Wang Yuan knew where Wei Meng had gone and did not follow him. Instead, he sat in the courtyard and drank wine.
Nowadays, Wang Yuan has also reached the final stage of matters in the mortal world. He has captured a lot of monks, and anyone can sit in "Youju".
Moreover, the Xu family of his wife Xu Xiaoxuan was also taken care of by Wang Yuan, and there was also a monk in charge.
What happened to Wei Meng was unexpected. Wang Yuan was lucky to have seen Wei Meng before he gave up his life and died. Otherwise, his relatives would have become fewer and fewer in this world, and there would have been almost no one he could completely trust.
Lifting the wine gourd and taking a sip of wine, Wang Yuan murmured: "The aura around Wei Meng just now was very strange. It should be the 'Principal Source', but I didn't know what this 'Principal Source' was when he broke through to the Dongxu stage.
What it is can only be vaguely explored now."
Wang Yuan didn't pay too much attention, but wiped the storage bag, took out a picture scroll, and sealed it carefully.
Gently shake it open, every movement is extremely delicate, for fear of breaking the scroll if you make a wrong step.
It was a picture of a beautiful woman. The woman in the picture was full of smiles, extremely beautiful, with a slim figure and exquisite jade. Although it was just a picture, it revealed her beauty.
"Xiaoxuan, after I advanced in cultivation, I vaguely knew where you are now and how to find you." Wang Yuan stroked the cheek of the woman in the painting and rubbed it gently.
The wine gourd accidentally fell to the ground, and the fruit wine overflowed. The whole yard was filled with a fragrant smell. The wine brewed by Xiao Sheng was truly outstanding.
call!
An elf flew out of the storage bag. Ling'er rubbed his big eyes and wrinkled his little nose slightly: "It smells so good, Ling'er wants to eat it too."
The little guy followed the scent and saw that it was the wine gourd. He flapped his beautiful wings and got into the wine gourd.
"Hey, it tastes so delicious!" Wang Yuan didn't notice Ling'er's appearance and fell into deep longing.
After a long while, Wang Yuan put away the scroll and planned to go back to the Magic Pond once and hang the scroll next to the crystal coffin. However, the real purpose of returning to the Demon Pond was not that. There were more important things waiting for Wang Yuan to do.
At this time, Wang Yuan found that the wine gourd in his hand had fallen to the ground. When he picked up the wine gourd, he realized that the little Ling'er had actually got into the gourd. The little Ling'er got out of the gourd with a red face, and flapped its wings back and forth.
It exuded a fragrant smell and landed in Wang Yuan's hand. His steps were frivolous. He must have been drunk.
"You little guy, you still drink." Wang Yuan said speechlessly.
Little Ling'er took out a small wooden stick, flew up with a smile, flew around Wang Yuan's finger, and hummed a ditty: "Little Ling'er flies, little flowers bloom, fly, fly..."
The drunk elf was already talking nonsense, but Wang Yuan did not put him back into the storage bag, because all the spirit stones in the storage bag were eaten up. Only Ling'er ate more, and Wang Yuan's
The cave is wider and wider.
"What should I do? I took in a little girl who only knows how to eat. Now I'm afraid she will drink again. Fortunately, there is enough wine in the jade bottle, enough for you to drink for a long time." Wang Yuan said with a bitter smile.
"It tastes good...it tastes good. Ling'er wants to drink more." Little Ling'er said nonsense at the right time.
Wang Yuan had a rare headache. Cave Heaven had merged with the Innate Formation, and the spirit of the Formation Eye of the Innate Formation was still Xiao Ling'er. If she wanted to return to her heyday, how many spiritual stone supplies would be needed? Wang Yuan had no idea about this.
Dare to think.
"Perhaps... there will be a chance to take Ling'er to the Yuqing sect's spiritual vein to feast on it." Wang Yuan smiled.
Wang Yuan knew that spiritual stones were not the only substances that little Ling'er could eat. She could eat anything that contained spiritual power, including some foreign objects from heaven and earth that contained powerful spiritual power, or something comparable to this whole bag of spiritual power.
The role of stone.
From now on, Wang Yuan not only has to worry about his own life, but also worries about Ling'er's food.
Little Ling'er was still dizzy, so Wang Yuan put her on his shoulders. Ling'er obeyed and sat down, kicking her little feet around and having a great time.
From Wei Meng's memory, Wang Yuan knew the place where he lived in seclusion at that time, so after gathering his emotions, he entered the void, shrunk to an inch and disappeared.
After moving several times in a row, we came to this valley. It was green and hazy, as if there were green guards guarding the valley. The grass was not high, and you could feel the softness when you walked up to it. Little Ling'er couldn't stay there for a moment.
, fell into the grass and rolled around. With her small body, it was really hard to be found in the grass.
Suddenly Wang Yuan looked at Xiao Ling'er's body and remembered a magic weapon. A light flashed from his wrist, and the silver "Ten Places of Little People" appeared. Wang Yuan smiled and said to Xiao Ling'er: "Uncle gives it to you.
The same treasure."
"Okay, okay, uncle is so kind." Little Ling'er showed an innocent smile, flew up from the grass, and landed in the palm of Wang Yuan's hand.
The "Ten Places of Little People" magic weapon is too specific, and Wang Yuan can't use it for the time being, so he might as well give it to Little Ling'er to play with.
