Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 79 Xu Meng’s Past Returns to Qinglan

Since Luo Qingbao left the sect, Wu Mengdong Mansion has become a place where no one cares about it.

Different from the deserted place, Yunyao Sect has been very lively in the past three years.

There are often visits from noble families and sects, and the fairy bells are always ringing. There are more and more sect missions issued at Sanjiang Peak every day.

The entire sect seemed to be in a prosperous state.

This day.

Wu Meng was practicing magic in the courtyard when there was sudden movement from the formation restriction.

There was no movement from him to perform the trick, so the restriction opened on its own, and Wang Xumeng walked in.

She was only wearing a simple white dress. Her face was pale and her breath was weak. There was still a sparkle in her eyes, but it was far from as spiritual as before.

"injured?"

Wu Meng quickly asked people to sit down.

Wang Xumeng has gained a high reputation among the disciples in the past few years.

Wu Meng rarely went to the shop, but even if he had the rare opportunity, he would hear gossip about it every time.

Now she is considered the number one among Yunsui's disciples and the future pillar of the sect.

Wang Xumeng forced a smile and shook the porcelain bottle in his hand.

"Come here to ask for a few bottles of healing elixirs from Senior Song Mang. It's still early and I don't want to go back to the cave to sit around. I thought it would be interesting for you, so I just came over for a walk."

Wu Meng took two porcelain cups and pointed at them. Ice crystals bloomed in the cold cups.

Then he turned around and brought up a jar from the well.

Wang Xumeng looked at him with interest and praised: "Your tricks are really beautiful. Is this Mei Lingxian?"

Wu Meng smiled and shook his head: "Juice."

"Juice? Is it another novelty you tinkered with?" Wang Xumeng's eyes brightened slightly and she asked curiously.

As soon as she finished speaking, a glass of light red juice was pushed to her.

She came closer and sniffed, her eyes widened slightly: "Dragon blood fruit? Two or three spiritual stones and one spiritual fruit, you use it to squeeze the juice?!"

Having said that, she couldn't wait to pick it up and take a sip.

The rich fruity aroma mixed with spiritual energy is like an icy wind blowing all over the body.

“Delicious!”

After drinking a glass of wine, Wang Xumeng became more energetic, and her eyes subconsciously fell on the porcelain altar.

"Do it yourself, this is the one for this year." Wu Meng poured himself a glass.

"Now that you say that, I won't be polite."

Wang Xumeng drank three cups in a row. He first imitated Wu Meng's method of using ice to drink, and then developed his own different drinking methods such as fierce fire, strong wind, and fragrant grass.

It was a great time.

After a long time, she stopped, poured a glass and started to sip it.

Even so, she still had lingering amusement on her face. It probably wasn't that she didn't want to continue 'playing', but that she was holding back.

"interesting."

Wang Xumeng nodded, still unfinished, "Wu Meng, seeing how leisurely and interesting your practice is, I want to change my career to alchemy."

"I can recommend it to Master."

Wu Meng was just joking, but Wang Xumeng shook his head as if he had really thought about it.

"That's not possible. I've made a calculation."

"Disciple Yunsui receives a monthly salary of fifty spiritual stones and six hundred spiritual stones a year. What can these spiritual stones be used for?"

Wang Xumeng raised a finger: "Two bottles of Containing Pills."

Hanyun Dan is the most commonly used Qi-gathering elixir in the later stages of Qi training, and its improvement in cultivation is even worse than Qingshe Pills.

Of course, it's not that the medicine is less effective, but that the amount of spiritual energy is too large in the later stages of Qi training.

"If we only rely on monthly salary to survive, we won't even be able to collect the elixirs for practice every year, not to mention the consumption of spells and magic weapons. If we want to build a foundation, the number of spiritual stones we need to accumulate will be even greater!"

Wang Xumeng's eyes flashed with memories.

