In the cold winter, the silver trees are covered with frost and the sky is filled with wind and snow.
The weather was extremely bad and it was so cold that people in Luoying City found it difficult to go out.
Hua Menghuang also had a moment of rest after a long absence.
She was wearing a mink fur fox hat, brocade clothes and a jade robe, and looked like a cute pink doll. She couldn't feel the cold at all.
Compared with the last cold winter, her living conditions have improved a lot, which is simply an earth-shaking situation.
In the warm hut, Hua Menghuang sat on a wooden chair with withered flowers, her little feet crossed, shaking her head and reading:
"Sages are also students of knowledge, and everyone is also a student of knowledge..."
"One must grind hard in order to be able to stand firm; only then can one be able to be still and calm, and to be calm even when moving..."
The sound of reading came from her mouth, which was very clear and bright.
Even though Butterfly Sword Martial Saint gave her a holiday after a long time, she did not relax herself. Instead, she had stricter requirements on herself.
Outside the hut.
Butterfly Sword Martial Saint had just arrived when he heard the sound of Hua Menghuang reading.
Pausing for a moment outside the door, Butterfly Sword Martial Saint showed a satisfied smile on his pretty face:
"Menghuang is not just showing it to me, but she really understands her weak situation, and she does it from the bottom of her heart!"
Thinking of this, she gently pushed open the wooden door and walked in.
"Master!"
Hua Menghuang quickly put down the book and respectfully saluted the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint, his pink fox hat trembling.
"Hehe, Menghuang is so diligent." Butterfly Sword Martial Saint gently stroked Hua Menghuang's little head and pulled her back to the wooden chair with withered flowers.
"But your identity is one of the nine Great Dream Seeds. Not only do you have to compete with the other eight Great Dream Seeds, but you also have to fight against the sinful demon clan Xuan Guangqiao. It's good to work harder."
"Well, I know, kid."
Hua Menghuang replied crisply, her expression was serious, like a little adult.
After these teachings from the Heavenly Butterfly Sword Martial Saint, Hua Menghuang also understood what he was shouldering.
But not only did she not feel scared, she even felt that everything was normal.
If Butterfly Sword Martial Saint was nice to her for no reason, she would feel extremely frightened.
After all, she used to be just an orphan like a weed...
It's very good now. She is also very grateful to Butterfly Sword Martial Saint and regards Butterfly Sword Martial Saint as her mother!
"I believe in you." Butterfly Sword Martial Saint gently took Hua Menghuang's little hand and led her to fly outside, "The second master I invited for you, the figure who is like a Confucian swordsman, has already asked
Come here..."
"Really?" Hua Menghuang suddenly raised his head, his eyes sparkling.
Butterfly Sword Martial Saint's eyebrows were curved and he nodded slightly.
And this also made Hua Menghuang even more excited.
During these days, under the influence of Butterfly Sword Martial Saint, Hua Menghuang also had a certain understanding of Hong Yuan.
The more he understood, the more Hua Menghuang felt that Hong Yuan was powerful and like a god.
How happy would it be to be able to be taught by immortals and first-class people?
…
The wind and snow were violent, the wind was biting, and the snow was flying all over the sky.
The sky and the earth are connected, and it is a vast expanse of white, making people's vision blurry.
The trees are withered, the mountains are covered in white, and everything looks so chill and cold.
"Huhu..."
"Huhuhu..."
Butterfly Sword Martial Saint and Hua Menghuang had just arrived at Linxi Mountain when they encountered a violent snowstorm.
Feeling such a terrifying natural disaster at close range, Hua Menghuang's heart trembled and her little hands were cold.
"Menghuang, don't be afraid." Butterfly Sword Martial Saint gently held Hua Menghuang's little hand, "Sometimes, taking advantage of the situation is also your power."
A layer of fire ignited in the air in front of the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint, sweeping around and forming a red protective shield, in which there were the flying shadows of many beautiful butterflies.
Hua Menghuang stared blankly at the violent snowstorm hitting them, and then watched the violent snowwind gradually dissipate under the red protective cover.
In the process, her eyes became brighter and brighter.
"Is this the power I can have in the future?"
Hua Menghuang was surprised in his heart and couldn't help but look up at his master, Butterfly Sword Martial Saint.
But he saw Butterfly Sword Martial Saint looking far ahead, his beautiful face full of tenderness.
