Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 186 The situation changes and a letter comes from far away

One year.

In Zhou Yunuo's view, although Song Mang's demonization was suppressed by Wu Meng through some magical means, it still caused indelible harm to him.

Based on the fact that an ordinary foundation builder has a lifespan of two hundred years, he should have nearly a sixty years left to live...

Now there is only one year left.

For practitioners, it is just a period of retreat.

Wu Meng asked a few more questions, and his mood became quite heavy.

"What are you talking about?"

Song Mang's loud voice sounded from behind.

The old man walked out of the lake: "I haven't asked yet, is this fellow Taoist from Three Continents?"

Zhou Yunuo nodded, and instead of greeting him, he briefly introduced himself.

Song Mang also returned the gift seriously: "Old Taoist, my Taoist friend is only at the first level, but his temperament is deep and unpredictable, and his strength is probably far from being as simple as it seems. Thank you, Taoist friend, for taking care of my beloved disciple all the way!"

Zhou Yunuo glanced at Wu Meng and shook his head: "Fellow Daoist Mo is the one who takes care of me."

Seeing this, the old man smiled, turned around, and his expression became serious.

"Master, I thought about it and decided to stay here..."

Wu Meng said nothing.

He was not too surprised by this result.

One year is really too short. With Master's personality, it is highly likely that he will choose to stay here after reflecting on it.

And although he was reluctant to give up, he didn't say a word of persuasion.

Song Mang reached over, patted him on the shoulder, and immediately took out a storage bag.

"This is what I have been looking for, Master. There are no treasures, but there is a lot of information about the Sword Ruins. I think you can use it."

"The rest of the things I want to give you are all inside. Take a look after you build the foundation."

Song Mang turned around and faced the lake: "Go, leave the Three Continents, and go to the vast world that truly belongs to you."

"..."

There was a long silence.

Looking at his master's back, Wu Meng finally nodded, but before leaving, some fragmentary thoughts suddenly emerged in his mind.

He took a jade slip, arranged it slightly, and placed it on the messy grass.

Immediately, he kowtowed to the master, turned around and left.

"..."

After a long while, Song Mang let out a long sigh of relief and turned around, his face looking sad, but more of a look of relief and happiness.

He looked at the place where Wu Meng left for a long time before taking the jade slip into his hand.

After exploring for a moment, his expression showed slight shock, and he suddenly turned his head and plunged into the lake.

Another half a year has passed, and people come here occasionally.

At first, there were rumors that there was a crazy old man in the foundation-building stage at the bottom of the lake. However, those who arrived later did not see him and just regarded it as random nonsense from the predecessors.

However, there seems to be something more in the broken mirror...

Of course, these are all things for later.

Wu Meng was in a depressed mood. After walking for a day, he came to a sparse woodland with leisurely twilight.

This is a green field on a gentle slope with a gentle breeze and a magnificent sunset.

"I can't walk anymore, let's rest for a while."

Zhou Yunuo frowned and complained.

This was the first time Wu Meng saw such an expression on the other person's face. He looked serious when telling lies.

He couldn't help but laugh: "It's time to take a break and clear your head."

"I guess you are going to enter Bafangwei next. If you are in this state, you may not be able to get out of it." The other party reminded.

Wu Meng nodded: "I didn't have the time to say anything when Master was driving people away. I actually had some ideas at that time. Now I'll leave it to my fellow Taoist to judge."

"Can I listen?"

"Fellow Taoist, I've seen everything I shouldn't have seen, and there's nothing I shouldn't hear..."

Wu Meng was angry and stretched out three fingers: "State of mind, evil, sharp intention."

"Feng Rui? That's called Po Qi Zhenyi." Zhou Yunuo corrected.

Wu Meng wrote down the name and continued: "I think these three are... keys to the deep secrets of the Tianzhan Sect."

When approaching the lakeside, the phantom of 'Ren Lu' appeared beside him, but Zhou Yunuo knew nothing about it.

This was obviously due to him being infected with 'inner evil'.

At that time, he wanted to mobilize his mood to explore, but he felt extremely dangerous.

In other words, state of mind is also a necessary condition for reaching behind-the-scenes dangers.

In addition to these two, if there are other conditions, then it is most likely to be the ‘Po Qi True Intention’.

Looking back at this moment, Meng Hao was one of the people present at that time, but he was not guilty.

Songmang fell into a demon because there was something wrong with his heart, mind and soul, so he was naturally indispensable for his sins. He has been hit hard and his mood has probably condensed.

Only the true meaning of Po Qi is missing.

