Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 162: Thousands of Taoist minds share the same destination

Wu Meng frowned: "Did you fight against Meng Haoyi?"

Wang Xumeng seemed to want to nod, but as soon as he exerted his strength, blood oozed from the wound on his neck.

"I couldn't keep people..."

Wu Meng heard a strong sense of frustration and dejection from these words, and couldn't help but raise his eyes and look at the other person again.

In my impression, Senior Sister Yunyao may be tired, but she is always confident and fearless. I have never seen such emotions in her.

But having said that, he was not surprised at all by this result.

Meng Hao was a young immortal and had defeated the Foundation Establishment Elder. No matter what method he used, at least his character and methods were not bad.

What's more, in Penghui City, he felt this indirectly.

Given Wang Xumeng's tired state at the time, the two sides might be evenly matched in a head-on confrontation, but it would be easy to fall into a trap when chasing someone forcefully.

Of course, these are things to follow.

After many years of getting along with each other, when the other party 'knocked' on the door of the cave, he understood that if this senior sister came to the door, she could just drink and drink tea, and there was no need to mention comfort or reason.

Because reaching this point is a decision, it has nothing to do with right or wrong.

He led people into the courtyard.

Then he took seven or eight more jars and gathered them around the shallow pool, introducing them one by one.

"You have tasted Jiaoxueguojiu, Mei Lingxian, Biyexian, Fenxinjian, and Bamboo Bottom wine."

Wang Xumeng's eyes lit up a little, and she asked curiously: "You still collected the wine recipe at the bottom of the bamboo? I saw you practicing hard behind closed doors a few years ago, and I thought you had changed your temper."

He smiled and said: "I didn't buy it intentionally. I got the recipe from an interesting person."

Seeing that his curiosity became more and more intense, Wu Meng talked about the situation in an understated way. Even so, he listened with interest.

The two chatted and drank.

Unknowingly, a few hours passed and the scene was already dark.

Wu Meng raised his eyes and took a look. Most of the senior sister's face was hidden in the night, her eyes were slightly squinted, and her expression was very comfortable.

Darkness and loneliness, these things that are rejected and hated by most people, seem to be arms that can be clung to for the other party.

He gave up the idea of ​​changing the restrictions and lighting up the courtyard.

"Junior Brother Wu, do you know..."

Wang Xumeng suddenly said: "I have been envious of you since the first time I came to this courtyard."

Wu Meng was slightly surprised: "I was still in the early stages of Qi training at that time."

He shook the wine cup and said, "It has nothing to do with cultivation..."

"You are taking the path that I most want to take, but will never be able to take. I don't even dare to think about it, for fear that I will have unrealistic expectations and become weak and fearful."

The drunkenness in her eyes was like swaying in the pond, and she smiled sweetly: "Being able to sit like this for half a day is the greatest indulgence."

Wu Meng lowered his head and stared at the light in the glass.

The other party's path is like this, always accompanied by death. The more tenderness, the less hardness, the more ties, the less bloody.

And the lack of these things may be a reminder in the next crisis.

Some people may ask why we took this path.

The reason is simple, not everyone has the opportunity to make a choice.

Wang Xumeng put down the wine cup and stood up. The drunkenness on his face quickly dissipated, and his rationality gained the upper hand again.

"Junior brother Wu, thank you for the wine. I haven't paid off the last one yet, so I owe you another meal."

"Put it in the account." Wu Meng joked and said seriously: "What are your plans next?"

The other party pointed at his neck: "We can only recuperate first, and then we can settle the score with Meng Hao when the Sword Market opens."

It seems that when he said this, he did not consider whether he could beat his opponent or not.

Or rather.

It doesn't matter if you can't beat it or not. He said: "How about trying to build the foundation first?"

"Don't worry, I know what's going on."

Watching the other party fly into the night with great energy, he shook his head and laughed, then turned and returned to the courtyard.

The door slowly closed.

After a short pause, it was a peaceful and tranquil practice life again.

……

In the following years, Wu Meng lived in seclusion.

Although he is now at the level of 'Eldest Brother' and has a great reputation in the sect, instead of being lively, the courtyard has become even more deserted.

Wang Xumeng never came again.

The same is true for Luo Qingbao.

On the contrary, Taoist Wuzun would come and visit once every six months.

The other party discussed friendship with him as an equal without any airs. Not only that, the two of them had common topics in some aspects.

Wuzun knows a lot of secrets.

It's not the kind that involves the origin of the world, but the kind of 'filial piety' and 'peach scandal' in the world of cultivation.

Wu Meng was not very interested at first, but after listening to it several times, his curiosity for knowledge increased.

For example, the head of Qianjin Mountain, according to Wu Zun, his Bingchan foundation was obtained by marrying into a declining family.

However, this daughter of an aristocratic family is especially fond of delicacies and delicacies. She has a heroic personality and loves to train her body. Her body weighs more than a thousand kilograms.

When Wu Zun mentioned this matter, he said proudly: "Don't think it's a big deal. Back then, I told Elder Qianjinshan about this matter. After his leader learned about it, he chased me for more than several months. That girl Xu Meng I just had a chance to escape."

Wu Meng was dumbfounded.

It is hard to imagine that a person as sophisticated and calculating as the leader of Qianjin Mountain would make such a move that could be described as 'losing his mind'.

In this regard, Wu Zun's explanation is: "Everyone has weaknesses, it just depends on whether you can handle them properly."

Of course, while chatting, this troublemaker couldn't help but talk about pine mango.

From his mouth, Wu Meng just learned about the unknown side of his master.

Song Mang is now over 150 years old. He was born into a poor family. When he was still a boy, his temperament was much better than that of his age. He was favored by the elders at that time and became his disciple.

After that, the domineering nature of his nature gradually emerged.

This thing, if it has strength, it's called domineering, if it doesn't, it's called arrogance.

He was born with mediocre capital, so he was often excluded and targeted by his peers.

But it doesn't matter whether he is rough but fine, or whether he is lucky, he is such an arrogant person, and he can always stay in the "competition".

"The treasurer's qualifications are mediocre, but he can always grab treasures, and his cultivation speed is not slow. He will bite anyone who plots against him. Over and over again, there are a few more mortal enemies, but a large number of common enemies."

The last time the Sword Market was opened, he successfully built the foundation and was promoted to elder.

Later, he became a Taoist couple with his master, the fairy who brought him into the door.

The two gave birth to a son named Zheng Yu.

"Those were the most prosperous years for Song Mang, and his domineering nature reached its peak. Of course, he has the capital to be domineering, but it's a pity..."

"problem occurs?"

Wu Zun breathed a sigh of relief: "I have a strong personality, but my son is extremely weak. A century ago, Song Mang forced Zheng Yu into the Sword Ruins. Who would have thought that he would be trapped in a secret realm, with his life or death uncertain."

"After that, his Taoist companion was eager to save his son, and forced his way into the remaining formation of Tianshou Sect, and his body and Taoism disappeared..."

"After that, Song Mang locked himself in the palace for several years. When he came out, there was something wrong with his Taoist heart. He was never seen practicing again."

　There's only one chapter tonight, don't wait.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)