"Today's master looks instantly better, a bit better than before. Master, is he wearing heavy makeup..." Hua Menghuang suddenly thought of this for some reason.
She followed the line of sight of Butterfly Sword Martial Saint and looked forward, and was immediately shocked.
Because ahead, there is a more violent and violent hurricane!
There were dark clouds, heavy snowfall, the earth was dry and cracked, and there were whining and wailing in the field, which made people panic.
In this extremely harsh environment, a figure in green slowly emerged from the violent hurricane, as if walking through the snow in search of plum blossoms!
He has a tall and thin figure, a handsome face, and his eyes are as silent as a deep pool.
At this moment, he was wearing a green robe, standing with one hand on his back, exuding an elegant and indifferent air. As he walked, the wind stopped and the clouds rested.
"Li Min, I'm here." Hong Yuan smiled gently, "This child is Menghuang, right? He is really a cute child."
Hong Yuan bent down and looked level with Hua Menghuang.
He reached out his hand and gently stroked Hua Menghuang's pink fox hat.
"Hehe, Ah Qing, you are finally here." Butterfly Sword Martial Saint smiled, "Menghuang, this is your second master. Doesn't he look like the Confucian Sword Immortal? Do you like it?"
Hua Menghuang nodded dullly.
At this moment, she was still contemplating Hong Yuan's otherworldly appearance.
Awesome, so awesome. She has never seen such an awesome person since she was a child!
"Is he my second master? Hehe, he is indeed as gentle and elegant as a Confucian swordsman. I think I can learn more knowledge..."
Hua Menghuang's eyes suddenly became brighter, as bright as stars.
On the side, Hong Yuan caught a glimpse of the child-like Hua Menghuang welcoming his arrival, with the corners of his mouth rising slightly.
Because such an impressive appearance was exactly what he did on purpose.
When it comes to a Great Dream Seed, especially the third one who appears, who has great potential to fulfill the destiny of the human race and achieve the position of Great Dream Emperor, Hong Yuan cannot make too many arrangements.
Even though Hua Menghuang is only a ten-year-old child at this moment!
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An ancient palace.
At this moment, Hua Menghuang, under the guidance of Butterfly Sword Martial Saint, kowtowed respectfully to Hong Yuan, served tea, and performed the apprenticeship ceremony.
"Second Master, please accept a courtesy from my disciple Meng Huang."
"Um."
Hong Yuan nodded warmly, took the teacup, took a sip, and placed it on top of the flower-withered wooden table.
"Get up, Menghuang, from now on, you will be my eldest disciple."
"This is the apprenticeship gift I give you. Do you like it?"
Hong Yuan took out a sixth-level Sword Origin Flower from the Tianhe Blessed Land in his body.
This Sword Origin Flower is not ordinary, it is an extremely rare cultivation plant.
Although it cannot be taken directly, placing it in the room and feeling the fragrance of the flowers can help people get closer to kendo.
Over time, the results of this improvement are astonishing!
"Master."
Hua Menghuang was at a loss and looked to Butterfly Sword Martial Saint for help.
After Butterfly Sword Martial Saint saw Hong Yuan nod, she was silent for a moment, then nodded and asked Hua Menghuang to accept it.
"Thank you, Master Two." Hua Menghuang thanked him seriously.
In a world that Hua Menghuang didn't notice, Hong Yuan was communicating in secret with Butterfly Sword Martial Saint.
"Aqing, this is too precious. Menghuang has not yet entered the path of spiritual practice, so she can't use it..."
"Rimin, since we have decided to train Menghuang to fight against Xuanguangqiao, it is necessary to let her win at the starting line!"
"Xuanguang Bridge, alas, that's the case. That Xuanguang Bridge is too terrifying. We really can't wait until Menghuang awakens before we start guiding her to practice."
"Yes Rimin, you are right to think so."
"..."
Hong Yuan smiled happily.
He resisted his desire to rush to the mysterious dreamland of the great emperor on Daolin Mountain and stayed at Ji's house for the time being.
Together with Butterfly Sword Martial Saint, he began to seriously teach Hua Menghuang the basics of martial arts and many knowledges, hoping to leave a qualified impression on the heart of the dream seed.
It would be best to single-handedly cultivate Hua Menghuang into the destiny of the human race, and shape and guide this child's thoughts into what you want.
