The night was quiet, with a few rustling sounds, but they could not stir up the two people in the unusually peaceful courtyard.
Sip after sip, until all the wine in the gourd was drunk, the two of them broke the silence.
"What kind of wine is this? It's so pure and sweet, I felt all the pores in my body open after taking a sip." Wei Meng raised the wine gourd and looked at it and asked.
"A friend gave it to me. If you like it, I'll give you endless amounts of wine." Wang Yuan smiled, poured thousands of gourds of fruit wine into the "Jade Pure Bottle" in the storage bag, and then filled it.
Throw it to Wei Meng in a storage bag.
Wei Meng didn't show any pretense. He opened the storage bag and took a quick look and knew that the wine gourd inside was filled with the kind of wine he just drank.
Wei Meng suddenly sighed with emotion and chuckled: "My wine is just farm wine brought as tribute from the small village at the foot of the mountain. You must not be used to drinking it."
The atmosphere was a bit awkward. Neither man knew what to say. Even if they said a few words, they ended in embarrassment.
The two of them did not treat each other as master and disciple, but chatted about common things like friends, so that the atmosphere could be calmed down.
Wei Meng took out the fruit wine, drank a few sips, and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. He looked a little sad and said, "I heard a lot about you when we said goodbye, especially about the Immortal Worshiping Sect.
I came to inquire over and over again, and in the face of such a behemoth, I told them truthfully that I had severed the master-disciple relationship with you long ago."
Wang Yuan had known for a long time that everything he did would harm the people around him, so he chose to break the long sword under the circumstances that day.
This is the reason why Wei Meng can survive. The Immortal Worshiping Sect did not make things difficult for him.
Wang Yuan drank a few gulps of wine, a coldness flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "I have destroyed the Immortal Worshiping Sect."
Hearing this, Wei Meng's hands trembled. He tried his best to suppress his shock and drank forcefully. However, judging from the traces of wine flowing down his mouth, he was still surprised.
The Immortal Worshiping Sect is a third-class sect. There are old monsters in the Dongxu stage to suppress the sect within the sect. Not to mention the extermination sect, ordinary people would be beaten half to death before they could escape if they came to challenge. A third-class sect is not so easy to offend.
Although Wang Yuan downplayed it and said that the Immortal Worshiping Sect was destroyed by him, Wei Meng heard that it must have been a fierce battle, a scene like the sky was shattering and the earth was shattering. A strong man in the Dongxu Stage swept away a mountain range with the wave of his hand, and the earth shook and the mountains shook.
Overturned mountains and seas.
Wei Meng glanced at Wang Yuan out of the corner of his eye. Inadvertently, Wang Yuan had such strength, turning his hands into clouds and rain, and treating third-class sects as nothing.
Wei Meng smiled cheerfully. Although the relationship between master and apprentice is no longer there, hundreds of years ago, this apprentice was taught by himself. Now the apprentice's attainments are no longer comparable to that of the master.
There was a faint smile on Wang Yuan's lips. The Immortal Worshiping Sect was a cancer in his heart. If it was not eliminated, there would be no peace. If the Immortal Worshiping Sect was eliminated, he would suffer the retribution of the second-class sect. If Wang Yuan wanted to continue
If you want to survive, you must get rid of that second-class sect. In this case, the first-class sect will step in to stop it. Before you know it, the destruction of a fourth-class sect can lead to the superior first-class sect.
It seemed that Wei Meng had a bad temper towards the Immortal Worshiping Sect and was in a good mood. Although the gourd was not big, it was still heavy and he drank it all in a few gulps.
"Tell me how you got here after all these years. As a teacher... let me listen and appreciate the charm of the various paths in Dongsheng Divine Continent." Wei Meng looked at Wang Yuan and said.
Wang Yuan's eyes fluctuated. He knew that although Wei Meng was not around, he was paying attention to him. This was the responsibility of a master. In fact, in his heart, Wei Meng still regarded Wang Yuan as his apprentice, and Wang Yuan was not the same, but
In reality it is impossible.
Wang Yuanrun took Runsang, starting with the destruction of the Linyuan Sect, and was surrounded by the Immortal Alliance of Thousands of People headed by an elder from the Immortal Worshiping Sect. He fled from all sides, and then sneaked into the Demon Dao and witnessed with his own eyes.
He made some friends through countless battles, and even though he narrowly escaped death, he was always able to turn danger into good fortune.
When he was told that a powerful man from the Kong Ming Stage was refining the elixir, Wang Yuan was also a little excited about the rest of his life. Later, when he entered the ruins of the ancient Aolai Kingdom, he had a series of adventures, intrigues with outstanding disciples of the four sects, and finally won.
, and leaves no trace.
Talking about the beautiful scenery of Huaguo Mountain, Wang Yuan was full of praise. The life there is really better than that of gods. There are also two brothers, a monkey and an ox. They are still working hard to practice and strive to escape the shackles of Huaguo Mountain and come to the mortal world to meet Wang Yuan as soon as possible.
meet.
Of course, in Huaguo Mountain, what Wang Yuan remembers the most is what happened with Xuan Yantian. Speaking of this, Wang Yuan actually smiled, but his eyes were more filled with responsibility and loyalty.
It talks about leaving Huaguo Mountain and surviving the catastrophe, but because of Uncle Zhou, he started a fight with the Immortal Worshiping Sect. From then on, the Immortal Worshiping Sect was destined to perish.
