Chapter 752: So patriarch

Of course, staying with Meng Huanzhen is the most conducive to finding the answer. She is one of the core figures of this era. She participates in the most advanced events, goes through all the changes, and observes all calculations. If you follow her Can't find a clue, let alone look for it yourself.
But Xue Mu didn't hold this thought when he said this.
If this girl is destined to live shortly, he must do his best to accompany her on her last journey no longer lonely.
It's useless to be anxious about going back anyway. If you want to come, you must wait until the heavens turn into a tripod here to find the result.
That being the case, I will accompany her well before Tiandao Huading.
Xue Mu stabbed into the sea casually, a cleverness was like a net, and he picked up a sea fish, and said with a smile: "eat something, although you may not need it."
Meng Huan really didn't need it. She looked at Xue Mu's hard work and was extremely surprised: "You Xingyue Thirteen Transformations, really is not my illusion? Where did it come from?"
"Uh..." Xue Muxi said with a smile: "If you don't use it well, please don't laugh."
How did Meng Huanzhen know that his three words "zushiye" are sincere, Xue Mu really entered the Xingyue Gate and worshiped the portrait of the ancestral shrine, the upright descendant of Meng Huanzhen...
I forgot to kneel and kowtow to the portrait... Xue Mu touched his forehead.
The more I think about it, the more embarrassing it gets.
I have always looked at her from the perspective of a girl... She was overthrown, even though it was a spiritual friend...
From the perspective of Meng Huanzhen, Xue Mu's technique was probably only peeping from his two ineffective apprentices, and shook his head speechlessly. It is precisely because Xue Mu’s luck in taking the Huiyue Divine Stone at the first encounter made her feel that it was her own means, and that the stone was filled with her own energy, so when she later created her work, she mistook it for this man. It's his Yang form incarnation.
I really don't know how to say this misunderstanding. It's no wonder that this man calls himself "Xingyue", and everyone really has a strange connection that is unclear.
She sighed: "How can I laugh at you, you use it very well, and it is too good."
"No..." Xue Mu knew he hadn't done a lot of hard work, that is, he was familiar with it. In actual combat, he is always in a hurry, and he can actually get Patriarch's "great"?
Meng Huanzhen sat across from him casually, and with a wave of his hand, the nearby dead branches gathered, and with another wave, the bonfire ignited.
Xue Mu secretly said that this is the high welfare brought by force. He skewered fish and started grilling, and said with a smile: "I think it's great to practice to your level, it's like a fairy method."
Meng Huanzhen said: "Xingyue Thirteen focuses on the method of luck, not a rigid formula. Both of my apprentices didn’t understand it thoroughly, which made me very disappointed. And you have your own understanding and display of some details. , Not rigidly following what I created. If you haven't studied for long, you can only say that you are a genius."
Xue Mu was stunned for a moment. These luck skills were not his understanding, but Xue Qingqiu's hands were pointing...
The true genius has someone else, that is Xue Qingqiu.
Meng Huanzhen looked at the way he grilled the fish, and muttered: "It would be great if my descendant had a genius like you. If I still have any obsessions, it is to hope that my life's work has been accomplished. In the future, if someone can pass it on and carry it forward, then I, Meng Huanzhen, will not have been in this world for nothing."
Xue Mu said sincerely: "Don't worry, there is, really."
Meng Huanzhen continued to lift his cheeks: "I have to find some special methods. I can't just rely on classics... Oh, you say, if I divide a ray of spirit and hide it on what object, people who learn my magic can learn from it. How about this method?"
Xue Mu said dazedly: "It really is the brain circuit of the patriarch who created kung fu...Is it so slippery?"
"Everyone is thinking about the life after the evil is eliminated. I think my method is more reasonable than the way they the heavens and props. This is the way to pass on oneself. There are thousands of heavens, suppose it is divided into nine tripods as you said. The Dao contained in that Yiding Ding is also very broad, so that after a few generations, it will gradually change, and it is no longer my own inheritance. I don't want that."
"You're right..." Xue Mu, who had seen the way of nature become the way of life, now admired Meng Huan's foresight, and Xingyuezong did not have a tripod. The emergence of talents in adversity is also the result of her legacy.
