Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 80 Everything goes wrong when visiting the old place again

Shangjing.

The Moon of Flowing Fire.

Qinglan Palace.

The sun was setting in the west, the sky was beginning to darken, and the sound of silk and bamboo singing and dancing could be heard in the splendid hall.

Walking into it, the sleeves of the gauze and graceful dancers are flying, ice trays are placed between the beams and pillars, and eunuchs are coming in and out from time to time.

Further up, there are two people on each side of the hall carrying giant fans, waving them from time to time.

Next to the emperor who was sitting in the middle, there were three or four concubines serving him wholeheartedly, smiling coquettishly.

The emperor flipped through the memorial at will, while eating the lychee peeled by the concubine, and then vomited the core into the delicate catkins.

He was able to see things at a glance, with just a few lychees, and five or six memorials were thrown aside.

After reading through all the memorials, he frowned and said coldly: "After searching for so many years, I have spent a lot of money, but you still can't give me even a little bit of information!"

"His Majesty……"

The eunuch ran to the palace, knelt down and said: "At noon today, news came from the Star Picking Pavilion that some traces of the past were found. I was worried that there was a mistake, so I asked someone to check..."

"I don't care about such a good thing, how long do you want to keep it secret?"

The emperor waved his hand: "Drag him out and kill him with a stick."

The eunuch cried and wailed all the way, which was particularly impressive among the sounds of silk and bamboo.

The dancers and the palace music did not stop at all, and the performer did not raise his eyelids for a moment, but the sweat on his face revealed the fear in his heart.

"Your Majesty, calm down." The concubine whispered softly.

The emperor smiled and said: "Finally there is news, I am so happy before it's too late...Jiang Shanshan, you are really easy for me to find..."

The second half of his sentence sounded like a whisper.

When he spoke, his expression seemed infatuated and silly, admiring but slightly mixed with a hint of fear.

On the face of an ordinary husband, this expression would at most be regarded as a sign of fear of the husband's family, making everyone laugh, but on the face of the current emperor, the king of a country, it is completely different.

Some of the concubines lowered their heads to play with their nails, some were enjoying the dance, and some were immersed in peeling lychees.

No one dared to look.

After all, the last beloved concubine who stared at the emperor had her eyes gouged out and was imprisoned in the cold palace.

"Are you looking for Jiang Shanshan?"

A calm voice suddenly sounded.

The sound was casual, just of ordinary size, and could not even overpower the sound of silk and bamboo instruments in this palace.

But it was like a thunder! !

The whole palace fell silent for a moment, and then started to make a lot of noise.

"There are assassins!"

"Help!!"

The concubines fled in all directions, panicking and losing their voices.

On the other hand, the young emperor, who was addicted to wine and sex and was in a state of depression, turned around and pulled out his sword from the shelf not far away, and pointed it at him.

A cold light appears!

"There is still some courage left."

Wu Meng didn't move, but the sword stabbed the air.

The emperor swung his sword and slashed again, but still missed the target.

His face changed drastically, and panic and fear finally appeared in his expression.

However, Wu Meng, a mere second-rate warrior, couldn't even muster the desire to use magic.

He just adjusted his state of mind, causing the opponent to ignore it for a period of time when using the move, resulting in the move being shortened and unable to stab or cut.

This trick is also useful for monks, but the souls of monks are far superior to mortals and cannot achieve such an exaggerated effect.

"Who is Xiao Minghuang?" Wu Meng asked again.

At this moment, the royal guards with black armor and ghost faces finally rushed in. The two leaders were both top-notch masters.

Wu Meng didn't seem to notice, and just looked at the emperor with his hands behind his back, half-smiling.

"Stop it all!"

There were beads of sweat dripping from the emperor's forehead, and his shouts were trembling and high-pitched. It was obvious that he was extremely frightened.

"Do you know my father?" he asked tentatively. Hearing this, Wu Meng couldn't help laughing: "That guy Xiao Minghuang worked hard to conquer the world, but he gave birth to a son and was defeated again."

The emperor's face turned blue and red, but he did not dare to speak.

"Where's your father?"

"...I live in Jueshan and refuse to come down..."

Wu Meng said softly: "Let's talk about Jiang Shanshan."

"Jiang...sister...I heard from my father that after she broke through to the heavenly realm ten years ago, she first wanted to go to the north to find her master, but then for some unknown reason she changed her direction and went into the Western Desert..."

"But...then there has been no news. I...I have been looking for news about her in the past few years..."

Wu Meng's eyes flickered, and she felt surprised and relieved in her heart. Naturally, she also had a lot of worries.

He broke through to the Heaven Realm ten years ago. Counting the time, he had not even joined Yunyao Sect at that time, and this girl was only in her early thirties at most.

Breaking through the heavenly realm at this age would be a fantasy even for Wu Menglai.

In the end, I went to the Western Desert, and there was no news again...

Wu Meng couldn't guess what his disciple was thinking for a while.

He pondered for a moment, planning to return to Jueshan to see Xiao Minghuang before heading to the Western Desert.

Just as he was about to leave, Wu Meng caught a glimpse of Xiao Minghuang's useless son.

"Do you like Jiang Shanshan?"

The emperor's eyes were somewhat averted, and he subconsciously looked at the frightened concubine behind the palace pillars in the distance, and then at the frightened guards.

Wu Meng chuckled and saw the emperor gritting his teeth and nodding.

He took out the Flowing Cloud Shuttle and flew away under the horrified eyes of everyone.

Only a lingering sound echoed in the hall.

"You are not good enough for her, didn't Xiao Minghuang tell you?"

What happens in the palace has nothing to do with Wu Meng.

Wu Meng didn't bother to think about the fate of the dancers, concubines, and guards. Now that he had entered this land of fish and dragons, how could he not hang his head?

Jueshan.

It was dark.

In the old residence of the second prince, Xiao Minghuang was watering the flowers with a pot.

His chest rose and fell, and even the slightest movement could cause him to gasp.

In his early years, he was busy with government affairs. Since he came to the throne, his martial arts has never improved and he has always remained at the second-rate level.

Now that we are seventy-one, the aura is declining faster every year.

Of course, even if you break through to the top level, you will only have to wait for another seven or eight years, which is meaningless.

Xiao Minghuang finished watering the flowers and came to the backyard.

This is the place where the three of them practiced martial arts. Song Moping came less often after he became successful in his studies. Wu Meng was the least qualified and stayed the longest.

A tombstone was erected here at this time, but it was Song Moping's tomb that was moved here.

Xiao Minghuang found an open space and sat down, staring blankly at the courtyard. His silver hair was blown by the wind, and his face was covered with deep wrinkles.

Every day he would come and sit for a while. Sometimes he would think of the three of them having a barbecue in the courtyard, and sometimes he would think of the backs of the two of them walking up the mountain along the path in search of medicine.

Wu Meng is calm and calm, while Song Moping is jumpy and quirky.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

A whisper brought Xiao Minghuang back from his thoughts.

He was slightly startled and turned his head in disbelief.

Wu Meng had been sitting beside him for an unknown amount of time.

He was handsome, handsome, and radiant, just like the young man back then.

Memory and reality overlapped for a moment.

Xiao Minghuang shook his head, somewhat disbelieving it. It wasn't until he firmly held Wu Meng's arm that the reality became clear.

"Can you still drink?"

Before Xiao Minghuang could speak, a jar of wine appeared in Wu Meng's palm.

(End of this chapter)