Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 213 The red sun leaps over the mountain and returns to heaven

After a while, Wu Meng followed the two of them to a mountain.

The horned dragon waved its arms, and a large fiery red cloud rolled out. When the clouds and mist dispersed, a uniquely shaped pavilion was revealed.

Wu Meng looked at it for a few times and felt that the style of this pavilion had a bit of a demonic feel.

This Qiu Longxian seems to have a demon clan background.

In this case, the organization behind it is likely to be inclusive across all races.

The three of them entered the pavilion and sat on futons.

As soon as his butt landed, he felt a sense of surprise.

This futon is extraordinary. Sitting on it, your mind quickly becomes transparent and clear.

It has a considerable effect on improving understanding.

Later, Qiu Long naturally displayed many mysterious things, which undoubtedly reflected the heritage of the four levels of monks.

Of course, this is just a small episode.

Without much delay, the three of them quickly got down to business.

After talking with the two of them, many of Wu Meng's guesses were confirmed.

The cause and effect of Wang Qingshan's involvement is extremely complicated.

After summarizing, there are roughly three points worth noting.

One of them is naturally the factional dispute between the Title Dragon Sect.

From the mouths of the two Qiu Longs, he learned that this matter originated from the fact that the leader of the Qiu Long Sect was approaching his longevity and tried to break through the shackles of heaven and earth through some special methods.

However, for some unknown reason, there was opposition in the door.

The car and horse incident seems to be the embodiment of the game between the two parties.

The destruction of Sanchun Baiyefang this time seems more like some kind of warning and beating.

The second is the seemingly invisible shadow behind Wang Qingshan.

There seemed to be some secrets involved in this matter, so Qiu Long spoke vaguely.

But he still heard something.

The demon cultivator, or the organization behind it, is quite destructive and extremely dangerous!

This group of people were like bloodthirsty vultures, wandering around following the smell of blood.

Every time they appear in the world of cultivation, they will inevitably cause a bloody storm.

Now that the demonic shadow has appeared in the realm of the Dragon Mountain, it has confirmed his earlier premonition in disguise, and a storm seems to be brewing.

Thirdly, Wu Meng had never thought of this, and it was quite unexpected.

Qiu Long mentioned the dynasty named ‘Fan Qian’ behind Wang Qingshan.

According to what he said, a thousand years ago, this dynasty was one of the top large-scale cultivation dynasties in the realm of Longshan Mountain.

Then, it seemed to be affected by some secret things and gradually declined.

It was probably because he wanted to be a favor, but Qiu Long said a few more words about this.

His original words at the time were: "The practice method practiced by the Fanqian royal family in the early years was a pure soul method. It required collecting incense and vows from the people and condensing their own dragon soul essence.

But for some unknown reason, starting from four to five hundred years ago, the descendants of the royal family who practiced this method all had various problems..."

"It's very possible that he is involved in some dangerous secrets..."

"If you continue to bear Wang Qingshan's identity, be careful not to get yourself into trouble."

Wu Meng was only slightly surprised by this, and then thought of the Hidden Immortal Picture.

If his conjecture is correct, then Yinxian is likely to have some unique way of using cause and effect.

For other people, the cause and effect of being as fearful as snakes and scorpions has become the 'nourishment' of the Hidden Immortal Picture to a certain extent.

The more people are exposed to it, the richer and more vivid the picture of Wang Qingshan in the fairy picture will be.

Correspondingly, the harvest fed back to the Hidden Immortal Seal should be even more abundant.

Of course, many ideas are still at the stage of speculation and need to be slowly tried and explored.

Even if he really wants to come into contact with layers of cause and effect, he will still be cautious and careful.

After talking about this, one day has passed.

When the sun rises, half a spire emerges from the top of the mountain.

There was a brief silence in the pavilion.

When they parted, both parties naturally thought of something.

Qiu Long smiled heartily: "Brother Wu Meng, again, are you interested in joining us?"

Wu Meng touched his nose: "What if I refuse?"

In fact, Zhou Yunuo was in front of him, and today he learned from his other two companions.

He has already made his own judgment about the style and style of this organization.

He also believed that with Zhou Yunuo's character, he would never reveal his information unless he had extreme trust in the two people in front of him.

"It's okay to say no."

The one who spoke was Mu Ti, who smiled bitterly and said: "I refused back then, and then I was targeted..."

"Target?"

"That's called protection!" Qiu Long corrected.

Ni Ti nodded: "How should I put it... We have a list to record the geniuses among geniuses. Once you are on the list, you will definitely receive continuous attention."

Wu Meng asked: "Why is this?"

He smiled: "It doesn't matter if you don't join us, but we must ensure that the people on the list never go to the enemy's side..."

"Because the harm it brings to the entire world of cultivation is too serious."

The second half of the sentence was answered by Qiu Long.

