Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

Therefore, as long as there are no accidents, and as long as the top figures of the hundreds of tribes do not directly attack Longshu Monk, then no matter what his purpose is, he will achieve it.

  So, what is the purpose of this monk Longshu? Is he really, as Feng Ling worried, trying to use the Buddhist method of salvation to do something shameful and achieve his own conspiracy?

Meng Zhaolian had never seen the monk Longshu before, so he naturally would not make a rash decision. However, he already had an idea in his mind. Even if he did not get involved in this matter, he must pay more attention to this person.

After all, in terms of identity and position, the other party is of the Beitang royal family, and his bloodline cannot be changed. Now the Beitang royal family is in turmoil, and Meng Zhao intends to split the north and dominate one side. If this old guy is plotting something in the polar ice field and intends to attack him from behind, it will still be a great threat.

Preparation is the key to success, while lack of preparation leads to failure. We still need to take the necessary precautions.

In the end, Feng Ling's reason prevailed and he decided to give up the inheritance of monk Nagarjuna and devote himself to the protection of the Tongshen Tie and the clan war that was about to come.

Afterwards, Meng Zhao's invisible and intangible soul left this place with a breeze, floating and wandering almost between heaven and earth. It was like this all night. When it was dawn, Meng Zhao's soul returned to the spiritual platform. Instead of feeling tired, he was full of energy, radiant with vigor.

"This method is indeed powerful, but unfortunately, without the four-ear magical power of the Tingtian clan, it cannot be fully utilized and there are still obstacles that cannot be overcome."

Meng Zhao was very satisfied with this method of blending into the wind. It brought a completely different feeling to his practice than before.

In the past, his soul was placed in the Heavenly Dao. His soul left his body and wandered in the heaven and earth. He felt a sense of perfection, as if his whole body was integrated with the Heavenly Dao. He felt a majestic, immeasurable, and huge potential force that could kill anyone in the world. When he comprehended the Heavenly Dao and referred to his own martial arts, he needed to be careful to avoid being crushed by the huge power of the Heavenly Dao.

If I were to describe it in one word, it would be that being in the situation, no matter whether it is good or bad, you experience it to the fullest.

But the method of last night when the soul escaped into the wind and drifted away between heaven and earth with the wind was a different feeling.

There is no harmony, and it is not to rely on the Way of Heaven. Instead, it is to observe and watch the Way of Heaven and everything under the Way of Heaven from a completely new, third-party perspective. Without the huge pressure brought by the power of the Way of Heaven, there is a kind of leisurely and contented calmness.

If I were to describe it in one word, it would be being outside the situation, looking at the situation from a third-party perspective.

His comprehension of the Way of Heaven is by no means as profound as that of his soul directly escaping into the Way of Heaven, but he can feel and perceive from another perspective, and thereby stimulate spiritual perception, which the former can never do.

If one were to use another word to describe this method, Meng Zhao felt that the word "fresh" would generally make sense.

In the practice of martial arts, there is a process of going from complex to simple, and there is also a process of going from simple to complex.

The latter is to constantly study an extremely familiar path, but to gain new insights from it.

The former is to constantly learn new martial arts to see more and a broader world, and to sublimate from it and eventually turn it into one's own way.

Therefore, the word "fresh" can barely be regarded as the process of blending various martial arts styles.

When it was dawn, Meng Zhao finished breathing in the purple air, and felt relaxed both physically and mentally. He got up and washed.

Then I saw a very pretty girl walking into the house carrying a food box.

The girl looked like a human of twelve or thirteen years old, with white skin and four ears on both sides of her head that were not scary but cute. Meng Zhao could tell that the girl was probably the daughter of a great man in the Tingtian tribe, or even a direct descendant of Feng Ling. Her bloodline and martial arts skills were also very good, at least at her age.

  Coming to him with a food box at this time, it was obvious that he had an idea. Perhaps, he was instructed and wanted to get some benefits from him?

After all, Meng Zhao has unparalleled cultivation and is a master of martial arts. Just a little bit of food flowing out from between his fingers is enough to make the little girl's belly full.

This is an absolutely lucrative job.

Meng Zhao took the food box and saw six or seven small plates inside, filled with special meat naan, baked buns, bamboo shoots and other side dishes.

From the perspective of people in Shenzhou, it was just so-so. For someone with power, status, and wealth like Meng Zhao, such a breakfast could be considered shabby.

However, this place is different from the areas inside the Great Wall after all. Resources are scarce and the environment is harsh. So even if it is such a simple breakfast, it is actually the best in the huge Tingtian tribe.

It is no wonder that the hundreds of races have been clamoring to fight back to the areas within the Great Wall and return to the ancient times when the hundreds of races fought for supremacy. The gap is really too big.

  Damn it, a big shot among the hundreds of tribes, with unparalleled cultivation and unlimited power, but his quality of life is not as good as that of a small rich man in the interior of Shenzhou. How can this be justified and how can he be willing to accept this?

Therefore, there is still a problem with resource allocation. The Hundred Races are not small Karami. They have strength, foundation, and even background. They will definitely find ways to pull the human race down from the position of overlord. Maybe they can tear off a piece of meat, and then the entire Hundred Races can benefit from it.

Meng Zhao was just stunned for a moment, then he started to taste the side dishes. It wasn't that the taste was great, but it was very fresh, so it wasn't bad either.

It didn't take long for Meng Zhao to finish the breakfast in the lunch box, satisfying his taste buds a little.

Then he looked at the girl who had been carefully waiting beside him and said,

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

The girl was stunned. She never expected that she hadn't said anything, but Meng Zhao made everything clear to her. She seemed a little nervous.

Then she realized that this might be her opportunity.

  The girl's snow-white face showed a blush, her eyes were like flowing waves, and her eyeballs like black gemstones turned around and said,

"Master Meng, I, I want you to teach me martial arts. I, I want to become the strongest person in the acquired realm. I, I want to defeat those who come to fight the clan. I, I want to fight on behalf of the clan. Please help me!"

The girl's words were somewhat confusing and incoherent. If Meng Zhao had not eavesdropped on Feng Ling's words last night, he might have been really confused.

But now he knew very well what the girl meant.

The clan war means that soon a master from the Lan clan will come to challenge and fight in order to decide the ownership of the Tongshen Tie.

However, Meng Zhao was a little puzzled. In the early days of the clan war, it was indeed a best-of-five format, but later it was changed to a best-of-three format, with warriors at higher levels participating in the competition.

Although this girl has good talent and bloodline, she is not qualified for the clan battle, right? (End of this chapter)