Chapter 757: Like a dream

Xue Mu was not in the mood to clean up the mess inside and outside the battlefield. Xiahou Di Wentian led the crowd to stay in charge of the mopping up, transfer the wounded to Yaowang Valley, rebuild the chaotically beaten Sword Valley, and sort out the chaos of the natural gate and Haitian Pavilion. .
Mo Xuexinmu Jianli also went back to see the disaster situation that his place was finally tossed out by the emptiness. Xue Mu left a few people to take care of Xia Wenxuan, and soon returned to Lingzhou with the remaining six people.
At the same time, Yuan Zhong was arrested by him, and Xue Mu felt that this monk's ultimate move might still be useful.
Yuan Zhong was almost kidnapped by Zuo Qingqiu and You Quye to go to Lingzhou. He was so dazed all the way. He couldn’t understand that after this big victory, when everyone looked happy, Xue Mu did not enjoy the joy of victory at all. What's the matter with the expression of a dead wife.
Your women are all alive and kicking, with a slight injury at most. It's as common as eating and drinking for a martial artist with a knife head. It's just like eating and drinking. If you don't look at Wentian, your ribs are broken and they are still like people who are okay. Are you? Lao Na himself is still injured, Luzhou is also affected...
The most annoying thing was that when I arrived at the gate of Xingyue Zong, I didn't feel as a distinguished guest, so I left a Yue Xiaochan to talk to him with a smile, and Xue Mu and Xue Qingqiukui were gone.
According to Yue Xiaochan's intention, this girl didn't get tired of her husband, but was pitifully in charge of receiving you. It has given you a lot of face, what do you want?
Yuan Zhong couldn't laugh or cry.
In fact, Yue Xiaochan was also wondering in his heart, including her, no one knew what Xue Mu was doing. Could it be that he was very happy to be a savior, and he wanted to solemnly report to the ancestor by burning incense? It doesn't look like his expression!
Xue Mu entered the ancestral hall of the Patriarch, and his first glance was on the portrait hanging on the front.
Meng Huanzhen looked up at the moon, just like yesterday.
Xue Mu suddenly wanted to cry.
This is a portrait that I painted by myself...I painted it last night...but one night later, the painting has turned yellow, full of thousands of years of vicissitudes.
A thousand years of dreams.
The girl who was still leaning on her shoulder last night, smiling beautifully, pecking her lips and saying "Don't be greedy", is there only this cold portrait left?
No wonder when I saw this painting at the beginning of the year, I felt a very distant familiarity in my heart. That was because my soul was poured into this painting...
The left and right Xue Qingqiu and Kuiye glanced at each other silently, and they both felt the deep sadness in Xue Mu's mood.
He disappeared day and night, what happened...
Xue Mu slowly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to touch the portrait.
This time he was very targeted, and his soul penetrated deeply into the portrait and found the mark he had deliberately left.
Another wisp of spirit and soul entangled in it, which has been entwined for thousands of years.
Xue Mu carefully did not touch Meng Huanzhen's spirit, but only explored the memory of his own imprinting experience.
There seemed to be a wave of ripples in front of him, and the scene slowly changed. In the dim, I saw Meng Huanzhen rushing into a room quickly.
Xue Qingqiu and Kuiye stood upright in horror, and they also got the feeling.
"Master!" In the dim and illusory scene, a pair of young men and women greeted them: "We saw the heavens turned into nine tripods..."
"Puff..." Meng Huanzhen spouted a mouthful of blood and staggered into the seat.
The boys and girls turned pale, and they quickly helped them: "Master..."
"It's okay." Meng Huan really waved his hand: "In a chaotic battle, Ji Hao and I were both injured. No one got any benefits anyway."
"Na Ding..."
"Nine tripods were scattered, and the towns were divided into all directions automatically. Everyone also left, and went to heal their injuries, and prepare for the trip." Meng Huan really sneered: "I know that after the way of heaven is transformed, it will be Yong Wuning. The battle of Japan."
A pair of apprentices looked at each other and stopped talking.
Meng Huanzhen suddenly laughed: "Ji Hao wanted to attack me, and took advantage of the fact that everyone else was injured. He took advantage of Jiuding and unified the universe. As a result, someone cleverly shouted and broke the scene, making the scene a mess. Ji Hao's nose is crooked, really deserves it."
The apprentice asked: "Who?"
