Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 76: The Ghost Whale’s Mingming Destruction Technique, Dao Qi

The top of Songmang Peak.

The morning mist drifted, and a great hall stood majestically in the mountains.

When Wu Meng came here today, it was rare that he didn't hear Song Mang's shouting and cursing from the palace.

He waited outside the hall for a moment and saw a slender figure walking out.

The figure's eyebrows are like distant mountains, her eyes are soulful, and her face is somewhat delicate and cunning. She is wearing a long green dress but without the complicated pendants and gauze, making her appear capable yet light and graceful.

There is only a jade bell hanging on the left wrist, and when you get close, you can hear a crisp sound that seems not to be there.

Wu Meng recognized the person.

It was Wang Xumeng who escorted him all the way on the day he entered the sect.

The two met head-on, and Wu Meng saw Wang Xumeng looking at him with strange eyes, seemingly curious and inquiring.

"Senior Sister Wang." Wu Meng took the initiative to salute with clasped fists.

The other party just nodded slightly.

After leaning a little, Wu Meng came to the back hall where Song Mang was.

The light was dim, and on the table at the head of the hall, the scriptures were scattered and the jade slips were scattered in disorder.

In the corner, there is a furnace cauldron emitting wisps of green smoke.

"coming?"

Song Mang asked lightly and raised his eyes to look at it.

Although he asked lightly, his voice still echoed throughout the hall.

After Wu Meng finished his salute, before he could respond, he felt a spiritual consciousness hovering around him, as if he wanted to explore.

This feeling is not that comfortable.

It was as if someone had put their head in front of him, and their eyes were wandering along the skin.

He subconsciously felt some resistance, but unexpectedly he was keenly captured by this divine consciousness.

Immediately afterwards, Song Mang laughed happily and retracted his sizing gaze: "Not bad! Being able to detect my consciousness means that you have broken through the fourth level of Qi training."

Wu Meng was slightly startled, and then realized that he had fallen into a trap.

Song Mang praised: "It was a correct decision to give you the Spiritual Toad Swallowing Technique that day. With your current breathing skills, even the disciples in the late stage of Qi training will hardly be able to see through your true state."

"Of course..." he suggested: "Many times, not being able to see through can explain the problem."

Wu Meng quickly bowed and thanked him.

This is like a mortal being mixed among the practitioners, and his existence is extremely conspicuous.

It seems that from now on I have to let out some breath and try to lower my level. Being able to blend in with the crowd is the real way to hold back my breath.

"okay."

Song Mang waved his hand: "Today I will take the initiative for you and decide on the gift for you. Are you satisfied with it?"

A brocade box flew out from Song Mang's sleeve and settled in front of Wu Meng.

Although Song Mang was asking a question, there was a bit of pride in his expression, and he was obviously very confident about Wu Meng's reaction.

This actually made Wu Meng curious.

He solemnly thanked him and slowly opened the brocade box.

I saw that it was empty, except for a golden silk scarf padded at the bottom of the box, there was nothing else!

Is it possible that this silk scarf is still a magic weapon?

Wu Meng was not worried about his master playing tricks on him, but reached out to take it.

The next moment, an astonishing thorny feeling exploded at the fingertips, spreading throughout Wu Meng's body in an instant!

Rumors are on the back.

Wu Meng felt that every inch of his skin and every bit of flesh and blood seemed to be pierced. His whole body seemed to be placed on a mountain of knives, or perhaps the mountain of knives was within his body.

After leaning a little, the feeling subsided, and Wu Meng finally felt the aftertaste of death.

This reminded him of the Thunder Eagle Breaker a long time ago, who had a similar experience when it evolved.

Of course, although it is similar, it is far from what it was then.

He came back to his senses, looked down, and saw a tapered flying sword lying in the empty brocade box.

The flying sword has an edge but no handle, or it can be said that the whole body is a wounding blade. It is about three inches long, the widest part is only one finger, and it is like a needle.

Its color is dark and flickering.

