Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 103 Two people look at each other with lotus hearts

Deer and fish country.

It is still the Peach Blossom Wood on the outskirts of the capital city.

It was the middle of winter, and clear ice crystals hung on the dry peach branches.

After a gust of cold wind, the snowflakes began to fall.

The snow petals are like flowers, but they have changed color.

Not long after, two figures flew out of the drifting snow and landed in a thatched cottage.

It was the two elders of the Yunyao Sect who had come together for an appointment.

Song Mang arrived a while earlier, and he still looked like an angry fairy with fluttering beard and hair, red face and red neck, and the aura in his eyes was even worse than before, but his face showed a hint of fatigue from time to time.

Leaning slightly, Wu Zun opened the door and strode in with the cold wind and falling snow.

Song Mang raised his eyes and saw that this guy's face was blue, his robe was torn, and while he was breathing, there were stretches of ice crystals spitting out from his mouth.

The temperature is actually colder than the falling snow in late winter!

When Song Mang saw this, he laughed "haha" and waved his sleeves, and a long table, a furnace tripod, incense sticks and other sundries appeared out of thin air.

"I have prepared a mourning hall for you, but you are back!"

Wu Zun grinned.

He turned the jade ring on his thumb, and fairy brews, spiritual fruits, and delicacies from the mountains and seas appeared, filling the long table.

The most important thing is that there are two red soul-inducing candles standing on the left and right, with the word "pine mang" engraved on them in misty fairy script.

"Eat vegetables, eat vegetables!"

Wu Zun "Xiao Ha Ha" took his seat and poured a glass of fairy wine. He raised his head to drink, but he didn't expect that the wine would freeze into ice due to the cold air he breathed out, and he would not be able to pour it out.

"Still eating! I see you have death written all over your face!"

Song Mang cursed, opened his mouth and spat out a dark red flame that was like air, like slurry, like clouds and like rain.

The flames turned into auspicious clouds on Wuzun's head, falling drop by drop, seemingly invisible, penetrating his whole body, splashing everywhere in his meridians and Dantian.

The inside of the thatched hut was filled with the strong scent of elixir.

One month later, the cold poison in Wu Zun's body was almost gone.

On this day, parting.

Song Mang looked serious: "Your injury is only considered preliminary suppression. Are you sure you want to continue?"

"That's natural! After Xu Meng's trouble, the situation has reached its most interesting moment. Wouldn't it be a pity to leave now?"

Wu Zun smiled "hehe", but because he was much thinner, the fat on his cheeks did not tremble as before.

Wang Xumeng repeatedly beheaded several late-stage disciples of Qian Jinshan. It can be said that it was a heavy punch on their spine!

Its seriousness is no less than the death of an elder.

After all, someone who died under her might be able to successfully build a foundation and become an elder within twenty years.

If we only talk about revenge, this punch has already made Qian Jinshan heartbroken!

But for Yunyao Sect, it is not enough!

Not only that, if the two sides had restrained themselves before, this time they were completely at odds with each other and were furious!

The head of Qianjin Mountain personally hunted down Wang Xumeng, and then severely injured Wu Zun, while the disciples of the two sects fought everywhere.

The other three sects are not just watching from the sidelines, but adding fuel to the fire in the dark.

The situation can be said to have reached the most critical time.

Whether it is a matter of taking advantage of the fire or losing both sides, the results will be known within a few years.

Song Mang naturally understood the key and nodded slightly: "Take care!"

"Take care of yourself!"

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A small land of flowers and music, a remote corner.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Meng has been in seclusion in the valley for half a year.

In the past six months, except for occasionally accepting the transmission notes from the second uncle of the Luo family, he had never stepped out of the cave.

Of course, Qianjinshan has made no moves since he sold his head that day.

It was a hot fight outside, but it was rare for him to be quiet here.

This day.

Wu Meng was sitting cross-legged in the spring, and the heat was all over him. He was thinking about the jade slips of Sanhua Puppetry in his mind, and he had mastered the essentials and techniques in the past few years.

Not only that, he also had a profound and unique understanding of many things that were not stated clearly in the jade slips.

The reason why I think about it now is simply because I have gone too far and want to look back at where I came from.

The writing on the jade slip flashed in Wu Meng's mind, and unknowingly, a blank jade slip appeared in his hand.

Following his thoughts, his spiritual consciousness naturally landed on it, imprinting lines of words with flickering spiritual light and breath.

This is Wu Meng’s understanding of the three-flower puppet technique!

When the last word was spoken, the entire jade slip suddenly shattered!

Hundreds of fragments were splashed into the air, and then split into thousands or tens of thousands of fragments. The edges seemed to be eroded and obliterated by fire and thunder, and the words on them were disappearing layer by layer, as if they were repeatedly worn away by an invisible force.

The pieces disintegrated before they could hit the ground.

Wu Meng had never seen this magical scene.

Because just a moment ago, the Yin-Yang diagram behind him suddenly rotated.

Yang Que separated and expanded, like a sky and earth, covering his entire body.

Wu Meng's thoughts exploded, as if the whole world was falling, but his consciousness was concentrated at one point, as if returning to the source of all things.

Wu Meng's consciousness touched the source point, and something invisible seemed to sprout.

Status comes and goes even faster.

The next moment, he suddenly came back to his senses. He was still sitting cross-legged between the spring pools. His body was as familiar as before. There were no new changes, and there were no mistakes or omissions.

The Sanhua Puppet Technique has broken through to the anode, but nothing has changed?

Wu Meng was stunned.

He immediately remembered the Yin-Yang diagram.

Correct!

I wonder if Yangque has ever returned to its place?

Wu Meng concentrated on sensing, and the next moment, his eyes suddenly widened, and his whole body seemed to have solidified from the inside to the outside, including his body and soul!

There is nothing behind him, there is no shadow of the Yin and Yang diagram!

And right next to him, Wu Meng, who was sitting in exactly the same position, was looking at him with the same surprised eyes.

The two face each other, as if illusion collides with reality.

Wu Meng saw the expanding shadow of Yang Que behind the opponent, slowly rotating, deep and mysterious.

It dawned on him.

That one is the real Wu Meng!

Thoughts come together and return to oneself.

Wu Meng opened his eyes suddenly, turned around and looked back, and saw the Yang Que slowly returning to its position, melting into Yin and Yang, and gradually disappearing behind him.

Wu Mengsui turned around and looked around again. There were no other shadows anywhere.

This time he is really back!

Wu Meng felt a sense of survival after a disaster. Various emotions such as fear and confusion made his heart beat fast and he gasped for breath.

Looking back at this time, he had a clear understanding of the previous strange situation.

What he perceived should not be the source of all things, but something similar to what he had glimpsed when the Thunder Eagle was broken, which had the meaning of cleverly seizing creation.

Previously, his origin was taken away unknowingly and turned into another self.

If it weren't for the protection of the Yin-Yang Diagram, he would probably die without realizing that he was no longer Wu Meng.

After calming down a bit, Wu Meng's face was still pale and he was concentrating on perception.

The three-flower puppet technique has undergone new changes.

He started to perform tricks.

In less than three breaths, a shadow appeared, white lotuses bloomed one after another, three flowers withered, and lotus seeds condensed in the void.

Wu Meng felt the changes, and a name emerged in his mind.

Cleverly seize the lotus heart.

Wu Meng waved his hand, and the lotus heart landed on the body of a flying bird.

The next moment, outside of consciousness, there was a flying bird.

(End of this chapter)