Entertainment of Spring and Autumn

Chapter 757 A dream like this

Xue Mu was in no mood to clean up the mess inside and outside the battlefield, so Xiahou Di Wentian led his troops to clean up the mess, transfer the wounded to Yaowang Valley, rebuild the messy Sword Making Valley, and sort out the current chaos at Natural Gate and Haitian Pavilion. .

Mo Xuexin and Mu Jianli also went back to see the damage done to their place by Xu Jing. Xue Mu left Xu Buduo and others to take care of Xia Wenxuan, and soon returned to Lingzhou with the rest of the Six Paths.

Also captured by him was Yuan Zhong. Xue Mu felt that the monk's ultimate move might still be useful.

Yuan Zhong was almost kidnapped by Zuo Qingqiu and You Weiye to go to Lingzhou. He was confused all the way. He couldn't understand that when everyone was happy after the victory, Xue Mu did not enjoy the joy of victory at all. What's going on with that dead wife look on his face?

Aren't your women all alive and kicking, with only minor injuries at most? For martial arts practitioners who are rolling around on knife heads, it's just like eating and drinking. Even if you don't look at Wentian's broken ribs, you still act like nothing's wrong. Are you okay? Lao Na himself was still injured, and Luzhou was also affected...

The most annoying thing was that when he arrived at the Xingyue Sect's mountain gate, he didn't feel like a distinguished guest. Yue Xiaochan was left to chat with him with a smile, while Xue Mu and Xue Qingqiu Yeye disappeared.

According to Yue Xiaochan, this girl did not get tired of her husband. She was responsible for receiving you pitifully. I have already given you a lot of face. What else do you want?

Yuan Zhong couldn't laugh or cry.

In fact, Yue Xiaochan was also wondering. No one, including her, knew what Xue Mu was doing. Could it be that he was happy to be a savior for once and should solemnly report to the ancestor by burning incense? His expression doesn’t look like it either!

Xue Mu entered the ancestral hall and his first sight was focused on the portrait hanging in the front.

Meng Huanzhen looked up at the moon as if it was yesterday.

Xue Mu suddenly wanted to cry.

This is a portrait I drew myself... I painted it last night... But after one night, the painting has turned yellow, covered with thousands of years of vicissitudes.

A dream for a thousand years.

The girl who was leaning on his shoulder last night, smiling sweetly, pecking her lips and saying "Don't be greedy for too much", is this cold portrait the only thing left?

No wonder when I first saw this painting, I felt a distant sense of familiarity in my heart. That’s because I poured my soul into this painting...

Xue Qingqiu and Wei Ye looked at each other silently, and they both felt the deep sadness in Xue Mu's heart.

He disappeared for a day and a night, what happened...

Xue Mu walked forward slowly and reached out to touch the portrait.

This time he was very targeted. His soul penetrated deeply into the portrait and found his own deliberate imprint.

There is another ray of soul intertwined with his own soul, which has been entangled for thousands of years.

Xue Mu was careful not to touch Meng Huanzhen's soul, but only explored the memory of his own imprinting experience.

There seemed to be ripples in front of his eyes, and the scene slowly changed. In a hazy moment, he saw Meng Huanzhen rushing into a room quickly.

Xue Qingqiu and Wei Ye stood up straight in horror, and they also got the feeling at the same time.

"Master!" In the hazy and illusory scene, a young man and woman came forward: "We saw the way of heaven turned into nine cauldrons..."

"Pfft..." Meng Huanzhen spat out a mouthful of blood and stumbled into the seat.

The faces of the young men and women turned pale, and they quickly helped them over: "Master..."

"It's okay." Meng Huanzhen waved his hand: "It was a chaotic battle. Ji Hao and I both suffered losses. No one benefited anyway."

"That tripod..."

"The Nine Cauldrons were scattered in all directions, and the town was automatically divided into eight directions. Everyone also left, and went to recuperate and prepare for the battle for the Cauldron." Meng Huanzhen had a sneer: "I knew that after the Heavenly Dao transformed, there would be no peace. The battle of the day.”

The pair of apprentices looked at each other and stopped talking.

Meng Huanzhen suddenly laughed: "Ji Hao wanted to sneak attack me, and take advantage of the situation when everyone else was injured to take over the Nine Cauldrons and unify the world. But someone was clever and shouted out, causing the scene to be chaotic. Now it's a mess, I think. Ji Hao's nose was so angry that he really deserved it."

The disciple asked: "Who is it?"