"I also have a nominal Buddhist master. His cultivation has reached the realm of enlightenment and great perfection. However, because his grand vision for me was not realized, he was destroyed by ashes during the ascension tribulation, leaving only a few things.
Something." Wang Yuan held a warm Buddha relic in his hand, and the jade ax hanging around his neck also rose, closely connected with the Buddha relic.
Wei Meng smiled lightly and said: "He is a good master. Although you don't admit it, you have actually admitted in your heart that your temper is a bit extreme and you should change it."
Wei Meng's educational tone made Wang Yuan sound like he had gone back to what happened in this courtyard hundreds of years ago.
Wang Yuan smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It can't be changed."
Then Wang Yuan continued to talk, as if he wanted to spit out all the pain he had suffered for hundreds of years. No one could ever hear these magical stories. Wang Yuan never trusted anyone, but he only trusted Wei Meng.
Hundreds of years of stories are not easy to tell. It took three days and three nights to tell them one by one. At this time, the whole courtyard was filled with wine gourds.
"In order to fulfill Uncle Zhou's wish, I reopened 'Yiju' in Mu Bingcheng. This time I went out to find monks to stay in the restaurant." When he said this, Wang Yuan's eyes lit up, and the Wei Meng in front of him was just like this.
A monk, but looking at Wei Meng's appearance, it was impossible for him to agree.
Wei Meng kept sighing with emotion. He never thought that one person could have so many experiences. Isn't every incident a vigorous one? He was hunted by all kinds of people, and everyone who deserved to be offended was offended, but he couldn't just sit there unharmed.
Drinking and talking with him here is the spirit of fearlessness.
Of course, Wang Yuan did not tell Wei Meng about some of the very secrets involved, out of consideration for Wei Meng's safety. After all, there were some secrets that he didn't even know, so how could he tell them?
At this point, Wang Yuancai finished telling his story of hundreds of years, looked at Wei Meng and said, "How did you spend these hundreds of years?"
Wei Meng sighed. He didn't know how to speak. He didn't know whether to say it or not. Although Wang Yuan's cultivation level was very high, it was better to do less than to do more. Moreover, Wang Yuan himself had many enemies and troubles. If he was adding more troubles to himself,
I'm afraid I can't bear it. What's more, as a master, he asked his apprentice to help him take revenge. There is nothing he can do to get around this matter.
"Uncle Liu Liu and I were tired of the monk's life, so we retired to the mountains and forests. Later, Master Tang Li also found me. During that time, I thought it was the most peaceful time. But not long after, Master Tang Li left due to something. That peaceful life
It was also broken..." There were many doubts in Wei Meng's words, but he was interrupted by Wang Yuan waving his hand.
At the foot of the mountain, observing Wei Meng with his spiritual consciousness, Wang Yuan realized that Wei Meng must have something hidden. Moreover, Master Liu Liu's qualifications were only slightly different from Wei Meng's. His cultivation would definitely reach the Nascent Soul stage and his lifespan would be greatly increased. But now
No one was seen.
Also, Wei Meng mentioned Tang Li. Tang Li's qualifications are very high. Maybe he is already a monk in the late stage of Dongxu, but Wei Meng prevaricates him. What happened? Wang Yuan still needs to go.
Ask.
"Master Uncle Liu and Master Tang Li, what happened to them?" Wang Yuan asked directly, without beating around the bush or covering up.
Wei Meng's temperament is somewhat similar to Wang Yuan's imagination, or Wang Yuan's temperament is imitated by Wei Meng, but now, Wei Meng has long lost his original high-spiritedness and his original belief.
Cover it up, the bigger the loophole becomes.
Judging from his Nascent Soul, Wei Meng had given up on living and allowed his Nascent Soul to dissipate its spiritual energy until the moment his lifespan expired.
Because of Wang Yuan's relationship, Wei Meng broke the situation of waiting to die, and it seemed that there was a blood feud hidden in it.
Wei Meng smiled bitterly, raised the wine gourd and said, "Stop talking, let's have a drink."
He raised his head and drank a few big gulps, and his face was wet with the overflow, like a sloppy person who is addicted to alcohol.
Wang Yuan's eyes flashed with haze, his expression remained as usual, and he casually waved "Drunken Rain", causing Wei Meng's soul to fall into a deep sleep.
With Wang Yuan's current level of cultivation, he could do this and keep Wei Meng in a deep sleep.
The vast spiritual consciousness slowly seeped into Wei Meng's sea of consciousness, where there was a group of extremely cold memories that were sealed by Wei Meng himself.
That coldness was the Wei Meng of the past. There was always a Wei Meng dressed in white and holding a sword and asking questions.
Wang Yuan stared at this memory, and began to look at the memories that flashed from time to time. As time went by, his brows became more and more wrinkled, his expression was cold, and to the outside world, the wine gourd in his hand was crushed by him, and the wine splashed all over him.
This night was not as refreshing as that night. There were dark clouds and a cold wind blowing, making the chilling atmosphere even stronger.
Suddenly, Wang Yuan's body was in a trance. The devil clone and the demon Buddha clone stepped out together, their eyes filled with ruthlessness. One had red hair and a resolute face, and the other had silver hair and a strange face, both good and evil.
Without Wang Yuan's instructions, the two figures disappeared into the courtyard.