Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 109: The gossip in the restaurant

"Wu Meng..."

As one of the few early Qi-training monks present, Zhang Yuanbai subconsciously murmured in his heart.

He really lacked imagination about this name.

But there was one thing that Senior Brother Wei said wrong. It could be mentioned so carefully by his current senior brother, and then personally approved by the headmaster.

I'm afraid no one here would dare to ignore it.

Zhang Yuanbai thought of this and heard Senior Brother Wei speak an extremely familiar name.

"Jiang Yu."

He was stunned, without even thinking about it, Senior Brother Jiang's voice and smile had already appeared in his mind.

As a new generation of disciples, Jiang Yu and Lin Youjiang are as bright as two stars.

As far as Zhang Yuanbai is concerned, Jiang Yu is a well-deserved senior brother and ‘idol’.

He still remembers the shock and panic when he heard the news of Senior Brother Jiang's death.

So, was Senior Brother Jiang Yu killed by Wu Meng?

Zhang Baiyuan heard the exclamations one after another, and he himself was among them. Who among the people present was not familiar with this name...

When the voice gradually faded away, Senior Brother Wei opened his mouth and said another name.

"Wang Xumeng."

There was no exclamation this time.

The courtyard is so quiet that you can hear a pin drop.

He seemed to be worried that everyone would not understand, so he explained: "This person is only in the middle stage of Qi training, but in the future he may be the second king of Yunyao Sect, Xu Meng."

"This is what the leader himself said."

The second Wang Xumeng!

These words were no less than a thunderclap.

Including Zhang Baiyuan, everyone's eyes were wide open and they were speechless.

Senior Brother Wei seemed quite satisfied with everyone's expressions.

He smiled: "There is no need to worry too much. I just want to let the junior brothers and sisters present understand the importance of this mission, and there is no room for sloppiness."

"Wu Meng has practiced a body-training technique, and the speed is extremely exaggerated, and the tasks of everyone present are to arrange this point."

As Senior Brother Wei said this, he turned his palm over and took out three sets of bright yellow formation flags.

"This is the 'Stacked Rock Thousand Locks Formation' given by the leader. There are seven people in a group, with the person in the middle stage holding the main flag, and the remaining six people forming a group in twos, responsible for supplying spiritual power."

The formation flags were quickly distributed to everyone.

Senior Brother Wei said: "This formation is a series of formations. Once one formation is completed, it can restrain his hands and feet. Two formations will make it difficult for him to move. If three formations are completed, Senior Brother Qian and I will have nothing to do."

"For the next one month, you and other twenty-one people will come to this court every day to practice cooperation. You must be familiar with the method of manipulation!"

The sound in the courtyard gradually fades away...

The other side of the distant flower song.

Bits of snow are flying.

It landed everywhere in the courtyard, and there seemed to be a "rustling" sound in the ears and heart.

Wu Meng stood under the eaves, stretched out his hand to catch a few bits of snow, and let it melt in the palm of his hand, giving it a cool feeling.

He exhaled slowly.

I really didn’t expect that Wang Xumeng would become the ‘scapegoat’ due to Wang Xumeng’s trouble...

This is so similar to Liu Qingxi earlier.

I have to say that cause and effect is really elusive and unpredictable.

He was originally planning to catch the monk surnamed Wei off guard, but now it seemed that the other party had no intention of guarding against him.

What's more, the old man named Qian is standing by...

And if we delay, it will only become more difficult when these three teams become familiar with it.

He couldn't find a way to solve it for a while.

After watching the snow for a long time, he shook his head and returned to the house, put on a snow fox fur cloak he bought from the market, and walked out in the snow.

Today I have an appointment with the second uncle of the Luo family.

I just want to go out and change my mind.

Lean slightly.

Within the best restaurant in Huaqu East City.

As agreed, Wu Meng went to the private room on the third floor and ordered a few dishes that had been agreed upon in advance. He turned to admire the snow scenery.

The private room here has a unique location. You can see the snowy ridges of the towering mountains outside the window, and you can look down at the interesting performances in the hall. At this time, a hand-bamboo show is being performed, which is somewhat similar to the puppet show in previous lives.

