Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 17 Reunion in the Courtyard

Another few months passed.

Time has come to the Moon of Flowing Fire.

Wu Meng set up a deck chair in the courtyard of Daocang Pavilion. Every time he finished practicing Thunder Eagle Stake and was too lazy to go back to his room, he would sit on the deck chair and spend the night with the chirping of cicadas.

The compact and exquisite courtyard at that time has completely changed.

There is a medicine garden with a crooked-necked maple tree. There are stone tables and chairs under the tree, and there are flower brews and fine wine on the table.

Then there is a stone wall that looks like a screen.

There are countless handprints on the wall, as well as many pierced fingerprints.

These are the traces left by Wu Meng when he practiced using Qi.

Having achieved a small success in the Liuhe Thunder Eagle Kung Fu, he entered the second-rate level, but his true energy in his body was endless and full of strength.

If it is collected in the palm of your hand, you can easily break rocks into mountains. If it is gathered in your legs and feet, you can leap forward and step on water to chase waves.

It can be said that he has completely broken away from the category of normal people, and is no different from the martial arts masters in previous martial arts novels.

Duo duo duo.

While Wu Meng was practicing today, there was a knock on the wooden door of the front hall.

Opening the door, the steward of the second prince's residence stood in front of the door, holding a baggage in his hand.

"Brother Meng, I have a letter from you."

The housekeeper entered the backyard and looked around in surprise. It wasn't until Wu Meng poured a cup of flower wine with a smile that he came back to his senses.

He unwrapped the package and said: "I picked some good peaches and apricots from the orchard, but you refused to go back, so I can only send them to you to try."

Wu Meng thanked the housekeeper and opened the letter.

There is not much content, it is just an announcement of good news.

Xiao Minghuang and his two men will return to Jueshan soon. In addition, they vaguely mentioned a few congenital diseases, implying that the spirit-enhancing ointment they sent was useful.

After Wu Meng finished reading, his eyebrows were filled with a hint of joy.

Another two months passed, until the golden autumn month, when Xiao Minghuang and his wife finally returned.

On this day, Wu Meng heard a knock on the front door. Before he could get closer, he heard Song Moping's loud voice.

"Brother Meng, this small building is really nice, I need to decorate it too!"

"You all want to separate the family?"

Wu Meng opened the door and saw Xiao Minghuang's unhappy expression.

When Xiao Minghuang saw him, he looked carefully up and down, then walked into the front hall without any surprise, then into the small courtyard, looking around.

Song Moping was grinning.

After burning incense, the three of them sat around under the maple tree.

Wu Meng poured peach blossom wine for the two of them and brought two osmanthus cakes.

The three of them looked at me, and I looked at you. They obviously had a lot to say, but they couldn't speak for a while.

In five years, just when the young man was in full bloom, a complete sense of strangeness had accumulated under the familiar background.

Xiao Minghuang's hair is tied into a bun and she wears a gauze dress. She looks free and easy, but without losing her inner meaning.

Song Moping has clear edges and corners, restrained edge, and a sense of ingenuity and lack of craftsmanship.

The two of them just sat with smiles on their faces, but the invisible pressure inevitably spread.

After all, he is a well-known figure.

After Wu Meng looked at the two of them slowly and with interest, he took the lead in raising his cup and took a sip, then raised his eyebrows: "Ming Huangxian and Fu Crucian Carp, it's better to see them than to hear them for a long time."

"puff!"

Song Moping almost spit out the flower brew after taking a sip of it.

Xiao Minghuang couldn't hold back the smile on his face.

The three of them looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

The first estrangement in five years melted like ice and snow in the laughter.

"Wu Meng, if you want to be called an immortal, I have to be inferior to you. It's you who should take this title."

Xiao Minghuang looked at the courtyard, which seemed simple but actually revealed a sense of grandeur. He could get a glimpse of Wu Meng's state of mind, which made him secretly amazed.

"That's right." Song Moping poured himself a drink and agreed.

"We write letters every year and explain everything to Lao Di. You, Brother Meng, are so mysterious that it's not the reincarnation of the old immortal." "I am in this courtyard every day. What do you want to hear? I am now Tell you."

"Then forget it." Song Moping waved his hands angrily.

"Hey, was there a screen here before?" The second prince who was wandering around suddenly asked.

"Well, a few days ago it was an eyesore, so I asked someone to come and tear it down."

The three of them chatted nonsense.

Until noon, Xiao Minghuang and the two were invited to the Jueshan Palace as guests.

Wu Meng was originally invited as well, but he declined.

After leaving, the two didn't come back until evening.

Wu Meng did not insist on staying the night in Daocang Pavilion, but followed the two of them back to the mansion.

That night.

In the courtyard, which is far more spacious than Wu Meng's nest, the three of them were roasting beef and mutton and drinking wine.

"There are a few things that I must say face to face when I come back this time." Xiao Minghuang said seriously.

Wu Meng nodded and listened.

"The first thing is that the Yunling Ointment you sent has amazing effects. My congenital disease has been completely eliminated."

"Really effective?" Wu Meng was quite pleased.

"It worked! It also helped me heal a hidden injury." Song Moping marveled.

"The second thing is that in five years, Mo Ping and I have established a firm foothold in Jiangnan. This mountain is a depressing place after all. Wu Meng, do you want to consider going to relax?"

"We don't have any plans for the moment." Wu Meng answered decisively.

"My Jue Yam Meditation is still far from being profound, and it cannot be separated from local herbal medicines."

This was an excuse that had been thought up long ago.

Wu Meng tried every possible means to clear up his relationship with the second prince, so how could he get involved now.

If you want to fight with the two of them, you must at least break through to the first level and have enough power to protect yourself in front of the royal family.

Seeing that Xiao Minghuang's expression was a little gloomy, Wu Meng thought for a moment and added.

"Five years, at most five more years, I will definitely come to Jiangnan to beg for food from you!"

Xiao Minghuang's eyes lit up: "Really? It's a deal!"

"A word is settled!"

"Five years is too long. It seems that the position of military advisor is still vacant." Song Moping said speechlessly.

"By the way, Brother Meng, I see that you have grown taller again. You must have improved in martial arts?" Song Moping asked.

"It has reached the bottom of the stream." Wu Meng smiled slightly.

"what?"

Song Moping's voice rose a few degrees, with surprise on his face. Xiao Minghuang also looked over with slightly widened eyes.

"Thanks to the Yimu Shengsheng Gong you found for me, it doesn't require high qualifications for muscles and bones. I have successfully started."

Although this is an excuse, it is not a lie.

Although Wu Meng hasn't put much thought into Yimu Shengsheng Kung Fu in the past few years, he still managed to get started and is now not far away from Xiaocheng.

Xiao Minghuang happily clapped his hands: "It's right!"

"By the way, there is a third thing. There has been an undercurrent in the world recently, and the rumors about the fairy jelly and jade dew are getting more and more intense."

Wu Meng was startled: "Didn't it cease to exist a few years ago?"

"This is exactly the abnormality. Now it seems that it was more like someone deliberately suppressed the heat, but now he can't suppress it."

Wu Meng understood.

The intense heat just shows that things are not groundless.

Could it be that something from the immortal family really came to the world?

"Are you also planning to get involved?" Wu Meng reacted immediately.

"That's natural! I wanted to ask you to come with me, but you have such a bad temper..."

(End of this chapter)