Entertainment of Spring and Autumn

Chapter 752 Such a Patriarch

Of course, staying with Meng Huanzhen is the most conducive to finding answers. She is one of the most central figures of this era. She participates in the most high-level events. She has experienced all changes and watched all the calculations. If you follow her I can't even find any clues, let alone look for them on my own.

But Xue Mu didn't have such thoughts when he said this.

If this girl is destined to not live long, he will do his best to accompany her on her final journey no matter what, no matter what, he will not be lonely anymore.

Anyway, there is no point in being anxious about going back. Thinking about it, we have to wait until the Heavenly Dao turns into a cauldron to find the result.

In this case, before the Heavenly Dao transforms into a cauldron, I should stay with her.

Xue Mu casually stabbed into the sea, and with a clever force like a net, he picked up a sea fish and said with a smile: "Eat something, although you may not need it."

Meng Huanzhen really didn't need it. She looked at Xue Mu's efforts and was extremely surprised: "Is your Thirteen Transformations of Stars and Moon really not my illusion? Where did it come from?"

"Uh..." Xue Mu apologized and said with a smile: "It's not used well, Grandmaster, don't laugh at me."

How did Meng Huanzhen know that the words "ancestor" he meant were sincere? Xue Mu had truly entered the Xingyue Sect and worshiped the portraits in the ancestral temple. He was the direct descendant of the serious Meng Huanzhen...

I still forget whether I knelt down and kowtowed to the portrait too much... Xue Mu stroked his forehead.

The more I think about it, the more embarrassed I become.

From Meng Huanzhen's point of view, Xue Mu's methods could only be peeped from his two incompetent apprentices, and he shook his head speechlessly. It was precisely because of Xue Mu's luck in taking the Moon God Stone when they first met that she felt that it was his own method and that the stone contained his own energy, so she mistakenly thought that this man was the man when she later performed the meditation on creation. It is the incarnation of my own yang shape.

I really don’t know how to explain this misunderstanding. No wonder this man calls himself "Xingyue". We really have a strange connection that we can’t explain.

She sighed: "How can I laugh at you? You use it very well, and it's so good."

"No way..." Xue Mu knew that he had not put in much hard work, that is, he had only become familiar with it. He was always in a hurry when it came to actual combat. How could he actually get a "that's great" from his ancestor?

Meng Huanzhen sat casually across from him. With a wave of his hand, the nearby dead branches gathered together. With another wave, the bonfire was lit.

Xue Mu secretly thought that this is the high welfare brought by force. He skewered the fish and started grilling it. He said with a smile: "I think it is great to have practiced to your level. It is like a god's method."

Meng Huanzhen said: "The Thirteenth Change of Xingyue focuses on the method of transporting energy, rather than rigid formulas. My two apprentices have not fully understood it, which makes me very disappointed. And you have your own understanding and use of some details. , instead of rigidly following what I created, if you haven’t studied for a long time, I can only say that you are a genius.”

Xue Mu was stunned for a moment. These movement skills were not the result of his understanding, but were pointed out by Xue Qingqiu...

There is another real genius, and that is Xue Qingqiu.

Meng Huanzhen looked at him grilling the fish with his chin up, and muttered: "It would be great if my descendants also have a genius like you. If I have any obsession, it is that I hope that my life's achievements will be great." If someone can pass it on and carry it forward in the future, then my life in this world, Meng Huanzhen, will not be in vain."

Xue Mu said sincerely: "Don't worry, there is, it really is."

Meng Huanzhen continued to hold his chin: "I have to find some special means, and I can't just rely on classics... Hey, you said, if I divide a ray of soul and hide it in something, people who learn my magical skills can get it from it. How about finding the resonance and understanding of my way?"

Xue Mu said in a daze: "Sure enough, the brain circuit of the founding ancestor...is it so slippery?"

"Everyone is thinking about life after getting rid of evil spirits. I think my method is more reasonable than the things they use to grab the heavenly props. This is the way to inherit one's own. There are thousands of heavenly ways. Suppose they are divided into nine tripods as you said. , the Tao contained in that cauldron is also very broad, so after being passed down for several generations, it will slowly change, and it will no longer be my inheritance, and I don’t want that."