"The training of thoughts!?"
"The destiny of the human race is the projection of my will——"
Thinking about it for a moment, Hong Yuan found it extremely exciting.
It was as if he had swallowed the ginseng fruit, and the pores all over his body were stretching, feeling very comfortable!
…
…
The spring breeze blows and the willows flutter.
"The heart must be calm and the spirit must be concentrated."
"The sword moves at will, and the mind moves with great energy."
"It's like the sudden ice breaking in a cold lake, or like the sudden thunder in the middle of the night."
In a bright and bright martial arts training ground, Hong Yuan explained the true teachings of swordsmanship, while Hua Menghuang followed Hong Yuan's moves and performed basic sword techniques.
An hour later.
Hua Menghuang became distracted and could no longer concentrate.
The next moment, Hong Yuan said in a serious voice: "Be serious and don't be distracted!"
Behind him, Hua Menghuang, who was wearing a white training uniform, shuddered and quickly looked away from the beautiful butterflies flying on the poplar tree.
Hua Menghuang calmed down and followed Hong Yuan's footsteps, move by move, to hone his martial arts foundation.
"Is this the qualification of the Dream Seed? It's really scary. If she becomes the destiny of the human race, she will surely become even more powerful with the blessing of great luck."
Hong Yuan didn't express it on his face, but he was praising in his heart.
There are five realms in the practice of swordsmanship, namely sword strength, sword energy, sword light, sword intention and sword power.
There is no distinction between strength and weakness in these five realms, they are just the direction of practice and what they are good at are also different.
In the past few months, Hong Yuan witnessed Hua Menghuang starting from scratch and suddenly mastering all five realms of swordsmanship, and his attainments were impressive.
You must know that Hua Menghuang has not yet awakened, but now she has the strength to be able to fight against second-level warriors, which is really terrifying!
Suddenly, Hong Yuan frowned and put away the sword in his hand.
He turned around and stared at Hua Menghuang expressionlessly.
Hua Menghuang quickly looked away from the butterfly next to her. She put away her sword helplessly, straightened her body, and silently stared at her toes.
"Your mind is confused again."
"Go and accept the punishment yourself..."
Hong Yuan said calmly.
Hua Menghuang said "Oh" obediently, left the martial arts training ground dejectedly, and walked towards the river and stream.
On the creek beside the river, there is a large formation, which was built jointly by Hong Yuan and Butterfly Sword Martial Saint, specifically to sharpen Hua Menghuang's mind.
An hour later.
Hua Menghuang walked up from the riverside stream with difficulty and returned to Hongyuan.
Hong Yuan didn't say anything. He continued to mention Tianhe Sword and practiced basic sword skills again, using his master-level swordsmanship to help Hua Menghuang lay the foundation.
Ho ho.
Hoo ho ho.
The sword wind started, and the figures of the big and small were almost synchronized, extremely coordinated.
This time, no matter how the flowers and butterflies beside her danced and disturbed people's minds, Hua Menghuang remained unmoved and followed Hong Yuan to practice swordsmanship wholeheartedly.
"Well, I didn't expect Menghuang to break through this level of harassment so quickly. Not bad."
Butterfly Sword Martial Saint nodded with satisfaction and led the flowers and butterflies away unhurriedly.
Yes, this sudden external harassment was brought about by her!
…
Beautiful spring day, hiking in the mountains.
Flowers bloom all over the sky and everything is revived by the call of spring.
"Menghuang, just relax for yourself today. Your recent performance has been very good."
Hong Yuan smiled and bent down, shaving the nose of the cute girl in front of him.
He took out a paper kite shaped like a phoenix feather butterfly and handed it to Hua Menghuang.
"Thank you, Master 2!"
Hua Menghuang was overjoyed and took the Phoenix Feather Butterfly Kite from Hong Yuan's hand.
No matter how strong her will and calm her mind, she is still a little girl after all.
She understands that today's life is better for her than she could have imagined in the past, but occasionally, she will be extremely envious of the freedom of the girls in the Ji family.
Now, Hong Yuan gave her time to play because of her academic success, and she suddenly felt that Hong Yuan was great.
"whee…"
Hua Menghuang was swinging the phoenix feather butterfly or paper kite, running around on the grass, and her bell-like laughter filled the whole scene, which was extremely clear and sweet.
