuable product."

Wu Zun shook his head: "Someone is waiting for you, so I will leave first."

Looking at the other party's back, Wu Meng was silent for a long time.

Recalling those years, every time they met, Song Mang seemed to be preoccupied, reading alchemy books in the dark hall.

It is almost impossible to see him practicing in seclusion for a long time.

He had doubts in his early years, but he thought that maybe the foundation-building monks were like this. Now that he looked at it, it had a different meaning.

My master seems to have no intention of practicing Taoism for a long time!

Thinking about it, Wu Meng walked around the bluestone steps and walked a few steps towards his cave home. He saw a figure sitting under the pine trees on the side of the courtyard.

Luo Qingbao.

He had noticed it long ago.

After nearly three years, they met again. The two eyes met in mid-air, but neither of them spoke.

The changes are indeed huge!

Wu Meng sighed in his heart, no matter how many words he heard from others, it would not be as profound as this one glance.

The facial muscles of the person in front of me were stiff, and it looked like he was not someone who smiled often. He was squatting in the dark, and he must have turned hiding into instinct.

Is this still the innocent and carefree Luo Qingbao from earlier?

It seems like a long time, but it seems like an instant.

"Junior Brother Wu."

Luo Qingbao's Adam's apple rolled up and he finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse.

Wu Meng walked to this guy and squatted down: "Have you been waiting for me all day?"

Luo Qingbao grinned, as if trying to squeeze out a smile, but seemed a little stiff.

"Where are your mother and the second uncle of the Luo family?"

"Second uncle is dead."

Wu Meng was silent for a while.

"He listened to your words and divided the remaining descendants of the Luo family into three groups and hid them. He himself hid them in the most conspicuous place."

"Who killed him? Qian Jinshan?"

What appeared in Wu Meng's mind was another figure.

Yakumo Zhen once revealed that as soon as Meng Hao knew that Long Pei was killed by him, he could only get the conclusive information by finding someone from the Luo family.

He was being hunted by Wang Xumeng at the time, which meant that the people investigating were either from Youjiao Palace or were the work of his henchmen.

To a certain extent, it can be considered as tiring for myself.

Luo Qingbao shook his head: "I don't know, but my second uncle once told me that without you, he and the Luo family would have ceased to exist."

Wu Meng was just a little sad.

The path to immortality is like this. Under the rays of light are cold and cruel long steps, and each level requires paying an unimaginable price.

That simple Luo Qingbao is destined not to exist, either to die or to change.

And the second uncle of the Luo family was born in this declining family. Even if he met him, it would only delay the deadline a little.

Of course, there are always differences.

"Walk."

Wu Meng stood up and said, "I brought good wine back from Bamboo Bottom."

Luo Qingbao stood up and followed him, smiling again.

He turned his head and looked at it for a few times, and joked: "It's much more pleasing to the eye this time."

(End of this chapter)