Meng Huan really touched his palm and said, "Sure enough, you also support my idea!"
Xue Mu asked, "But is the separation of the soul hurt you?"
"Of course it hurts, so you can't do this directly. Let's talk about it before death." Meng Huanzhen said: "Besides, I don't think about where to put it now. Xingpu Yunmiao is not good. This kind of thing that is always at war is shaken. What to do if it's scattered... I'm afraid it's better to hide in the ancestral hall..."
Xue Mu was speechless: "Then hide it in the portrait. When future generations pray to your portrait, they will get the resonance of the patriarch."
Meng Huanzhen's eyes lit up: "Good idea, how about you paint for me?"
"Have you never painted a portrait?"
"No."
"But I can't paint..."
"I don't think you are stupid. How do you say such a stupid thing? When you have cultivated to your level, what is your heart, and you still can’t reflect the truth? People who are much worse than you can do it. You learned Xingyue Ten Three changes also told me no? As long as I don’t learn how to paint, what can I learn from painting?"
Xue Mu's eyes were blindfolded. Is that true? Is this why this world portrait is so awesome?
No wonder even the ancestor of Haitian Pavilion painted murals...
"I have a good pair of silk here. It is made of a thousand-year-old ice silk and water and fire brocade thread. I originally planned to make clothes, so I can paint them, and it will not be easy to damage." Meng Huan happily took out a roll from Qiankun's bag. The silk silk handed it over pretty happily: "You try it? Oh right..."
Xue Mu watched as she conjured pens and inks from Qiankun's bag and placed them one by one next to them.
"What do you mean by that surprised expression? How do you write a handwritten note without pen and ink?" Meng Huanzhen finally put out an inkstone: "Would you like to rub ink?"
Xue Mu silently handed over the grilled fish: "Sister, you eat fish first..."
When it was still grilling fish, you took out things to paint and turned the beach into a study. It's really called executive power, it's really called vigorous and resolute. It's like starting to create new exercises when he was recuperating in a cave that day... It's probably this kind of abnormality that can create a way... Xue Mu burst into tears. .
Meng Huanzhen also seemed to realize that he was too top, a bit embarrassed, put the silk aside, smiled awkwardly and took the grilled fish.
Xue Mu didn't bring any seasonings, and the grilled fish had no taste. Meng Huan really didn't like to eat like Xue Qingqiu. But while she ate, she slowly fell silent, her eyes a little ecstatic, she didn't know where her mind was floating.
Obviously, regardless of appearance and temperament, she is not much similar to Xue Qingqiu, but Xue Mu always thinks of Xue Qingqiu when she looks at her.
Perhaps the patriarch and the ZTE have been passed down from generation to generation and have something in common. In terms of external manifestations, there is always something inexplicably related to Xue Mu.
For example, the same stunning beauty, but never had a portrait of himself. Xue Qingqiu is proud and doesn't want people to paint himself casually, and Meng really is what this is... This is something like this that I have never thought of.
He slowly tried to ask: "How long have you been without peace and without considering any martial arts, fighting, inheritance, and practice, but just resting in the purest form. Should you eat or sleep?"
Meng Huan really looked blankly at the sparkling sea under the moonlight, and didn't know how to answer for a long while.
Chances are... never before.
Xue Mu picked up the silk next to him, stroked it for a while, and said with a smile: "You want the portrait to have a heritage... But have you ever thought that you are really beautiful?"
Meng Huanzhen finally had a reaction: "Huh?"
"I think the first priority of the portrait is to keep your most beautiful moments. The inheritance is just a side effect." Xue Mu put away the silk and said: "So before I practice hard, I refuse to eat casually. When you are grilling the fish, just paint it, let your beauty leave regrets on the picture scroll."
Obviously it should be a very ambiguous technique of sultry sisters, but Meng Huan really listened to the reaction but was a little strange, and he hesitated for a long while and whispered: "Ying Jinhuan said, beauty is also a way. Even you are like this, then look. It does make sense to come, I should study it..."
Xue Mu was expressionless.