"You're right..." Xue Mu, who had seen the way of nature become the way of living beings, was so impressed by Meng Huanzhen's foresight. However, without the Xingyue Sect's cauldron, in the The emergence of talents in adversity is also the result of her legacy.

Meng Huanzhen stroked his hand and said, "Sure enough, you support my idea!"

Xue Mu asked: "But will it be harmful to you to separate the soul?"

"Of course it will be damaging, so we can't do it directly. Let's talk about it before we die." Meng Huanzhen said: "Besides, I haven't thought about where to put it now. Not something like Xing Po Yun Miao. This kind of thing that is always at war will be shocked." What to do if they break up...I'm afraid it would be better to hide it in the ancestral hall..."

Xue Mu was speechless: "Then hide it in the portrait. When future generations pray to your portrait, they will be able to resonate with the ancestors."

Meng Huanzhen's eyes lit up: "What a great idea. How about you draw one for me?"

"You haven't painted a portrait?"

"No."

"But I can't draw..."

"I don't think you are stupid. Why do you say such stupid things? You have reached your level of cultivation. How do you feel in your heart, but you still can't reflect it truthfully on your hands? People much worse than you can do it. You have learned from Xingyue Shi Sanbian still tells me that I can’t do it? As long as I don’t learn to color, what’s there to learn about drawing?”

Xue Mu's eyes were hooded, is that so? Is this why this world portrait is so awesome?

No wonder even the founder of Haitian Pavilion can paint murals...

"I have a good pair of silk here. It is made of thousand-year-old ice silk and water and fire brocade threads. I originally planned to make clothes, so I used it for painting. It is not easy to damage." Meng Huanzhen happily took out a roll from the Qiankun bag. The silk was handed over playfully: "Would you like to try it? Oh, by the way..."

Xue Mu watched helplessly as she took out the pen and ink from the Qiankun bag like a magic trick and placed them next to her one by one.

"What does your surprised expression mean? How can you write notes without pen and ink?" Meng Huanzhen finally put out an inkstone and asked, "Do you want to sharpen the ink?"

Xue Mu silently handed over the grilled fish: "Sister, you eat the fish first..."

While this is still grilling fish, you take out things to draw, turning the beach into a study. What a great execution, what a resolute and resolute approach, as if he started to create a new technique while he was still recovering in the cave that day... Probably only this kind of pervert can create a sect... Xue Mu burst into tears .

Meng Huanzhen seemed to realize that he was too conceited. He put the silk aside a little embarrassedly and took the grilled fish with an embarrassed smile.

Xue Mu didn't bring any seasoning, the grilled fish had no flavor, and Meng Huanzhen wasn't as gluttonous as Xue Qingqiu. But as she ate, she slowly fell silent, her eyes a little lost, and she didn't know where her mind was.

It was clear that she was not very similar to Xue Qingqiu in appearance or temperament, but the way Xue Mu looked at her always reminded her of Xue Qingqiu.

Perhaps this founder and the founder of the revival have something in common, passing on the fire from generation to generation. In terms of external performance, there is always something that inexplicably connects Xue Mu.

It's like they are both stunningly beautiful, but they have never had a portrait of themselves. Xue Qingqiu was proud and didn't want others to draw him casually, but Meng Huanzhen was really what this was... He had never thought of such a thing.

He slowly tried to ask: "How long have you been quiet and not thinking about any martial arts, fighting, inheritance, or practice, but just resting in the purest way, eating and sleeping when you should?"

Meng Huanzhen stared blankly at the sparkling sea under the moonlight, not knowing how to answer for a while.

Chances are... it never was.

Xue Mu picked up the silk next to him, stroked it for a while, and said with a smile: "You want the portrait to have a legacy to rely on... But have you ever thought that you are really beautiful?"

Meng Huanzhen finally reacted: "Ah?"

"I think the first priority of the portrait is to retain your most beautiful moments. The inheritance is just a side detail." Xue Mu put away the silk: "That's why I won't eat it casually until I practice hard. Just paint blindly while grilling fish, and let your beauty leave regrets on the scroll."

It should be an ambiguous tactic to flirt with girls, but Meng Huanzhen's reaction was a bit strange. After a while, he hesitated and whispered: "Ying Jinhuan said, beauty is also a way. Even you are like this, so what? It does make some sense, I should study it..."

Xue Mu's face was expressionless.