Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 193 Where Qinglan looks back when the wind blows

Spring and Autumn pass by like the wind.

Several months have passed since the ten-year closure period of the Sword Market.

It stands to reason that by this time, the Sword Market Festival, which lasted for a period of a century, should have come to an end.

The major sects should also withdraw one after another and start preparing for the next large and small meetings to re-adjust and divide the pattern for the next fifty years.

However, this time it was completely different from the past.

The atmosphere in the originally lively Zhejianmen became colder and colder day by day.

Now, it has even dropped to freezing point!

It has been one year and five months since Meng Haoyi last appeared!

The rumors in the market, from the initial excitement and praise, to the later suspicion and speculation...

Now, the hearts of the remaining people watching have completely sunk.

Dazed and shocked.

These feelings that Zhou Yunuo and Wang Xumeng had personally experienced back then were now conveyed in a subtle way.

Quietly soaked in Zijianmen.

After all, most people's memories of Meng Haoyi still remain in the grand scene where thousands of people gathered.

It can be said that it is at its most conspicuous and brilliant moment.

Suddenly there were no people.

then……

There's no after that.

Where did he even go? Who will win? They all know nothing!

Of course, there are always a few sober people among the crowd.

And they are the ones who truly bear the extreme shock caused by this ‘fall of stars’.

For example, Yakumo Shin had a bitter look on his face and called someone "Uncle Lin".

Or maybe it's the Zhao sisters standing side by side with different expressions.

Of course there are also white cockleburs, scorpions and so on.

This group of young immortals had fully witnessed the rise of Meng Haoyi, experienced the unrivaled sharpness, and then waited for the news that the 'invincible' had been crushed.

So, what are they?

This is a question that every proud person must think about.

Wu Meng probably didn't expect it himself.

Although he has never appeared, quietly, the fate of many people has been completely changed because of him.

Another two years.

someday.

Black clouds hang from the sky, thunder roams, and the wind howls.

Click!

An earth-shaking muffled thunder made the earth buzz and tremble.

The raindrops fell rapidly and became a torrential downpour.

I saw a faint light on both sides of Maolin, and the broken formations were slowly coming together like brilliant lights.

Together with the dense forest behind it, it disappeared bit by bit.

When the last crack completely darkens...

Waves of silent sighs seemed to resound in the deserted Folding Sword Gate.

The crowd retreated.

After just a cup of tea, there were only empty ruins left.

The cliff in the distance.

The howl of the wind and rain is like a huge wave crashing on the reef.

pat!

A crisp sound, which seemed to suppress the wind and rain, resounded between heaven and earth.

That was the sound of the chess pieces slipping from the fingertips and disrupting the chess game.

The east and west divination immortals sat opposite each other on the top of the cliff. One looked up to the sky and sighed, while the other lowered his hand to touch his forehead.

"This round..."

"What a complete loss!"

The two looked at each other and smiled bitterly, shaking their heads repeatedly, their expressions of embarrassment mixed with a hint of helplessness.

At their level, they are in a commanding position and have a vision that ordinary people don't have. Many things can often be seen through in just a quick thought.

Even so, Wu Meng was still allowed to slip away under his nose... As for Meng Haoyi, it is a pity, but at the moment, nothing is as heartbreaking as letting Wu Meng run away...

"How to do?"

Dongbu Xian, who always had the upper hand, asked.

"What else can we do? Force a good relationship!"

A gust of wind blew across the top of the cliff, and the next moment, the two figures had disappeared.

Less than half a month later, a particularly explosive piece of news spread throughout the Three Continents cultivation world.

Two 'Nascent Soul' level bosses personally set foot on Yunyao Sect and successively admitted Wang Xumeng and Luo Qingbao to their disciples.

It is said that Wang Xumeng was accepted as a disciple by the two elders. Not only did he replenish his foundation and heal his wounds, but he also held a very grand 'apprenticeship banquet'!

The banquet lasted for nearly half a year, and all the famous sects in the three continents came to congratulate him.

Yun Yao's former enemies were even more cautious, walking on thin ice, and their attitude was even lower than that of Chen Mu.

So far, Yunyao Sect has made rapid progress.

In the next hundred years of development, it gradually condensed into the image of the leader of the three continents sect.

Of course, these are all things for later.

Wu Meng was sitting in the teahouse of Qinglan Kingdom at this time, listening to the storyteller telling the legend of a man named 'Unknown Doctor'.

Coincidentally.

He had a whim a little while ago, and after doing some calculations, he realized that today happened to be the day when he would be one hundred years old.

He looked slightly surprised, poured some tea on the table, and dipped his fingers in it to draw.

He started practicing martial arts at the age of fifteen, and at the age of forty, he aspired to the heavenly realm and was unrivaled.

Then he lay dormant for twenty years and tried every means to get into Yunyao.

Afterwards, after forty years of cultivation, not long ago, I entered the realm of foundation building in a daze.

If it weren't for the Yin-Yang Chart, his current life span should have increased to about two hundred years old. In the next hundred years, he should work step by step and continue to plan for the golden elixir realm.

There can be no relaxation at all.

Of course, it would be much easier if, like Wu Zun and others in the early years, they stayed in Sanzhou to relax for a few years.

But the cost is also huge.

"Speaking of that unknown doctor... He went north to Beijing to kick Tongxuan, and went south to pick up stars and level nine lives. He is now invincible in the world... Later, someone watched him in the mountains with his feet soaring into auspicious clouds and his body covered with colorful clouds, but he transformed into a fairy!"

The storyteller's voice was loud and high, which attracted applause from the whole room.

Wu Meng also threw a few silver ingots down.

Now that the foundation is complete, it is time to plan and sort out the harvest of the Sword Ruins, and then set off to the other three continents.

Half a day later, he arrived at Jueshan.

The house where the three brothers used to gather has become dilapidated and lonely.

In the martial arts field in the back courtyard, he saw two wordless tablets, one with sword marks and the other with palm prints.

As expected of Xiao Minghuang, the person who knows him best!

Mostly because I am worried about leaving the beginning and end for myself, even if I die, all the information will be returned to dust.

What's subtle is that Wu Meng estimated that this move really had a certain effect.

Because if the guess is correct, then the Young Immortal and even the subsequent Dongxi Immortal must have conducted in-depth investigations into the Qinglan Kingdom.

As for how much information was obtained, I'm afraid it won't be too much.

Who would have thought that several immortals would be defended by mortals who had long been buried...

He grinned in amusement, took a bottle of wine, and drank it with the two of them.

Immediately, he visited Wang Shisong again.

This made him quite depressed. Neither of his two masters seemed to have a good ending...

Wu Meng shook his head and returned to his early years.

Due to years of neglect, it has become overgrown with weeds.

He transplanted the maple tree into the Immortal Mansion in the Palm, then went back to his room to take a look.

This was just a final farewell, but he didn't expect that this look would actually make him see something that he had never imagined.

In the wooden box under the bed, except for a stack of letters left by Jiang Shanshan...

There was a strange and ethereal 'scroll' lying there.

His eyes widened.

This is not a fairy picture, what else could it be? !

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