Meng Huanzhen shook his head gently, his eyes slowly became melancholy, and whispered: "It is very possible that we will never see each other again... I know why he is sad, because in his heart, I am already a dead person... Maybe... someone who has been dead for who knows how long."

The two apprentices' eyes widened in horror.

"It's just a dream after all..." Meng Huanzhen sighed in a low voice, then remembered something and dug into the Qiankun bag again.

"This is the note that my teacher has memorized recently, as well as the new records of martial arts and combat skills. Keep it for your future practice. Hmm... there is a sentence in it... Ha, forget it, just leave it like that. So what if you change it, are you allowed to find someone to practice dual cultivation at random?"

"Master..."

Meng Huanzhen slowly opened the portrait, looked at it for a while, and then said: "This painting is my spiritual place. I have separated my soul in it. You can understand my great way from it. This is the treasure of Zhenzong. Regardless of No matter what happens in the future, this thing cannot be thrown away.”

"Yes." The apprentice hesitated for a moment and then whispered: "Separating the soul will greatly damage the master's life span?"

"Lifespan is not important anymore. The decisive battle is coming. No matter how Ji Hao and I fight, it will only be a lose-lose situation. Even the winner will probably not live long. What's the use of still having lifespan?"

"..."

"The stars in this painting have been moved by my soul. In the future..." Meng Huanzhen paused for a long time before saying, "If someone causes the stars to move in the future, it will be the pulling of the soul to return to the original state. Portrait, this person is the Lord of Stars and Moon.”

"Xingyue?"

"Yes, our branch will be named Xingyue Sect from now on."

"Yes." Both apprentices bowed to accept it, which was not surprising. After all, Meng Huanzhen's Taoism was related to the stars and moon in the night sky, so the name was logical.

Meng Huanzhen sighed and said, "I promised someone not to fight for the cauldron, but I have to break my promise. I don't care about the other cauldrons. Ji Hao is most determined to get the cauldron with the Dao of the Universe engraved on it. I won't let him get it so easily!"

The two apprentices did not dare to answer. Today, the master's performance was very obvious. She was determined to die and was explaining her funeral arrangements.

"Everyone is working together to eliminate the evil, but someone is plotting against his comrade and seeking his own power. It is destined that his dream will not come true. If I win, nothing will matter. If I lose, Ji Hao will not be able to suppress the situation for a few days, let alone suppress him. Those eight people will gain nine points from now on. Seeing that he is happy in vain." Meng Huanzhen said lazily: "Zheng Wuzi and the others said that I don't care about the overall situation of the country. It's really ridiculous. Do they want me to give them my own head to cut off? I just A willful woman, their ambitions are none of my business.”

The disciples all laughed. People said that Meng Huanzhen was not very good at teaching his disciples and taught them to be a bit evil. In fact, Meng Huanzhen himself had a bit of evil nature in his own nature, and it was even more exposed at this time.

Meng Huanzhen said again: "But you may become a thorn in the Ji family's side. Master feels sorry for you."

The two disciples said: "What are you saying, Master? If Master loses, we should avenge Master. Even if they don't regard us as a thorn in their side, we will fight against them to the end."

Meng Huanzhen smiled happily: "Very good, my inheritance is not in vain."

She continued to take out things from the Qiankun bag, and all kinds of heavenly materials and earthly treasures were laid out on the table: "I gave Zheng Wuzi the materials to make swords before, and I left some good things that were useless. You guys keep them... Hey ?”

She suddenly paused and was lost in thought while weighing a pebble-sized white boulder in her hand.

"Is this a basalt stone?" The apprentice poked his head: "It is said that its solidity can withstand a Taoist blow. It is very rare. There are not many pieces left in the world."

"Hmm..." Meng Huanzhen held his chin and muttered, then suddenly put more force on his hand and started transmitting energy.

The white stone slowly began to show the color of the moon, with a slight yellowish luster.

"Master, what are you..."

"How many places can a stone protect? If you make some modifications to your master, you can trigger an energy reaction, and the shield will automatically activate when you are attacked by true energy. Your master's power will last for at least a thousand years, and you will be fully protected."

The apprentice choked up: "Master..."

"Don't be so moved, I'm just thinking about men." Meng Huanzhen stopped, sweat appeared on her forehead, which showed that this energy transmission and treasure transformation was quite hard for her, but there was a sweet look on her face. With a smile and gentle eyes, he whispered to himself: "It turns out you were the one who changed me."

"Uh...Master..."

"The internal structure of this stone has changed. From now on, it will no longer be called basalt stone, but will be called the Moon God Stone."