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She stood side by side with Hong Yuan, observing Hua Menghuang, who was happily playing and releasing his nature.
"Ah Qing, am I too harsh on Menghuang? I haven't seen such a happy smile on Menghuang's face for a long time." Butterfly Sword Martial Saint blamed himself.
Hong Yuan did not answer her immediately, but lowered his head and stared into the eyes of Butterfly Sword Martial Saint:
"Li Min, you are right, you just care too much about Meng Huang. Not only is the Xuanguang Bridge terrible, but even the battle for destiny is extremely cruel."
Butterfly Sword Martial Saint and Hong Yuan looked at each other for a moment, then couldn't help but look away and nodded lightly.
Soon after, Hua Menghuang got tired of flying the kite.
Hong Yuan took out two net bags for catching butterflies, handed them to Butterfly Sword Martial Saint, and said softly: "Li Min, go and play with Meng Huang, then she will understand your painstaking efforts."
"Yeah!" Butterfly Sword Martial Saint took the two net bags.
The moment she left, she suddenly thanked Hong Yuan: "Thank you, Ah Qing."
The expression on Hong Yuan's face was still warm, and he looked at them tenderly.
But in his heart, little waves appeared, and then quickly fell silent.
Bo Qing? Bo Qing!
Everything now is, after all, just a corner of his Hongyuan plan.
If possible, let this short-lived beauty become a dream worth remembering for everyone...
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Tao Linshan.
The dream of the mysterious emperor.
Just when Hong Yuan was making a move on Hua Menghuang, the human race's strategy for the mysterious Emperor's dreamland was also in full swing.
On this day, a calm figure emerged from the dream.
This figure is clearly the son of Emperor Longyang - the Holy Saint of the East!
It's just that Dong Zhisheng's condition is not very good now, because both of his temples have turned white.
"Emperor, your longevity..." Great Sage Mouliang looked at the slightly older Dongzhi Sheng in shock, especially at the white temples of Dongzhi Sheng.
Even the eyes of Nan Tianjiu from Nanjiang Academy showed a hint of sadness, and he couldn't help but sigh: "I am so incompetent that I am dragging the emperor down."
Other Tiangong members also felt very uncomfortable.
If their strategy hadn't progressed so slowly, there would have been no need for the emperor's son, the Supreme Saint of the East, to take action.
"Haha." Dongzhi Sheng laughed boldly, and the hearty laughter immediately washed away the pessimism in the hearts of all the Tiangong members.
Just listen to him say:
"You have done a good enough job, but I am too demanding."
"Not only do I want my clan's destiny to be born as soon as possible, but I also want to crush the demon clan's Xuanguang Bridge to death as soon as possible."
"With so many demands, how can I not pay a big price? But this time, I have gained a lot!"
The Eastern Saint slowly took out three brand new jade slips from under the sleeves of his black gold robe.
Here, he fully records what he gained from this dream trip.
A method to practice the dream path directly to the fourth level!
Everything is difficult at the beginning. As long as the first more advanced Dream Dao inheritance is obtained, Dongzhi Sheng is confident that relying on the foundation of the Human Celestial Palace, he can deduce the Dream Dao inheritance of fifth-level or even sixth-level saints!
How could this not make him happy?
When Dong Zhi Sheng informed the Tiangong members about his harvest, everyone became excited.
"The emperor's son is indeed fierce, and he will gain something with his first attack."
"Breaking through to the sixth level of dreamland is amazing. It far exceeds our strategy progress."
"From this point of view, our previous defeat in the Endless Sea is nothing. The general trend of the world is still in the hands of our clan!"
"That's right. No matter how great the Xuanguang Bridge is, he will eventually become nothing more than a stepping stone for our clan's Great Dream Emperor. I will continue to work hard to wash away all the shame of the past!
"
"..."
Listening to everyone's energetic words, Dong Zhisheng felt bitter but sweet in his heart.
Because his lifespan was directly reduced by more than a thousand years.
This is because he is a cultivator of the Eternal Way and has the bloodline of Emperor Longyang, otherwise he would really die in the dream of this mysterious emperor!
"Huh, it's all worth it. It's all for the inheritance of the human race!" Dong Zhisheng's eyes were firm and piercing.
He was never afraid of death.
He was only afraid that he would die worthless.
The people of Emperor Longyang’s lineage never retreated without fear of death!