Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 67 The miserable wind passes through the hall and the figure disappears

In the past three years after joining the sect, Wu Meng lived in seclusion and devoted himself to practice. Apart from Luo Qingbao, he had almost no interaction with anyone.

Strengthening cultivation is one aspect, reducing the sense of existence and eliminating the impact of Master Songmang's special care is another aspect.

He rarely even went to the market.

At the beginning of the Wuchi meeting that day, he landed at Songmang Peak and followed the crowd. At that time, there were only a few glances at him. Wu Meng thought he had done a good job in 'low-key work'.

Who would have thought that in this dark night, just by the light of the fire, two early stage disciples could call out their names...

Wu Meng was shocked and a little cold in her heart.

At this moment, he suddenly felt the sporadic differences between immortals and mortals.

People like Luo Qingbao who have no city power are the norm among mortals, but become a strange thing among immortals.

Wu Meng's thoughts were spinning in various ways, but his expression remained as usual.

He looked confused, but he wasn't pretending to be so. He was actually a little confused: "Why would the two senior brothers start a fight at the top of their own mountain? Don't hurt the harmony."

The person who was called Liu Qingxi hugged his hands and said, "Junior Brother Wu, I'm sorry."

After speaking, he turned around and retreated from the collapsed wall, his back melting into the night.

"Junior Brother Wu, I'm going too, see you tomorrow!"

The first person to fall in also held his hands.

Although he looked miserable and was even wearing night clothes, his expression and tone were gentle and tolerant.

After saying that, without waiting for Wu Meng's response, he cast a Light Body Technique, jumped to the top of the courtyard wall and walked away.

Too late.

From the time the two of them walked in to the time they left, it only took about ten breaths.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Meng was left alone in the courtyard, facing a mess...

A gust of hot wind swept over, blowing the bun on Wu Meng's forehead.

There is still chill in early spring, so how can there be hot wind?

Because his cave is on fire everywhere.

Flames spread across the eaves and window lattice, and all the vegetation in the courtyard was scorched. The only remaining green bamboo made a 'Bibo' sound in the fire.

Wu Meng opened his mouth.

His eyes wandered hard towards the east wall of the courtyard. The nursery that had just been set up was now open in front of him. How could there be any mist left?

As for the three ambergris seedlings...

It was reduced to ashes in the first wave of fire.

"..."

Wu Meng's eyelids twitched, and an unknown fire surged in his heart.

The two had a fight, patted their butts and left. Half of his cave collapsed, the nursery burned dry, and even the formation flag that controlled the cave's restrictions was broken and damaged.

Not to mention the time and effort required for subsequent repairs, the loss of the spirit stones alone made him feel heartbroken and breathless.

Three years!

Three whole years of spiritual stone were wasted in this unwarranted disaster!

Because of Wu Meng's temperament, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He wanted to catch the two guys and beat them up.

There was silence for a long time.

Wu Meng gradually calmed down.

He carried buckets of water and used fire-bending techniques, and he quickly put out the fire completely.

In the latter half of the night, sitting cross-legged in a room with drafts on all sides, Wu Meng did not meditate anymore, but listened intently.

From time to time, there were sounds of fighting in the wind, and fire flickered on several mountaintops as far as the eye could see.

Apparently he was not the only one suffering tonight.

Wu Meng thought for a long time.

Gradually, I began to care in my heart.

The next day.

Early in the morning, Taoist Songmang sent a message asking him to rush to the first peak.

When Wu Meng arrived, forty or fifty disciples had already gathered in the square in front of the main hall.

It was still the same as that day, among the crowd, no eyes were cast on him.

In the morning mist, there were disciples of the Immortal Sect, some chatting softly, some looking at the sunrise, and some closing their eyes and concentrating. Every time the wind blew, their clothes were fluttering, giving them a good impression of the Immortal Sect.

Wu Meng saw Luo Qingbao approaching and asked softly: "What happened last night?"