Of course, these are all speculations without much basis, and rashly contacting the secrets behind them may not necessarily lead to good results.

He had no way of judging this.

It is precisely for this reason that when I left, I left the jade slip for the master to make his own decision.

After hearing this, Zhou Yunuo opened his lips slightly and was so shocked that he could not speak for a long time.

Wu Meng didn't expect the other party's reaction to be so strong. Seeing this, he simply set up the wind-absorbing beast array and threw the Immortal Mansion out of his palm.

Bang!

The Immortal Mansion exploded, and there were both billowing fairy mist and bursts of rays of light.

A courtyard with an elegant layout and ethereal temperament gradually becomes real.

Leaning slightly, he sorted out the storage bag given by Song Mang in a dilapidated pavilion with cornices and water surrounds.

At this sight, some of the depression that had dissipated in my heart came back again.

Song Mang left behind a lot of things. In addition to information related to the Sword Ruins, there were foundation building tips, techniques, elixirs, and even spiritual materials.

Probably he has put his whole life into it.

He just looked at it briefly and felt that after establishing the foundation, many troublesome things that he should prepare for had been considered by his master in advance.

Send yourself one last journey...

Is this the way Master chose?

Wu Meng sighed, and the warmth in his heart dissipated a lot of his depression.

He turned his attention to other things. Song Mang even thoughtfully burned the jade slips and conveyed the information in many flying swords.

This will prevent him from getting more sins.

After reading it, his eyes flickered with joy.

I have been looking for the "Cuiyuan Treasure Tree Base" for a long time, but I didn't expect to find news from Master! !

Coincidentally.

It is also somewhat involved with the ‘White Sword Society’ that they had contact with previously.

The message was recorded in an inconspicuous corner, as it says...

On a certain mountain in Bafangwei, there is an upcoming auction, and the Chuiyuan Treasure Tree Base is one of the gifts.

The news ends here.

Among the tens of thousands of inscriptions on jade slips, only one sentence occupies one sentence.

Come to think of it, even back then, this foundation-building technique was not considered a valuable thing.

This is not because of its poor quality. It seems that the conditions for practicing this method are too harsh, and it is impossible to find a suitable person, so it becomes a 'cheap' thing.

The next day.

The two embarked on the journey again.

In the storage bag given by the master, there is a broken map of the Tianzhan Sect.

Wu Meng compared the map and recalled the huge sword shadow he saw when he was at Zhejianmen, and drew a circuitous route.

In fact, it was all thanks to Wu Zun’s reminder that day.

When he saw the map, he instantly realized the existence of the Sky-Zhanying Sword Shadow.

Because this map is 'three-dimensional'.

There are a lot of routes between the two points. To find a feasible path, you need to deduce it according to certain methods. Time, sword shadow, and weather are all key factors in the deduction.

In other words, the line he drew may seem circuitous, but it may be the shortest one.

In response, Wu Meng could only shake his head.

He estimated that if he had not practiced the "Ji Zi Suan Jing" in the martial arts world, he might not even be able to understand this most basic map...

The threshold is really too high...

……

More than a year has passed by in a blink of an eye.

Nearly three years have passed since the opening of the Sword Market.

Calculated based on the normal time of ten years, the round trip is divided into two, each occupying five years. In other words, there is only less than two years left for Yiying Shaoxian to explore deeply.

At this time, several young immortals who have attracted a lot of attention have touched the edge of the eight directions.

Most of the remaining disciples began to embark on their return journey.

Some relatively conservative people have even returned to the dense forest from whence they came.

With the return of the tide, a lot of information was brought out together.

After another half a year, the channels were completely opened, and the flying swords began to fly back and forth in the forest, delivering the latest news gathered from everywhere.

Zhejianmen, which had been deserted for several years, began to become lively.

In the three continents, elders and disciples from each major sect came to garrison, and everyone worked together to open up a market.

Specifically used for trading information.

Each sect sent people to Fangshi every day to collect letters from all directions, trying to piece together the scene of their disciples there.

This day.

In the market place built on the ruins of the ruins, two of Yun Yao's disciples were walking through the crowd.

These are two female disciples. They have good looks, but they can only be regarded as ordinary among the immortals, and their cultivation is in the middle stage of Qi training.

Although the two of them looked young, they were no more than thirty.

But there is no doubt that if there is no great opportunity, the perfection of Qi training will be the end of their practice.

There is no hope of building a foundation.

After all, when the sword market opens next year, they will probably be nearly eighty years old and their lifespan will be short.

It sounds quite desperate, but this is the normal state of those who cultivate immortality, and it is also the largest group in the sect.