"Brother Wu Meng, these guys hiding in the darkness have once overturned the existence of the entire era of cultivation.

It doesn’t matter if you’re not sure, because within a few years you’ll realize their dangers. "

The two of them talk to each other, and I talk to each other.

At this point, some real core secrets of the fairy world are finally revealed.

This also made Wu Meng's pupils shrink, which was extremely shocking.

Subverted an entire era...

He didn't know anything about the events of the previous era, but to call it subversion would at least mean the destruction of an entire cultivation civilization.

What concept?

In the current world of cultivation, from the top five sects to the weakest three continents, everything has been reduced to ruins and inheritance has been cut off, which can probably be called subversion.

That group of demon cultivators could actually do this.

Any normal monk, hearing this, would inevitably feel a chill in his heart, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Of course, when it comes to that.

The purpose and character of the organization behind the two are also self-evident.

After all, if you can treat such demonic cultivators as hostile forces, how can you be weak yourself?

Wu Meng subconsciously rubbed his fingertips and confirmed: "Your purpose is to eliminate demons and defend the Tao?"

"How interesting, isn't it?!"

Qiu Long said with a "hehe" smile.

Mud Tire added on the side: “Actually, it’s not as exaggerated as imagined, the organizational style is still loose.

Although there are no mandatory tasks to eliminate demons and protect the Tao, it is more about acting on one's own heart.

Also, to be honest with Brother Wu..."

Ni Tai paused: "The organization usually recruits people according to the standards of the Secret Immortal Map. Brother Wu, you are an exception."

After hearing this, Wu Meng already had some thoughts in his mind.

He took a small breath.

was about to speak.

Suddenly, above the head, I saw Hongri completely climbing out of the top of the mountain, hanging in the sky, shooting out a majestic tunnel of strange clouds.

This scene is not a novelty in the eyes of people who have lived there for a long time.

But the advantage lies in the subtlety of the opportunity.

The three of them turned away at the same time, and then gathered back together coincidentally.

When they looked at each other again, their faces were full of joy and they were laughing.

After a long time, Wu Meng said: "Brother, my abilities are limited. Even if I act, I must do it on the premise of seeking stability."

"I know, I will report the good news right now... I almost forgot, you have to think of a name first."

"title?"

"That's right, I am the Qiu Long. He is a clay body, and all of them come from the names of immortal pictures. You are the exception and you have to think of one yourself."

"I see."

Wu Meng grinned and said one word: "Hidden."

……

A few months passed by in a blink of an eye. The destruction of Baiyefang in Sanchun set off a wave of enthusiasm within the entire Xianlong Sect.

However, most of the top sects have no mediocre disciples.

The heat only lasted for a few days and then calmed down again.

"Anyone who offends me from carrying a dragon will be punished no matter how far away he is. This is common sense in the world of cultivation. I really don't understand what is worth talking about?"

There are cities around the Xianlong Sect.

In a certain restaurant.

Wu Meng was tasting the exquisite wine, and there were faint sounds of conversation coming from the street downstairs.

The two disciples of the Dragon Title Sect walked away while talking.

"That's it within the sect, there's nothing worth telling."

Song Wanxing ate happily, and while changing dishes, he was finally busy enough to say something.

Wu Meng looked at each other with interest.

We haven’t seen each other for many years, but this guy has actually broken through to the sixth level of Qi training, and is only one step away from the later stage.

You know, the waiter is busy during the day.

Its cultivation speed is usually nearly twice as slow as that of monks with the same qualifications.

If he remembers correctly, when he arrived in Fangzhong four years ago, the other party had just broken through the fifth floor.

Thinking about it, I should have found some opportunities this year.

"How long will it take for you, the waiter, to finish this job?"

Song Wanxing waved his hand: "Thanks to you, I will soon be promoted to deputy shopkeeper. I will work hard and be able to be a decent dangdang when I reach the ninth level of Qi training."

"What about foundation building?"

"Foundation building?"

He thought for a while and said: "Usually, you have to spend your life to build the foundation, but there are exceptions. Just transfer to a better industry."

He asked curiously: "What is the highest level you can reach on this path?"

"Ninety-nine percent of them are practicing qi. There may be one or two people who successfully build the foundation every hundred years. As for the golden elixir and Yuanying, they are legendary figures."

Wu Meng nodded.

Even in the fairy world, there are so-called class barriers and corresponding ways to rise.

The monks from the Three Continents cannot win the favor of the outer sect, and the upper limit is to build foundations.

And here, two or three waiters at the lowest level can successfully build a foundation every hundred years, but their upper limit is also limited to building a foundation.

As for how to break the ceiling?

Of course, I relied on chance to cheat.

Class is harsh, but anything is possible.

To a certain extent, this is also a cruel and uniquely charming side of the world of cultivation.

Wu Meng was just curious and asked, and the topic quickly turned to business.