Meng Huanzhen lightly shook his head, his eyes slowly became melancholy, and he whispered: "It is very possible, I will never see you again...I know why he is sad, because in his heart, I am already a dead person... Maybe... or someone who has been dead for not knowing how long."
The two apprentices stared in horror.
"After all, it's just a dream..." Meng Huan really sighed in a low voice, and then he didn't know what he was thinking of, and then he took something out of his bag.
"This is the handwritten notes for the teacher's recent notes, as well as new records of exercises and combat skills. Keep them, and good students will practice them in the future. Um... there is a self-contained sentence... Ha, forget it, just like that. What if you change it, can you ask someone to do double cultivation at random?"
"Master..."
Meng Huanzhen slowly opened the portrait and watched it for a while before he said: "This painting is my spiritual position. I have separated my spiritual soul in it. You can understand my avenue from it. This is the treasure of Zhenzong. What happens in the future cannot be discarded."
"Yes." The apprentice hesitated for a while, and whispered, "Doesn't the separation of the spirits greatly damage the life of the master?"
"Life span is not important anymore. The decisive battle is coming. No matter how Ji Hao and I fight, it will only be a game where both lose and lose. The one who wins will probably not survive for long. Why do we still retain the lifespan?"
"..."
"The stars in this painting have been shifted by my spirit. In the future..." Meng Huan really paused for a while before saying: "If someone triggers the movement of stars in the future, it will be the traction of the soul and return to the original. Portrait, this person is the Lord of Xingyue."
"Xingyue?"
"Yes, our branch has since been named Xingyuezong."
"Yes." Both apprentices bowed to accept it, not surprisingly, after all, Meng Huan really said that they are all related to the night sky, the stars and the moon, and the name is logical.
Meng Huan really sighed: "I promised someone not to fight for the tripod. I will break the promise. I don't care about the other tripods. I won't let him take the tripod that engraves the way of the universe that Ji Hao is most aspiring to win!"
The two apprentices were afraid to answer. Today, the master's performance is very obvious. She has the intention to die and is explaining the funeral.
"Everyone is working together to get rid of evil, but some people have calculated their comrade-in-arms, secretly seeking their own rights, and they are destined to not make his dream come true. If I win, everything will be cancelled. If I lose, Ji Hao will not be able to control the scene for a few days, let alone suppress it. Those eight people, from now on, nine points in the country, seeing him happy." Meng Huan was really lazy and said: "Zheng Wuzi and they said that I ignore the overall situation of the country, it is ridiculous, do you want me to give them my head? I just A wayward woman, their ambitions matter to me."
The apprentices all laughed. People said that Meng Huan really didn't teach apprentices very much, and taught them a little evil. In fact, Meng Huanzhen was a little evil in his own nature, and it was even more exposed at this time.
Meng Huanzhen said again: "But you may become the thorn in the eyes of the Ji family, and it's because the master is sorry for you."
The two apprentices said: "What the master said, if the master loses, we will take revenge for the master even more, that is, if they don't put us in the eyes, we will fight them to the end.
Meng Huanzhen smiled comfortedly: "Very well, it's not a waste of my inheritance."
She continued to dig out things from Qiankun's bag, and set up a table with all kinds of natural materials and treasures: "I used to cast swords for Zheng Wuzi materials, and I left some good things that are useless. You keep... ?"
She paused for a moment, and she was fascinated by a white pebble the size of a pebble in her hand.
"This is a basalt stone?" The apprentice probed his head: "It is said that its solidity can match a single blow. It is very rare. There are few pieces in the world, right."
"Yeah..." Meng Huan really groaned with his cheeks, and suddenly he put pressure on his hands and started energy transmission.
The white stone slowly began to show the moonlight, with a yellowish luster.
"Master, you are..."
"How much place can a stone protect? Do some modification for the teacher to trigger an energy response, and activate the shield when there is a true energy attack. The strength of the teacher will last at least a thousand years, and you will be well protected."
The apprentice was a little choked: "Master..."
"Don't be so touched, I'm just thinking about men." Meng Huan really received her work, and sweat loomed on her forehead. It can be seen that this energy transmission and treasure transformation is also quite hard for her, but her face is sweet. He smiled, his eyes were gentle, and he muttered to himself in a low voice: "So you changed it."
"Uh...Master..."
"The internal structure of this stone has changed. From now on, it is no longer called the basalt stone, it is called the Huiyue Divine Stone.