In the middle is the stage, with two old men sitting opposite each other, one on the left and one on the right. They are both wearing wide robes and long sleeves, with white hair and childish faces. They look like immortals at first glance!

Wu Meng didn't pay much attention to it.

However, I accidentally listened to a few words, and the dialogue was quite interesting. At first it seemed to be ordinary words, but when I listened again, I felt a hint of otherworldly meaning.

His eyes subconsciously moved to the stage.

The machine made of bamboo pieces is constantly changing its shape under the control of the fingers of the two old men.

Every object and scene is lifelike.

What was being performed at this time was "The Swordsman Kills the Heart".

The name was naturally chosen by Wu Meng himself.

It tells the story of a young swordsman's growth and breakthrough. First, he found a peerless sword in a mountain stream and grew up along the way.

Because of his sharp edge, he attracted a group of enemies to surround him, and he managed to escape from the encirclement with a narrow escape.

However, before he could take a breath, two monsters swarmed him, tore out his heart, took his sword, and threw his body into a mountain stream.

The play with bamboo hands came to an abrupt end, causing a burst of yelling and cursing.

A waiter in a shop hurriedly ran to the stage and tried to persuade the two old men with a sad face. Then the two old men started acting again.

The conversation changed and the young swordsman woke up in a mountain stream. Everything he had seen earlier was an illusion he had when he held the sword.

He suddenly realized that what he encountered along the way was just evil in his heart.

If evil exists in your heart, you should cut it off with your sword.

The young man drew his sword and cut his heart...

Just as we were waiting for the ending, the two old men did not expect that the two old men's movements were so big that they actually destroyed half of the stage and turned it into crumbs.

For a moment, the entire restaurant was almost overturned by the shouts and curses, and cups, dishes, steamed buns and steamed buns were thrown from all directions.

But where is the old man's figure?

Wu Meng looked a little silent.

The two old men were not like immortals. They just knew some tricks and loved to play tricks. They were walking on the street and walked away hand in hand with "haha" laughter.

And the reason why he was noticed.

But after hearing this young swordsman, he thought of the current situation of the sect.

The sharp edge is so strong that it attracts a group of enemies...

Isn't this a true summary of Yunyao Sect's past thirty years?

I just don’t know if the sect can break out like a swordsman...

Less than half an hour later.

The second uncle of the Luo family, who had disguised himself, walked into the private room.

"Why is the atmosphere in this building so hot today?"

"You missed a bamboo show."

Wu Meng smiled, let go of his spiritual consciousness, and surrounded the entire elegant room: "Is there any rumor about sword blanks among the people in Huaqu?"

The second uncle of the Luo family was stunned: "It's hard to say. After all, many people from the Luo family return to the mortal world every year. Although they are also princes and nobles, it is inevitable that the news will leak out."

Wu Meng nodded.

Seeing that he was silent, the second uncle of the Luo family spoke: "The matter has become clearer. In the past few days, Long Pei and fellow Taoist Zhang from the Yunyao Sect have returned to Huaqu."

"You're not keeping an eye on Long Pei, are you?" Wu Meng said.

"No, but Qingbao visited my mother a few days ago and was scolded and punished by the head of the family, which made her very unhappy."

Wu Meng frowned and thought for a moment: "What do you think of Luo Qingbao's attitude towards our family?"

"Hey...both this child and his mother still want to be recognized by the family, otherwise why would they be so swallowed up..."

"What if something happens to the Luo family and his mother?"

The second uncle of the Luo family's eyelids twitched: "Something happened to the Luo family?! How can I possibly bear it!"

"With the big formation here, you can still hold on for ten to twenty years at least, right?"

The second uncle of the Luo family observed Wu Meng's expression.

I saw him shaking his head: "The head of the Luo family has spent so much effort to seize the position of the head of the family. He does not intend for long-term development, so he is naturally just rushing to make a fortune."

"If the current Luo family is exchanged for a sale, the price will only get cheaper and cheaper as time goes by. Do you think he can wait another twenty years?"

"Where can there be a better time to buy and sell than now that the sword blank is in the world and many parties are in a stalemate?"

The second uncle of the Luo family turned pale and was speechless for a moment.

(End of this chapter)