If the fingertips were not stained with blood, it would be difficult for Wu Meng to detect it with his spiritual consciousness. Seemingly seeing Wu Meng come back to his senses so quickly, Song Mang's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and soon turned normal again.

"This flying sword is called 'Young Whale'. It was created by chance when I was practicing qi and picked up half of the skull of a strange beast. I found this sword through its eye hole."

Song Mang briefly explained the origin.

"Although this sword is far from the best magical weapon, it is the most treasured treasure in my Qi training period. Everyone who has seen it has died."

Song Mang said calmly, but Wu Meng's eyes widened when he heard it, and he was extremely surprised.

What Song Mang gave him was actually a flying sword of the highest grade magical weapon level!

And in the following sentence, how could Wu Meng not understand the underlying meaning?

That means that this flying sword is enough to serve as a trump card and a killing move. Once it is turned over, it will be bloody.

Thinking back to the characteristics of the Nether Whale Flying Sword, it is silent and restrained, which is a perfect match for Wu Meng's best "concealment"! !

With it, the spell system Wu Meng built for himself, including concealment, sneak attack, and remote escape, has the ability to finish a blow.

In an instant, he thought of many things.

Wu Meng opened his mouth and was speechless for a long time. Apart from being surprised, he was extremely moved in his heart.

Seeing his expression, Song Mang laughed heartily, and for a moment the laughter was thunderous, and the beams and pillars buzzed: "If you don't say anything, I will treat it as if you like it!"

Wu Meng's Adam's apple rolled up and he wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Song Mang's wave.

"Go and don't forget to practice alchemy. When you break through to the ninth level of Qi training, I still have a difficult errand for you to do."

Wu Meng bowed again and exited the hall.

His thoughts were swirling and his emotions were mixed along the way. When he reached the palace gate, he suddenly heard someone calling him.

"Wu Meng."

He looked up and saw Wang Xumeng standing on the edge of the mountain.

"Senior Sister Wang, is there something wrong?"

"It's rare that I have some free time today. I want to go to your cave to see Millennium Maple."

Wu Meng was stunned, but before he could speak, Wang Xumeng explained: "The tree in your yard was brought back from Qingyazhou by Luo Qingbao."

"I charge you thirty spirit stones, which is considered a friendship price."

Wu Meng didn't expect there to be such twists and turns.

After drinking some tea, the two fell into the courtyard.

Wu Meng sat down in front of the stone table and boiled water to make tea, while Wang Xumeng wandered around and admired it.

When the water boiled, she sat down.

"When I first heard that Luo Qingbao asked me to buy a tree, I thought he had no hope of making elixirs and wanted to switch to fairy forest gardening..."

Wu Meng said with a smile: "Senior Brother Luo is still far away from changing careers, but what kind of business is fairy forest gardening? Can Senior Sister Wang clarify my doubts?"

"It's just planting fairy trees. It's said to be a scenery arrangement. If you want to do this, you have to be proficient in formations, spiritual plants, and beast control."

"..."

Only then did Wu Meng hear the narrow-mindedness in the other party's words.

How could Luo Qingbao have the ability to do that job?

Thinking about it more carefully, this statement somewhat implies that I spend time and money on trivial matters and delay my practice.

Wu Meng didn't know whether the other party meant it or not, but after chatting for a few words, he could see that Wang Xumeng was in a rather depressed mood today, but it was well concealed.

Wu Meng had no intention of meddling in other people's business, not to mention that the other party obviously didn't want to mention it.

He just poured a pot of tea, and the two of them sat under the maple tree, drank tea, and talked about everything.

Mainly Wang Xumeng spoke and Wu Meng listened.

The point is that what she saw and heard in various places opened Wu Meng's eyes and gained a lot of knowledge.

After a long time, Wang Xumeng stood up and said goodbye, and the trace of annoyance in his eyebrows disappeared without a trace.

"Junior Brother Wu, I'm sorry to bother you today, but I will find a few cranes to put in your pond the next day. But cultivation is the main business."

After she left, Wu Meng shook his head and returned to the room.

It was obviously you who mistook my practice.

Finally, I can study the ghost whale presented to me by my master.

(End of this chapter)