"The Wang Qingshan you are following left the clan on a mission last year and has not returned yet." Song Wanxing said through his teeth.

"Well, what else?"

"It's still related to him. Half a year ago, it was said that a general from Fan Qian Dynasty came to arrest someone with an imperial decree."

Wu Meng was startled: "Isn't he a prince? Could it be that he has been deposed?"

"I don't know. I heard that something was stolen... The general didn't get it and is still living in the city!"

After Song Wanxing finished speaking, he took a sip of wine and said, "The affairs of the royal family are really messy."

After exchanging a few words, seeing that there was not much news from the other party, Wu Meng stood up and left.

The next few days.

He explored the city through other means.

That general was a late-level cultivator at the Second Pass, and indeed still lived in the city, sending people to the Fireworks Willow Alley every day to keep an eye on him.

But he has a good grasp of Wang Qingshan's character.

However, what is quite funny is that because the fake Wang Qingshan cheated "Sanchun Baiyefang" a few days ago, this industry has been in trouble recently.

Where the general was watching, the doors were closed one after another.

There was probably nowhere to look at, and two days ago, he simply left in despair.

As for what he said Wang Qingshan had stolen...

Wu Meng rummaged through this guy's storage bag, and finally fixed his eyes on the incense burner.

In my memory, I picked up the incense burner from my great-grandfather’s house when I went back a few years ago.

After all these years, it was actually defined as stealing. I don’t know if this is an excuse to catch someone and put him in jail, or if this thing is really extraordinary and needs to be recovered.

Of course, there is no problem for the time being.

The next day.

Outside the Dragon Sect, there is a vast cloud platform.

Wu Meng's figure emerged from the teleportation array.

He stepped between the cloud platforms, not in a hurry, but slowly smoothed up his robe and hair crown.

The Yuntai here is the reception platform of the Xianlong Sect.

It is built on the hillside of Mount Xianlong. Under the strange clouds, there are various magnificent immortal buildings in Taichung, built and arranged according to unique formation rules.

In the middle, guarding a golden Shenglong Bell.

Even from a distance, you can feel a strong sense of oppression and majesty.

There are nine similar reception platforms in the Xianlong Sect, which receive different levels of disciples and visitors according to their levels.

Wu Meng, or rather Wang Qingshan, was at the lowest level.

His expression was cold and arrogant, and he was dusting his sleeves without looking away.

From time to time, disciples would pass by, glance at them briefly, then move away as if nothing had happened, turning into streaks of light and disappearing into the formation's light curtain.

A moment.

He finally straightened his clothes.

Just as he was about to lift his feet, a voice suddenly came from behind his head.

"Brother Wang is back so soon?"

Turning around, the person coming was already approaching.

He has a green cloud crown on his head, wears a simple and elegant robe, and has a handsome face with a naughty air.

He seems like a pretty interesting guy.

However, when the memory in his mind clicked, Wu Meng's face immediately became a little colder.

This person's name is Qiu Xue, a monk in the early stage of foundation building, and the nephew of a golden elixir deacon in the sect.

He and Wang Qingshan were monks of the same batch.

Because of the similar temperament, he became an elder brother to Wang Qingshan thirty years ago.

During their intimate period, the two were inseparable, often working together to perform missions or explore secret places.

However, after Wang Qingshan fell into decline, he gradually became distant and indifferent.

That's all.

After all, the warmth and warmth of human relationships are mostly based on status.

However, in the past ten years, Wang Qingshan's sect's salary has been severely deducted, and he thought it was his early enemies who were secretly at work.

Unexpectedly, a few days ago, when leaving the clan, Qiu Xue actually came to the door with a storage bag.

It is said that brothers practice it.

I didn't think anything of it at the time, but Li Zong came back to his senses, and when he opened it, he found that the amount of spiritual stones and treasures inside was exactly the same as what had been withheld over the years!

Wang Qingshan was so angry that his eyesight turned black.

In the early years, the resources provided by the family from the dynasty were divided among the good brothers.

Unexpectedly, in the end, he didn't even help, but instead he added insult to injury.

Wang Qingshan is not a good person, but this one is a well-deserved snob.

Wu Meng snorted coldly: "You must be disappointed when my prince comes back, right?"

"How could it be? It's not too late to be happy!"

"That's good, there will be things to make you happier later."

Putting aside the harsh words that should be said, Wu Meng stopped paying attention to this guy and turned around to walk to the edge of the formation.

He paused invisibly, then stepped in.

hum!

There seemed to be tremors in the water, turning into a golden token shadow, hanging above his head.

It seemed like scanning, but also like cleaning, covering his whole body.

This feeling lasted only a moment.

When he stepped back on his feet, he was already standing on the edge of the cloud platform, and his field of vision suddenly widened.

A fairy-like mountain with a graceful air and treacherous clouds, like a rolling scroll, suddenly opens towards the end of the field of vision and towards the high peak.

(End of this chapter)