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Every stroke of this scroll is filled with emotions and memories. Looking at this scroll, it seems that I can see all the good things I experienced with my wife in the past.

This painting naturally questioned Meng Chuan's original heart, and had a great influence on the Yuanshen. The Yuanshen has always been blooming with spiritual light, but it still stayed on the sixth floor of the Yuanshen when the painting was finished.

"After the painting is finished, I am calm."

Meng Chuan sat under the big tree, waved and put away the scroll, "I think I can continue to practice calmly."

Unlike Zhenwu King, who doubted his own practice path, Meng Chuan had no doubts about his own practice path.

"Let me get drunk for a while, and after I'm drunk, I'll practice hard." Meng Chuan turned his hand and took out a jar of fire fruit wine, sitting under the big tree and drinking.

When the fruit wine entered the throat, it was like a flame burning in the chest, and the head was a little hot. Meng Chuan deliberately controlled his body so as not to drive away the alcohol, he liked the feeling of being a little drunk.

With his physical body, even the good wine from Yuanchu Mountain can hardly make him really drunk.

"July." Meng Chuan sat under the big tree holding the wine jar and drinking wine, whispering to himself, "In the past, when I encountered setbacks, I could talk to you, share happy things with you, and have breakthroughs in practice. I can show off in front of you, and you will accompany me when I am sad... But what about the future? In the next thousand years, who will I tell?"

Meng Chuan raised his head and drank the wine.

Goo goo goo drink.

The fruit wine was like a raging fire, burning his chest, and he was drunk, but Meng Chuan's mind became more active, and scenes and beautiful memories appeared in his mind.

"When we were together, those happy days, the days of fighting together, the days of teaching our children together..." Meng Chuan laughed at himself, "Now it only exists in memory."

"Is it only a memory?"

"It's ridiculous."

Meng Chuan continued to drink, talking to himself while drinking.

It was getting dark.

After drinking one jar of wine, another jar of wine.

The drunkenness became stronger and stronger.

"All said,

If the two feelings last for a long time, how can they be in the same day and night! Meng Chuan whispered, "But what I want is to be together day and night!" "

"I'm talking nonsense again, it's impossible."

"Impossible!"

Meng Chuan threw away the empty wine jar in his hand, and pulled out the demon-slaying knife from his waist.

He used the saber technique recklessly, venting the grief and unwillingness in his heart with every move.

Things in the world, after all, can't go as expected.

Some people give up on themselves, some people sink from now on, but the strong will accept it and work hard to change the future.

It's just that sometimes, no matter how powerful the strong man is, he needs to vent.

...

The waning moon hangs high, and the cold moonlight shines on the martial arts training ground of the Meng Mansion in Jinghu.

A figure was displaying saber skills recklessly on the martial arts arena.

"Flying from all over the world, the old wing has experienced cold and heat." Meng Chuan chanted aloud as he performed his saber technique, and his voice echoed in the dark night.

In the past, he and Qiyue were like the pair of flying passengers, wandering around the world together, no matter how long it took.

"Happiness is fun, parting is bitter, and there are even more idiotic children."

So many memories.

Days of joy, pain of parting.

Crazy?

"You should have a saying: ten thousand miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and evening snow, who does the shadow go to?" Meng Chuan continued to read, but the saber technique he used became more and more poignant, as if a lone goose was flying alone among the thousands of mountains and evening snow.

"Only who to go to!"

When that knife was swung out.

Wow.

Meng Chuan felt that the night sky was as beautiful as a painting. With the moonlight shining, he could see strands of light running through the void and everywhere.

Everything slows down.

The moonlight flight slowed down, the wind seemed to stop, everything slowed down. This kind of slowness is close to 'stillness', making everything in the world like a 'painting'. Only the moonlight can cast light quickly, but Meng Chuan can clearly see strands of light with his naked eyes, making it even more beautiful.

Even after the swing, the knife disappeared from the field of vision. It was in the gap of time and space, just like the strongest move in the "Xinxin knife" created by the ancestor Guo Ke back then. , has already been recruited.

Meng Chuan's knife did not reach the realm of heaven and earth, it was only the first truly successful knife of the extreme art of "Endless Sword".

This knife.

It exists in the gap of time and space, it is difficult to find, it is difficult to stop, even if you are killed, you can't see this knife.

This knife changed the time.

Time slowed down and nearly stopped, and the enemy had already been stabbed.

There is only such a sword that can be expected to surpass the level and kill the emperor when the Dongtian Realm is complete.

"So this is the real endless knife." Meng Chuan whispered to himself.

The strong affection and nostalgia for his wife made Meng Chuan swing the knife.

This love is endless, to have that knife.

The "light phase", "yin and yang phase" and "wave division phase" of Lei Ting's veins were in Meng Chuan's state of mind, so he slashed this beautiful knife, a knife that can break the shackles of the rules of heaven and earth.

in the Legends……

When pure speed breaks the rules of heaven and earth, it can also change time.

...

Meng Chuan was still using the sword technique under the moonlight, and his nostalgia for his wife was all in the knife technique, using every move.

When he was exhausted, Meng Chuan stopped, lying under the big tree... and fell asleep.

*****

Yuanchu Mountain, Dongtian Pavilion.

"Meng Chuan, looking at the information these days, first went to Fengxue Pass, then went to Jiangzhou City and other places, and also came back to Yuanchu Mountain, and now he went to Dongning City." Li Guan frowned and said, "If you can find out, The places he went were all the places where he and Liu Qiyue lived. They are childhood sweethearts, and they have a very deep relationship for a hundred years. I am worried that it will affect Meng Chuan's practice. "

"Emotional impact, although it has an impact, will not cut off the path of practice." Luo Tang Xuying said, "Some of my relatives died in the past generations of gods and demons in Yuanchu Mountain. The gods and demons may have a short-term influence, and they can generally recover. King Zhenwu doubted his way of practice. Liu Qiyue was asleep...Meng Chuan had no reason to doubt his way of practice."

"Give him some time." Qin Wuxuying said, "You have to get used to it. I think it will be fine after a few months."

"Ok."

Li Guanzheng nodded, "Guarding the city gates is very stressful, and now there are six super-large city gates. There are only nine good fortune lords in the world, and Yuanchu Mountain also needs to be guarded by venerables. Two or three super-large city gates... just It's hard to guard. And I have only a few decades left before the end of my life, so I need Meng Chuan to grow up as soon as possible to carry this burden."

"As a human being, there are times when we are weak." Qin Wu said, "I believe my apprentice, he will recover soon."

"En." Li Guan and Luo Tang nodded slightly.

...

At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, the venerables were worried about Meng Chuan, but they didn't dare to disturb him.

In Dongning City, Meng Chuan was still lying down and asleep under the big tree on the martial arts training ground of the Meng Mansion in Jinghu.

In the morning, the sun rises.

The sun was shining on his body, and Meng Chuan slowly opened his eyes, looking at the bright red sun: "It's dawn?"

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