"When I was thirteen years old, I had just joined the sect, and my talent was only so-so. I had practiced a few half-baked spells, and then I went to the Great Wilderness Valley with a few senior brothers to practice.

Unexpectedly, a barren valley crocodile beast bit his arm and dragged him into the swamp.

At the critical moment of life and death, I used the magic weapon given by my master to kill the wild crocodile, and then I hid in the smelly quagmire for three days before my senior brother found me. ” ˆ ˆ Wu Meng was a little surprised when he heard this.

Wang Xumeng continued.

"After returning to the sect, I had nightmares for a year. In the third year, I left the sect alone to wander around. I found a cave, but it was a trap set by evil demons..."

She took off her sleeves, and there was a strange and terrifying bloody eye printed on her left arm.

When Wu Meng looked at it, his eyes even blinked, which was strange and penetrating.

"This is what was left at that time, all suppressed by the soul-suppressing bell in my hand."

"And here."

Wang Xumeng lifted her long hair and exposed the back of her neck.

There is a bone spur nailed to it, and the skin near the spur turns black and transparent, like a pool of ink. Looking down, you can see the dense barbs connecting the meridians and bones, glowing.

"This was outside the Sword Ruins. While exploring the ruins, I was hit by a magic cultivator's spell."

"Of course, only a few left traces, and most of them have healed."

Wang Xumeng shook his head, shook back his black hair, then pulled down the sleeves of her skirt, returning to the image of the flawless senior sister.

Wu Meng's eyelids jumped.

He suddenly understood why Wang Xumeng could see through his intentions of hiding in the forest that day when he entered the sect.

Because she has experienced more or less of this.

"Practice is a step-by-step process. I often think, if I had stopped leaving the sect after returning from the Great Wilderness Valley, ten years later, would I still have the courage to take that step? How can the cultivation resources in these ten years support me? Where do I go?"

Wang Xumeng wiped his hand on his waist and took out a jade slip.

"The accounts have been settled, Wu Meng, this is my thank you for today's juice."

After a moment of leaning, Wang Xumeng, who had something to say, left.

Wu Meng picked up the jade slip and saw that it was a map of the world of cultivation.

He glanced briefly, and a flash of shock flashed in his eyes.

He had looked for maps in the market, and there were indeed many for sale, but most of them were limited to Fengxi Continent, and even the details within the continent were quite vague.

For example, the Qinglan Country is an area the size of a fingernail, with almost no markings on any map.

But the one left by Wang Xumeng was different. The details were a thousand times more detailed, and the scope covered three continents.

It makes sense for a picture like this to sell for thousands of spiritual stones.

The meaning of what the other party said and left behind with this map couldn't be more obvious.

That is to advise Wu Meng not to enjoy comfort anymore, but to step out of the sect as soon as possible.

Being able to say this, Wang Xumeng has obviously regarded him as a true friend.

Wu Meng accepted this sentiment.

It’s March again.

On this day, Songmang's transmission talisman arrived in the cave.

"The sect has something to do and we have to go to Qinglan. Do you want to go?"

Wu Meng was startled, and many memories came to his mind.

It has been nearly thirty years since we parted ways with Qinglan, and now we are barely able to stand on our own feet. I have never thought about going back, but when the opportunity is presented in front of me, I feel a little tempted.

It’s okay to go see old friends.

It just so happens that Qing Lan still has an opportunity that has not yet been solved.

Wu Meng agreed.

In the following month, he made several trips to Sanjiang Peak to finish his mission.

It was only then that he realized that it was easier to enter the sect than to leave the sect. In order to prevent the skills from being leaked, special restrictions need to be planted in the mind.

Of course, after going through these procedures, there will be no restrictions on the next time you go out.

Ten days later.

In the sky above the forest on the northern border of Qinglan Kingdom, a shadow of a flying shuttle flashed past.

If someone happened to raise their head, they would just think they were dazzled.

(End of this chapter)