For them, life is different. Adjusting their mentality as early as possible and enjoying the rest of their lives is the right answer.

It's a pity that there are always people who are unwilling to be ordinary.

These two people are examples.

The two of them walked through the city, trading information with people from time to time, both with gloomy faces and depressed expressions.

In the past month, two pieces of news about Yunyao have become hot topics, both of which are bad news.

‘Song Mang is crazy. ’

‘Wu Meng died. ’

Elder Danfeng and one of the strongest disciples in the sect were killed together in the Sword Ruins...

Ah Qing still remembers that when she first heard about it, she was completely stunned. She was confused for several days before she came back to her senses.

She took the initiative to invite Ying to come here precisely for Wu Meng, the handsome junior brother she had only met once.

From stopping him in front of the door, to later identifying him, to the endless rumors.

This junior brother unknowingly became a beacon of light at the end of her spiritual path.

But now, the light suddenly went out...

Ah Qing couldn't believe it, so she made an appointment with her friend and spent another month exploring the market.

However, things became clearer and clearer.

Elder Song Mang's madness has been completely confirmed.

Wu Meng died in the sword pool, and his heart was pierced by ten thousand swords. This is the version narrated by Shaoxian himself.

Snapped……

The jade slip in her hand fell, and A-Qing tried to hold on, but she collapsed and covered her face, squatting down.

At this moment, a strange fragrance wafted into the nose.

The aroma is extremely quiet, as if it has been refined from the top of the snow-capped mountains, and it penetrates the heart and spleen with just one sniff.

"Are you a disciple of Yunyao Sect?"

A high-pitched voice came down.

Ah Qing instinctively raised her head and saw a fairy in a purple skirt standing in front of her, looking down at her.

Her appearance is so beautiful that it makes people forget to breathe just by looking at it.

Probably tired of waiting, the other party said again: "Are you looking for information about Wu Meng? I have one here, do you want it?"

"what……"

A-Qing saw the broken flower between the other person's eyebrows: "Are you... a disciple of Nian Hua Yueting?"

"Zhao Xueying."

The other party spit out three words coldly.

Ah Qing was greatly shocked. No one had ever seen her, but her name was like thunder.

The impatience on Zhao Xueying's face grew stronger, and she threw down the jade slip: "The source of the news, Qian Jinshan..."

"Lin Youjiang."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Ah Qing thanked her repeatedly, but the other party didn't seem to hear her. In other words, she didn't take her seriously from beginning to end.

It is said that the elder sister who held the flower to hold the moon was arrogant and cold as ice.

It seems worthy of the name.

However, Ah Qing had doubts in her heart. As the senior sister of a rival sect, it would be great if the other party did not add insult to injury. How could she take the initiative to send a message?

Not only that……

She recalled the scrutinizing gaze of the other party earlier, and vaguely felt that there was a trace of hostility hidden in it.

What's going on?

She picked up the jade slip and carefully tested it several times before placing it between her eyebrows.

The next moment, her eyes suddenly lit up, and her face showed ecstasy.

……

"How about it, Brother You Jiang? What do you think of my proposal?"

At the edge of Bafangwei, under a shade, Yakumo really took the initiative to speak and extended an invitation on behalf of the sect behind him.

Lin Youjiang nodded without thinking: "Thank you, true brother, for your support along the way. I deserve it, and I can only repay it slowly in the future."

Yakumo really grinned: "You owe me nothing. I owe it to you to guide me along the way and open my eyes!"

In fact, more than half a year ago, at Lin Youjiang's insistence, the two returned to the sword washing pool and explored it inch by inch.

The reason why he waited so long was because Yakumo was really worried about the devil.

This exploration almost made Yakumo's state of mind almost shattered!

Jingxin Road by the lake has been completely abandoned, with tangled vegetation and wetlands in a mess.

The hundreds of ravines in front of them all showed the terror of the sword shadow that day.

However, after searching through his special state of mind, he found no sign of the dead person...

Then, the two began to deliberately search for clues about Wu Meng.

Under the guidance of Qianhuishan, the two found some clues.

Search all the way and marvel all the way.

Until now, Yakumo really can't figure out how Wu Meng survived.

What made him even more stunned was that the two of them met the Zhao sisters on the way. When talking about Wu Meng, the young and the beautiful were both tight-lipped.

It seemed that he had fought before and his energy had been completely defeated.

After thinking about all these things, he just felt that Lin Youjiang was really a god.

"Brother You Jiang, Meng Haoyi has been very popular recently and is about to break through the second level. The two of them seem to be not far apart. What changes do you think will happen next?"

He asked humbly.

(End of this chapter)