Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 36: All the rest is over

Long Xiaoxie rubbed his head in embarrassment.

What he said was to take a look, but the other two people present understood the underlying meaning.

It should be an examination of the school.

Wu Meng briefly restored what happened.

It should be that Long Xiaoxie Youzong mentioned himself intentionally or unintentionally in the letter, which aroused his father's curiosity and wanted to come to the door in person to check the 'new idol' for his son.

Fan Laodao seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "I said ugly things for Angkor. I don't want to come to the door empty-handed, but I can't hide my secrets either."

"Then I'll ask him to bring something, and no one will come in." Long Xiaoxie looked awkward.

Wu Meng waved his hand: "If you listen to Lao Fan's deception, don't worry and invite him to have a cup of tea."

The old Taoist whispered: "It's not just a matter of tea."

……

……

The next day.

Wu Meng was packing her bags in the house when there was a 'dong dong' knock on the courtyard door.

The old Taoist came in first, with a somewhat surprised and uncertain expression.

"Dragon Master is in the front yard, I'm here to blow some air first!"

"How do you brag?" Wu Meng asked.

"I only took a look at it from a distance. You are very impressive and sharp. You are indeed a first-class person!"

"It's coming, don't say it anymore..."

Wu Mengzheng took the tea cup and put it on the stone table when he saw a tall figure walking in.

The figure wears a bamboo hat and a brown robe, with a five-foot-long sword hanging on his waist. His thumb is always on the top of the sword hilt, moving like a dragon or a tiger.

At a glance, all he could see was the straight bridge of his nose under the bamboo hat and half of his face with a light beard.

He looks like a decadent swordsman.

As people walked closer, Wu Meng was covered by a huge black shadow.

"Dragon Master, wait!" Long Xiaoxie couldn't catch up behind him.

Long Daxia had already picked up his bamboo hat and said in a cold voice: "You are Xiaolong's..."

Halfway through the words, there was suddenly no further text.

"..."

"..."

The old Taoist asked tentatively: "Friend?"

"Brother?"

Long Daxia, however, seemed to have been cast a restraining spell. He stared at Wu Meng in shock, unable to say even a single word.

With this look, no matter how slow a person is, he can realize that something is wrong.

"Sit down and drink tea." Wu Meng smiled.

No one moved, all looking at Long Daxia.

After a while, he seemed to come back to his senses: "Okay... okay..."

Long Daxia sat down, and as if he suddenly remembered, he quickly removed his hand from the hilt of the sword, then took off his bamboo hat and carefully placed it on the stone bench beside him.

The series of actions couldn't be described as orderly, but more like respectful.

Fan Laodao's eyes widened, and the shock on his face could no longer be suppressed.

"Dragon Master, do you know each other?" Long Xiaoxie was a little unbelievable.

Long Daxia was silent for a moment: "Young hero once..."

"I helped him a little in a difficult time." Wu Meng said, pushing the tea cup in front of the other party.

Long Daxia fell into silence again, nodded slightly, raised his tea cup and drank it all in one gulp, then stood up and clasped his fists heavily at Wu Meng.

"I didn't have a chance to say thank you that day, and I don't think I'll ever repay you in return."

Long Daxia bowed deeply: "Xiaolong, Wu Shaoxia's words are my words. Even if you tell me to die, you will do it. You are not allowed to frown."

After saying that, he clasped his fists again and turned to leave.

Only Fan Laodao and Long Xiaoxie were left looking at each other in the courtyard.

That night, Long Xiaoxie came over with a bag of gold ingots, at least seventy or eighty taels.

Wu Meng did not refuse and gave the other party a few bottles of elixir he had concocted himself. Of course, they were not pills processed by the alchemy technique. In the next few days, the old Taoist often came over to drink tea, dragging Long Xiaoxie with him.

His attitude didn't change much, while Long Xiaoxie was much more reserved and even dodged a bit when he looked at Wu Meng.

Wu Meng's solution to this problem is simple.

Just a few beats will be enough.

Sure enough, after being beaten three times, the battered Long Xiaoxie suddenly became enlightened.

It was probably because the warrior's bloody spirit was aroused. Instead of being depressed, he was full of fighting spirit.

The eyes that looked at Wu Meng were not only full of awe, but also filled with a lot of closeness and admiration.

This is completely treating Wu Meng as an elder.

In the future, maybe there will be another Wu Daxia.

……

Another half month has passed.

On this day, Fan Laodao knocked on the door of the pear courtyard, poked his head in, and saw that the courtyard was empty.

Leaning slightly, the two panting people stood in the courtyard. You looked at me and I looked at you, with a look of despair on their faces.

On the stone table, in addition to a farewell letter, there was also a guest token from Zhaixing Pavilion.

Seven days later.

Su Qixing rushed to the Liyuan after a long journey.

He stopped under the pear tree, raised his head and stared for a long time.

Later, he sent a group of stable servants to live outside the pear courtyard, maintaining and taking care of it every day, striving to maintain its original appearance.

The previous tokens were taken away, but two new tokens were issued, one each for Fan Laodao and Long Xiaoxie.

……

Wu Meng didn't know what changes had occurred after he left.

For him, the complicated matters in the Liyuan were over, and it was time to embark on the road to explore the world.

He first went back to Jueshan.

The once prosperous sect now only remains in ruins.

Xiao Minghuang's mansion was covered with seals, and the courtyard where the three of them had barbecued and drank wine and made a five-year agreement was overgrown with weeds.

As for Daocang Pavilion, Wu Meng's first home in this world was burned to the ground in the early battles, leaving only a few blackened beams.

On the contrary, Meng Xiaolei's cemetery was preserved because it was too desolate.

Wu Meng stopped and stared for a long time, shaking his head and laughing.

The people and things in Jueshan seem so long ago and yet yesterday.

Looking back now, I can't help but feel sad and laughable.

In the past, Jueshan Palace, which tried hard to gain access to the royal family, worked hard and gave away martial arts and pharmacopoeia, but it was destroyed overnight at the hands of the royal family.

Two young men who once dreamed of being a knight, one of them has become ruthless and bloody, and the other is probably plotting day and night...

Wu Meng shook his head.

If it were not for immortality, I might have to jump into these quagmires one after another, rolling several times, unable to control myself, misfortune and fortune, until I am so wrapped up that I don't even recognize myself.

Fortunately, no matter what time, the choice is always in your own hands, it is nothing more than the speed of time.

Thinking of this, he felt extremely at ease for a moment, and his steps down the mountain became brisk.

In the next two years, Wu Meng traveled around the Qinglan Kingdom as he pleased.

His presence has been left in the Eastern Border, Western Desert, Jiangnan and even Shangjing.

Wherever he went, he never missed the delicious food, beautiful scenery, or interesting humanities and customs.

When you are interested, you stay there for a few months; when you are bored, you move around four or five places.

Of course, he has not slacked off when it comes to martial arts.

Without the Liuhe Thunder Eagle Kung Fu, I could just concentrate on practicing the Yimu Shengsheng Kung Fu.

Yueyuguan also never slackes off every day.

About half a year ago, his thinking and perception underwent an extremely significant qualitative change.

After that, any technique that caught his eye could be understood at a glance. Knowledge that seemed complex and messy in the eyes of ordinary people was as obedient and well-behaved as a tamed beast in his eyes.

Thanks to this, Yimu Shengsheng Gong, a martial art that emphasizes understanding, has been almost perfected in just two years.

(End of this chapter)