Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 163 The Demonic Shadow Building in the Palace of Darkness

After Wu Meng heard this, he couldn't help but sigh.

Talking about these dusty past events in other people's mouths would only make people sigh at best.

The warmth, coldness, and sadness can only be understood by those involved.

"Do you know when was the only time in these years that I saw Song Mang be in high spirits?" Wu Zun asked with a strange smile.

Wu Meng shook his head.

"Back then, you stirred up trouble and rain in Huaqu, and even caused the head of Qianjin Mountain to run thousands of miles away. When that old man came to save me, he smiled brightly."

After saying this, Wuzun hesitated to speak. In the end, he just smiled and shook his head without saying anything more.

Wu Meng heard the underlying meaning behind his words.

Looking back at the scenes he had interacted with Song Mang since joining the sect, he still couldn't tell that the other party treated him as half a son.

In other words, he pinned some unanswerable emotions on himself.

The ghost whale and spirit toad swallowing techniques were both given by the other party.

Every time he expressed that he felt guilty, the other person would always say, "You will have to do something in the future."

That's what he said, but now that we've reached the threshold of opening the Sword Ruins, things are getting delayed...

After Wu Zun left, he rested for a few days.

Wu Meng thought for a long time and decided to take the initiative to talk things out.

This day, early in the morning.

Before the faint morning light pierced the fog, Wu Meng rode the boat to the first peak hall.

As soon as they arrived in front of the temple, they heard Song Mang's somewhat irritable yelling and cursing, causing the mist to surge.

"Is it because I don't understand what I'm saying, or is the thing around your neck just a decoration? Why don't I take it off for you and check it out?"

"Well!"

Snapped!

A slight sound came, and the palace was completely quiet.

Did you really get it? !

Wu Meng's eyes widened and he rushed into the palace before he had time to report.

Seeing the scene, he breathed a sigh of relief.

I saw a silent disciple in the hall. The head on his neck was intact, but a few aura stones were shattered on the stone wall next to him, causing stardust to scatter in all directions.

He stood still and his figure slowly emerged.

"What are you doing here?" Song Mang's face turned slightly bright and he waved his hand towards the disciple: "Go away and come back in three months."

"Yes Yes……"

The disciples ran out of the hall in panic.

Only then did the other party roll his eyelids: "Are you worried that I will actually chop him up?"

Wu Meng smiled bitterly.

"This kid is not bad at alchemy. He is three to four times as smart as you. But he is lazy and lazy. It is better for me to scare him now than risk his life later."

Wu Meng's face suddenly became clear, but his peripheral vision glanced at the dots of sunstone fragments on the ground, and a look of worry flashed in his eyes.

Although Song Mang was irritable, he had never really taken action in so many years.

Now that the opening of the Sword Ruins is getting closer, the scars in his heart may bleed again.

"You're not here to have tea with me, are you?"

The words brought him back to his senses, and he grinned and said, "I mainly want to ask, what did Master want me to do back then? If I had figured it out earlier, I would have been prepared."

As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence in the palace.

Song Mang stood up and walked around, turning his back, unable to see the change in his face.

"There is indeed something that requires you to go to the Sword Market to find some spiritual materials for my master."

"What kind of spiritual material?"

"Waterfall Yingcao... Sword Shadow Tiger Demonic Teeth... Evil Flame Serum."

"Are you just looking for spiritual materials? Why didn't Master tell me that day?"

"...I haven't thought about it that day."

Wu Meng didn't speak again, just stood quietly.

It was so quiet in the palace that you could hear a pin drop.

After a breath or two, Song Mang seemed to suddenly realize something was wrong.

His tone today was hesitant, completely different from usual. Let alone Wu Meng, even a Danfeng disciple would have noticed something was wrong.

He turned his head abruptly, blowing his beard and glaring, and shouted: "Why are you asking here and there! I ask you to find spiritual materials, just go find them!"

Wu Meng still didn't speak, just looked directly at his master.

The other party also stared at him without mercy.

The two of them stared at each other for a long time, and Song Mang finally looked away with a bad look on his face.

"What did Wu Zun tell you?"

"No……"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the other party: "I've said it all, right."

"Alright."

Song Mang took a deep breath: "If you ask me what I want you to do, of course it is to go to the Sword Ruins to save people!

A century ago, my son Zheng Yu was trapped in the secret realm of Jianxu. I read through the classics and determined several possible places based on Yu'er's route back then. "

Song Mang said expressionlessly.

"These locations are all located on the outskirts of Sword Ruins, close to the core area of ​​Tianzhan Sect. Do you know what this means?"

Wu Meng had collected information about Jianxu.

If the Tianzhan Sect is designated as the core area of ​​Sword Ruins, then from the inside to the outside, it can be divided into four levels: core, eight directions, periphery, and edge.

Since the sect was closed five hundred years ago, ten consecutive explorations by several generations have only pushed the overall progress to the outer areas.

Strictly speaking, after so many years, they have not even touched the edge of Tianzhan Sect.

What happened in the meantime is even more unclear.

Although it is not clear how Song Mang defines "Zheng Yu is trapped rather than dead", if he wants to find someone deep in the periphery, even Shaoxian has to hold his head in his hands.

"To tell you the truth, the first time I saw you, I took a fancy to your intelligence and talent, and alchemy came second.

I'll take you to the Sword Market, and I'll be 20% more sure of saving people! "

"In that case, Master, why don't you just tell me?"

"Because I don't want to involve you."

Song Mang lowered his eyes and his voice was dull, as if it was stuck in his chest.

Wu Meng opened his mouth, but couldn't speak for a while.

Even though he had already made some assumptions when he came, when these words actually came out of his master's mouth, it still gave him an indescribable impact.

There seemed to be a warm current surging in my chest. It should have been a warm and comfortable feeling, but it was blocked instead.

Song Mang didn't know when he turned his back.

"Ordinary foundation-building spiritual materials are plentiful at the edge of the Sword Ruins. Even if they are rare, you can definitely find them near the periphery."

"You have only one goal before this trip, to build the foundation! Do you understand? As for my affairs, it's not your turn to worry about it."

"Go ahead, I've made up my mind as a teacher, there's no point in staying here."

He couldn't help but Wu Meng said something else, and waved his sleeves and robes to drive people out of the hall.

boom!

The stone door of the main hall was closed.

A few scattered pieces of twilight stone dimmed, and the darkness flooded the entire space.

Song Mang raised his head and took a deep breath.

Beside him, there stood a woman in a purple dress with a ferocious face. She had a vicious look on her face and was yelling hysterically.

Song Mang just half-closed his eyes and paid no attention.

After a while, the resentment on the woman's face gradually dissipated, she began to shed tears, and her curses became like mosquitoes.

"You don't save Yu'er..."

"You hurt him, but you didn't save him..."

"You harmed Yu'er! You harmed me! Zheng Binggan! You must die a good death!!"

Tick.

There seemed to be water droplets falling on the cold stone slabs of the hall, smashing into pieces.

Song Mang still raised his head, like a stone sculpture, but his throat rolled slightly.

"It's enough to make a mistake once."

(End of this chapter)