The small silver ring shrunk to a size suitable for little Ling'er's delicate and delicate neck, and was hung on her neck. It was really the finishing touch. Little Ling'er immediately felt even more delighted. If little Ling'er could grow taller,
What a beautiful woman.
Little Ling'er obediently kissed her uncle on the face, and then the bell-like laughter rang in Wang Yuan's ears from time to time. On the lonely road of cultivation, having such a little guy by his side made Wang Yuan smile a little more.
meaning.
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At the end of the valley, there were blooming mountain flowers and swarms of butterflies flying in colorful colors. Wei Meng's thin figure stood there lonely. In front of him were three tombs - "the tomb of his beloved wife Liu Liu."
"The tomb of my mentor Tang Li."
There is also a small tomb, which, needless to say, is the grave of a child who has not yet been born.
At the end of this valley where birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, there are three more tombs. They look a little out of place, but they are also thought-provoking, and the mood becomes heavy unconsciously.
Little Ling'er chased and played with the colorful butterflies, and seemed to be able to understand what these little butterflies were saying.
Wang Yuan walked over and saw that there was an unknown red flower growing on all three tombs, especially the smallest tomb, which was the largest and completely covered the earthen mounds.
Wang Yuan took a closer look and saw the clues.
It is a magical flower that grows specifically to feed on grievances. It is an ominous thing that grows on graves. The more resentful the deceased is, the larger the flower will be and the brighter the color.
Wang Yuan couldn't bear to look at the smallest grave. The unborn child was very resentful. The flower on it was the largest and most colorful, but it was naked and told Wei Meng that he was very resentful. Why was he not born?
He has already entered reincarnation.
Wang Yuan closed his eyes slightly, and the "source of life and death" came out leisurely. In this world, the only people in this world who know life and death as well as him are those who practice reverse cultivation.
The aura of life and death appeared and began to ease these grievances. Wang Yuan had extremely heavy control over the "source of life and death" and carefully expelled the grievances of the dead, which was also a very energy-consuming approach.
The red flowers on Tang Li and Liu Liu's graves withered first and were finally blown away by a gust of wind.
But the extremely beautiful flower on the child's grave could not disappear for a long time. When Wei Meng saw it, the tough man couldn't bear it. His eyes flashed and he clenched his fists.
The bone-cutting cold around him became even colder. Snowflakes fell on the ground, and thick snow soon accumulated. Moreover, the snow only lasted around his body, and the spring breeze was still gentle on the outside.
It's not that Wang Yuan's "source of life and death" can't get rid of this strange flower that feeds on resentment, but that he is afraid that the power will be too powerful and destroy this place, so he carefully failed to clean up these resentments.
As a last resort, Wang Yuan took out the wooden sculpture of Buddha and placed it in front of the grave. The gentle light of Buddha shone down, and the powerful power began to transcend.
Wei Meng acquiesced to Wang Yuan's approach and did not say anything.
With this wooden sculpture, the red flower quickly melted away, the resentment disappeared, and I could go to reincarnation with peace of mind.
Looking at the three tombs, scenes from that year flashed through my mind.
When Wei Meng was practicing in seclusion, Liu Liu took care of him and patiently explained to Wang Yuan all the problems in cultivation. He could be called half a master.
There is no need to say more about Tang Li. He hid his cultivation because of his promise and gave up his position as the leader. He had a hot temper. At that time, the monks in Linyuan Sect were all afraid of the three people from Tang Li's lineage, fearing that they would cause trouble.
trouble.
When Wang Yuan was thinking about it, Wei Meng suddenly tilted and fell to the ground. His whole body was cold, his expression was stiff, and his lips were purple. Wang Yuan stretched out his hand to explore, and found that his Nascent Soul also had a cold breath.
Without saying a word, Wang Yuan swung out a burst of divine energy, and the boat appeared. He moved Wei Meng to the boat and began to check why he fainted.
Wang Yuan raised his eyebrows, and his thoughts came, and black and gray aura surrounded Wei Meng's body. Although the cold aura was very strong, it could not be stronger than Wang Yuan's "source of life and death" aura.
Wang Yuan noticed a faint aura of "Path Source" from Wei Meng's body. This was the Principle Source that had not yet matured, and it was also the "Path Source" that Wei Meng began to understand after breaking through the Nascent Soul stage.
Just when Wang Yuan frowned, Xiao Ling'er drove a huge butterfly and landed in the boat. She said crisply: "Uncle, uncle, come and see my new friend."
Under such circumstances, Wang Yuan had no time to explain to her. It was a demon cultivating butterfly spirit that had already begun to practice, and focused all its attention on Wei Meng.
Little Ling'er pouted her little mouth, flew to Wang Yuan with dissatisfaction, pointed at Wang Yuan with one finger: "Bad uncle, bad uncle, bad uncle...eh."
Xiao Ling'er said lightly, and came down to look at Wei Meng. After feeling the breath, her mouth rounded: "Wow!"
Wang Yuan was stunned and asked: "Do you know what this is?"
"Humph, Ling'er won't tell uncle." Little Ling'er raised her little face and secretly looked at Wang Yuan's expression.
Wang Yuan smiled slightly, took out a wine gourd and said, "Do you understand this time?"
"Yes!" Little Ling'er nodded hard, "This is the mutated 'Taoyuan', Ling'er once heard an old man say it."