Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 34 How can we remember our original intentions when we meet again?

The blade came suddenly, but not suddenly.

For any second-rate master, the power of this sword is enough to make him frightened.

But long before the opponent took action, Wu Meng had already captured the changes in Qi.

He held it up with one hand, making a virtual grip like an eagle's talon. He dispersed the blade's light with just the energy that escaped, and then pinched it with two fingers to firmly jam the blade.

The powerful sword was so easily defused.

Looking up again, his eyes followed the hand holding the knife to the familiar yet unfamiliar face.

"Liuhe Thunder Eagle Skill! Who are you?"

Song Moping couldn't move the knife, his expression changed, and he kicked Wu Meng in the heart.

"I guess this kick was a feint." Wu Meng smiled and did not offer any resistance.

As soon as he finished speaking, the kick changed direction and hit the handle of the knife.

What made Song Moping's expression change drastically was that Wu Meng seemed to be cooperating with him, twirling his fingers slightly, and the blade of the blade suddenly turned and wiped away at his neck.

To put it simply, Song Moping kicked the knife towards his neck.

In the eyes of an outsider, most people would laugh at it and say it was bad luck, saying it was a mistake.

But the fear in Song Moping's heart was intense to the extreme.

In desperation, he had no choice but to use an iron bridge to avoid the blade in a panic.

The moment he lowered his waist, seven or eight money darts flew out from the breastplate, and the edges shone with a green light, which was obviously poisonous.

Naturally, a few darts were not top-notch, and Song Moping was fighting for a chance to breathe.

Unexpectedly, the expected attack did not come, and the opponent retreated long ago.

On the contrary, the money darts were matched with the iron bridge, making it look like he was performing acrobatics.

Just a few random moves, Song Moping's heart was already filled with chills.

As a hussar general under the eldest prince, he has seen many first-class ones, and even had a winning record using special means.

It is precisely because of this that he can clearly feel the difference between the other party and the ordinary first-rate.

This is a freak that came out of nowhere!

He didn't dare to make any more unnecessary moves, he just stood up silently and picked up the knife.

Naturally, Wu Meng was also sizing up this childhood friend.

Song Moping wore a majestic scale armor, with a ferocious face and sinister temperament. Even though he was submissive at this time, there was no unnecessary expression on his face, and he looked like a superior with unpredictable thoughts.

Not only that, Wu Meng also smelled a strong smell of blood from him.

If it can be accumulated to this extent, the number of lives under its control can only be described as countless.

The previous brief fight, in which Zhao Zhao was vicious and sinister, obviously conformed to this judgment.

However, in five years, Wu Meng really didn't expect that a person would change so much.

Wu Meng shook his head and stepped aside: "You came at the right time. You can take me away."

Song Moping's eyelids twitched as if seeing the miserable look on King Qing's face. He didn't step forward, but held the knife and asked, "What do you want?"

"Nothing, just asking him a few questions."

Song Moping said no more, stepped forward and stabbed Prince Qing in the ribs, then picked him up and carried him on his shoulders.

"Thank you..." He turned around and left, pausing as he passed by: "You look a bit like a friend of mine."

"Is it?"

Wu Meng did not look back: "You are a bit like a friend of mine."

Song Moping's footsteps suddenly stopped, and his whole body seemed to be petrified and motionless.

After a long while, he finally spoke, his voice hoarse and low: "Wu Meng?"

"Song Moping."

The alley fell into an eerie silence for a while.

Song Moping's body trembled like chaff. He did not look back, as if he was trying his best to suppress his emotions.

Wu Meng was the first to break the silence: "Can I ask you a few questions?" "I have questions too."

"Then you ask first." Wu Meng said.

Song Moping turned around, it was hard to tell what kind of expression he had on his face.

Surprise, shock, disbelief, and a hint of shame.

Even though he tried hard to suppress his inner emotions, complex expressions still intertwined and changed on his face.

He moved his lips for a long time, shook his head, and squeezed out a stiff smile on his face: "You are the first among the three to become a first-class master. Thinking about it carefully, I actually think it should be so. You have been better than me in everything since you were a child. How could it be possible that he only failed in martial arts..."

When Wu Meng was about to speak, Song Moping waved his hand: "No need to explain, Wu Meng, everyone has secrets, and I am no exception."

"Who said I had to explain? I was afraid that you would be shocked, so I wanted to comfort you with a few words."

"..."

Song Moping opened his mouth and was speechless for a moment.

For a long time, both of them chuckled.

Song Moping was in a daze. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he smiled like this. It seemed like it was just yesterday and so far away.

It felt incredibly relaxing, even if it was just for a moment.

He raised his head and took a deep breath: "I have no problem, Wu Meng, tell me what you want to ask."

"Well."

Wu Meng's face became serious: "Does the five-year agreement still count?"

An indescribable expression appeared on Song Moping's face, one part guilty and one part surprised.

This seems to be a question that has long been forgotten, just like a mature person should no longer mention childhood dreams.

"Are we going to explore the world together? Wu Meng, Xiao Minghuang and I can no longer look back."

"Like you never envisioned our path..."

"Maybe in the future, when Xiao Minghuang sits on the dragon throne and I am still alive, the three of us will have a chance to drink together."

Wu Meng was silent for a long time and nodded: "Take care!"

Song Moping grinned: "By the way, I just want to ask you a favor."

"I designed to capture the general of the Flying Mask Army a few days ago. This man is not as dirty as King Qing's camp. He is upright. He has never harmed the people wherever he marched. He would have killed him if he wanted to, but that day he followed him No money was found on him, but a thick stack of letters was found, which seemed to be addressed to his son..."

"This man had his limbs and limbs cut off at that time and was imprisoned in the Owl Emperor's Prison. It would be a pity to die. If you are willing, you might as well make a fortune."

Wu Meng raised his eyebrows, this world was too small.

"But your surname is Long?"

"You know him? That's easy."

Without saying another word, Song Moping walked away with the knife and the man hanging on his shoulder.

Before leaving, Prince Xiao Qing looked at Wu Meng as if he had seen a ghost.

Wu Meng smiled at him.

With Song Moping's methods, since people had listened to the conversation, he obviously would not give him another chance to speak.

……

……

Just a few days after the New Year, the breaking news of King Xiao Qing's execution spread throughout the world.

The powerful man who once threatened to go to Beijing and have the throne in sight fell. It is said that he died in a tragic manner, like a ghost.

In comparison, the news that a prison van in Linjiang was hijacked and an unknown prisoner escaped seems unremarkable.

It's unknown whether the Owl Emperor was relieved, but with his hands free, he began to surround and suppress Xiao Minghuang with all his strength.

Disputes continued in the south of the Yangtze River, and the rivers and lakes were in violent turmoil.

Wu Meng, the key figure who brought this turning point to an early stage, quietly closed the door of Lihua Courtyard.

(End of this chapter)