"There are disciples from outside sects who are causing trouble, fighting and looting privately, and it's all a mess..."

Luo Qingbao had obviously experienced something, and he was still frightened when he talked about it.

Wu Meng had a guess last night, and now his thoughts were confirmed.

He continued to ask: "Are you okay? How many days has it been going on?"

Luo Qingbao shook his head repeatedly, with a look of helplessness on his face: "The wall of the cave was smashed. Fortunately, I have the figurine talisman you gave me, otherwise the storage bag would have been snatched away." Hearing this, Wu Meng didn't know what to do for a moment. You should laugh when you should be angry.

He reached out and patted the other person's arm: "Mine was smashed too."

"..."

"Where's Miao?"

"Burned to ashes."

"..."

This pair of brothers in distress looked at each other and were speechless for a long time.

After a long time, Luo Qingbao spoke to comfort him, but Wu Meng shook his head: "Do you have any extra spirit stones? I would like to borrow twenty and collect fifty to buy a set of formation flags."

Wu Meng had never been so embarrassed before.

Luo Qingbao nodded and carefully took out the storage bag from his arms.

At Wu Meng's signal, the two men touched their sleeves and robes, and the spirit stones were in Wu Meng's hands, a total of fifty.

"Junior Brother Wu, please take it and use it first, don't be in a hurry to return it."

Wu Meng's eyes flashed, but he nodded and said no more.

After leaning a little, Song Mang walked out of the hall and spoke.

It is the night brawl that is emphasized.

After everyone dispersed, Songmang specially called Wu Meng into the hall to ask a few questions.

Wu Meng didn't want to cause more trouble to attract attention, so naturally he just talked about irrelevant things.

"Wear the jade that I gave you. Ordinary low-level disciples can't help you. Don't hide it yourself if you have something to do. I will make the decision for you."

Before leaving, Song Mang said something meaningful.

Wu Meng was moved, nodded and left.

That night.

The mountain fires started again.

Wu Meng bought a new set of formation flags during the day, which was no different from the previous one. It focused on functions over defense.

This set is for temporary use only.

After suffering such a big loss, he had made up his mind. When he got the money, he would not skimp on the cave restrictions.

The lair has to be built into a turtle shell.

There are slight clouds tonight.

First quarter moon.

When the moon reaches the middle of the sky, a dark cloud quietly floats in, covering the moonlight.

Suddenly.

The wind passed through the hall, blowing the broken window paper, blowing open the bed curtains, and the cross-legged figure in the bed disappeared without knowing when.

……

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Fifty miles due east of Songmang Peak is the Shuojin Peak, which is in charge of the sect's weapon refining inscriptions.

There are three peaks here, all equally high, distributed in the shape of a "pin", surrounded by a vast valley. This is the fire-generating valley. There are hundreds of places where the ground fire can be used to ignite fire and cast slabs.

Of course, Shuojin Peak is also famous for the fact that there are more than 300 large and small spiritual ponds on it.

The spiritual pool absorbs earthly fire, which is hot and cold. Disciples who practice body training can bathe in it with spiritual materials, which can strengthen their body and essence.

Even if it is not for efficacy, it can also be used as a place to relax the body and mind.

at this time.

Under the deserted moonlight, in front of a certain mountain spiritual pond, two men in black were fighting.

One of them expelled the talisman, causing the surrounding canes to extend and whip. Seven or eight canes surrounded and suppressed him, creating an unparalleled momentum for a while.

At the moment when the rattan was surrounded, a dazzling golden light pierced the dark night.

Daylight flashes.

When his vision was restored, all the vines in the sky decomposed and turned into spiritual light that spread out.

The talisman in the man's hand was pierced through and turned into a wood spirit.

A 'Nine Vine Talisman' worth twenty spirit stones disappeared.

The man in black said in fear: "You are a disciple of Qianjin Mountain..."

The other party walked up to him, patted his face, and took away the storage bag: "Save your life, remember my young master's name, and work in the mountains and rivers."

(End of this chapter)